Chapter 23: Flirting and Regret

*INK'S P.O.V*

It had been a few weeks since we first brought PJ home and I was fully recovered from the labor, much to Error's delight.

"Error, stop that," I giggled, swatting at him for the umpteenth time that day, "I need to feed PJ." I kissed his cheek and pushed away his onslaught of kisses as I handed him our son.

"You can kiss him for now, I'll be right back." I assured, walking into the kitchen. He followed me with a playful pout.

"But he doesn't give me kisses like you do, Inky." He whined. I rolled my eyes and mixed some baby formula with water and heating it up in the microwave.

"Well he can learn." I teased, poking his cheek. He chuckled warmly and sat down on the stool, cradling PJ delicately. I smiled and winked at him, making a silent promise to him that I'd shower him with affection at a later time as I walked over to the microwave and pulled out the semi-warm bottle. When I turned back around, Error was smirking at me and wriggling his eyebrows. I snorted out a laugh and fought back a blush.

"Oh stop it! We have a baby to feed." I laughed, taking PJ from him and holding him close to my chest, nudging the bottle against his mouth. PJ squeaked lazily and grabbed onto the bottle with his hands, his eyes half closed while he contentedly ate his bottle. I smiled warmly at him and sat down next to Error, nuzzling into his neck. He hummed softly in content and wrapped an arm around me, resting his head on mine. I nuzzled into him and he let out a deep hum.

"How the hell did we get here?" He asked softly, squeezing my side. I closed my eyes and smiled.

"Well…. You saved me from the corruption and nursed me back to health. Then we decided to become friends and stop fighting. Then we became so much more." I whispered. He kissed my forehead and spoke in a hushed tone.

"We had our first date, our first kiss…" He whispered back, a smirk slowly growing on his face. I felt my cheeks heat up and I looked away. He bent down and took the opportunity to nip at my neck.

"And then we had a wonderful first time if you know what I mean…" He purred. I shook him off and bit my lower lip, a heat rising in my cheeks.

"I know very well what you mean." I whispered, a smile playing on my lips. He chuckled and pulled me closer.

"I thought you might. After all, we conceived a child from it." He whispered, setting his hand on PJ's head. He cooed under his father's touch and let the now empty bottle fall from his hands. I smiled and kissed his cheek gently.

"And then you asked me to marry you…. And we got married…" I whispered back, not daring to break the tenderness of this moment. He smiled and leaned in slightly.

"Yeah, we did. I've been with you ever since." He said softly. I smiled and leaned in to meet him, nuzzling our noses together gently.

"Yes, you have. We've been together trying to hold our family together as well as fend off that cursed corruption."

*ERROR'S P.O.V*

I saw his brows knit together in frustration when he brought up the corruption, which usually happened every so often. I leaned in and pressed a tender kiss on his cheek, tilting his head up to face me.

"Hey, the corruption's been backing off lately, you know that." I reminded. He sighed and looked down, absentmindedly stroking PJ's cheek. He had been so tense over the past few weeks. One time while he was pregnant, the corruption thought it'd be funny to take over Freshtale. Fresh was alright since he came to us to bother Ink and I but his world was still broken. I know Ink is still bothered about it.

"Ink…. There was nothing you could do to save Freshtale." I whispered. He looked up at me and frowned, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

"I know…. That's why I feel so awful." He choked out. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight. He leaned into my hold and sniffed quietly. I ran my hand down his spine and

gently shushed him. He sniffed and curled into my touch.

"I want to help him, Error." He whispered softly. I sighed and pressed soft kisses on his forehead.

"Shhh… I know you do." I whispered back. PJ squeaked softly and started to whine softly. Ink said nothing but gently set PJ in the crook of her neck, patting his back gently and humming a soft tune to him to calm him down. I watched my husband and child with care, sighing to myself.

"It'll be alright, Ink." I assured. He nodded and rested against me.

"I know."

Wow, this was a short-ass chapter. But oh well, exam week am I right?

Thanks for waiting! I hope you enjoyed!

Stay Wicked!