Drabble 1 – Life
It takes a lot of convincing for Spirit not to carry Stein back home after the incident in class. Stein keeps insisting he's fine, even though he stumbles a little as they walk back to the patch-work house. Spirit keeps an arm firmly around Stein's waist, and every now and again his thumb returns to rub gentle circles on the meister's stomach.
Stein almost fumbles to unlock the door, and as soon as they cross the threshold and shut the door behind them, everything changes.
Spirit puts his hands on Stein's waist and pulls him close, leaning in and resting his forehead on his shoulder, lips pressed to his collarbone. Stein lets out a sound that's half-amused and half-irritated. He opens his mouth, as if to say something, but then Spirit drops to his knees abruptly and pushes his cheek against Stein's still-flat stomach.
"Oh my God," he finally says, voice filled with wonder. "We're having a baby."
Stein grins and huffs at the same time. "Yes. We've established that, Spirit."
One of the weapon's hands moves from Stein's waist to lay flat against his stomach. "Just six months left, oh my God and I didn't even notice..." Spirit trails off. "Kami and I knew so fast, now it feels like we don't have any time..."
"We have plenty of time," Stein says. He reaches down to thread his fingers between strands of red hair. "We'll be fine." He's not sure if he's saying it more for himself, or more for Spirit.
"You'll have to take leave off from work," Spirit murmurs. His lips are pressed against the meister's stomach now as he trails kisses down to his hip. "We don't need you getting stressed."
"I'll be fine," Stein repeats. "We'll be fine. If you think you're keeping me cooped up here for the next six months, you've got another thing coming."
Spirit chuckles softly. "I just want you somewhere I'll know you'll be safe. I don't want you lifting a finger through this, you hear?"
Stein considers protesting again, but now Spirit's mouth is against his belt buckle, so he doesn't say anything.