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Always one to use her new name, Y/N Chase finished her book and sent it off to her publishers a week after Percy died. This would be Taylor Savage's last book. From now on, she was planning on writing children's books under her own name. She wanted to make novels that she could read to her kid.
The rest of the 2nd month of her pregnancy went swimmingly. The couple made it to the first ultrasound without issue. Adrian could barely contain his excitement as they got dressed that morning. "I read on the Internet that he's the size of a large orange," he announced as he pulled his shirt on. "That's around 10 cm, which is kind of crazy to me."
She was in the process of trying to get her jeans done up but couldn't. "Looks like it's joggers for me," she quipped. His face beamed with glee as he threw a pair of his sweatpants at her. This was actually happening. It was evident in her body that he was actually going to be a father. The bump was clear for anyone to see.
"Stop staring at me," she playfully warned as she looked around the room for her shoes. Where the actual fuck were they?
"Stop being so sexy then," he retorted, immediately finding them and placing them in front of her. "Seriously, what would you do without me?"
Jokingly, she admitted, "I'd probably be in the mob," and that was 100% true.
Once they were done getting ready, Adrian drove them to the doctors. It seemed like no time had passed when they got into the sonographer's room for the dating scan. It was like watching a strange TV. Their baby was projected on the screen as Dr Balls (a name which both of them found incredibly funny but managed to keep in their laughter) slid the transducer across Y/N's stomach.
"That's the baby?" Adrian asked, unsure of what he was supposed to be looking at. "That blob?"
"Yes, that little blob is Chase Jr."
"Fucking sick."
After that day, Adrian kept a photo of their 'little blob' in his wallet and never took it out.
When they got home, she slumped on the sofa and waited for him to get ready for work. But he didn't. He just sat down next to her and turned the TV on. "Doesn't your shift start in half an hour?"
"Shit. I forgot to tell you," he began as he pulled her legs onto his lap so she'd be more comfortable. It slipped his mind. "I quit."
"What?" That came out harsher than she'd meant it too. "Why... why did you do that?"
"I think you know why," he shrugged. She did. She loved his dedication, but she didn't want to feel like a burden to him. He would get seriously bored gazing at her as she wrote. It wasn't a fun job to watch.
Bringing her hand to the nape of his neck and gently twirling his hair around her finger, she gave him a look that essentially said, 'you know what to do.' So he replied with, "I'll find another job."
That was easier than she expected. She had assumed that he'd need more convincing than that. Maybe he knew that he'd become restless without anything to do. He promised to only do his Vigilante shit on the weekends (she said he could continue as normal, but he insisted), so that left the rest of the week completely wide open in his schedule.
As the weeks passed, Y/N got more and more bulbous. Adrian found it incredibly cute when her tops no longer fit over the bump and her belly poked out of the bottom. It did make him smile every time.
"Ade, I've got to get new clothes," she complained and tried to find her bag. "I'm going to be the size of a whale."
"Just wear mine," he replied. She had been wearing his and they were becoming too small.
Pointing to the shirt she was wearing, she retorted, "I am." At this point, he couldn't tell the difference between their clothes.
On his first day at his new job, which was as a self-defence instructor, he had accidentally put a pair of her panties on instead of his boxers. Luckily, nobody else found out, but he thought it was hilarious, and when he came back home and told her, she did too.
Her appetite was becoming weird too, and he tried to eat whatever she was craving, but some of them were downright disgusting. "Here are your flaming hot cheetos," he said, handing the packet over to her. "And here is your dipping sauce, you absolute freak." It was yoghurt. She had found out that her cravings were quenched by soggy fermented milk-covered cheetos.
To her, it tasted like ambrosia, so she didn't really care that much that it was an odd combo. She dipped a chip into the yoghurt and held it out to her husband. "Wanna try?"
Adrian took a deep breath and decided to open his mouth to try it. He was surprised when it wasn't actually that bad and let her feed him more. Some of the yoghurt dropped down his chin, so she licked it off for him.
"That turned me on. I'm happy to admit that," he announced. She stopped him from kissing her, as she was too busy eating, but the rest of their evening was spent laughing and talking about their plans for the future.
About 28 weeks in, as Adrian was brushing his teeth, he heard Y/N call his name. He rushed in to find her with a huge grin on her face. "Come here," she beckoned. He went over to her, curious to find out what she wanted.
Gently, she took his hands and placed them in the area where she had felt the kicking. She looked up at him and said, "Megatron is really fucking active tonight."
He had never felt it before. Their little life was a rowdy motherfucker. He grinned like an idiot as he felt the little jabs in his hand. "I think that one was a sweeping crane kick," he joked. "You're a fighting menace, just like your father."
She reached out and wiped some toothpaste from his mouth, then replied, "Let's hope you're not as messy as your father."
Pulling her into his arms, he jovially argued, "I'm the messy one? Which one of us has a hard time finding her shit?"
"That's a good point," she laughed. "Sorry about that."
Adrian didn't care. He was used to it by now. But, he still said, "Kiss me and I might forgive you."
"Using my own lines against me, that's a low blow, Mr Chase," she teased as she placed her arms around his shoulders.
"And I'm not half as good at blowing as you are, Mrs Chase," he replied, just before he leant towards her and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, which only stopped because Adrian felt a small poke. "I guess he wants me to stop attacking you with my mouth."
"Only you could make kissing sound violent."
Chuckling, he proudly announced, "I am one of a kind."
One night, as they were in bed, he smushed his face into her neck and softly began pressing his lips to her skin, making a series of light kisses to every sensitive point in her ear, down her collarbone, over her heart and finally to her lips. She moaned a little as his breath moved over her before he gently bit her lower lip.
She was going to let him continue but suddenly felt a slight popping sensation and placed her hand on his cheek to stop him. "Adrian, does your leg feel wet?"
Now that she mentioned it, it did. He hadn't noticed. He nodded. What was going on? Looking him dead in the eyes, she explained, "I think my water just broke." That makes sense. She had been feeling contraction-like sensations for the past couple of hours but brushed them off as mental symptoms that were trying to make her anxious.
"Holy shit," he whispered, before kissing her more madly. He took this opportunity to joke, "Fuck, this is the wettest you've ever been for me."
"That's not funny," she said, unable to hide her grin.
Pushing himself up, he rushed out of bed and looked for his phone to call the midwife. She couldn't help but find it funny that he was in his underwear with a very obvious boner, hysterically throwing clothes around the room to find his phone. He found it on the floor and saw that the screen was broken to pieces since he had chucked it off the bed. "Holy shit, it's fucked! What the fuck is going on?"
She heard the panic in his voice and soothed, "Hey, hey, just use mine."
"How are you so calm? You are in labour!" he asked, his voice getting so high.
That was a good question. Maybe it was because her water breaking just felt like she had peed and the painful contractions hadn't started yet. Maybe it was because her panicking would cause his reaction to get more extreme, and that is the last thing they needed. "Listen to me. I will call Abigale. You sit down and take some breaths," she reassured him.
Doing as she said, he flopped face first onto the bed and tried to calm himself down as she spoke on the phone. "Hi, Abi. I just want to let you know that my water just broke," she greeted down the phone, her hand finding its way to Adrian's head so she could scratch his head to help ease him.
Abigale explained what to do next, then cheerfully enquired, "How's Adrian reacting?"
"He's having a hard time breathing," Y/N joked. Adrian looked up, his eyes full of hope and fear, and gave her a thumbs-up to indicate that he was okay.
"Least he's conscious enough to drive you here," Abi retorted with a laugh. "Make sure to get here when the contractions get closer together."
With that, she hung up and tried to help her husband calm down. With a chuckle, she began to carefully massage his shoulders and back, which helped him breathe a little better. "Fuck," he said when he had himself together. "This should be the other way around."
"Just wait for my real contractions to start," she explained, wiping some sweaty curls off his forehead. "This is nothing compared to what I'll be like."
In a serious tone, he replied, "I'm scared."
"I'm not," she said, giving him a reassuring smile. "You're going to do great. The best, actually. We've faced worse than a baby."
That got a laugh out of him. "I don't even have to do anything. You're the one who has to push the little blob out." He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against his chest, then warned, "Don't kiss me. My boner just went down and I don't want to have to deal with the whole contraction thing whilst being rock hard."
Luckily for him, two hours later when her contractions finally started to become more frequent as she was in the transitional phase, he didn't have an erection and was fully ready (well, as ready as he could be) to deal with them.
They made it to the hospital without much hassle. While he drove, he took her hand and reminded her, "Deep breaths. Take deep breaths."
"I know how to fucking breathe!" She yelled back. He didn't take his gaze off the road as she squeezed his hand when the sensations became painful. "Fuck. Should've let you cum literally anywhere else."
"I think I've cum on every part of your body so that argument is kind of invalid," he stated back then and wished he'd never said anything when he glanced over at the glare she was giving him.
They made it inside and were ushered into a delivery room. It was quickly becoming apparent that it was pushing time. And fuck, did it hurt. For Y/N and Adrian, as she was clamping down hard on his hand. "You're so sweaty," he pointed out, his voice a rasp, then joked in the hope of making her laugh, "It looks really sexy. It gives you a 'just hopped off splash mountain and now I've got to fight a Xenomorph' look."
It did make her laugh. "Shut the fuck up," she chuckled out. The midwives also seemed to find the interaction humorous, as they couldn't help but smile at the couple.
Everything went to plan until the doctor told Adrian that the baby was crowning and he took a peek. His eyes went wide, then rolled to the back of his head as he passed out in his seat at the sight. Clearly, the nurses were used to this, as they continued as if this were normal. Y/N couldn't help but laugh at him. This guy had murdered a countless number of people and wasn't squeamish in the slightest but passed out when she was the one in pain. It was actually quite sweet. He quickly woke up and started encouraging her again.
The midwives got to work, and after about 80 minutes of pushing, Y/N found herself with a whiny little baby boy in her arms. Their little guy looked like an alien: he was all red and blotchy and weird-looking. Still, she loved him instantly.
"Hey, little blob," she cooed and tilted him so his father could see him. Adrian hesitantly went to brush his son's cheek, but the baby held on to his finger and tried to put it in his mouth. "You don't want to eat Daddy's finger, do you?"
One of the nurses offered Adrian a pair of surgical scissors and asked, "Do you want to cut the cord or are you going to pass out again?"
"I'll do it," he mumbled, a bit miffed that he was being teased about that. He was still shaky but quickly got over it as he snipped the cord. That was easy.
Soon all of the palaver was over, and Y/N finally got the chance to sleep. That meant Adrian was left with the little blob in his arms and a big grin on his face. "Hi, Megatron," he greeted plainly. The child stared wildly up at him and began giggling. "Shhh, your mummy is sleeping."
Holding his son, he decided to lift him by placing his hands under the baby's armpits and raising them slightly higher than his head and began to sing, "Ahh zabenya, I don't know the words to this song." He glanced over at the nurse. "Do you?"
"No, I don't speak Zulu," she replied, raising a brow at him before she went back to the task at hand. He didn't even know the Circle of Life was another language; he just thought they were chanting nonsense. "Be careful with his head."
It was at that moment that the baby began to cry, and Adrian had no fucking clue what to do. He just assumed that if you had a child, then you just instinctively gained a clue of what to do, so he looked over at the nurse and asked, "How do I stop this?"
"I don't think you can," she explained, then moved to wake Y/N up. "He's hungry."
"Oh," was all he could say as he looked down at his son. He was so clueless that he handed the baby over to Y/N so she could feed him. He joked that, "Ah, he's just like me," when he saw Y/N breastfeeding. She jovially chucked the pillow behind her at him.
He couldn't help but smile at her as he watched as she cradled his son and softly hummed to him. He was mesmerised, enthralled in a way he didn't think was possible.
Y/N spoke to the nurse for a bit and inquired, "We haven't thought of a name yet-"
"We have. It's Megatron."
She shook her head and ignored his comment. "We haven't thought of a good name yet. Got any ideas?" She questioned, looking over at him.
The nurse examined the baby and came to the conclusion, "Looks like a Dorian to me."
"Dorian?" Y/N queried. That could work. "Dorian Chase?"
Adrian liked that. It made sense to him. She seemed to like it too, as she beamed at him. Yes, he thought he had himself a winner. Obviously, Megatron was choice #1 but Dorian was a close #2. "It'll do," he teased before kissing Y/N on the forehead.
A day later, they were back in the privacy of their own home. Dorian was a bit fussy and giggled a lot, but he was happy and that was all that mattered.
The trio were all cuddled up on the couch when Chris knocked on the door and entered without being invited in. Y/N lifted her head off Adrian's chest and called out, "Hey, Pissmaker," which caused Dorian to start laughing. He seemed to laugh at everything.
Chris had brought them some food from Fennel Fields, which was greatly appreciated because neither of them wanted to cook, and a present for his godson. It was a small eagle plushie. A soft mini Eagly. "He can't meet Eagly for a while because he will bite his hand off, so I thought I'd make it so he could," Chris explained as he set the toy in the child's hands.
The baby immediately tried to put it in his mouth, getting it all slobbery. Adrian watched with amusement as the attempt to swallow the plushie resulted in a huge mess. "I think he likes it."
"Want to hold him?"
"My doctor said that my hands are so strong that I'm not allowed to hold babies," Chris lied. He had no idea why he was reluctant to hold the baby. The kid looked normal. It definitely wasn't a butt baby.
"Your doctor said that?" Y/N asked, completely seeing through his fib and picking Dorian off Adrian's chest to place in Chris's arms. The little blob stared up at Chris, then puked all over his shirt.
Chuckling, Chris wiped down his shirt and handed the kid to Adrian so he could clean him up. "Ah, the kid's smart," Adrian joked.
Peacemaker left them when Dorian started to get hungry. He bid them farewell and left with a grin on his face. He had to admit that he had a fondness for that weird little tyke.
"That is another thing that I love about this," Adrian declared. "Breastfeeding means that you constantly have to get your tits out."
"I know, right?" she agreed. She was beaming like a fool and couldn't resist bringing him in for a kiss. "Want to put him to bed?"
"Fuck yes," he replied, scooping Dorian up and taking him to his crib. He remembered the difficulty he had building that fucking thing, but it was all worth it. He placed Dorian in the crib and gently kissed him on the head before closing the door.
Over the next few months, it wasn't odd to find Adrian and Dorian sat next to each other having an incoherent conversation. "I agree with that, Dory," Adrian began, wiggling the little one's arms. "It's true that they're your enemies. I agree that dolphins can be a little scary sometimes."
Dorian babbled in response as if he understood what was being said, so Adrian responded, "You are totally right, my boy. It is the blowhole that is the off-putting part. Like, what are they hiding in there?"
Y/N knew what he was about to ask. "Before you ask, gay dolphins do not have sex through the blowhole," she said as she walked in from her nap and took a seat next to her boys.
As soon as she sat down, Adrian got up and rushed to the bedroom. "What is your daddy doing?" She asked Dorian, who just made a silly sound back. "Uh-uh, he is a strange guy. You've hit the nail on the head with that one, blob."
He arrived back with a present in his hands and handed it to his wife. "I got this for you," he said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Why?"
Had she forgotten? "It's your birthday, baby." The look on her face made it clear that she had no idea what day it was. She was too busy to keep up with meaningless shit like that. Adrian watched as she opened his gift and held it out in front of her.
Repaired back to its former glory, she examined David's watch. It looked like it always used to. She had decided to take it off during her pregnancy, and that gave Adrian the perfect time to send it off to be mended. He was a total fucking genius.
A huge grin spread across her face, and she ran her fingers over the face of the watch. Before he could ask if she liked it or not, she pulled him in for a snog. "I love you," she said when she let him go.
"Back atcha," he replied. "I also got you one of those electronic typewriters, but it hasn't arrived yet. So... did I do good?"
"What do you think, Dory? Did your pa do good?" The baby excitedly clapped his hands together. "I think that's a yes."
"That's definitely a yes," Adrian retorted and placed his arm around his wife's shoulders. "I can't help being the best husband and father ever created. It's just what I do. I'm the best."
Where the hell did that confidence come from? She liked it nonetheless. It was very sexy. "Since it's my birthday, how do you feel about Dory going to bed early so I can show you how much I loved your gifts?" She asked, tracing her fingers across his bicep.
"God, yes," he replied, pulling her in for another kiss, which was stopped quickly when Dory made it very apparent that he needed his nappy changed. Adrian was on the case. He'd admit he'd seen some fucked-up shit in his life, but nothing was as daunting as nappies. "We'll continue this later. I have to take care of my main man."
As they walked out of the room, Dorian was babbling incredibly loudly, so Y/N joked, "What a turd," under her breath.
Arguing wasn't something the pair did often, but they never seemed to agree on the development of their baby. Adrian was always overprotective and never wanted them to try to encourage little Dory to do anything that he thought was unreasonable. "Ade, he won't learn unless we teach him," she stated, holding Dory by the armpits so he could stand, his little legs instinctively moving.
Letting out a sigh, Adrian replied, "Literally every piece of advice says it is too early."
"He'll be six months old in four days. He's a sturdy enough boy to try," she explained. His concern was sweet, but Dorian seemed to be a pretty fast learner.
"Maybe, but I'd rather not take that risk," Adrian replied and watched as his son's eyes widened before he dropped his butt on the floor to crawl towards his dad, who bent down and scooped him up into his arms. Y/N couldn't help but smile at the sight of her two dashing, adorable little dum-dums.
After making funny faces for a while, Adrian looked at his watch. He said, "Sorry, bud, I've got to go to work," and placed Dory back on the ground. It didn't faze the little tyke, who got up on his feet without assistance and walked to grasp onto Adrian's trouser leg.
"Do not say I told you so," he playfully warned his wife as she had a shit-eating grin plastered on her face.
"Wouldn't dream of it," she teased whilst getting up to give him a goodbye kiss. She lifted the little blob up and waved his hand as Adrian left for his shift.
Life carried on like that for a while. Each day, Dorian got more developed and talkative. His first word was "Cunt", which they found very funny. Chris had made it his mission to teach him how to say that and was overjoyed when he called Adrian it. He'd taught him a few other words, and Dorian's vocabulary of swears was increasing by the week.
As Y/N sang a lullaby to him one night, he burped and said, "Bitchface."
"You've spent too much time with Uncle Chris," she laughed, looking down at his sleepy green eyes. As he grew, it was clear who his parents were. He had Adrian's nose and eyes but Y/N's smile and hair. A perfect little mashup.
He was quick to fall asleep. Adebayo had brought her dogs around and he had been fascinated with them. He'd watched them for a long time, pointing with his chubby little ravioli hands, smiling and laughing when they licked his face.
Years passed and Adrian managed to convince Y/N to have another kid by swearing that he 'could feel it in his balls' that it was going to be a girl. Strangely, it was. She had no idea how the absolute fuck he did that.
Dorian was a little shit. He was mischievous and curious and stupid. There was no doubt that he was their child. Just as Adrian had once asked, he somehow convinced them to get a cat for him on his fourth birthday. They had been walking home from the park when a ginger kitten ran out, so he said, "Look, Mummy, a kitty!"
She had been trying to explain to him that he was going to be a big brother but he seemed so focused on the cat. "It's a fucking kitty, kitty, kitty," he chanted, repeating the word like a robot as he walked alongside her.
Y/N laughed. They had gotten in trouble with his preschool because of his swearing. It wasn't his fault; it was Chris's. Stopping in place and lifting his chin so he'd look her in the eyes, a move she still had to do with her husband all of the time, she softly explained, "Dory, it's fine at home, but you've got to stop swearing at school."
He pushed his glasses up his nose and retorted, "Daddy lets me swear."
"Daddy is a pushover." They both knew that was true. She picked him up, knowing he was not going to willingly begin following her due to the cat, and began walking again.
A trait that Dorian had picked up from his mother was her ability to piece things together quickly. He was a smart kid, so when he argued, "So are you. That's why dad is getting another kid," she didn't have an oppositional argument.
Instead, she just smiled and teased, "You little shit."
Adrian had got home from work that day to find his mini-me playing with a kitten in the middle of the living room. "Oh fucking sick, a kitten," he exclaimed and instantly joined in.
Dorian was having a ball, running around with the cat, who was purring and trying to playfully swipe at the boy with her paw. "I see you've met our new cat. What's her name, Dory?" She asked. The name he had picked was very cute.
"Nemo. Like that movie Chris showed me."
Leaving his son to play by himself, Adrian got up and bumped into his wife as she was coming out of the kitchen as he was going in. He immediately held onto her waist and kissed her on the lips, gently and quickly. She pushed him away and handed Dory a juice box.
"Where's mine?" Adrian whined.
She took one out of her back pocket and gave it to him. He thought the fabric of her butt looked a little disfigured when he ogled her as she walked past him. "It's been awhile, huh?" She teased, having totally caught where his gaze wandered too. It hadn't been that long. Maybe a couple of days.
"Sadie and John are free this Thursday, if you want to have a date night?" He informed her as he pulled them into the kitchen to not scar their son, his hands slipping under her t-shirt.
"Oh god, stop." She laughed as a blush rose to her cheeks and she playfully slapped his hands away when he grabbed at her bra. "That sounds like a plan."
Out of sight from their child, Adrian decided that this was the perfect time for a make-out sesh with his wife. He gave her an eager, hungry kiss that ended when he pulled back. He realised that, "We've done the exact opposite of what I said we would."
"What?"
Further explaining, he remembered what he had said ages ago, "We got married, baby, then got cats. We flipped it around."
That was what he came up with when he first brought up the subject of a child. It was when her parents were still alive and stayed in her house. That felt like a lifetime ago. "Well, that way is more traditional," she retorted.
"We've never been traditional before," he joked. That was an understatement.
The pair pondered this until they were interrupted by Dorian, who held out his hand and told them, "I'm bleeding." The kitten had scratched him.
His dad was on it. Adrian lifted him up next to the sink and washed his little boo-boo with such care. "Do you prefer Transformers or little hearts?" He asked.
"Little hearts."
"You got it, little man," Adrian said as he gently wrapped his son's finger with the plaster.
"Did you hiss at the cat?" She asked. Dorian shook his head, but the look on his face gave it away. Just like his father, he was awful at lying. She took his cheeks and lightly squeezed. "You are so, so bad at lying, mister."
Vigilante was rarely seen anymore. Maybe on the occasional weekend, since Adrian came home once with a huge gash on his chest and left a blood stain on their carpet. That was difficult to explain to a child. He got a warning from his wife that ensured he'd become more careful about his violent hobby. "Ade, you have to be quieter when you come in," she softly chastised as she cleaned his wound.
"Sorry, baby," he replied as he walked over to their bed to pick up some bandages. She rolled her eyes and went back to tending to his cut. Despite how many times she had done this, she never got used to it. And he never got used to the pain. But they got through it like they always did and ended the process with a comforting kiss.
Straddling him, she moved his head so he'd stop looking at her tits and reiterated, "Seriously, pookie, you have to be smarter about things these days." She didn't want him to act like a dumbass from now on. Well, a dumbass when he fought. It had caused enough trouble to their lives.
"I'm trying," he replied, exasperated.
It was nice to feel his strong arms around her. Even though they'd been together for quite a while now, she felt as she did before everything had happened. Before the kids. Before the patricide and matricide. Before the kidnappings. Before everything. "Keep trying," she said. She tried to keep a neutral expression, but he could see the pleading in her eyes. "I don't want you to-"
"I know," he interrupted her. He knew that look, and he loved her even more for it. He stroked her hair and whispered, "I know."
"Want to fuck?"
Was that even a question she needed to ask anymore? "Always."
Her apartment was no longer big enough to hold their growing family and Adrian had sold his family home years before so they had to move. Much to Chris's dismay (that's how he phrased it), their new home was much closer to Peacemaker's house.
This also meant that Adrian could notice just how often Emilia visited Chris. It was a lot. Too much for 'just friends'. It was around the same amount of times that Adrian had invited himself over to Y/N's when they were 'just friends'.
Being around 6 months meant that Y/N was huge so when she tried to help carry their belongings into the house, Adrian swooped in and took the box from her hands. "Ade, I can carry things. My arms aren't affected," she reminded him.
"I know, but I like carrying things for you," he said as he made his way inside. He set the box down and smiled. "Plus, I don't trust you to not drop my precious belongings."
"What precious belongings?"
Sure, he owned some memorabilia and dorky figurines and shit but, honestly, he didn't really give much of a shit about material things. But he could use her inquiry to be suave. "The only precious belonging I have is you," he flirted, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "And Dory, of course. And our new blob."
As he pulled her in closer, he could feel her relax. Moving houses is stressful. So is being pregnant. Double stress. He was just happy that he could relieve some of that. Despite how at ease he was making her, she still teased, "I belong to you? I'm not my own person?"
He grinned and kissed her temple. "I own you. You're all mine."
"Wow, and I thought you said you were a feminist," she joked as her hand came up to lightly play with his hair.
Checking his watch, he mentally cursed and whispered in her ear, "If Chris wasn't just about to arrive after picking Dory up from school, I'd bend you over these boxes."
Children are such cockblocks. Her arousal shot through the roof, and she blushed, but no, they couldn't. That would be irresponsible. And would probably end up with one scarred child and one scarred Peacemaker. Instead, she just turned around and kissed Adrian; that would have to do for now.
She tried to only give him a light peck, but (like usual), he wanted more. And, like usual, he didn't give her time to argue. His tongue invaded her mouth, and all she could do was reciprocate. She always gave in so easily when it came to him.
Just as his hands made their way down to her ass, they heard a little voice say, "Ew, gross," followed by a bigger voice that repeated the same sentiment. The pair instantly broke apart and saw that they hadn't closed the front door. Chris had Dorian on his shoulders as they looked in, both with disgusted looks on their faces.
"Hey, bud, want to see your new room?" Adrian asked, as if nothing had happened. The boy nodded and Chris lifted him down so he could follow his dad further into the house.
As they walked, Dory looked up and stated, "Why were you attacking mummy with your mouth?" Adrian had no idea what to say to that. He looked back at his wife and shrugged. Maybe the birds and bees talk would have to happen sooner than he had planned.
Their baby girl had a quicker labour process than Dorian, which Y/N was extremely thankful for. Adrian didn't pass out that time and was very proud of himself because of that. Within a couple of hours, Y/N was holding her little girl, who had a loud cry as she entered the world. Now that summed her up: loud.
Dorian had been a fairly quiet baby so they were barely prepared for the ear-splitting cries that emanated from such a small being. It was quite uncomfortable to bear and the shrill abruptness of it often caused Y/N to wince. Nonetheless, they persevered.
When she was first introduced to Dorian, he asked, "What is it?"
"It's your sister, kiddo," Adrian explained. He thought Dorian would know that. Y/N had given him a very juvenile walkthrough of what pregnancy was and he had seemed like he understood what she said. Dorian didn't reply. He just sat there staring at his sister with the biggest, most curious, most interested eyes, almost as if she were a new species.
Finally, he asked, "What's her name?"
"Dawn." Adrian had picked it. It was his mother's name.
Little Dawn kept the whole family on their incredibly tired toes for the next couple of months. As a way to let him get some sleep, Dorian stayed at John's house for a few days. John seemed an odd choice at first, but it was because he was the only one available. Leota had gone to a dog show across the country. Chris was on a mission. And Emilia refused to have a child running around in her apartment. Anyway, Dorian seemed to like it, as he came back with one of Economos's spare Gameboys, which he found incredibly entertaining.
After successfully getting Dawn to fall asleep by reading one of her novels to the child, Y/N watched as her husband flipped through a photo album, stroking Nemo with his other hand. Adrian didn't do it very often. He only did it when he realised he was just about to forget their faces. "I know you're there," he declared. The sound caused the cat to jump off the sofa and scutter to her bed in the kitchen.
"Can't I gaze at my handsome husband without getting called out on it?" She joked as she sat beside him and placed a kiss on his cheek.
He gestured to the page before him and complained, "It always annoys me that it stops here. Right in the middle of the book."
She brushed some hair behind his ear and thought about how that problem could be solved. It was easy. "So continue it. Put some of our pictures in it."
How had he not thought of that? They had tonnes of pictures. "Oh, baby," he began. Before she could register what was happening, he dropped the album on the table and backed her into the sofa. Leaning down to smooch her, he complimented, "You're a genius."
To add to their growing collection, she brought out her phone and ordered, "Pookie, say cheese." The photo was not his most flattering ever. His hair was a mess and the bags below his eyes were deep. But she loved it.
That night, they spent their time scrolling back through the gallery on their phones and showing each other the little snapshots of their life together. "Oh, I'm definitely putting that one in the album," he teased, showing her the nude she had sent him years before. Playfully, she reached for his phone in an attempt to delete it but he held it away from her. "Hey, hey, that got me through some really hard times."
"Pervert!" she said in mock outrage, keeping her voice quiet enough to not wake the baby.
Adrian soon filled his photo album with stupid pictures of his family. The album quickly became full, so full that he had to buy another one. It was a small thing, but it meant a lot to him. It was proof of their life, of the reason why he was still alive. He would look at his album and think, 'My life. Me and my wife. We did this. We made this.'