While Samantha was certainly pleased by Kit's favorable reaction to the news that she had presented him, the young fae certainly hadn't expected the eruption of excitement from him. After all, the two of them hardly knew each other. They'd spent two evenings together, and even though they had spoken extensively during that time, Samantha was not oblivious to the fact that they were mostly strangers. She'd expected that same level of hesitation that she felt towards the whole situation. A child... especially a fae child... that was not something she'd had planned for herself. Even before her fateful turning, she hadn't expected a family like this, at least not until she was much, much older. Though, she supposed, she was nearing thirty years old in human standards, even if her body didn't look or feel a day over eighteen. But still, his enthusiasm was contagious, and Samantha found herself smiling along with him, something she'd thought impossible only minutes before.

Days ago the young woman had been hesitant to admit even to herself - hell, especially to herself - that she was pregnant. And now the young woman found herself explaining the extent of her powers to Kit. It seemed far too soon to be able to truly feel the child that stirred within her, and yet she definitely couldn't deny those flutters that came from it. That anxiety of the unknown certainly came out then, the girl suddenly relieved to not be alone in this anymore. Or at least, she thought that she wasn't alone. Kit seemed more than willing to be here, to be her partner at least in parenting. But it was her power when it came to him that had the young woman hesitating. There were many that knew of her abilities, of course, and yet she still felt like she was prying on something private. She couldn't turn them off, of course, and even now as her power had gotten stronger, she could read a person's thoughts without the need to touch them if only she could focus in on a singular emotion of theirs. It felt like such an invasion of privacy to the girl, and yet she was unable to entirely block it out, even when she wanted to.

"I'm satisfied," Samantha said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Though I wouldn't say I'm entirely out of the clear on being worried. I'm still... petrified about everything else." She didn't elaborate, instead allowing that conversation to shift towards her creation. Samantha's gaze shot up to him, that flash of anger so brilliant in the man across from her. "It's okay, honestly. I spent a lot of time being upset and afraid of those dumb girls, but..." She shrugged a little. "I went back to New York a few years ago, I tracked them down. The worst part was that they were such a big part of my fears and they didn't even recognize me." It had been such a huge blow to the girl. She'd spent months terrorized by the girls - though most of that had been the illusions of Frost's targeting - and when she'd tracked them down, she'd been met with a wall of indifference. She'd perceived them as cruel, sadistic beings intent on having some sort of control over her. In reality, they were nothing more than sad party girls who had been bored and she had had the misfortune of being their plaything.

Samantha hardly expected him to react at all to her musings about encountering a winged fae. In fact, her mind was rather distant, her thoughts on that evening in which Troy had taken her flying. How terrifying the notion had been at the time, that certain fear of heights having surged within the girl. And yet now, she almost longed for that sort of adventure. "Hm?" Samantha said after a moment, the questioning tone of his voice drawing her back in. For a moment, the young woman merely stared at the handsome fae across from her. How little her attention could be on Troy when Kit sat in front of her, his gorgeous features making her stomach flip. She didn't answer his question yet, her attention momentarily broken from that line of thought by the reassurance from him that this pregnancy would not be an easy one for her.

There was plenty of time to discuss that, instead she brought herself back to her own feelings for him. Her heart certainly skipped a beat as his smile grew on his features, the girl entirely captivated by his smile and his warmth. How she wanted to crawl into his arms. "I feel the same way," She admitted, gently standing up and moving to the seat beside him. It was the closest she could get to him and be decent in such a public setting, though admittedly the girl wanted so much more. "To answer your question, yes. It was around here. A couple years ago, but I saw him again about a year or so ago. But don't worry, you have no competition." She flashed him a warm smile, confident that the best thing she could do was to focus on making sure that he was the sole owner of her heart, at least as long as he wanted it to be.