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The summer mornings are always filled with the joy of expectation.
It has been a good few months since the whole ordeal that broke out in the Dark Cacao Kingdom. The wall was brought back to its full glory and the citizens were all safe from harm and danger. Even during the harsh and eternal winter that haunted the kingdom, things were going as great as they could go for Blackcurrant.
Now officially married to their one and only, Dark Cacao, Blackcurrant could be considered a monarch.
Dark Cacao was nearing his final days before the due date, acting as clingy as he has been since the first month and drawing tender laughs from their partner. Going around with sluggish steps and always seeming tired, more than normal. Despite all that he was happy, anxious, even.
Blackberry Fondue wasn’t even born yet, but their mere existence was already enough to drive the whole kingdom into an array of hopes and excitement, but deep down, everycookie still felt a bit apprehensive about the prospect of another heir to the Dark Cacao Kingdom, the tragic upbringing of Dark Choco really did stain the kingdom’s memories afterall.
Much to their dismay, Dark Choco was a regular visitor to the castle. Every week, he, Purple Yam and Milk, would come by to pay the king and Blackcurrant a visit, sometimes to discuss the kingdom’s plans for the future, sometimes just to bond with each other. The previously awkward father & son relationship had been slowly evolving into something more tender and loving, thanks to Black themself. Being such a sweet cookie in comparison to their bitter family.
The late snowy nights were filled with the fear of another tragedy.
Blackcurrant was roused from their sleep with the sudden movement on the bed. As they let out a soft, inquisitive hum, a pair of arms pulled their body back, Cacao was nuzzling against them again, it didn’t really seem like he had been asleep prior to that. Milkshake rolled over to face him, and was met with tired eyes, filled with something akin to nervousness. Their eyes softened.
“What’s wrong, my love?...” - They murmured gently, lifting a hand to caress the king’s cheek. That drew a whine from him, they smiled as he leaned into the touch. - “Why are you still awake?”
Cacao pressed closer to them and through the thick fabric of their robes, Black could feel the shape of his bump. Their gaze grew impossibly gentler upon realization. They knew what was going on: Cacao was afraid.
“It will not happen again, Cacao…”
“How are you so certain of that?” - His voice trembled.
“You will not be alone this time,” - They nuzzled closer, his long, black strands cascaded down his body and got lost in their own white curls. They grinned - “I am right here with you, and always will be.”
“What if I ruin this one too?”
“You are not the same as before, my love… Grief is not what controls your actions now. You do things out of love, out of care, and I see that in your every move, every look, every word…”
A single tear prickled at the corner of his right eye, it soon ran down his cheek and got soaked up by the pillow supporting his head.
Blackcurrant wrapped their arms around him, their small body shielding their lover from any harm the past could ever cause their family.
“I will always be here… You will never have to face anything alone again…” - A soft kiss was pressed to his wet cheek, followed by a soft sob and a scoot closer. - “I promise.”
The late snowy nights were filled with sweet little lies.