Konpeito tapped her fingers against the desk, head resting gently against a hand. She never had wanted kids before, but seeing Cinnamon had changed that. Something about how happy Kobato was had stirred that strange, motherly need within her. She had enough room in the house, and wasn't strapped for cash. It wasn't as if the kid would suffer under her care. She didn't think she'd be a bad mother, either. She essentially helped raised Kobato, and pushed him away from their abusive parents. She wasn't neglectful, or terrible. What was stopping her?

She never thought about it, really. Kids had always seemed something given in her future, but then she never penned down when it would happen. It just would, in her head, but for it to happen she needed to act. Sighig softly, she pushed back in her chair. Yeah, it was time. She just needed to call a certain brother and tell him the news.