Shuichi held the little bundle of sheets within his arms, securing him with warmth and love as he stared down at the day old boy who had his eyes closed firmly accompanied with a light drool appearing from his currently parted lips. His turf of fur present on his skull ruffled as the wind blew and he fisted the sheet in his palms, crumpling them in the process.
Shuichi allowed a smile to grace his lips as tears of joy welled up in his eyes. He had always wanted to make a family with Yuki and his dream had finally become a reality and he was finally holding his child.
Yuki draped an arm across Shuichi's shoulders and looked down at his son, a gentle smile tugging his lips upwards as his finger gently and slowly caressed the light blonde fur that was covering the child's head. Yuki had never been close to children, excluding Shuichi and an agitated look was always plastered to his face whenever he was around any. But this feeling was like no other, looking down at light-skin boy, there was a strong emotion and feeling that was hanging from his heart, making it feel heavy with happiness and glee.
Collecting the little boy from Shuichi arms, Yuki held the bundle in his arms, his eyes mesmerized at the sight.
"Yamato Uesugi..." Yuki muttered, staring at the boy's innocent and chaste features, an unnatural glow surrounding him. He was after all an angel sent from heaven. Yuki felt blessed when given a child. The day he married Shuichi, he was willing to sacrifice the gift of having children. But this boy had finally fulfilled his long and awaited dream. Unknown to him, Shuichi smiled and nodded in agreement, repeating the same words that Yuki had voiced a few moments ago.
"I welcome you, Yamato," Shuichi said, looking at the writer and then at the white bundle.
"I love you too mini-brat," Yuki said placing a chaste kiss on the blonde boy's forehead as he stirred slight from his sleep, shifting here and there, trying to grab the most comfortable position.