The day after they had been turned back to their original ages, Shura woke up to find Aioros packing away all of the baby things he had bought for Aioria.
"Have you even eaten anything?" asked Shura, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
Aioros looked up at him from where he knelt down on the carpet in the middle of the room.
"Hey. I wasn't hungry, so I started cleaning up around," he said, folding a blanket and putting it away into a box.
"You want me to help?" asked Shura, kneeling down next to him.
"Yes, you can start by giving me kisses," said Aioros, moving forward to steal a quick kiss from his lover before he could even react.
"Dummy…," whispered Shura, feeling his cheeks flushing. "You don't have to put it all away now."
"Well, I'll have to do it at one point or another, so I figured the sooner the better," he said, closing the box full of baby clothes and blankets. "Well, that's that about that. It was fun while it lasted."
Shura reached out to hold his hands "Aioros, let's have a baby," he said.
Aioros blinked, processing what he had just heard.
"WHAT?!" he cried.
"You enjoyed having Aioria back. You were so happy and fulfilled…," said Shura, thinking back to the way Aioros had seemed to be filled with a new joy for life. "We could adopt a baby if you would like."
"Sh-Shura that…We've barely been together. Shura, you…you're so great and you love me so much, but I can't just let us take such a decision right away. And all just because…because I don't know how to live on my own. Because I can't let go of my attachment to the past. I don't want you to bend over backwards to give me what you think I want. Or even what I think I want. Let's be together, only us… for a while longer, even if it's hard for me to adapt to the present," said Aioros, entwining their fingers. "And besides, we're not even married. How could we have a baby?"
Shura huffed and pulled his hands away from Aioros' hold. "You're right," he said.
"See? You're so passionate my love, you want to go so fast! Hahaha!"
Shura nodded, and knelt on one knee before him.
"Then, Aioros, please marry me. My life and duty belong to Athena. My right hand has been consecrated as her sword," he said, putting his right hand over his heart. Then he extended his left hand to Aioros. "But I offer you my left hand, and all the days and all the nights that are not claimed by Her. I offer you every part of me that is not for the gods to take."
Aioros froze, staring at Shura mouth open.
Then he tackled him onto the floor, kissing him anywhere his lips could reach. Shura felt tears running down Aioros' face and he pulled away to hold his face.
"Why are you crying?" he asked, thumbing Aioros' rosy lips. His fingers trembled and he could barely keep his voice steady from the excitement that had set his heart racing.
"I don't know. I…I'm just…happy. I'm so happy it's like- like my chest can't hold so much happiness, and I'm crying instead!" said Aioros, laughing. "Shura! I love you! I love you so much!"