[DarkAurion98]

The question about pregnancy awoke something in him. A feeling that something was wrong, not to mention the defeated look of his precious husband. The tone was serious and the fact Marcus wasn't the prankster type of guy he fell in love with made it all "worse", but also easier to understand. Still, this sudden drop filled him with anxiety. Just the shaky mentioned how? could leave his mouth. However, in no moment did he leave his lover's side, intermittent hold of hands taking place.

He didn't laugh with the Disney reference, but don't take the human wrong. Mythological creatures were a small number in this part of the world. Along his life, Rorik just met a few, never hearing about fairies. Then came the short biology lesson, and all clicked in. It had... sense. Yes, very important information deployed in matter of seconds but, properly analayzed, not so shocking. His angel hiding this for so long? That was shocking, and the dominant felt like he had to know sooner.

The wings and the colors were the most astonishing marvel he had ever seen, and only added more perfection to his mate. The belly; he waited for Marc to finish, slowly getting closer and closer. Leekev took a deep breath after the declaration, placing a hand on the damped cheeks of the forest creature.

Listen to me Marcus Greenfellow. Before I show you all the reasons for me being just happy with all this, let me say, that I love you. I did, I do and I will. Yes, all this would have been better if you had told me when we touched hands for the first time. He paused, now taking a teary face in both hands, liquid forming in his eyes too. Look at you! You were beautiful before but now? I-I'm ... babe I don't have words. God, forgive me for being a fool. The babies! You are preagnant and that's .... awesome!!.

His mate stopped his sobs, stare full of wonder. It is? He says shyly.

Of course my sweet fairy!. He took a moment to realize the pharse reaching Marc's ears. Wow, just saying that felt good. It's like, a miracle for me. Does this mean, we won't have to adopt? He asks, voice like a 5-year old, arms hugging Marcus tight, voice painted with hope.

N-no. We already have our l-little ones. Answers the carrier, leaning into the warm of his husband, who almost jumps with the news, rolling in bed with the fairy trapped in a love embrace.

Thank you, thank you, thank you my angel. Marc, I would never hate you. There's still a lot you have to teach me but, I'm here, I love you. I can't believe I'll be a father!. God I was thinking of that, I- . His non-stopping mouth is covered by a set of wet, cheerful lips. The kiss is chaste yet messy, with tears and other fluids on the way. They don't care though. Taking a break for cleaning up and breathe, the couple gets comfortable on the mattress.

Rorik only has ears for what Marc is saying right now.

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Their breathing is even. Marcus is dozing off while Rorik's heartbeat sounds against his ear, conveniently resting on the other's chest. The dominant gently traces a line with his hand, going down from M's neck, through his side, until reaching his hips and staying there.

I can't imagine how hard it was to keep the secret love. No more hiding ok? Now I can pamper you and the babies. It's still... weird to feel you pregnant, but I love it. Just tell me if I can get anything for you. He says with a raspy voice, scenting Marc's hair.

*chuckle* oh your mom will get a huge hug too. You two really kept it down *kiss*. Can you teach me more about fairies? I want to learn how to take care of my handsome mate while our babies are growing.

He couldn't allow more pride on his chest, otherwise it could explode.

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