Hello, people! Carlile, here.
I figured, since ColoLal is the most popular hetero KHR couple (or at least I think so…at least the cutest), they should get together, get married, and have a baby! This is less than 500 words, which is new for me…If there are inaccuracies, please forgive me, as I might have based a couple things on my own twisted ideas from other fics, and I absolutely despise editing my own stuff.
I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Lal Mirch, Oregano, or Colonello. If I did, Lal and Colonello would've freaking got together a long time ago, and what this fic is would be happening in the actual story.
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And You Came
I felt comforting warmth over me out on the porch. The lake crept right up to the edges of the outer walls, lapping at the wooden barriers that supported the little lookout adjoining my room. Leaning on the railing to take in the starlight and the calm waves on the water generated by a breathing wind, I clutched tight to my chest something I couldn't drop.
She was sound asleep in my arms, swaddled in blankets, nothing but her cute face showing. Her dark gold eyes were leisurely shut. I shifted slightly, gently, and stroked her soft hair.
"Lal," called a voice from my chamber.
I quickly peered back beyond the sliding-glass door separating the living area from the veranda. Inside were two blondes, one female with red eyes, one male with blue eyes.
"Oregano's here," explained the man, my husband.
My best friend, now in her forties, excitedly darted across the room, slowing herself to a stop beside me.
"Let me see, baby mama," she whispered.
I barely took my arms from my torso to reveal to the woman the infant inside the bundle of blankets. She extended her arms as her scarlet eyes opened wide and lit up; with mixed feelings I delicately handed it to her.
Oregano gasped as she situated one arm underneath it and the other around. "Oh, Lal, she's gorgeous!"
A presence emerged behind me, sliding its arms casually and lovingly around my shoulders. Though unconfirmed, it was rather obvious who was embracing me loosely from the back as my husband had recently disappeared from my sight.
The blonde-haired woman cautiously folded part of the blanket back from the youth's face. "She favors her father, most definitely. I mean, with the blonde hair and that permanent smirk and the cutest little nose—oh! Hello, little one."
My newborn daughter, awakened by the poking of the tip of her nose, opened her eyes and gazed upon the face of her holder.
Oregano grinned back at the baby, rocking her oh-so-slowly back and forth, until she said in a sugary, hushed tone, "She has your eyes, though, Lal." She half lifted the baby to her face, half lowered her own head, and kissed my first child's forehead. "God bless your sweet little heart."
