Chapter 54: Comfort

"Okay, then how about Violet?" Serena asked Adam, glancing at him. The male seemed to ponder the name before giving her a shrug. "Is that a yes or a no?" she asked sarcastically, grinning slightly at him.

"Neither of the two. What about Ozea?"

Serena thought. It was a nice name and she was sure that it would suit at least one of the two babies.

"Sounds nice," she responded, leaning her head against his shoulder. The two were currently nestled up on the couch, Adam sitting on it while Serena sat on his lap with her legs dangling off to the side. One arm held her waist to keep her from falling while the other was resting on the bulge that was her stomach. She was already in the fifth month and she could feel the twins kicking more often now.

"It's the name of my sister."

Her head shot up and she looked at the melancholic look in his eyes. They were full of sadness and regret, but also love and tenderness. She reached her hand up and rested it on his cheek. The male glanced down at her at the contact and gave her a small smile in return. He appreciated the comfort she granted.

"I think it's perfect," Serena said.

A deep grumble and 'hmm' were her response and they both retired to their room soon. It was already dark outside, the clock reading 10:30 PM and both had to be up early tomorrow, though Ozpin had told them that it would be okay for Serena to take things slow. But the woman was not one to dally and had told the man that she would continue on working as long as possible.

Settling down next to her fiancé, Serena pulled the covers over herself and turned to the side. She was looking directly into Adam's face and couldn't help but try to memorize every line of it. Unconsciously, she reached out her hand and started to softly trace the lines of his nose, forefinger sweeping over his brows and down onto his eyelids.

"What are you doing?" came the quiet question, though his eyes remained closed.

"Memorizing."

He let her continue her ministrations, finger running along his strong jaw and over his soft lips that had kissed her so often. Her finger stilled when he gave it a gentle kiss, one eye opening to look at her. She could have sworn that they were glowing in the dark.

Traveling upwards, she ran her hand through his hair that, despite how spiky it looked, was soft to the touch and gently caressed one horn, then the other. From the first moment she had known him, she had loved him and the horns only made her love him more. They represented his personality so well, she thought: hard and cold, yet warm and soft if one looked closely enough.

She ran her hand through his hair a few times more and could see how relaxed he was. A thin line on his neck caught her attention and she let her hand wander to it to inspect more closely. It was a scar she realized, a thin line that was almost invisible on his light skin. She traced over it once, feeling him shudder at the cool feel of her finger, before she spotted another just above his left eye, running from the lid into his hairline.

"You have scars," she said, smacking herself afterwards. He knows he has them, no point in pointing them out, dumbass.

"I know."

"Where did you get them?" she asked curiously, eyes still fixed on the one that ran above his eye. Said eye opened and regarded her for a few seconds before he responded.

"Missions."

"I thought you were unbeatable," she lightly teased. The male grinned before scooting closer to her and laying his head atop her chest. "Adam?"

"Shh. Just let me stay like this for a while," he mumbled, his right hand settling atop her stomach. He did that a lot, she noticed. Probably without even noticing it himself. She found it sweet. She caught the glimpse of two bullet holes in his back, since he was wearing no shirt (it was awfully warm), and lightly traced her fingers around the edges of them. One was located n his left shoulder blade while the other was on his lower back. She wondered how many times he had almost been killed, but said nothing. It was in the past.

Silence reigned from then on and Serena enjoyed the weight of his head atop her chest, his hand gently rubbing her stomach and she could feel one of the babies kick in response. "Did you feel that?" he asked almost childishly, eyes looking at her with joy. She gave a soft laugh and told him that the baby said he liked it, prompting to continue his actions. Adam rolled his eyes once, knowing that she was joking about the last part, but complied nonetheless.

Soon, they were both off to sleep, Serena having grabbed hold of his hand and him still lying on her chest. It was a picture that would even make the Devil cry.

A/N: I do not own RWBY or its characters. I do, however, own my OC Serena and any other OCs that appear in this story.

I know that it's not long, but this is kind of a filler chapter and I wanted to get some more fluffy romance into this, before we move on to the big things. So I hope that you nevertheless enjoyed it.