What Samantha liked most about Kit was the way that he felt things so intensely. After the past few years and those supernaturals that were so skilled in hiding their emotions, it was like a breath of fresh air to be able to read him, to know his true intentions. That was not to say that she didn't try to give him his privacy with his emotions, but she'd started to discover that her power was harder to turn off than she'd imagined. The more she connected with someone the harder it was to shut out those emotions, and Kit felt so strongly, so intensely. The moment those fateful words left her lips, Samantha could see that explosion of emotions flicker around him. It was enough to bring a small smile to her lips, especially when she could so easily read his thoughts from the happiness that he seemed to feel. She tried not to pry too deeply into his thoughts, believing those to be such private matters, and yet she couldn't help it this time. Her curiosity got the better of her, wanting to know everything about what he was feeling and if he was truly happy with the news she'd had to share. And he seemed to be, even if he was shocked by the news itself. She knew this would change his life as much as it had changed hers and was fully willing to give the man the space to understand the weight of this.

Samantha was not oblivious to the way his body flooded with relief with the reassurance that she had not been with anyone else, though she wasn't sure exactly why. Was he happy because she hadn't slept with anyone else... because he liked her? Or was it because of that extra reassurance that the child she was telling him about was his? It could have gone either way, and yet Samantha found herself hoping in the former. She was stunned by how much she wanted him to like her, to want to share this responsibility alongside her for more than just the reason that the baby was his. She wanted those things she had wanted when she was just a human girl, those things that she had given up hope on. She wanted true love and a happy ever after even though she'd long stopped believing that either of those things were possible. But with Kit... Kit had opened those doors that she thought she'd shut tight. He'd kicked them wide open and broken down all those barriers that only a broken heart could create. Against her better judgment, Samantha was falling for that dark haired prince across from her. She couldn't deny that smile that existed as he reassured her that he hadn't shared a bed with anyone else either. That was good news, but the young woman hardly dwelled on it, instead quietly insisting that she could feel that baby inside of her.

She saw the way those brows of his shot up, the woman quickly moving to explain her power. It was easy to forget then, that they didn't know each other that well. Samantha very much felt as though she had known the man her whole life, when in reality they had spent barely three days together. "That's how I knew," She admitted reluctantly. "I felt it... the baby... and I thought I was insane. And then I was in denial for awhile... and I finally took a test and..." She shrugged a little, giving him a sheepish smile. "Here I am. Here we are." She could see that question that lingered in his mind as she discussed her power, a bright smile on her features as she assured him that yes, it was happy. She'd felt that emotion as strong as could be the moment Kit had sat across from her, it never wavering with his closeness. "I don't know if it's my own power picking up the bond or one of its own," She admitted. "I find the... closer I am with someone... the easier it is to read them. I can read you easily. Like breathing." Her face flushed, slowly biting her lip. "I hope that doesn't bother you. I... I'd turn it off but I... can't. Emotions tend to be my specialty," She didn't elaborate, leaving that door open if he wanted to know about her other affinities, like that one that so allowed her to see his thoughts from time to time.

It was easy to forget with their lighthearted moment that this would not be an easy process, his simple question of what she needed so drawing them back to that reality. Her response hardly seemed to give him any relief, however, that simple statement of being unsure since she had died seeming to be what he caught onto. "Yes," Samantha said gently, giving his hand another squeeze. Talking about that transformation hardly gave her the same fear it had not that long ago. "About ten years ago now. I'm a baby fae compared to an old man like you," She teased, her eyes flicking up to meet his with that teasing grin. Still, the young woman chuckled and shook her head at the mention of doctors. "After my week with the girls who created me, I have to say that I'm wary of anything where I might lose my freedom," She mused. "You know, I met a fae with wings once. He took me flying, it scared me shitless. I think I would prefer to stay on the ground."

Samantha's attention focused back on him as he squeezed her hand, listening to the words he spoke. She remained silent as he explained what he knew. She squeezed his hand, letting out a soft breath. "I know that this is rare. I know fae children are nearly impossible and that there is... there is a chance that this won't result in an actual child. But I'm hopeful." She glanced up at the mention of powers. "Is that why everything has seemed... brighter? It's been so much easier to read people lately, and everything seems..." She trailed off, her cheeks flaming. "I have this... power. Before I could control it, I used to make bubbles happen when I was really sad. That's uh, been happening again." She said sheepishly. "I guess that makes sense, now that I think about it."

Samantha's attention remained on him, her own body leaning in in response to his. Those words, so vulnerable, slipped from her lips and for a moment she wanted to run, embarrassed by those words. But his next words brought the blue of her gaze back to his. "I like you, Kit. A lot. And I wouldn't..." She trailed off, pausing as she considered how she wanted this to go. "I don't want it... the baby... to be the only reason... if we..." She left it open then, the young woman looking positively terrified now, but for vastly different reasons.