Moments
A/N: Written for Stephy who wanted to see a family moment between Mello, Layla and their child. 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of its respective situations, however I do own the characters Layla Levandi and Jovan Keehl. Please do not use them without my permission.
The droning of the television was annoying Mello and he turned the volume up and down for the fifth time that hour.
The sound of Layla reading to their five year old son was calming and he paused to listen to her deep throaty voice, telling him about the Snowmaiden, who's delicate beauty was destroyed by the Sun God.
The boy however must have been squirming because after a moment he could hear Layla give out an irritated sigh.
"Alright little one, go visit your father, you're restless I can tell."
Mello gave out a sigh and braced himself for the pitter patter of little feet on the wood floor and the barrel of a child's body against him.
Sure enough, the sound of the kid practically barreling towards Mello came soon after, and he managed to snatch the little boy from the floor before he had time to tackle his father against the couch.
"Ah, Krolik, you're so full of energy," he mumbled, when the boy nuzzled the side of Mello's neck.
Mello's son pulled away from him for just a moment, beaming up at Mello before plopping on his lap.
The boy was a mute, so Mello had learned to read many of his son's facial expressions and smiles.
The absence of his speaking worried Layla and she had taken to reading to the boy periodically in hopes that it would spark the child's willingness to speak. But Mello didn't mind his son's silences, pleased that even after the boy's birth his house would remain quiet.
"You need to let your mummy read to you, you know." Mello said softly, burying his nose in the child's blond hair that was the same shade of his own. "Its almost time for bed."
The boy frowned up at Mello, distaste littering his grey eyes at the word bed.
"Yes," Mello said, pulling the boy against his fur lined jacket, "You need to sleep, can't stay awake all night like your crazy parents."
The huff of air against Mello's neck made him annoyed and he spoke the boy's name sharply, "Jovan. Don't be that way. Be a good boy tonight, eh?"
The small boy frowned and contented himself by playing with the crucifix on Mello's neck.
"Such a picky little Krolik," Mello mumbled. "Just like your Kiska mummy."
"I'm not nearly as picky as you Mello!" Layla snorted, opening the fridge to pull out a carton of milk. She poured the milk out into a cup and strode over to Mello's side.
"Yes you are!" Mello said amicably, "Remember how picky you were when he was born?" he mimed her voice in a high squeaky tone. "Oh Mello, I don't like that crib, Mello, he needs a different onesie, Mello he needs a better doctor, the other one won't stop eyeing me."
Layla flushed and angrily took a sip of the milk before handing it to their small son who was grinning at Mello's tone.
"Yes," Mello cooed at the boy, "Your daddy mimics mummy perfectly doesn't he?"
After the boy had finished the milk, both of his parents could see the sleepiness that was beginning to ebb at his eyes.
Layla gently plucked the boy from Mello's arms, "Aw, don't listen to your father, he doesn't know nothing."
"Anything." Mello corrected, following her to the boy's bedroom, "And his father knows far better english."
The two of them bickered quietly as they tucked Jovan into bed.
"The only thing you did do was give me such a pretty baby," Layla teased, leaning to kiss Mello's lips.
"Mmm. We should fill the house with more pretty babies eh?" Mello murmured, lifting her up to cart her away towards their bedroom.