"Make yourself at home!" Red examined the small room that he had just walked into, definitely an old person's home. The walls were lined with ancient writings and god knows how old scrolls. The furniture was wooden and looked fragile, Rago was slightly concerned to sit on it.

"Rago," Dynamis asked gently and innocently. "Aren't you going to sit down?" Snapping out of his thoughts the black son sat down on the chair beside the greyette's, it creaked greatly at probably the most weigh it's ever held.

"Would you like some tea?" Rago shook his head and father Mars sighed before handing Dynamis a cup. "So, I heard you two caused a bit of suspicion? How far along are you?" Tan lips formed a smile.

"I'm a little over five months." The child of Nemesis watched in major confusion as the two grey haired men chatted like teenage girls, what was going on? "Is something wrong, Rago?" Blinking he looked over to the preggy's worried face.

"Who... Is he?" The question caused the two to laugh, this only made his confusion worse.

"I'm sorry, Rago. I forgot to introduce you him, didn't I?" setting his cup of tea down Dynamis held out his hand to the older gentlemen, the smile never leaving his face. "This is father Mars, he runs the orphanage i was left at as a child. he practically raised me until I was taken to the shrine, he's like the mother and the father I never had." Realization dawned on Rago, so this was the caretaker of his greyette...

"So, you're the father of my baby's baby? Rago, was it?" The black son gave a single nod. "Good, are you treating him well? I don't want an abused grandchild or an equally abused Dynamis."

"I would never hurt Dynamis, I will protect him. Him and the baby." Father Mars smiled before taking another sip of his tea.

"Another good for you. I don't want my boy with some sex crazed lunatic."

"Father Mars!" The youngest of the group squeaked out with a deep blush, embarrassed by the older. The orphanage owner chuckled as the uke snuggled into his chair and sipped his tea.

"I'm only looking out for you, dear. You know quite well that there are some ruthless, monstrous people out there." Another blush rippled over tan cheeks and the preggy just sipped his tea some more, avoiding eye contact. A smirk lined white, wrinkled lips, he set his cup down. "So, when are you two getting married?" The couple's eyes went wide and Dynamis began coughing harshly as his drink went down the wrong pipe, Rago instantly reached over and rubbed his lover's back to help.

"M-Marriage?!" The guardian choked out as he calmed down. "W-Why marriage of all things?" Father Mars raised a bushy, grey eyebrow in question.

"Why not? Don't you two want to get married?" At this Dynamis and Rago looked at each other, the younger blushed again.

"Well..." Looking down at the wood floor he tucked his hands in his lap, his smile faded. "We've never... Considered marriage before... I didn't think we could because we're both... Male..."

"Nonsense!" The old man exclaimed throwing his hands up into the sky, this surprised both of the guests. "Dynamis, you know fully well that the laws of the bigger cities do not apply here! Sure, marriage between two men has never been done before in the village, but hey! There's a first time for everything!"

"Really, you wouldn't mind?"

"Oh no, child!" The elder chirped happily. "You know how much I love kids and weddings! So, what do you think?" The two upcoming parents looked at each other, there eyes speaking for them.

"It sounds like a glorious idea, father Mares, but we... Rago and I would like to wait a little bit more... At least until the baby is born." Father Mars's smile faded at that and he looked down, disappointed by the answer. "You're not upset, are you?" Shaking his head the man sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Of course not," He answered before standing and taking the empty cups back to the kitchen, he continued to talk. "I'm just a bit... Surprised, that's all. You two are so lovey dovey I thought you would."

"I don't think you understand what we're going though. With all the said stress and what not I don't see how we could even think about having a wedding at a time like this... I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Coming back into the room father Mars walked up and took Dynamis's hands. "You have so much life to live for... It's perfectly understandable and besides, stress is bad for a developing baby. May I?" Giving a soft smile Dynamis nodded and watched as the person who raised him placed his hand on his clothed stomach, he felt a kick. "It's kicking... Nice, strong kicking. You have a healthy pup on your hands, you should be proud."

"I am, I really am."

Rago watched as the two bonded over the baby, he couldn't help but smile. His smile, the way he talked, the blush that coated his cheeks when embarrassed, he loved it all. He really was blessed with an angel, a god, an untouched jewel.

"Oh goodness, look at the sky," He heard the elder say as he inched toward the window, Dynamis beside him. "You two should get going if you don't want to get caught in that storm." Turning Dynamis hugged father Mars before motioning to Rago.

"Come along," he said with upturned lips, he took the others hand before leaving the home. "Bye father Mars!"

"Goodbye dear! Be careful!"

"We will!" Walking down the trail to the shrine the storm clouds followed, thankfully there were miles away.

"You were really quiet back there," Dynamis teased as he snuggled closer to his handsome hunk, arms wrapped around his. "Why was that?" The blackette sighed at the question.

"With all the shit that's happened today words aren't needed, but about that marriage idea. I liked that." Dynamis smiled to himself.

"Yeah, that would be nice... We should also talk to Hades soon, maybe look into how your powers work."

"You thought about that too?" The greyette nodded.

"Yes, I did. I was a little shocked when you made that wisp, it was quite incredible. maybe you can do more, create things even." Rago shrugged as they closed in on the stairs.

"it would be something wouldn't it? To create something out of nothing."

"Rago, wou've already done that. You made a child out of nothing, that's more than enough."

"You think?"

"I know."