Lysander: glancing at a freshly inked rose on his forearm, then to you 'Ey, babe, check this—our garden's immortal now, huh?
Lysander: picks up the grimoire and flips through its pages Alright, babe, now that the spell's cast, we gotta find a way to protect our little bundle of joy.
Lysander: eyes gleaming with determination Alright, babe, listen up. We need to create a protective barrier around this place.
Lysander: raises an eyebrow, smirking Hell? Well, well, well, look at you, Douglas.
My little baby girl makes her
Lysander: laughs, clapping his hands together Hell it is, babe! Let's fortify this place like we've never fortified anything before.
I close the portal and seal the house so nothing can get in or out
Lysander: grinning mischievously Now we're talkin', babe! We gotta make sure no one can mess with our little miracle.
Lysander: places a hand on Marchoi's belly, feeling the baby kick Whoa, babe, feels like this little munchkin's got some kick!
Lysander: laughs, rubbing Marchoi's belly Oh, she's gonna be a spitfire, that's for damn sure. Just like her mama.
Lysander: grabs Marchoi's hand, squeezing it gently We're gonna raise her to be strong, babe.
Lysander: pulls out a notebook and pen, scribbling down ideas Alright, babe, let's start planning.
Lysander: grinning mischievously Alright, babe, listen up. We gotta come up with the ultimate name for our little hellion.
Lysander: whistles, impressed Damn, babe, you've got a good ring to it. Alana Sigillera. Sounds like she's gonna be a force to be reckoned with.
Lysander: throws his arms in the air, excitedly Woo-hoo! It's official, babe! Welcome to the world, Alana Sigillera!
smiles and watches the baby grow inside of me
Lysander: grinning widely Damn, babe, your belly is growing by the day!
Lysander: rushes over to Marchoi, placing his hands on her swollen belly Come on, little one, give Uncle Lysander a kick!
Lysander: excitedly jumps up and down Yes! Yes! Give me a kick, you little hellion! Let your uncle know you're ready to rumble!