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iwantmystupidlifeback

3 years ago

Midnight tales

It’s the middle of the night and you go to roll over closer to your husband just to find the bed empty and light whimpers coming from the other room, you yawn getting up, you hear your husbands voice is low and gently, you peek into the room seeing him leaned over his son, he kisses his little cheeks and moves his thumb gently over his head as he whispers to him “ when I meet your mother” he told his son about how you both meet and how he fought wars and promised his son protection and love. He gently lifts the his son holding his head and bottom gently as the little piglet moves his arms letting small cries escape his mouth” ooo no no” he rocks his son lightly as you stand in the door way smiling at him, his long pink hair is out over his shoulders as the moon runs through the room over the walls and floor. The snow falls calmly as if it is watching your husband interact with his son. Tech ears perked up having him glare toward the door then he relaxes seeing you, he smiles as you walk closer kissing him softly then rubbing your sons head and giggle “ you heard what the doctor said he’s only a couple months we can’t spoil him by holding him” techno lowly groans and hums “ he won’t always be this little beloved, I understand the task but he was upset tonight” you kiss your sons head lightly “ just admit your wrapped around his little fingers” techno chuckles and looks down “ it is so wrong tho, he is our first born beloved” you laugh leaning your head in his shoulder and hum “ fine just tonight” you kiss him and your son goodnight but can’t help but stay up and listen to techno tell his son of ancient warriors. It’s funny to believe the same man months before cried to me about how he feared the baby would hate him for who he was, he was scared the baby would hate his pink hair and piglet features now techno wiggles his ears at the infant teaching him how to move them and he speaks pigmen to him only to have the piglet respond in his own babbling mess of words. Techno now adored everything about his son. For a man that used to be cold and blunt and ruthless it was odd to see such a small being lay in his once bloodied hands and just sleep their. The next morning you wake up to an empty bed again, groaning you go to get up but stop looking over finding techno in the rocking chair he made in your shared room, his head was leaned back his hair messy along with his son on his bare chest, making little noises fast asleep, you giggle lightly coming closer “ beloved” techno looks over and groans at the pain in his neck, you laugh going to take your son only to have techno pull back “ no no, he’s asleep” you laugh “ would you like to lay in bed while I make breakfast “ he only nods tiredly moving to the bed. You laugh coming back an hour later finding your son wide awake as techno lays on his side, your son rests on his arm and your son looks over giggling lightly and touches technos face, making you question if he senses are at their peek. You set the trey down and smile “ beloved your son is calling” techno groans pulling his son closer kissing his cheek lightly and groans “ I hear him love”, after that their was no hope in getting your son or getting your husband up.