Warning: Noctis/Prompto.
Chapter Two
His son was napping.
His darling boy had fallen asleep watching cartoons. He chuckled and crossed his arms - shaking his head, just before draping a blanket over his son.
He began tidying, then. He knelt down - throwing toys into a box, with a tired sigh. Once he had finished, Prompto went into the kitchen - brewing coffee for himself, his body needing caffeine.
XOXO
The doorbell rang.
He halted atop the stairs, with his son. He then turned around - walking back downstairs, not before frowning. He threw the door open - set to chastise his nosy neighbor, who had no boundaries.
He wasn't greeted by his neighbor, though. It was Noctis - the king of Lucis, and the father of his son.
He reacted without hesitation - moving to shut the door, but Noctis was quicker. He stumbled backwards - protectively holding his son, who was still sleeping.
"He's mine!" Prompto sobbed, as Noctis grabbed his arm. "I won't let you take him from me."
"I'm not just here for him," Noctis scowled, as Prompto's eyes grew wide. "I'm here for you as well."
"W-What do you mean?"
"The two of you are property of the crown now."
"N-No …"
"You have no choice."
XOXO
His tears kept falling.
He was in the Regalia, with his sleeping son. He held his son - protectively inside his arms, not wanting to let go.
He had to, though. He handed his son over, then. So, Noctis could hold him - who happily ruffled black locks, even pinched freckled cheeks.
"He's beautiful," Noctis smiled, as Prompto just nodded. "He has freckles, like you."
"H-He has your hair color," Prompto sniffled, as Noctis smugly grinned. "He looks like you the most."
"He has something from the both of us, though. It's our eye color."
"Y-Yeah …"
XOXO
The king held his son.
It was a endearing scene, but sad as well. After all, Noctis hadn't experienced the first three years of his son's life.
He felt terrible about it. How could he have told Noctis, though?
"We'll be arriving soon," Noctis said, as Prompto bit his lower lip. "The Citadel is not far from here. Anyway, I had bedrooms prepared for the two of you in the royal wing. If there's something wrong, you can always tell the servants."
"O-Okay …" Prompto stuttered, as Noctis fondly stared down at his son. "H-He won't wake up anytime soon. He inherited your talent of sleeping."
"Did he now? He's the cutest thing ever."
"H-He really is."
XOXO
He followed behind Noctis.
He received many stares, just curious ones. He ignored them - entering his son's new room, with awe.
It was decorated beautifully. A more befitting word is lovingly, though.
"You really went all out," Prompto gasped, as Noctis simply shrugged. "Did you buy the entire toy store? You're going to spoil him even more."
"How can I not?" Noctis gloated, as Prompto looked around. "I'm sorry about what my daughter did at the park. She's visiting her uncle in Tenebrae, with Luna as well. That was just an excuse to leave, though."
"W-Why would Luna leave?"
"Don't you understand? She's angry because I had a love child with you."
"Oh …"
"And like my father, I've always wanted a son. She could never give one, but I have a son of my own now."
"N-Noct …"
"We should head to the throne room. It's where everyone is - my father, Gladio, and Iggy."
"Y-Yeah, I haven't see them in a while."
"Come on, then."
XOXO
The throne room was unnerving.
He stood beside Noctis, who was surrounded by the others. However, Noctis was holding his hand, with their son in the other. Of course, Prompto wondered why, especially because they're not together anymore.
Or perhaps he was just thinking too much into it. It could be possible that Noctis just didn't want him to be swept away into the crowd. There were a lot of people gushing over their son - cooing, congratulating, complementing, and some couldn't help poking and pinching their son's freckled cheeks.
"Oh, my goodness! He looks like you, but I see Prompto in him as well," Regis chortled, as Noctis squeezed his hand. "I can't wait to spoil my grandson. I assure you. You two will have a brat in no time."
"I don't doubt it," Noctis chuckled, as Prompto's heart fluttered. "You spoiled me rotten."
"Of course, I couldn't resist. And, I still can't."
"That's nice to know."
"I love you, my boy. And, I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you, dad. I love you, too."
XOXO
He sat on the armrest.
His feet dangled below. Meanwhile, Noctis sat atop the throne, with their son in his arms. His darling boy still slept - safe and sound in his father's embrace, who wouldn't let him go. He sighed and smiled - watching the two interact, just as Noctis took a hold of his hand again.
The touch surprised him, but he didn't push Noctis away. He let Noctis hold his hand, not wanting to create a scene. As Ignis and Gladio congratulated them, Prompto's cheeks crimsoned, even his ears turned a shade of pink.
"You two made him with love," Gladio snickered, as Noctis just chuckled. "I can't wait to train him. I wonder what weapon he'll like the most."
"Indeed," Ignis smirked, as Prompto lowered his gaze, "I'm so happy for the two of you."
"What's his name, Noct?"
"We're curious, Your Majesty."
XOXO
The throngs of people grew quiet.
A hush fell over their friends and family. It wasn't awkward or eerie. In fact, Prompto welcomed the silence - no longer being bombarded, with congratulations or compliments. For this reason, Prompto's voice resonated around the throne room - reached everyone's ears, who were curious about the newest addition to the royal family.
"Nicholas," Prompto smiled, as Noctis kissed their son's forehead. "His name is Nicholas."
"Nicholas Lucis Caelum," Noctis smirked, as Prompto's smile grew. "Welcome home, my son. And, Prompto, I should thank you."
"W-What for, Noct?"
"He's the greatest gift I could ever ask for."
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