She wanted a family, and Rex hadn't been ready for it. But he tried anyways.
At first, Rex thought it was his fault. His magic just wouldn't take. No matter how many times they tried to imbue a stone, only one's magic took. It upset her. She insisted it was him. that it was his fault. His fault for being a hybrid. His fault for not being around as much as he could, even she she was wearing the clothes he bought her and was eating the food he made.
He just wanted to make her happy.
But Rex couldn't believe he had become infertile.
And in the end...he wasn't.
She was.
But rather than pin the blame on her, upset her more...Rex made a decision. He would imbue a stone that was already imbued, offer it to the love of his life, and say nothing about how it had already been imbued. If all went well, he would blame anything...odd, about his mixed heritage. He would ask no questions about the stone the bank bestowed upon him, he would simply...carry out his plan.
And...they would be happy, right?
