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Curled up on his chest, she sleeps. Warmth radiates from her slumbering form, embracing him like tendrils of light from the morning sun. In her rest, she nuzzles her face into his pectorals; platinum ears twitch at her own sleepy hums. Her fingers gently knead his flesh. She’s always warm in her Noah’s arms and it is pure bliss. Noah kisses her head: one broad hand petting her hair and ears, the other rubbing circles down the expanse of her lower back. He had wished the moment would last longer, but alas, Mio wakes.
“Augh…”
“Good morning, love. I hope I didn’t wake you.” The early light of day has yet to peer over the horizon. Noah smiles at Mio as she groggily nuzzles her head against him once more.
“Mm… No… It wasn’t you,” her voice thick with sleep. She reaches for her stomach, “Someone decided to wake Mummy.”
“He likes to do that, doesn’t he?” Noah smiles at the mention of their baby. He was their blessing. Their little star swirling in the inky black void of this world, leaving a trail of softly shimmering light as if a bit of white fleece pulled from the wooly coat of a grazing sheep in the cold of the night. He is so deeply in love.
“He’s strong. Just like Daddy…”
Truth be told, they don’t actually know the sex of their baby. Mio claims she just knows. She knew deep within her very being who this baby was. How he would look like his father with bright blue eyes and a head full of soft, dark hair. He appeared to her in dreams similar to those Noah appeared in before the gap between their worlds was bridged. His soul was now ready to be incarnate, it seemed, and his mum couldn’t be happier.
“I would have said Mummy,” He giggles a little as Mio lifts her sleepy head to press a sloppy kiss to his cheek.
“One more month, I think.”
“Hm?”
“One more month until we can hold him. I’m kinda tired of him being inside me, making my back hurt and what not.”
“Is he that heavy?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you should try to go back to sleep.” He kisses her forehead.
She mumbles, “It’s you that needs to go back to sleep, silly.” She finds herself poking at his face, “You have a composition debuting tomorrow, yeah? And I’m not performing this time. That’s all you.”
“I’m just hoping our soprano figured out that rhythm she still messes up…”
Mio adjusts herself, lifting her shoulders and head to look into his bright blue eyes, careful not to compress her belly. Soon… She wanted nothing more than to lay completely atop him and stare right into those haunting eyes, bordered by those dark eyelashes that she was so fond (and jealous) of. It’s uncomfortable: her position, but it’ll do for now. She gives him a knowing look.
“You’re nervous.”
“You know… It’s amazing. I’m an open book to you…” He takes her face in his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb. She leans into his warmth.
“Of course you are. You’re my Noah after all,” Plush lips push against his finger, “I feel I’ve always known you.” And she smiles that sweet smile that drives him mad. He takes her chin and presses his lips to hers, savoring her warmth; savoring her love and all that she is before him. The moment… He could die here… But he won’t. Mio falls back into a comfortable position and slips back into a blissful rest.
Soon, the sun shall rise before them, and their child will be closer than ever to arriving. He will give Mio a kiss on his way out the door to that last-minute dress rehearsal (Monad bless that poor soprano’s soul. Noah is a patient man, but one can only deal with one person making the same mistake over and over so many times.). All will go well at the concert, and Mio will greet him afterwards with flowers and kisses. They’ll be sleepy as they show their love for one another in the privacy of their home after a fine dinner with their dear friends. Night will become day, still shrouded in darkness. Noah will wake before his Mio, and he will play with the silky strands of her hair as she burrows her face into his bare chest. This time, their baby does not wake her.