Tujima

“Maybe even find out what a turian-human baby looks like,” he murmured, looking down at the woman he loved, seeing the flare of battle in her eyes. He watched a smile tug at the edges of her mouth, “I’m game, but I think adoption’s a better idea - biology may not cooperate,” she chuckled, brushing a few stray curls away from her face. Garrus could feel himself smirk as flashes of Project Lazarus files zipped through his mind. Mordin had done his homework diligently under the turian’s guidance once he learned of Garrus and Shepard’s relationship. The salarian had come across some notes about how

She’d gotten used to them - the headlights that constantly ran through the room from passing cabs, the random advertisements that illuminated depending on if it was day or night, even the odd sounds of a city surrounding her. It was amazing what a good set of blinds would do - although it did make it more difficult to spot attackers, from what Garrus and Zaeed had told her. But something else was on her mind, and she wasn’t really sure how to share that with Garrus. As soon as she’d returned from the doctor she’d leaned against the door, trying to steady herself as she tried to arrange her thoughts, trying to accept