Disclaimer: I don't own these gents just borrowing them for a bit

This is not beta'd all mistakes are my own.

Chapter 3

There were risks in taking Zack back to Shinra himself but consequences be damned. He landed just outside the main headquarters in a little known security hole that the Trio had arranged back in the day, sometimes it paid to be the best. Zack looked at him sadly as his lover set him down on the grass. Angeal smiled softly "You need to walk into the building on your own." He then removed his sword from its place on his back and handed it to Zack.

"Angeal?" he was confused this sword was beyond precious to his lover.

I'll explain later" making sure his beloved had secured the sword properly on his person. "Get moving I'll meet you in our quarters," a large smile appeared on his young lovers face and he practically ran toward the entrance.

Zack found Angeal patiently waiting on the small balcony; he hurriedly let him in and once again flung his arms around his lovers' thick neck. The former Soldier held his lovers waist gently, while taking in the state of their apartment. He noted the disheveled sofa with a blanket bunched up at one end. "You haven't been sleeping on the sofa since I left have you pup?"

Caught red handed Zack nodded, "I really did try but the bed seemed so cold and empty without you there." He really didn't want this night to end it had been such a struggle to stay cheerful for others without his rock. "I would just toss and turn and end up crying into your pillow."

They separated Angeal closing and locking the door while Zack headed for the kitchen knowing he should eat something. Angeal turned around and smiled seeing his lover poke around in the fridge and cupboards, it had been awhile since he had cooked for them. Zack was surprised when the pan was gently grabbed from his hand by his lover's larger one. He looked up into Angeal's dark blue eyes and his breath caught at the tenderness shown there. The larger man leaned down and placed a light kiss upon those oh so luscious lips, "Go, relax I think I can still remember how to cook."

Warmth came over the younger man that had been missing all these months; he nodded and went off to change out of his uniform. He carefully placed the buster sword in its customary place; he looked once more over his shoulder seeing his love busying himself preparing dinner. Zack headed to their bedroom pulling off the straps of his uniform then the snug belts. He sighed in relief and continued to change; he grabbed one of Angeal's well worn shirts. He smiled his lover was notoriously thrifty and this meant he has a surplus of very well used shirts to pick from; they were all too large and very comfy to the young ravenette. Suitably comfortable now clad only in his boxers and his favorite shirt he headed back to the main room a wonderful smell was calling him.

Zack sat down at the kitchen counter just watching as his love deftly moved around the kitchen; he noticed that his lover's wing was gone seeing only the hole left in the black uniform shirt. "Your wings I miss them they are so beautiful" Zack noticed his love halt briefly, he really needed to work on Angeal realizing how wonderful all of him was. "I wonder if our child will have them I think it would be wonderful if they did," Zack smiled although when the larger man faced him he looked troubled.

"I don' think I would want our child to be cursed as I am," he knew he said the wrong thing as the younger man looked crest fallen.

"I wouldn't be a curse" Zack looked down and touched his slight bump softly, "wings after all symbolize freedom for those who have none." He looked up sky blue meeting midnight the former soldier nodded understanding what his lover meant and decided he would take it to heart but it would still be a long journey to acceptance for himself.

When the food was cooked Angeal served Zack then himself they ate in relative silence just enjoying the normality of the moment. The large soldier made sure to clean up everything wanting his lover to be able to relax as he doubted the teen had done so enough given the events going on. Zack found himself wandering over to the buster sword pondering why his lover had handed it to him. The former Solder came up behind embracing the youngman.

"Angeal I still don't understand why you handed me your sword," he tilted is head back and to the side to look up at his lovers face.

"That sword is a symbol of my family's honor and dreams," Angeal's hand lowered lifting up the hem of the shorter mans shirt and gently pressed his palm to the soft flesh over their growing child. He looked into those beautiful eyes smiling as a slight gasp escaped from his lovers mouth at the contact. "You and this child are my family and I could have no better dream at this moment." He leaned down and placed a soft kiss upon the young man's lips as he pulled away he could see the tears shining in those expressive eyes. "Also you know how cheap I can be" he laughed lightly, "consider this your engagement ring."

"I love you" Zack turned around and pulled his lover down into a deep kiss.

"I'm taking that as a yes then" Angeal smiled.

"What do you think" he pulled the larger man toward their bedroom he knew in the morning his lover would be gone which made this time they had together all the more dear to him.