MEDUSA AND BLACK BOLT

She lay in bed, her scarlet tresses fanning out beneath her, waiting for the one she called her own.
Medusa, the queen of the Inhumans and wife of the great Blackagar Boltagon, felt that she was the happiest woman in the world.
Lazily pushing the sheets off of her, she smiled. She could just imagine his reaction when she told him.
He would want to shout with joy, laugh with her, rejoice, but he wouldn't, she thought, her smile fading, as much as he would want to do any of that, he would not, he could not.

His great power was both a blessing and a curse.

She stood in front of a full mirror, and placed a gentle hand on her exposed stomach. It was already beginning to show.
"Hello, baby." She cooed softly, running a hand over it delicately.

There was a tiny sound behind her, causing her to spin around.
"Black." She breathed.
Her husband stood there, looking her over. Once his eyes had traveled over her whole body, his gaze finally settled on the little bump on her belly. He raised his eyes to her face.
My son? They asked her.
She smiled a little, nodding, "Or daughter."
His face lit up beautifully. Coming closer to her, he ran a hand over her cheek, his eyes pledging his undying love and devotion.

Blackagor's love, that was first hers was now theirs. His child and his wife.
His family.
A fierce expression took over his face. He kissed her roughly.
His happiness, his fears, everything, poured into that one touch of their lips.
He gently picked her up and lay her on the bed, where everything had started.
I love you. His eyes yelled.
And after that, it was just them.
Two bodies, one soul, one life.

Medusa thought back to her earlier disappointments and realized how silly they were.
He needn't shout to show his happiness, he need not laugh out loud.
She kissed his chest.
For them, no words were ever needed.