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Sylus watched in awe at the woman of his dreams. The very woman he sought after in every universe. The one that carried their healthy children to term, and the same one that held his hand all through the birth. She was beautiful through it all. He helped with every task, massaged her where she needed it most, and provided all the necessities to raise a child. In the past, it was not as peaceful--sure there were moments, but nothing quite like this. Nothing domestic. A life where he could raise a family with the one he loved without worrying about those that wish to kill him. They both had dangerous jobs, but they were capable people that the dangerous life in the past life would be easy to handle in the present.
She was on paid maternity leave (which he ensured anonymously would get the max total days) for about 2 and half months [this is based on china maternity leave rules which allows 98 days based off Ms Advisory article]. He did not need anyone’s permission to be on parental leave, but checked in on Luke and Kieran every so many days, usually late at night when he watched over the baby while [Name] slept. He always took the night shift, for he enjoyed the quiet that came with the dark, and that he does not sleep most of the time. He could easily sense if the baby was agitated, hungry, needed a diaper change--anything really. He adored his [son/daughter] with his whole heart. He/she was Sylus’ little hunter dragon and it warmed his heart. The day they found out that [Name] was pregnant was the second time his heart was filled with so much joy. So many things went through his mind. They were going to have a family. She was going to be a mother. He was going to be a father. They were going to have a little baby around to care for. He could not help himself when slight tears of joy tickled down his face at the sight of [Name]’s excitement, even so at the sight of their new baby boy/girl at the hospital. It was everything he could hoped for-- they could hope for. Although he did not need a day to tend to [Name], it was a day where he could spoil her with the excuse of “Mother’s Day” without her worrying or being modest about his gifts.
He could never picture himself in this type of life. He did not know if the world would give him a second chance--to give him the choice to do good by her. She was curious, in her own right, about the things he does on a daily basis, but at the same time she did not infer with it. The days where he found her again, having to come to the conclusion that her memory had forgotten of their past. Though, he could not help, but fall in love with her all over again. The moments they shared, it was a blessing. To be the reason she smiled, laughed and made jokes--it was everything. To indulge in what she found happiness in was endearing. To see her do the same warmed his heart in ways nothing else could. It was true that tears fell down his face when the test was positive at her pregnancy, but it was also the fact that he could make it this far in life with [Name] without anyone trying to take her away. Or… other factors he rather not speak of.
He was giddy to buy all the equipment needed, doing deep research on what was good for the baby, and what was not. To ensure all the shots were done, even if it hurt seeing their little one cry out in pain and confusion. To get the best formula for their baby [if they did not want to breastfeed]. He wanted to be the best husband, and best father to his family. This was a partnership, and they brought new life to this world. He had the responsibility to care for their baby just as [Name]. He would be ashamed of himself if he would let her suffer alone. It was a good thing he enjoyed the darkness so much, and barely slept as it was. He could ensure she, the baby and the house were okay. He had those he loved deeply in this house. He would never let anyone take them away from him, and if they did, he would die. Which was impossible. Only his wife could do such a thing, and he believed for such things to happen it was his own fault.
They usually have an equal agreement: Sylus does the night shift, and [Name] tends to the baby in the morning (either 7, 8 or 9am depending on how the night went). Today, he wanted the love of his life to have a day where she did not stress over the health of their baby. He had made sure that everything with their baby was taken care of before quietly entering their shared bedroom and turning off the alarm. He wanted her to get the best sleep without any distractions. And when the morning came, he had already made breakfast that was still hot and steamy, had the baby in the living room on their back playing with some toys for he already fed the little hunter dragon and burped him/her. His eyes lit up in adoration at [Name] walking in around 10am with a confused, joyful smile on her face. It was true that he cooked a lot, and that him doing a bare minimum task was not all that eventful, but she knew it was the thought that counted.
“You woke up too early,” He had a cute apron around his waist that said “#1 Dad” that he got as a gift from Luke and Kieran. “I was going to have our little hunter dragon give you breakfast in bed.” He smiled, having the idea of carrying the baby boy/girl with the tray of food at a better time than 9am so she could get sleep while waking up with food without lifting too much muscles. He knew them two were not going to be considered a distribution for sure. “But since you’re here, we can eat together while he/she plays.”
“Aw.” [Name] kissed him on the lips, and smiled in adoration at the little baby playing around on the play mat. “Look at her\him go. So cute.” She took out a camera (could be a camcorder, the certain brands that print out the photo or a typical phone) and snapped the shot of the adorable moment.
Sylus kissed the top of her head, holding her to his side. “I got all the special toys he/she will need. He/she has been changed and fed.” He guided her to the dinner room table, which was nearby so they were able to watch over their young one with ease. “I made your favorites [name of breakfast food(s) or brunch food(s)].” He made plates for them both and set them on the table. He handed some napkins around and utensils [if the food choice calls for it].
“Thank you so much.” She kissed his cheek. He was the perfect man. He may have some flaws, but everyone does, and it makes them human. He may be a dragon, or so he told her, but nothing in this world could stop her from saying he had a heart. A good heart. “I mean it.”
“I know you do, sweetie.” He teased, kissing her temple, and holding her hand as they ate. He only had a good heart for those he cared about, which was normal, but no one could take her place. He knew you were not the same person in his past, but he grew to love her all over again. The trouble they got in, and the aftermath. Every struggle they fought through it together. He loved her with all his heart, and this soul he would never dare poison.
Sure, there were moments, well the only moment was where she suddenly said something about a dragon to him. His heart thumped harder in his chest, his eyes widened at that one word. The only thing in his mind was-- was she going to say it? Sadly, she was referring to their baby girl/boy as the dragon. It was quite comical, for the reason why she said such a thing was due to a sound their baby made was similar to a dragon roar. Though, he had to make an excuse to take a second alone to compose himself. She doesn’t remember. It’s not her fault. Never her fault. But those were the days where their little one was a newborn. It’s been a few months since then.
At the table, they both occasionally, on instinct, look back at their baby to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary or to make sure they were not getting into any baby mischief (as if they could move on him\her own anyway).
“He/she is very energetic today.” Sylus chuckled, taking a bite out of the food. “Reminds me of someone.” He eyed [Name] with a humour glint in his eyes.
“And her/his playful behavior reminds me of someone as well.” [Name] bickered back, squeezing Sylus’ hand. “It’s quite funny how much the two of you resemble dragons.”
His hand stilled, letting his spoon lay on the table, and he cleared his throat. “How so? Do we both roar?” He quickly suggested, the memories of the past filling his mind.
“Hm, well, It’s the red eyes mostly. Like a ruby. A precious gemstone that I feel like dragons would be protective of, you know?” [Name] shook her head. “The way you are protective itself reminds me so much of a dragon. Your possessive nature of valuables is one too. But I don’t think you’d be the villain though. Someone misunderstood in a way. Maybe the media has plagued the way I think of dragons.”
His eyes watched her carefully. You have no idea, sweetie. No idea how much I would do for you. The curse… Everything. “You think I wouldn’t be the villain? They do love making such creatures enemies.”
“Yeah, but well, maybe some see you as an enemy. But they aren’t all good either.” [Name] smiled at him. “Maybe, if I tell them that you’re my dragon , they’ll leave you alone.”
Sylus felt his heart swell in joy. His breath hitched She said it. She called me her dragon. “Say… Say that again.” He said, breathlessly, his heart rapid in his chest--more than usual.
“My dragon?” [Name] repeated, curiously.
“Yes, like… like you mean it.” Sylus gripped her hand tightly--not to hurt her--but to let her know how much those two simple words alone affected him. “Call me that again.”
[Name] smiled, gently easing his hand, and clasping her fingers with him. “Sylus, you’re my dragon. You’re the one of my dreams and the one that I knew having a family with is the right choice.” She pressed her face against his, a feeling of shock at the tears, but instead of keeping the same face it slowly softened. “Oh, Sylus…”
He stood up, holding her to his chest, in a protective hold. “There are things that I am unable to speak to you about. For it could hurt you in ways that can’t be reserved. But please, please, for me, my love, say that always.” He goes to their baby, holding [Name] and picking up the baby carefully. This was his home. This was his safe place. The woman, the mother, the hunter--the one person in this universe that has his heart. Their child was healthy and clinging to them both as he/she giggled against them two. “Today, you don’t have to worry about anything.” He kissed her lips. “Happy Mother’s Day, [Name]. My… my hunter.”
“Thank you, my dragon.” She kissed him back, knowing she will always be safe in his arms. Even when he was not here physically.