A/n: first time writing a fanfic so expect some obvious mistakes in grammar, spelling and over all slight OOC. I blame Makmoore, Zeden and Hatseput for planting the writing bug and poor dialog...or lack thereof. Bioware owns Dragon Age and its characters, Im just messing around with em.
The wind was rather chilly at this time of night for any fool to be caught outside this kind of weather, yet Cyrion was said fool, warming his hands, waiting on his wife.
Waiting impatiently on the bridge to the Alienage in some attempts to stay warm and awake. 'She better hurry it up or else I'm just gonna go back home and wait like a normal husband,' he thought glumly, huffing bits of warm breath into his palms.
This was an odd routine he was getting used to as of late, where he would wait on the bridge to the Alienage until Adaia came back from her "part time" job. Of course he wasn't blind to her way of 'fun', but it did concern him from time to time since he could afford working as a servant for the both of them.
Even at this stage of their marriage they weren't ready for children...yet it didn't stop Adaia or him from trying every other night. 'Not that I'm was complaining.' he thought with a sly smile before the wind picked up.
So here Cyrion waited, freezing his little citizens of Arlathan, waiting against the windy chill. Waiting. And waiting. And waiting some more until a cold chill decided to creep up his bladder. Taking a quick glance from side to side, he weighed his options in of expelling the only warm feeling inside versus the rumors he heard among the shems about holding it in. 'With the weather as it I don't have much of a choice, and hopefully moving about will keep me warm for the next 50 seconds.' Shifting around the laces to his breeches and arranging his cloak into an impromptu barrier, Cyrion pulled out his member at the same moment a dark figure creeped up behind him. Said creeper was also smiling like a Cheshire cat at him before slapping him on the back.
"Miss me sweetheart?" a feminine voice chuckled while the sound of Cyrion screaming was accompanied by his piss stream squirting into a jet propelled cannon.
"Damn it woman, do you always have to be so sneaky! You almost scared the piss out of me!" He whispered in harsh tones, trying not to get any on him. Adaia on the other hand was doubled over on the balls of her feet, laughing like a fool.
"I think, he-he, its almost too late for that!"
"Ha ha ha...you did scare me you know."
"Haaaah...truly though, I am sorry baby, but you stood out as the perfect target." Venturing closer to him, while avoiding any blowback from said piss stream standing upwind, Adaia looked out onto the grimy canal still grinning. "You know you didn't have to wait up for me this late. If anything this just gives the guards here an excuse to toy with you even if you work for a good employer."
"What kind of husband would I be if I let my wife walk home at night during a cold night and no one to watch her back?"
"A cold elf exposing himself for some kink filled thrill?"
Cyrion looked to wife with a skeptic look, without looking away, as he tucked himself back inside his pants. Letting out a sigh he moved towards Adaia encircling his arms around her taking in her warmth as she nuzzled his neck. " I know these jobs are what keep you occupied as training and what not...however I wish you'd stay a bit closer to the Alienage and train. We aren't that desperate for money with my job working at the Arl's estate and I'm sure we wont be for a while even if we have a..you know."
"A baby?" She asked rocking her hips back and forth to some unknown song only she knew. Cyrion followed her rhythm swaying while his mind was stuck on baby. "Yeah...a little one to crawl around on the floor with my eyes and your nose." Adaia chuckled at this as he continued. "Or he could have your features with my dashing looks."
Adaia stopped swaying to look up at Cyrion with hidden mirth in her eyes as Cyrion chuckled. "I'm just saying I did beat back the women here who were just dying to-"
"Cyrion dear," Adaia purred while rubbing his arms to gather some warmth there. "First off I doubt we'll have a boy right off the bat and second what ladies? I haven't heard any strange deaths of women fainting at the sight of some handsome elf who is too good for anyone but them?"
"Can't blame a guy for exaggerating when he has all of this," With a sound emphasis he grabs her bottom with firm gropes waggling his eyebrows in a humorous manner. "waiting home for him in that bed. Which I have to say even though it takes more than a handful on each side I cant help it." A hearty laugh erupts from his wife's mouth before she tries to reign in.
"So I take it you're saying I'm fat?" Swatting his hands away she turns around looking out into the canal smiling slightly as Cyrion re-wraps his arms around her from behind.
"I never said that! Only you did just now. It probably shows your a healthy woman with above average...assets to rear a child."
Adaia chuckled at this sentiment while her rear pressed into her husband's sudden growing attention.
"Meaning that's just a nicer way of saying 'I like what I see with all that cushion on ya girl'."
"Mm-mm darlin' you know how I feel with those hips and that rump ass of yours." Adaia held in a moan as Cyrion continued to sway and grind into her no longer cold but feeling a different kind of warmth spread through him. He brought his mouth up to her ear with a bit of husk in his voice as the wind picked up. "Now let's venture in our warm house, my warm woman and get back to that idea of having.."
"A baby?"
"Yeah or maybe two if you like-"
"No, a baby."
"Okay maybe just one child.."
Before he could finish a lilting wail erupted ahead of them down the canal. At first Cyrion thought it was the wind playing with his sensitive ears until the second wail snapped him out of his daze noticing Adaia was standing still in shock. Soon in view a wicker basket was floating down where the wails were increasing holding a swaddle of cloth that was moving about erratically. Cold dread slowly swept up his spine as he realized that the canal was most likely cold as the Anderfals and there was a little life down there drifting to a sad watery doom. Adaia on the other hand was spurred in action by some maternal instinct removing her cloak and daggers jumping into the canal towards the basket.
Before Cyrion could registered what just happened he was already running down the side stairs like a mad man.
The following day was something he wanted to avoid as his wife was huddled in their bed fighting a severe cold while looking over at the child in his arms. In truth Cyrion was mad at his wife for making such a risk for a tiny little thing that wasn't theirs to begin with...yet he was also mad to learn the life she saved was a dirty little shemlin baby that looked like it was covered in dark brown mud and ghastly thin to look at. If anything he was more concern that the child should die if it meant his wife would live if her health deteriorated in anyway after swimming in that waste of a canal. Sadly voicing that concern when he dragged her into the house resulted in a slap that easily dropped his manhood down a peg or two.
As if reading his thoughts the babe started to yawn curling up into his arm for warmth. Cyrion didn't know how to take this statement of endearment without thinking a few seconds of bloody murder before his wife opened an eye towards him. A look that said 'I dare you' of an angry mother...even though the thought warmed him, just not in this context.
"You know we will have to stop by the chantry and have the sisters take care of it since we wont have enough goats milk to feed it."
"It's not an it...she'll have to have a proper name."
Cyrion looked up as if she had suddenly grown horns, becoming the next arch demon. Shaking his head he rocked back and forth causing the infant to yawn nestling further onto his chest.
"You do realize there is no way we can legally keep and name her right?"
"Doesn't mean we can't try...besides they'll just say she's a half born since we found her and try to say I was getting rid of evidence. Or some other nonsense."
This caused Cyrion to bristle at the undertones she was suggesting in particular. True some elven woman would take human lovers, and in the rare occasion husbands, that resulted in these offspring but usually those women would chose that as an alternative for 'easy earning' or were never given a choice in the matter. Clearing his mind from such dark thoughts he settled the baby back in its, sorry, her basket, wrapping her up as best he could. Setting the basket near the bed, but far away so Adaia couldn't hack up a lung on the poor child, he walked towards the fireplace adding more kindling to feed the flame. Standing in front of the flames, brow bent in deep thought, he started to wonder if what his wife suggested was even a good thing to begin with in the first place. The idea was asinine to begin even going along with, let alone thinking...but the look on his wife's face as she held that baby made him stop to think.
"Adaia...if we are going," he closed his eyes, trying to concentrate, thinking of many possible outcomes. "to proceed with this idea of yours. I like to ask you one simple question before we do."
"Name it."
"Why did you save that...this child?"
Adaia looked away from Cyrion as she shifted toward the edge of the bed near the baby. Forgoing any sense for either ones health, she gently picked her up holding her to her breast, warm with thoughts of a distant future.
"I just couldn't leave her like that. I mean I just could not leave that child to die such a horrible death when it was screaming to live. Just thinking who could be such a horrible monster to do such a heartless thing...and I suddenly thought, 'what if that was our child'?"
Cyrion looked up towards his wife, absorbing all this sudden love she was spouting, trying to reign in his emotions. "Even if this child was ours and you saved it...you might be condemning it to a slower death...do you regret the thought of that?" Moving to the side of the bed he enfolded both wife and child in an embrace. Moving her mouth to the baby's downy scalp, Adaia kissed the top while cuddling her.
"I regret nothing and would dive a hundred times still...everyone deserves some love in their life."
Cyrion put some distance between them as he watched the child opening her eyes, staring at both with apt awe. "Alright love. We'll love her like she's our own daughter should she perish, young or not."
"I knew you would see the good in this."
"Aye...what should we call the little thing? Cause I can't call her an 'it' and you cant call her...well her." Adaia giggled at this, causing her to hold in a sniffle while he moved with the baby towards the fire. "I guess we can call her something fitting since she seems to pull out a source of motherly nature from you."
"Durga."
"Bless you, honey."
"No, the baby's name."
At this small mistake Cyrion acted surprised, ignoring his wife's eye roll as she bundling herself further into the bed.
"Huh, Durga...I guess it should fit her. You do realize once you're better you'll help me raise her."
"Wouldn't put it past my mind."
"That also means not dropping her on me when you work 'part time'."
"Oh, perish the thought. I promise to look after her wholly."
Of course Adaia did keep her promise, when she fully healed, to look after their newest addition in the family. However what Cyrion had failed to mention was that she couldn't take the baby in a sling along with her to work. Not that a mother with a baby didn't look less intimidating, even if it was the last thing you saw.
A/N: Welp there be the first chapter of many for this...I hope you all enjoyed it. Please review, leave criticism good or bad and expect a sporadic update schedule.