"Are you going to go back to work?" Historia asked, watching Ymir hold their son. Krista was three years old and starting to pick up fast on words.
"Brubby? Hello, Brubby," Krista whispered to the sleeping baby.
It had been nearly six weeks since their little son Farlan was born. He was a good child—didn't cry and often glanced around. Historia remembered the first few months with Krista who fussed often unless she was held all the time.
Ymir kept nursing him, tired, and a bit drained.
"I don't know," she said, stroking back the puff of blonde hair at the top of his head.
Historia didn't question her further as she saw their son pull away slightly, yawning and nuzzling up to her.
"He's so small," Ymir told her and Historia could hear the softness, the frailty, and the fear every mother got when someone suggested leaving their child alone.
Historia sat at the edge of the bed and helped Krista onto it.
"You don't have to go back if you don't want to," Historia told her and Ymir's eyes went up, surprised a little.
Certainly, Ymir did earn a paycheck but unconventional ways and running to and fro around the city, but it was hardly anything compared to Historia's earnings. Ymir refused to let Historia care for her when they got together, insisting she'd pay for whatever she could and not let her now-wife be the only one working.
She didn't want to leech off of her, but now… She wasn't so certain of leaving almost all day every day to be away from Farlan and Krista.
Krista did very well at daycare but she knew sometimes the kids weren't as kind to her, because they often overheard parents talk ill of two women together.
It wasn't Krista's fault she was born out of love and into a good family. It was only ignorance's fault for the others.
"But, Historia…" she didn't want to be the image of a homemaker. She only wanted to be there for her children—be there in ways her parents never were.
"I don't mind it, Ymir… I know you mean well. I know you worked hard to try and come up even with me in paying bills, student loans, and all that… You did wonderful and can still if you want, but if you decide you want to stay home with our kids… that's fine, too. That's a big responsibility and it's a twenty four hour job than eight." Historia reasoned for her wife.
Farlan began to fuss a little and Ymir helped guide him back to feed. He was quiet once more.
"You are a good mother… I never thought you'd want to carry or have a second child…" Historia's smile was soft as she leaned over, kissing Ymir's cheek.
"Neither did I…" Ymir agreed, returning a kiss on the lips. Krista crawled over carefully, knowing best not to startle the baby.
"Mum," she tapped her lips and Ymir gave her a kiss, too.
Historia basked in the parental love at seeing her wife and kids.
"I find it a little funny, though," Historia glanced between Farlan and Krista, "they all have my blonde hair, blue eyes, and lighter skin."
"I'm not," Ymir stared at Krista with a slow smile, "have you seen how close you look like your mother? She has strong genes that passed to you. No doubt you would, too."
"Ha, I suppose so. Didn't see it as that way," Historia shook her head, "I wish they had freckles and looked a bit more like you… I want a little mini-Ymir, too."
"Oh," Ymir playfully groaned, "we do not need to think of another kid. Two right now is a handful."
"Right now?"
"Yeah…right now…"
Historia gave her wife another kiss, understanding that a third child was still up in the air. If Historia could have it her way she'd want fifty children, but Ymir was the pragmatic of the two and insisted on reasonable numbers.
"How about we shoot for ten?"
Ymir rolled her eyes.
"I highly doubt it."
"Brubbies! Sissies!" Krista joined the bargaining and Ymir shook her head.
"Jeez, you two plan to make a Baby factory out of me."
"More!" Krista begged.
"Maybe one more." Ymir sighed and received a face-full of kisses from her eldest.
"Maybe," Historia agreed, nuzzling her face into her wife's hair.
It was only a few minutes before Ymir spoke up again.
"…I want to stay home with the kids…if that's ok…"
"I would love that, Ymir."
And they sealed the agreement with a kiss.