***Hello, everyone! I just came back from a convention where I saw people in awesome Soul Eater cosplays, and I wrote this. Sorry if it's OOC, but I'm learning. I don't own Crona or Death the Kid, but I do own Tristan, and let's go!
Death the Kid approached the hospital nursery late in the evening.
"Can I see your wristband?" the nurse at the door asked. After Kid showed the red paper wristband wristband he'd been given earlier, he was let in.
Lying in a bassinet in the second row of newborns was his son. Born early in the morning, and taken for observation in the afternoon, to be returned whenever Crona woke up.
Tristan Miles Death.
Kid carefully laid his hand on his son, where he was bundled up snugly and watching this new world with soft, lavender eyes. Kid used two fingers to brush aside some of the black hair that poke out from beneath the hat the hospital staff had given him. Earlier, Kid had seen a streak of pale pink in the left side of his son's hair-Tristan's first Sanzu line beginning to grow. As he got older and his head got longer, more would be visible. He was more Grim Reaper than witch.
"If you sit down, I can bring him to you. It's a bit less daunting to be sitting when you hold your first. I remember how it feels," the nurse who'd let him in said.
Kid nodded, going to the rocking chair in the corner of the room. The nurse gave him the small bundle of blankets, and he cradled his son to his chest. Dark, sleepy eyes looked up at him. "You can rest," he murmured, "I'm here. I'll keep you safe."
That was true, and Kid had known that from the second Tristan had been born. There had been controversy ever since Kid had gotten together with Crona, only growing with each milestone their relationship hit. The son of the Grim Reaper and the daughter of a witch being in a relationship went against just about everything Death City stood for. The talk that went around about them had nearly made Crona crumble beneath the pressure.
However, Kid was quick to reassure her. Nothing mattered besides how they felt about one another. People could say whatever they wanted-at the end of the day, it was a matter that concerned them, and them only.
So, they'd stayed together through high school, getting married when they were both twenty-four. Now, they had Tristan. Tangible evidence of their love for one another was sleeping in Kid's arms. And he would protect him with his life.
The nurse's pager went off, and she entered the new father's bubble. "Your wife's awake, sir. And she wants to your son," she said. Kid rose from the rocking chair, Tristan secure against his chest.
"I can carry him there, right?"
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"I'm bored, Crona!"
"I know, Ragnorok."
"And I'm hungry!"
"I couldn't eat while I was in labor. I probably would've thrown up more."
"You could've gotten the reaper to at least bring me a snack. Where is he, anyways?"
Crona signed. Her weapon was still as talkative as ever after all this time. At least he'd stayed quiet during the birth. She definitely wouldn't have been able to deal with him then. "Probably with Tristan. Dr. Kaya said that she'd paged for him to be brought back here when she visited me after I woke up," she said. "When you should have asked for food!" Ragnorok corrected, small fists hitting his meister on the head.
"Let Crona relax, Ragnorok. She just woke up." The third voice to the conversation was Kid, supporting a small bundle.
"I'm going back before you two get all mushy again," Ragnorok decided before retreating into Crona's back.
"Is he healthy? The doctor said he had to be observed, right?" she asked. Kid gave Tristan to his mother, then sat in a chair by the bed. "Perfectly healthy. The nurse told me so herself," he said.
Crona fell silent as she cradled her son. "...does he have the b-black blood?" she asked, voice small. That was one of her main concerns throughout her pregnancy; not wanting the results of Medusa's experiments to affect her child.
"Not a trace of it. He's more reaper than witch, but your child nonetheless. After all, only you could bring a child into this world more beautiful than perfect symmetry," Kid said.
Crona smiled until Tristan began to cry. "He turned his head like that before I fed him earlier, right? That's how I deal with this, the same way?" she asked, voice barely heard over the crying. "It stands to reason," Kid agreed. He held Tristan until Crona had partially undone her hospital gown, then stood by the bed as he nursed.
After a few minutes of nursing and being burped, Tristan let out a soft sigh that brought smiles to both of his parents' faces.
"Is everyone coming by tomorrow?" Crona asked. "Likely. I called everyone after you fell asleep to share the wonderful news," Kid said.
He smiled as Crona settled back into the pillows, Tristan nestled up in her arms. The perfect image of a new mother. The mother that Crona had been denied, and Kid had lost at birth. The reaper took out his phone and took a picture.
After hearing the click of the device, Crona looked over. "Why did you take a picture?" she asked. "I apologize, but you and Tristan made for a perfect picture, and I wanted to remember it," Kid said.
He kissed Crona's cheek, resting one arm around her and one around around Tristan. An even number of people to love with all of his being. "I love both of you," he said.
"I love you too. And so does Tristan," Crona said. She paused briefly. "I think so."
Kid smiled. "I think so too."
***I know that Kid doesn't canonically have a mom, but I have my own headcanons. If anyone wants any more to follow this up (the birth, Tristan when he's older, or any other Kid x Crona fluff), then PM me. Be sure to leave a review on the way out, and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!
