Falling Home

"Autumn"

Drakken looked around the new vast yard of the new lair—house. He had to remind himself that despite the lab in the basement of their new suburban home... this was in fact... a house. He watched as his newly transplanted flowers wove around the property as if introducing themselves to the trees, hedges, and neighboring flower beds. He could easily stop the behavior but it was a new environment he too was curious about. He leaned against the rake he'd barely used and examined the falling autumn leaves still scattered. The chill wind in the air very different from their former Grecian lair.

This was...

He couldn't find the words. He'd spent so much of his life living in very chaotic and orchestrated lairs... even the mild homey feel of the last lair still hadn't effected him this way. There was no cliff edges, dark caves, underwater fortress... this was a large home in a good neighborhood, with nice schools, a three car garage, an elegant fence of hedges, and flowers draping to create something out of a storybook against the brick of the home. He had a vague recollection of in his youth thinking about homes like this that he would own... that he'd tossed away for world domination and isolation for decades.

Yet... he was here.

Staring at the pumpkins on the stoop, slowly beginning his leaf conquest, dressed in casual fall attire... his lab-coat now hung somewhere in a closet that had just been unpacked. He glared at the large yard and leaves, knowing he should have bought something to maintain it... as if on cue the flowers returned and began tending to the leaves with ease. Drakken smugly smirked as in mere moments all the leaves were gathered in a large multi-color pile.

"When you said you were going to do yard work... this is exactly what I expected," he heard a snort from the porch. Shego leaning against the post.

"Work smarter, not harder," he grinned. Shego raised a brow.

"Didn't know you to do either of those," she teased. Drakken rolled his eyes as she stepped off the porch, "Have the flowers harassed and wood all the plants yet?"

"Perhaps," sighed Drakken as he put the rake up against the hedge, "Finished nesting."

Shego rolled her eyes but he saw the tint to her cheeks at his words. She'd been at the home weeks prior to Drakken, who had been attending the last of his seminars solo. Shego unable to travel as easily as she wanted. He felt the flip of excitement in his stomach as his eyes glanced across Shego's abdomen, hidden by an over-sized and overpriced maternity coat. It would be long before their home would be filled with the sounds of the twins she carried. He'd made sure that he had nothing to distract him from helping after they came.

Shego leaned against him and he wrapped his arms high above her waist. Her head falling back to rest at the nape of his neck and take in the setting sun over their new home. They both basked in the silent moment before Shego spoke.

"You better not blow up our house," she sighed. Drakken chuckled.

"I promise. No explosive creations in the lab... designs and moderately small projects only," he rested his head on her shoulder and took in her scent, "Besides, your far too picky with houses. Took us six months to find this one."

"But it was worth it," he heard her breath. He glanced to see the soft smile on her lips before she groaned, "Uhg, I sound so domestic... its terrible."

"Sheila... we're about to be parents... it can only get more domestic from here," he hummed, "I mean if your worried... We can get some lasers- what are we doing?"

She'd pulled away and began pulling him across the lawn. He got no answer save to be shoved into the pile of leaves his flowers had cultivated. The slight crunch to a few older leaves overpowering the silence as he was engulfed in them. He wanted to yell about his leaves and what purpose she had for doing so, when he felt movement next to him. He looked to see Shego laying on her back in the leaves next to him. Her green eyes fixated upwards at the dim sky and watching the leaves fall back around them.

He felt a soft smile on his own lips as he found her hand in the leaves. She could complain and whine about their life becoming so domestic... they both could... but he knew neither of them would change even a second of this... and that it would only get better in a few months time. He watched as the leaves finished flurrying around her and to the house behind her head.

No matter where they went... lair... house... with Shego. He was always home.

*Apple doesn't sprout far*