Henry was thinking about the future he becoming a father.
"I hope it's twins," Elisa said somewhat shyly, indulging in her fantasy.
"Imagine having a bunch of babies surrounding us; just the thought of it makes me so happy."
Henry nodded, somewhat resignedly.
It wasn't that he disliked children; the prospect of becoming a father had just come upon him so suddenly that he was unprepared.
The realization was harsh, a stark reminder of the repercussions of his lack of foresight and the absence of preventative measures in his actions.
Fortunately, the rare biological trait inherent to awakeners played in his favor, significantly reducing the chances of conception.
This peculiarity was a small mercy, considering the extensive list of women in his life.
Had their unique physiology not offered this unintended form of birth control, the situation could have been dire.