Title: HappinessRating: (PG) Content Notes/Warnings:
The short explanation: The Goddess of Love and Loyalty promised to ‘shift’ Nathanael so that they could have children. Main Character/s: Nathanaael Peter Quele Royale, Damion Ante, Not yet born Joscelin Quele AntePlot: Nathanael wishes for Damion to know that this child inside is his, blood or not. Location: Royal Castle, Capital of illander.
Normally male, Nathanael is female here.
The baby moved.
With a gleeful smile, Nathanael took up Damion’s hand and settled it against their abdomen. The Vampire was used to Nathanael requiring physical affection and relaxed his digits against the nightdress. The Sovereign waited for the baby to jump once again.
When the baby would move a second time it caused the Assassin to jump, vampire starting at the movement beneath the layers of cloth and skin. Sight was not required for this and the smile upon the blind man’s face was exactly what Nathanael had hoped for. Webbing fragile fingers through Damion’s to press them harder against that swelling curve, Nathanael tilts their head and begins to speak.
“He is yours, Damion. Blood or none, this will be your son.”
So much death, too much death in Damion’s Un-life and his Life before that, and Nathanael wanted more than anything, now that the throne had been secured, to give Damion life. A life. A precious bundle that would still be there when the Consumption finally took the Sovereign to the grave.
“I have no idea how to raise a child Nathanael.”
A bitter laugh, cut short by fear of it turning into wracking coughs and bloodied lips. “Do you think I have any idea?!”
The Vampire raises pale knuckles to his lips, “Yes, because you have always wanted children… Still, all one can hope is he won’t hate me for having to learn as he grows.”
“I don’t think our child could ever hate you, Damion.”
“Gods I hope not. Will it call me Father do you think? It is an odd calling on me, in my mind.”
“You will get used to it. I know you will.”
“In time perhaps. Move your limbs, I want to hear both of your heartbeats.”
Nathanael shifted so they were the only one on the settee, laying comfortably as Damion knelt by his side, laying his head of dark blonde curls against Nathan’s abdomen. Gently pressing his ear against the cloth, the Vampire closed unseeing brown eyes. Relaxing into the rhythm of the two heart-beats against his ear. Like nothing, he had ever heard before…