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He can't help but feel a twinge of something alien as he looked in on his little family. Yoko was walking now and constantly getting into trouble, and then getting right back out of it because she was so cute. He was never a disciplinarian anyway; hell he was a convicted felon. Fuu was completely taken with the little girl and would brush her soft, wispy hair and dress her. Mugen would often watch her when Fuu had to work and he openly indulged the little monster in public. No one had ever been sweet, truly sweet, to him before Fuu and something in him couldn't bring him to be his normal snarling self to his little girl.
Right now Fuu was making dinner, stray locks falling from her coif and her cheeks rosy from the heat of the fire. Yoko was cuddling Momo, who chirped merrily at the lavishing of attention. She cooed ebulliently at the sight of Mugen and waddled over to him. Her tiny arms were brandished high above her head and she made a series of unhappy noises until he picked her up. She cuddled into his neck with a sleepy gurgle. He quietly crossed the room and placed the sleeping baby in a cradle he had made for her right before she was born.
Fuu smiled as she watched the bloodthirsty pirate tuck her in with almost overly gentle hands. He was surly and gruff but she knew that he loved the little girl. He watched her with no complaint and she often caught him staring at her.
She felt him sidle up behind her and wrap his tawny arms around her lithe torso. He pressed his lips to her temple and breathed in her clean scent.
He turned her around so that she was perched in his lap. He searched her face with feral eyes and stroked her cheeks with calloused fingers.
"Fuu."
"Yeah?"
His heart hammered painfully in his chest as he looked at her with wild eyes. She looked at him in concern and threaded her fingers through his wild, shaggy mane.
"Will you marry me?"
Shock paralyzed every muscle in her body and she stupidly gaped at him. She blinked rapidly and opened and closed her mouth.
"Wha?"
"Will you marry me?"
His voice was soft and uncharacteristically patient.
"Yes, oh god yes."
Tears streaked down her cheeks and she wound her arms around his neck, crushing her lips to his.
"I don't have a ring."
"I don't have a dowry."
"Perfect," he laughed as he leaned in to kiss his fiancé.
He was scared shitless but he knew this was something he had to do. They lived together in a house he had built her, they loved each other, and they had a kid. It was the natural conclusion. Besides he loved her and wanted to do right by her. She deserved to be married, to know that he would never leave her.
"I never thought you would ask me," she whispered into his hair.
"Yeah well."
His grumble tapered off and he shot her a rakish grin.
"I just realized this means we get a honeymoon," he purred into her ear.