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March 17th, XX42
I suppose this is how I begin recording this journey. I’m not certain just how frequently this journal will be utilized, but I believe keeping memory of this experience will be worthwhile.
I’ve always loved children. Shadow Milk has as well, in his own ways. We’ve discussed wanting kids before, but had come to realize that we’d likely only be able to go forward with adopting since we cannot bake a baby. It’s been in our plans for quite awhile, but simply never been the right time.
It seems the time has presented itself, except in a way unexpected. White Lily Cookie visited us recently, and, during a conversation she and I had, she presented a new theory to me. One that has changed everything we thought to be out of reach.
It is apparently possible for me and Shadow Milk to have a biological baby.
The downside being that for us it will be more complicated. Hypothetically, for this to work, we’ll have to not only combine our soul jams to give part of our power to a doughling, but one of us will have to carry the doughling through a pregnancy. Though this isn’t impossible with cookies on their own when their bodies allow for it, it is rather rare since baking is far more accessible and convenient than the alternative.
I’ve told Shadow Milk of this. He was quick to volunteer for the pregnancy aspect. I pointed out to him immediately that I do not mind going through it myself. He’s well aware of what pregnancy is, I would assume, but for him? I’m not sure between the two of us it should be him.
Alas, I can’t say no to him outright. I’m trying to deter him, and hopefully that will at least make us more sure of things going in. I am hopeful, though! I would love to experience a sweet, darling dough that’s part of both of us, that we can pass ourselves down to directly.
That being said, of course, I will never say no to adoption. If ultimately this doesn’t end up working, I believe that is our next course of action.
I’m very excited about this possibility. A cookie, both me and Shadow Milk. Truth and deceit, finally combined into one soul once more. It’s beautiful.
This art was made to go along with this first entry on my socials, mostly just to be like "Here's Pure Vanilla, he's thinking and writing" (and also to illustrate that he is using his staff to see, the man is blind in this au)
