I like to think of them as OUR arrows

"I really hope that being called the Devil isn't asking for the Antichrist," Matt joked back in return. "I'll love my kid no matter what but I'd really hope they aren't meant to bring about the apocalypse and Hell on earth." It was one thing for that to make the premise of a great Pratchett story, but not something he really wanted to entertain in his real life.

Ella was purring on his chest and Matt gave her a loving little pet. At Sam's hackles raising up, Matt patted the cushion next to him. Sam bounced up and over both of them, taking the most difficult route possible, to land at Matt's side and play with his hand. Matt knew it was setting up terrible habits, but at least the pizza wasn't being attacked.

He snorted at her teasing, then shook his head. It took some effort but he sat up a little straighter as he promised, "No, I want to do it. I do. I don't want to put it off. It's just a lot, you know? To think about. I haven't seen anything since I was nine years old, Kate. The thought of getting to even in dreams? It's hard to wrap my head around. But I'm looking forward to it." It just made him nervous, and excited, and scared, and curious, and so many emotions. He folded his fingers in hers as they rested on his stomach. "I'm glad we're doing it together."