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There was a strange sort of tranquility that washed over Mark as he laid on the couch, his back propped up against Falcon's side as his hand rested absentmindedly on his swollen stomach. The sun peaking through the dingy slats of the window blinds, illuminating dust that had escaped from the clutches of the swiffer Falcon had run across them earlier.
In such an instance there was no reason to question anything. He was here. In Falcon's arms. He was living in a small but adequate studio apartment with him . Their own nest . A safe haven compared to the barbed wire he traipsed over while living with his mother. Here, with the love of his life, he was free.
Free of guilt and regret and those nagging memories of his past. To uphold the family honor, to be someone he wasn’t. To live a lie all so that his mother wouldn’t be embarrassed by the very thought of being in public with Mark.
But now? There was no doubt in his mind anymore. This was real. And it would be for the rest of their lives together. “We have Boyd this weekend, don’t we?” Falcon asked as Mark gave a hum in response. His smile growing wider as he recalled the extra room they were renovating for when Boyd stayed with them. Now that he didn’t have to hide his own child from his mother anymore, Boyd was free to come and go as he pleased. And Gyro was more than happy to let Mark have all the time he wanted with their son.
“Yeah,” Mark replied, sighing as he stretched up, his free hand gliding along the expanse of Falcon’s neck and into his hair. “We do.” he paused a moment, letting Falcon lean down and kiss the top of his head. “Why?” Mark continued, chuckling, “Did you wanna break in the bed before we have guests?” He asked, chuckling over his own suggestion.
He didn’t have to look at Falcon to know that the other man’s face was burning red, “No, well, yes. That’s not an unpleasant idea.” He mumbled, shaking his head as he tried to regain his train of thought. “What I meant was that maybe we could do something together. The three of us. Ya know, as a family.” Falcon said, hand coming down to rest on top of Mark’s on his stomach.
The younger man smiled, bringing Falcon’s hand to his beak to kiss it, “That sounds wonderful, Falcon.” he replied, a sparkle in his eyes, “I think that might be just what we need.”