Perhaps they should have considered discussing a specific place to meet. It was what Samantha was considering as she sat on the bench watching the people mill around the busy plaza. She hadn't expected it to be this populated, and yet her previous roamings of the Western district had tended to be during the evenings. What a change it was from the last time she had really lived in Sacrosanct. She had been so unsure of her abilities then, so weakened by the onslaught of emotions from others. Now, Samantha was able to sit within public spaces and listen to the hum of others' emotions without the unsettled feeling or headaches that used to plague her. The mood today was merry, people buzzing around with their shopping bags as they prepared for the upcoming festive season. Samantha had always loved Christmas. Growing up in New York, she had always loved to observe the tourists coming to see the trees and lights. It was no different now, though she had to admit that part of it now was the merry feelings that radiated from the people. She'd spent last Christmas in New York, and it had been utterly intoxicating.

Samantha and Kit hadn't spoken in depth of what their Christmas this year might consist of. She supposed things would be changing quite a bit with the fae child that they were bringing into the world. It was so hard to consider all the ways that their lives were about to change. And yet, she couldn't deny that she was excited. This child, even if it was as unexpected as could possibly be, was already adored by their parents. And she adored the way Kit lit up when they discussed their child. It was an unconventional way to begin a relationship, sure, and yet, she wouldn't have changed a thing if given the opportunity.

The sound of another's voice snapped Samantha out of her thoughts, and she glanced over her shoulder to see the smiling fae that she knew so well. Samantha's face lit up in a smile, her fingers still gently stroking her stomach. She was well aware of the way that his eyes trailed down her body - just as she was expecting - but what she wasn't expecting was the concerned look on his face. She expected the confusion and felt it so readily radiating from him. Oh, this was not going to be easy. How did you tell your friend something like this? Samantha smiled as he joined her on the bench. She shifted slightly to give him plenty of room, easily reaching over to take his hand. She gave it a happy squeeze before she released it, her smile radiating from somewhere within.

"It's good to see you too," She said happily. She watched his eyes as he continued to observe her, watching the way that he seemed to consider every bad thing that could have happened to her. But this wasn't a bad thing. Sure, there had been a small moment in time in which she had thought it to be the worst thing in the world, and yet that moment had certainly passed. Samantha raised her eyes as he sighed, watching his hand trail through his dark hair. His words were so like Troy, so protective and kind. It brought a small chuckle to her lips as she shook her head.

"I'm not in any trouble," Samantha assured him, pushing her hair behind her ear. "Quite the opposite, really. I'm... I'm doing great." She took a deep breath, pushing down the anxiety that came from what she had to tell him. There was really no dainty way to tell him this, no easy way to lead him down the path of what was happening. "So, I... I met someone. Obviously," She motioned to her stomach, and she felt the child within stir, likely reacting to its mother's anxiety. "I... And I've been told that you know this person, but it's been awhile since you've seen each other." Samantha lifted her gaze, reaching again to take Troy's hand as she guided it to her stomach. "And I wanted you to know about this, because this little person in here is technically your niece or nephew." She paused for a moment, her eyes lifting up to his and away from the child in her stomach. "My boyfriend's name is Kit Marks."