Morning arose three days later and with Rago, surprisingly, woke up first, Dynamis' body resting against his chest. The twenty five year old smiled lightly as he stroked the fluffy spikes that grew out of the sleeper's scalp. Each little strand slipping though his fingers like silk, all forming into lovely clumps of hair. Twiddling them thought his fingers Rago laid in their bed, the covers blanketing their bodies.
It had been four months since he had been reborn and in those four months, everything he ever known had changed.
He had changed.
Being turned from a blood thirsty, destroyer of the world guy to a father and... It was all none by one man. Rago himself could not believe it. One person, a man at that, had transformed his entire attitude in only a couple of months. That struck the black son as something he didn't think about until now.
In technical terms he and Dynamis had only been together for... Five and a haft months, not even a year yet.
It hadn't been five years but five months, seeing that they weren't really together while he was away. Sighing the holder of Nemesis just brought the male closer, his arms wrapping around him protectively.
So frail...
So pure...
So innocent...
So beautiful...
And it was all his.
Rago let his hand slide down to Dynamis' stomach and gently stroked their baby's chambers. A smile grazed the black son's lips as he felt the lump. Yes, it was small but, it was there. Their little baby, their little one, and only five months to go.
Morning was kissed goodbye and noon was welcomed with open arms. It was after lunch and the couple were inside, both minding their own business. Dynamis was sitting on the couch reading while Rago was sitting in a wooden chair in the kitchen, staring out the window. Recently it had been getting colder out so the mist around the temple had grown thick, so thick that travel down the mountain would be hazardous. With the stock the Dynamis had bulked up over the last four weeks he said that they could live in the shrine for a full two months alone. Which, in Rago's mind, was a good thing. That meant no one could interrupt them.
"Hey Rago," He heard his lover call from the other room. "Could you come here for a second?" Raising an eyebrow the blackette rose and strolled into the adjacent room, he popped his head in.
"Yes?" He asked scanning the room that looked to be empty, seeing as Rago was confused Dynamis held up his arm to show where he was. Smiling the child of Nemesis walked over so he was behind the couch, leaning down he rested himself against the back of the piece of furniture. "What is it, love? Are you lonely?" Looking up big, blue eyes shined and the grey haired preggy nodded gently before sitting up and scooting over to make room for the blacky. Smirking Rago rounded the edge of the long seat and sat down next to him, gently he wrapped his arms around the smaller.
"I'm more tired than anything..." The greyette said snuggling closer and let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm so tired and our little one is so demanding, always wanting to be fed and what not but, feel this..." Taking Rago's large hand he placed it onto his stomach, pressing lightly.
"What is that?" A smile lined Dynamis' lips, he looked up to meet red eyes.
"THAT is out baby Rago, our little one." The twenty one year old let go of his lover's hand and snuggled closer, Rago just stared in thought. The watching man didn't move his hand, he pressed a tad bit more. He could feel it, that little lump that found it's home above Dynamis' abdomen.
It was like heaven on earth...
The holy grail...
A miracle...
It was all that he could have ever dreamed of...
"Rago, I have a question for you. What do you think we should name it?"