Marriage

HandPrints

Slap . . . . slap,slap, slap . . .

"Hunter be careful." Raven scolded. The round pale green head of her eleven month old son swiveled around to look at his mother while he sucked innocently on a pacifier, his jade green eyes glistening in the sunlight of the clear blue sky outside the window he found so much entertainment in slapping. Mother and son continued their staring contest until Raven slowly tore her eyes away, pretending to place them into her book, sure enough the slapping continued.

"Agh, Hunter." She groaned.

"Leave him alone." Ravens attention was pulled to her husband whose sleepy head was resting on her lap, not at all bothered by his sons slapping on the window.

"He's making a smudges with his hands on the windows, now get up and get him to stop."

He snickered, eyes still closed. "I don't mind it at all."

She rolled her eyes. "No I guess it wouldn't bother you." There was a loud slap of her sons tiny hands this time. "Hunter that's enough!" Once again her son swiveled around with an innocent expression as if to say "I wasn't doing anything" and all together unphased by her scolding. Raven narrowed her eyes, not at all buying the innocent baby act. It was clear early on that Beast Boy was going to be the fun parent while she was left as the bad cop, but he was still a wonderful father, even if he did weasel out of diaper duty with the excuse of "my sensitive nose can't take it", but he did fight her for feeding duty when he could.

"I enjoy the little hand prints he leaves everywhere." Beast boy said with a yawn.

"Pfft you would, your both messy." she said with an annoyed expression.

"That's beside the point. When I had a scientist at S.T.A.R. Labs tell me it was IMPOSSIBLE for me to have kids, I was pretty bummed for a while but over time I excepted it."

Ravens book was forgotten. "Y-you never told me that."

He shrugged, "Well when you told me you couldn't have kids because of your demon stuff I figured no harm done." A small laugh escaped his throat. "Imagine my surprise."

It was her turn to laugh. "Your not the only one." Hunter had gotten to his feet and continued his assault on the large window. "So why doesn't his slapping bother you?"

Beast Boy smiled as if the answer was obvious. "Every time I look at those hand prints I think of how lucky I am that they were made by a child that wasn't supposed to be exist."

There was silence, minus the slapping and babbling of their child, until Beast Boy let out a Yelp when his wife crashed her lips against his.

She messaged his incredible lips with her own a bit longer before coming up for air.

"Whoa," he said in a slight daze, "what was that for?"

She smiled holding the side of his face in the palm of her hand. "I just love you is all."

He gave a small shrug. "Works for me." Now it was his turn to surprise her by massaging her pale supple lips with his own . . .

. . . . Until . . .

The slapping continued, on Beast Boys face. "I think someone s a little jealous." Said Raven as she separated from her husband.

Beast Boy flinched when his sons slapping continued. "So this is my thanks for sticking up for you?" Beast Boy shifted into a squirrel and scampered off, Hunter crawling after him. Raven shook her head and began to clean the window of the smudges. Sure it was cute, but they were bugging her. Besides its not like the window would be clean for much longer anyways.