Her voice turns softer now. “I know you’d be a good dad, Eli.”

Elias blinks. He blinks again. And like that, it all comes out. It all comes apart. Tears he’s been holding in for all these weeks seeps out. He grips tight onto the quilt. It’s soft and pastel colored, with daisies on each checker pattern. It makes him think of how a child – their child – would nap underneath it while Mimi sings. They’d love nap time. They’d take that from their mother. And they’d be messy, too. Sometimes they’d be a brat and Mimi shrugs innocently over who they got that from.

“And our children would love just as much as you do.” Mimi whispers

• Elias Mészáros the Magyar Agár/Terrier mix
• Mimi Cri the Copy Cat
• Artwork
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