I'm spoiling you with so many updates. I can't figure out if that's a good or bad thing. It's MaxMariam so there has to be some good at least.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.
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Lovely Luck
It was another sleepless night for Max, his thoughts keeping him awake more than anything.
He couldn't believe how lucky he was as he watched the steady rise and fall of the slight body as it breathed, reveling in the magic of the cherished moment. From his position by the window he admired the sheet covered figure and how tranquil the atmosphere of the room was in comparison to the storm raging outside that threw raindrops against the windowpane spontaneously and furiously.
By the wavering light of the moon he examined the features he already knew perfectly well. The fine, sea blue hair lay gingerly over the rosy apple of the peaceful face's cheek like an ocean swell. Beneath heavy, ivory eyelids, he knew there were gorgeous stained glass eyes that could brighten up his day with a single glance. The plump, magenta lips that must have been shaped by an angel's well-practiced fingers were parted in their slumber. He knew from experience that, if he was caught spying, they'd upturn into a tender smile. The whole scene created the illusion of a porcelain doll, unable to be shattered by the wind and rain, or any force nature knew.
Out of the corner of his eye, Max caught a small movement. Mariam, who had woken to find him gone, was leaning against the door frame, watching him. Upon being discovered she strolled the length of the room to snuggle into her husband's waiting arms.
"He's beautiful, isn't he?" she whispered, a smile decorating her face.
He nodded. Both his and Mariam's eyes trained themselves onto their two year-old boy curled beneath the covers.
"We're lucky."
Mariam agreed and kissed Max's cheek lovingly.
A/N: I think it's cute, but it's not my opinion that matters.
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