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Miles' delicate fingers smoothed out the wrinkles in his shirt as he took in his appearance in the full body mirror. The soft early morning light flooding in from the bedroom window cast dark shadows on his face. Behind him, he heard shuffling of the duvet.
"Why are you dressed so nicely? It's only Apollo and Klavier." He heard his husband ask, his form appearing behind him in his reflection. The prosecutor scoffed.
"We've been married for a decade and my taste in fashion still comes as a surprise to you?" Miles retorted, raising an eyebrow. Phoenix's only response was a goofy smile and a playful bump of their heads. The outfit in question consisted of a pair of dark wash jeans, and a grey knit cardigan over a white V-neck. In comparison, Phoenix was clad in in a faded steel-samurai t-shirt and a pair of blue basketball shorts.
"Well, even though you are overdressed," Phoenix began, running his hands down Miles' sides. "I still think you look sexy."
He leaned in to press a kiss to the other's neck, but was met with the smoothness of Miles' palm and a noise of discontent.
"Shave first."
Miles couldn't help but smile at the childish pout Phoenix gave before trudging off to their ensuite bathroom. Moments later, the sound of running water echoed from the adjoining area. After one last cursory glance at his reflection, he turned back and looked at the alarm clock on his bedside table. 09:20 flashed in luminescent red on the small display.
"Did Pess go out yet?" He called, turning to face the open bathroom door. Phoenix appeared in the doorway, face half-shaven. He lifted a finger up, waiting for something. At the sound of the front door opening, he lowered his hand and nodded.
"Trucy took her out a few minutes ago." Phoenix said uselessly, returning to the sink. Miles rolled his eyes, a gesture that was as common as breathing in their household. The water had stopped and Miles heard a towel being pulled off the rack. Phoenix emerged, clean-shaven. He made his way around the bed to where Miles stood, his lips turned up in a sly smile.
"Now, about that kiss". He whispered, hands resting on Miles' biceps as he made small ministrations. Miles felt a smile play on his lips.
“Who am I to go back on a promise?” He replied, voice lowered. Phoenix mirrored his expression, his hands migrating to Miles’ shoulders. His nose brushed against the other’s cheek when their lips met. Phoenix heard Miles sigh contentedly from his nose as he slid his hand up to cradle his right cheek, his thumb rubbing gently against his cheekbone.
In response, Miles placed his hand on Phoenix’s lower back and drew him closer. Not a second later, their kiss was interrupted by two sounds at once. The first was the sound of their doorbell, and the second was Pess’ claws tapping against the hardwood floors as she ran to bark at the door.
The two pulled away somewhat reluctantly, both turning in the direction of the sounds.
“Right on time.” Phoenix declared, lips still achingly close to Miles’. Miles swallowed and drew further away.
“We can’t keep our guests waiting.”
Phoenix nodded, and made his way out of the bedroom and down the stairs briskly. Miles followed behind, traveling at a much more reasonable pace. Phoenix knew that he hated when he ran down the stairs, chiding him like a child whenever he did.
Wright, it may seem hard to believe but the railings in this house were not installed just for decorative purposes.
He rarely called his husband by his last name nowadays, but it seemed to always slip out when he was reprimanding him. Once they reached the foyer, Phoenix moved to open the door. Doing so was easier said than done, considering Pess was running around at his feet, eager to see who was at the door. Thankfully, the door opened without any Pomeranian-related incidents.
Standing on their porch was Apollo, one stiff wind away from falling over in exhaustion, Klavier, who’s cheerful smile did little to hide his dark circles, and Katrina, who was sleeping soundly in Apollo’s arms. Phoenix and Miles shared a look of pity before turning back to their guests.
“Hey Mr. Wright. Hey Mr. Edgeworth.” Apollo greeted, his voice lower and slower than usual.
“Morning Herr Wright, Herr Edgeworth.” Klavier followed suit. He hid his exhaustion better than Apollo did, but his difficulty staying focused was obvious. Miles and Phoenix responded with their own “good mornings” and beckoned them to come inside.
Not a moment after they entered under the threshold, they heard heavy footfalls coming from upstairs. Their owner appeared at the top of the stairs, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her brother, brother in-law, and beloved niece.
“Polly! Klavier!” Trucy called excitedly, running down the stairs. Trucy’s loud greeting seemed to startle the pair slightly, breaking them out of their tired stupor.
“Trucy.” Phoenix said cautiously, gesturing to the sleeping baby. Realization dawning on her, she stopped at the foot of the steps, covering her mouth and nodding. Surprisingly enough, the little girl didn’t stir.
“I’ve never seen her sleep so soundly. Poor thing must really be worn out.” Miles commented, amazed that his daughter’s enthusiastic salutation didn’t affect Katrina in the slightest.
“Well, she’s become quite nocturnal over the past couple of days.” Klavier chuckled weakly, handing Katrina’s diaper bag to Miles, who had extended a helping hand. Phoenix came to his aid as well, taking the folded up stroller. Meanwhile, Trucy had made her way to Apollo’s side, smiling up at him.
“Your hair looks so flat without your spikes.” She stated, flipping up his bangs. “You actually look like a normal human being.” The action elicited a noise of mild annoyance from Apollo.
“People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.” Apollo retorted. Trucy just grinned, no matter how old she got, riling up her brother was one of her favourite pastimes. Once all of Katrina’s stuff was organized, Klavier returned to Apollo’s side, his hand resting on the other’s waist. They briefly made eye contact, after which Apollo nodded. He handed over Katrina to Phoenix’s open arms, muttering a quiet “careful” out of habit.
“This isn’t my first time holding her, son” Phoenix laughed. Apollo felt his cheeks grow hot at both his protectiveness and Phoenix calling him “son”. Once she was settled in Phoenix’s arms, Apollo stepped back.
“Okay, so there’s a change of clothes in the bag just in case she gets messy for whatever reason. I also put in her teething toys but if all else fails freezing a wet cloth usually works. If anything happens, please call, we can pick her up right away.” Apollo rattled off quickly, earning an affectionate sigh and shake of the head from Phoenix.
“Apollo I say this as both your boss and your pseudo-dad: you need a day off.” Phoenix said, somewhat sternly. “I don’t need you falling asleep in your lunch again.”
The brown-haired defense attorney flushed in embarrassment, his husband’s and sister’s laughter not helping the situation in the slightest. Miles levelled Klavier with a look before speaking.
“I don’t know why you find this so humorous. If I recall correctly, you were enjoying a peaceful slumber in your office the other day while at your bookshelf.” The light-hearted nature of Klavier’s giggles quickly turned sheepish at the admission. Trucy just laughed harder as Apollo cast an astonished look at his husband before turning back to Miles.
“You’re telling me he fell asleep standing up?” He asked. Miles simply nodded.
“I have no doubt that if I had come a moment later, the floor would have been his next destination.” Apollo pursed his lips and gave his husband a sideways glance.
“Alright, alright, I think it’s time that you kids get going.” Phoenix announced, trying to diffuse the situation. Apollo nodded, but not before giving Klavier one more glance. He gave Katrina a goodbye kiss on the top of her head, she smelled of honey due to her shampoo. Klavier did the same, smoothing down some stray strands of hair.
Trucy held open the front door, smiling as she saw them off. The couple left after saying their goodbyes, allowing the three occupants of the house to heave a sigh of relief.
“They really needed this day off.” Phoenix said, vocalizing the thoughts of everyone else in the room.
“You can say that again Daddy. Polly looks like...” Trucy stopped, at a loss for a proper word.
“Death warmed over?” Miles offered, the odd statement earning him a raised eyebrow from his husband. Trucy mulled it over, a pensive look on her face.
“…That’s actually pretty accurate Papa.” Trucy agreed, remembering how sickly his pallor had been just moments earlier.
“Not to mention, I’m almost certain Klavier didn’t even realize that he was swaying back and forth when he was leaving.” Phoenix added, adjusting his hold on Katrina when she shifted slightly. Miles and Trucy nodded, looking at Katrina in awe. How could this adorable little baby cause two grown men so much trouble?
“Well, I think it’s about time we get started on breakfast, hmm?” Miles inquired, question directed towards Trucy. She nodded, linking arms eagerly with her father.
“Well, I am used to being the main act, but it would be my pleasure to be your assistant for today, Papa.” She teased, making Miles crack a gentle smile. Phoenix smiled warmly at his family.
“I’ll join you after I put this little one in her playpen.” He called, heading towards the spare room that was just down the hall from the kitchen. When he entered the room, there was light streaming through the open blinds, enveloping the room in a soft yellow hue. Phoenix bent down, exercising extreme caution with placing the baby in the playpen.
He stood up slowly, marvelling at how peaceful the little girl looked. After a few moments, he turned to the blinds and shut them, encasing the room in near darkness.
“Sweet dreams, Kat.” He whispered, drawing in the door. He made sure to leave it slightly ajar to ensure that they could hear her if she cried. In only a few steps, Phoenix found himself in the kitchen. Miles stood at the stove, dividing his attention between the frying pan and Trucy, who was leaning on the counter and whisking the pancake batter as she spoke at a rapid pace.
“Anything I can do?” Phoenix asked as he approached the duo. Trucy paused for a moment at the sound of her father’s voice, allowing Miles to speak.
“You can cut some fresh fruit.” Miles answered, casting a quick glance over his shoulder. Phoenix gave him a disappointed look.
“That’s all?” He asked. Miles just nodded.
“How do I put this gently Daddy…” Trucy began, deep in thought. “You should master the microwave first before upgrading to the stove!” She finished. Miles couldn’t hold back the sharp bark of laughter that followed, it seems that being the child of two lawyers didn’t help her tactless nature.
Phoenix winced. “My own family…” He muttered, going to fetch fruit from the fridge nonetheless. The family spent the next ten minutes chatting about nonsensical things, the sound of the television serving as background noise. After the table was set, they sat down and enjoyed the peaceful ambience of a Sunday morning breakfast. As an apology for her earlier comment, Trucy tried to compliment her father’s knife skills.
“You cut the oranges so cleanly, Daddy! They look so nice.” Phoenix chuckled at his daughter’s attempt at cheering him up.
“I should hope they do, considering how much money Papa spent on that knife set.” He replied, causing Miles to lower his newspaper and look at him over his glasses.
“A good knife set is the foundation of a good kitchen.” Miles said in defense, raising his newspaper. Phoenix smiled cheekily.
“Papa, why do you still read a newspaper?” Trucy asked, mouth full of pancake.
“Truce, your mouth.” Phoenix called, gesturing to his mouth for emphasis.
“Oh. Sorry!” She apologized, swallowing her food before asking again.
“First of all, much better, and second of all, I like to keep up to date with current events, as I assume everyone does.” Miles responded, lowering his newspaper again.
“Yeah, I know. But why don’t you check your phone like everyone else does?” Trucy wondered aloud.
“I guess you could say that I still enjoy some aspects of the past.” Miles replied, wondering himself why he continued to read the newspaper daily without fail.
“Geez Miles, just because you are a grandfather doesn’t mean you have to act like a grandfather.” Phoenix teased. “I mean; you’re halfway there as it is.”
Trucy laughed and Miles sighed, setting his newspaper aside to properly look at his husband. Phoenix could tell by the sharp way he creased the newspaper while folding it, that it was too late to back down.
“By all means, please enlighten me as to how I already have one foot in the grave.” He asked, slotting his hands together and resting his chin on them. The pose reminded the other of Franziska. Phoenix just smirked, apparently prepared to answer this question. Trucy glanced between the two, shaking her head in disbelief. The atmosphere was reminiscent of their days in court together.
“Well, your hair is already grey,” Phoenix began, reaching across the table to grab a couple of strands for emphasis. “you have glasses, evidence that your eyesight is going,” He continued, tapping the left lens with his index finger.
Miles huffed in annoyance, Phoenix’s fingerprint clouding the once clean glass.
“and to top it all off, your memory isn’t the best.” He finished, sitting back in his chair triumphantly. Miles levelled him with an unimpressed look.
“I object to that last statement.” He declared with a perfunctory point in Phoenix’s direction.
“On what grounds?” Phoenix replied, crossing his arms.
“Where’s your evidence to back up your claims?” Miles asked. While her fathers had their fun, Trucy turned in her chair to watch the television. Phoenix responded by confidently placing his hand on his hips.
“You have a terrible track record with names.” Before Miles could retort, Trucy spoke up.
“I second that Papa. You called Mr. Hat “Mr. Cap” just the other day.” Miles deflated slightly, realizing that his family was right.
“Trucy…” He began, but was interrupted by Phoenix.
“Are you sure her name’s not Tracy?” Miles let out an exasperated squeak, which was followed by a round of snickers from his husband and daughter.
“High five, Daddy.” Trucy requested, reaching across the table to high five her father. Miles simply just picked back up his newspaper, accepting defeat with grace.
“I’ll start cleaning up.” Trucy declared, beginning to clear up the table. Phoenix moved to do the same, but he hesitated.
“Come on. You don’t have to get all grumpy just because I was joking around.” Phoenix pleaded, waiting for Miles to agree with him. The prosecutor folded up his newspaper, giving Phoenix a fond shake of the head.
“I am not “grumpy”. In fact, I feel that it’s probably payback for me laughing at your poor cooking skills.” Miles explained, collecting his plate and glass. The two made their way to the sink, putting down their dishes. They turned to face each other, Phoenix extending a hand.
“No hard feelings?” He asked, fluttering his eyelashes to feign innocence. Miles gave him a confused look, but reluctantly obliged. Just before their hands met, Phoenix took Miles’ hand in his and brought it up to his lips for a tender kiss to his knuckles.
Miles couldn’t help the blush that blossomed on his face at the action, withdrawing his hand from the other’s as soon as Phoenix removed his lips. Trucy whistled from behind them, the cutlery in her hand.
“Daddy’s got game.” She pushed past them to place the last of the dishware into the sink, signifying the end of clean up. Miles pushed up his glasses and cleared his throat, both in an attempt to hide the redness in his cheeks. Phoenix gave a look of satisfaction before sauntering off into the living room behind Trucy.
Miles decided to follow, but was stopped in his tracks by the sound of his ringtone. Curious as to who would call him on his only day off in the week, he plucked it off the table and looked at the display. Phoenix had stopped as well, waiting to see who it was.
It can’t be work right? He thought, gauging his husband’s reaction. When he heaved a heavy sigh, Phoenix frowned.
“Is it the prosecutor’s office?” He asked, somewhat weary. Miles was silent for a moment.
“Yes. I honestly don’t know what this could be about. I’m sorry-” Miles rambled, the tension in his shoulders evident. Phoenix hushed him, trying to get him to calm down.
“It’s fine. If they called you today, that means it’s urgent.” He reassured, the stiffness of Miles’ shoulders not reducing one bit. Phoenix placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing in gentle circles.
“Just go answer it.” He urged, finally earning a rigid nod from his husband. Miles tapped the screen, answering the call as he briskly walked out of the room. Phoenix couldn’t help but cast a worried glance in his direction. Miles always felt awful when work interrupted his family time. No matter how many times Phoenix tried to convince him that it didn’t bother him, he wouldn’t believe it.
His work in Europe had him being torn away from his family for months at a time, which made their time spent together all the more precious. Even though those days were over, Miles could never shake the guilt associated with him choosing work over his family. When he returned, he had vowed to Phoenix and Trucy that he would never put them in the same situation again.
Phoenix was brought back to reality by the sound of soft cries coming from down the hall.
Looks like someone’s awake. He thought. Trucy must have had the same thought, because she poked her head through the doorway just a second later.
“Katrina’s awake!” She pointed out excitedly. Phoenix made his way to the spare room, Trucy directly behind him. He pushed the door open, the baby’s cries sounding louder once he was in close proximity to her playpen. Phoenix peered over the railing into the structure, finding a very grumpy infant that must have had quite an awakening.
Her usually inquisitive blue eyes were screwed shut, her expression one of irritation. She wasn’t bawling, but she was still drawing in some hiccupping sobs. Phoenix reached down, scooping up the little girl in question.
Once he stood up, she looked at him briefly, but continued to cry nonetheless. In an attempt to calm her, Phoenix began to gently bounce her up and down. He also tried smoothing down her hair as well in a soothing gesture. Trucy watched as Katrina’s cries reduced in volume in response to Phoenix’s actions. The black-haired defence attorney shushed her quietly, hoping to placate her.
“I hear you, kiddo. I don’t think anyone likes waking up before noon”. He joked, causing Katrina to look at him once more. After a few minutes, the little girl was finally content. Trucy couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her niece babbling and drooling on her father’s shoulder. Phoenix hardly seemed bothered, just happy that Katrina was no longer feeling disoriented.
He was about to ask his daughter why she was smiling so brightly when he felt something akin to a squeezing sensation on his shoulder. As he turned his head, he caught Katrina with the fabric of his t-shirt in her mouth.
“Either you’re hungry, or your teeth are giving you a hard time.” Katrina tilted her head to the side in a silent question. When Phoenix made a silly face, the fabric dropped from her mouth as she gave him a toothless grin.
“Considering she just woke up, I think it’s a mix of both.” Trucy offered, walking up behind Phoenix so she was facing Katrina.
“Hey there Sunshine! Do you remember me? Auntie Trucy?” She asked in a playful voice, the little girl’s blue eyes mirroring hers. It took a second for Katrina to respond, but when she did, she giggled. Trucy was positively elated.
“Daddy! Did you see that? She recognized me!” She exclaimed, practically bouncing on the spot.
“I would be surprised if she didn’t. We do see her multiple times a week.” Phoenix explained. He left it at that, however, not wanting to rain on his daughter’s parade. Trucy didn’t look deterred in the slightest.
“But! I’m usually either at school or performing, so I don’t see her…” She continued somewhat sadly. Her father nodded, his expression thoughtful.
“Speaking of school,” Phoenix began, not missing how his daughter’s posture slouched in dismay. “Don’t you have a lab report due tomorrow?” He finished. Resolutely not meeting her father’s eyes, she began to slink out of the room.
“Trucy.” Her father called. The teenager let out a sigh of defeat.
“Yes…” Phoenix made his way to her side, both of them standing in the doorway.
“Come on, it’ll be easier if you get started now.” He explained, waiting for her response. While the two had their discussion, Katrina seemed positively transfixed by the appearance of Phoenix’s spikes. She reached her hand out, trying to grab one of the strands. Trucy let out a low whine, but finally obliged.
“Okay. Does that mean you’re gonna feed Katrina, Daddy?” She asked wearily.
“Yep. Something the matter?” He inquired, confused as to why his daughter seemed so reluctant to let him feed her.
“It’s just…you’ve never fed her before.” Trucy elaborated. “Will you be alright?” Phoenix couldn’t help but laugh at that.
“I think I can handle feeding a baby.” Trucy eventually nodded, disappearing up the stairs to get her book bag. Phoenix shook his head as he made his way towards the kitchen, about to set up everything for Katrina’s breakfast.
Phoenix felt proud of himself, setting up everything without incident. Katrina was sitting in her highchair, kicking her feet idly. Around her neck was a pastel green bib with a smiling orange tabby cat the centre.
Trucy was sitting at the dining room table, books spread out around her as she typed rapidly on her laptop. Seeing as how Katrina was becoming a little restless, Phoenix opened the cherry wood cabinet and pulled out a jar of pureed squash.
Apollo said this was her favourite, if I’m not mistaken. He thought.
He closed the cupboard door, moving a few cabinets down until he located the one that held their dishes. Peering inside, he found the small stack of plastic bowls he was looking for. Trucy glanced in her father’s direction at the sound of him rearranging the bowls. Once he found one, he put the rest back and closed the cupboard.
He transferred the purred vegetable to the bowl somewhat cautiously, knowing his husband wouldn’t take kindly to orange slush on his granite countertops. He turned back to Katrina, approaching the little girl. Once she spotted both him, and the food, she removed her chubby fist from her mouth and began to slap the plastic surface of her highchair. Phoenix chuckled.
“Maya reacts the same way when she spots free food.” He mentioned to nobody in particular. Phoenix paused moments after he grasped the spoon, looking into the expectant gaze of the baby in front of him.
What does Miles usually do to get her to eat? He pondered, trying to recall.
It became apparent to him a moment later that the expression he was making was a good enough substitute. Katrina happily accepted the spoonful of food, giving Phoenix a feeling of success.
His victory was short-lived, however, seeing as how the spoon he once had in his hand was now lying on the floor.
The sharp clack made when it hit the floor drew the attention of both Trucy and Katrina, the former giving him a concerned look. Phoenix shrugged and scratched the back of his neck bashfully, as if to say My bad.
He stooped down to pick up the utensil. Before he made his way to the sink, he rested the plastic bowl on the white surface of the highchair. As soon as he turned his back, Katrina took the opportunity to investigate the orange mush in a tactile manner. Phoenix was oblivious to this, humming to himself as he rinsed the spoon. If he spent a little longer than usual, then so be it.
Upon turning off the faucet, he heard Miles descending the stairs. Phoenix was halfway through drying the utensil in his hand when he heard an exasperated noise come from Miles, who had just entered the kitchen.
“Done with your call-” The black-haired defense attorney asked, cutting his question short when he caught sight of what his husband had gawked at. The culprit in question still managed to crack a smile despite the fact that her face, and majority of her torso, was covered in a mix of butternut squash puree and satisfaction on her part.
Phoenix felt Miles’ piercing grey gaze on him, but resolutely avoided meeting it out of sheer embarrassment. Miles looked back at Katrina as he let out an almost inaudible sigh. He approached the infant after a moment of hesitation. He took care as he scooped her up, holding her at a reasonable distance to preserve the quality of his shirt.
Up close, the situation looked worse. Despite the fact that the bib shielded a small section of her chest, the rest of her outfit was not spared.
“Looks like bath time’s early today, isn’t it little one?” Miles asked gently. Phoenix felt his heart practically skip a beat at the sound of Miles’ heartfelt tone. It was a side that Miles wouldn’t dare show if he wasn’t in the company of his family.
“Trucy?” The prosecutor called, garnering his daughter’s attention.
“Yes, Papa?” She responded excitedly. It was obvious that she was anxious to have an excuse to abandon her homework.
“Come help me bathe Katrina.” He said simply. Trucy immediately stood up, walking around the dining room table and took Katrina into her arms. The young girl began to make her way toward the bathroom, her father following behind. Miles stopped briefly under the archway of the kitchen, looking over his shoulder.
“Could you clean up the kitchen, Phoenix?” He asked.
Of course, Phoenix knew that that translated to: this kitchen is going to be clean by the time I return. He gave him a smile and a nod in response. Miles’ lips quirked upward into a slight smile as he made his way out of the kitchen.
The overwhelming warmth enveloping Apollo made opening his eyes difficult. The mid-day sunlight streaming through the bedroom window made him sleepier instead of waking him up. A single tanned arm was looped around his waist over the covers, drawing him into his husband’s chest.
In his current position, Apollo could just hear the slow and rhythmic beating of Klavier’s pulse. Accepting the fact that he wasn’t going to fall back asleep, he opened his eyes and looked up at his partner.
Something that Apollo noticed a couple of months into dating Klavier was that the man is an ugly sleeper. Granted, not many people look good while they sleep, but Klavier’s appearance was certainly…something.
His usually flowing blond hair was sprawled out both his pillow and Apollo’s. His mouth was wide open and drooling on his pillow as well, tongue resting in the corner of his mouth. Even though he didn’t necessarily snore, on occasion his nostrils would flare and he would snort. Apollo knew that Klavier was extremely insecure about it and would often flush brightly in embarrassment if Apollo ever brought it up.
Despite Apollo reassuring him that he found it cute, Klavier refused to agree. Wanting to wake him up, Apollo pressed a tender kiss to the underside of Klavier’s jaw. The prosecutor stirred moments later, joining Apollo in the world of the living. Klavier buried his nose in Apollo’s hair, protesting the fact that he was awake. Apollo scoffed.
“You have no right to complain, you’ve had ruder awakenings.” He stated, voice still hoarse with sleep. Klavier made a noise of resignation as he sat up.
“Very true. I would trade my alarm clock for one of those wakeup calls any day.” He responded. Apollo watched as Klavier stretched his arms over his head, not missing how the muscles in his back flexed as he did so. A set of slender fingers settled at the base of Klavier’s neck, right between his shoulder blades.
His hair was parted forward, so this bare back was on display. Apollo heard Klavier’s breath hitch as his fingers cascaded down his spine. Klavier looked over his shoulder at his husband, feeling his pulse quicken when he met his gaze. Apollo drew back his hand and let his eyes flutter shut when Klavier’s lips met his.
The memory foam in his pillow sunk inwards when Klavier’s hand pressed into the spot just adjacent to his head. The taller man adjusted his position by twisting his body. Apollo’s legs were between Klavier’s knees, so that he was on top of him. Apollo pulled him down into a feverish kiss as he dug his nails into the smooth expanse of skin on the other’s back. Klavier drew back, panting heavily. Wasting no time, he pressed his lips to the spot just under Apollo’s jaw.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Justice-Gavin?” Apollo asked breathlessly. Klavier pulled away from his neck and gave him a look of wanton desire. Apollo wasn’t naïve. He knew that nothing turned Klavier on more than him referring to him using their last name. The same last name that was proof of their devotion to each other.
The atmosphere in their bedroom was almost suffocating, the haze of pleasure overcoming the two was intoxicating…and of course, Klavier had to ruin it.
Apollo’s shirt was halfway off his torso when Klavier broke away from their mind-blowing kiss.
“Ready for some slap and tickle?” He tried to whisper seductively, failing miserably by letting a giggle fall from his lips. Apollo just looked at him incredulously, wondering if he misheard.
“Did you honestly just say ‘slap and tickle’?” He asked. Klavier nearly burst out laughing when he heard him repeat the phrase.
“Yeah?” He responded. Apollo stared at the other for a moment. He let out a long-suffering sigh and pulled Klavier back down. When his husband’s lips were inches away from his, he stopped.
“If I loved you any less I would be so turned off right now.” He whispered, proceeding to kiss the other senseless.
Miles, Trucy, and Katrina emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later. Phoenix noted with a little bit of amusement that it was now Katrina that was the only one clean out of the trio. Trucy hardly seemed bothered, in spite of the soap and water dripping from her bangs. Miles on the other hand looked a little put out, but at least he was the drier of the two.
“Phoenix, would you be so kind as to hold Katrina while I go change?” Miles asked, voice tense with discomfort. Like many people, Miles absolutely despised the feeling of wet clothes clinging to his body.
“Sure thing.” Phoenix replied, trying to hide the mirth in his voice. Seeing Miles Edgeworth, the definition of “well put together” in such a state was truly a sight indeed.
“Oh my, Trucy she’s just so precious.” Pearl cooed, voice echoing on the other end of the video chat.
“I know right! I’m sure she gets that from my side of the family.” Trucy jested, earning a laugh from Pearl. The family was now seated in the living room. Katrina was currently surrounded by the multi-coloured building blocks she had scattered just moments earlier.
Phoenix and Miles were sitting together in the middle of the sectional. Their television was tuned in to a home renovation show that Phoenix was half watching while also keeping an eye on Trucy and Katrina. Miles was immersed in a novel that Simon had recommended to him a few days ago. He accidentally bumped Phoenix with his elbow when he pushed his glasses up.
“Sorry.” He apologized, touching the spot he’d hit. Phoenix smiled.
“It’s okay.” After all, the reason he was hit was due to their proximity. Miles had allowed him to rest his arm across his shoulders when they had sat down. Their daughter was on a video chat with Pearl, today being one of the few days of the week that she was not busy with her acolyte training.
The girls had been chatting idly about this, that, and the other thing, until Trucy remembered that Pearl hadn’t seen Katrina in a while. She would never pass up the opportunity to brag about her niece.
“Can she walk yet?” Pearl asked, watching Katrina try to fit two blocks together.
“Nope, not yet. But honestly, I’m gonna pray for Polly and Klavier when she can.” Trucy explained. In the background, Trucy heard a familiar laugh.
“That sure reminds me of a certain girl, Pearly.” Trucy gasped, bouncing excitedly.
“Is that auntie Maya?” She asked. Pearl was usually hard to get a hold of, but it was almost impossible to talk to Maya nowadays due to her continuous work as the master of Kurain. The woman in question suddenly came into view, flashing a smile.
“The one and only!” Maya exclaimed. “So what’s up, buttercup? Still being cooler than your dad?” Trucy giggled at the same time Phoenix made a noise of indignation.
“I’ll have you know, Miles thinks I’m plenty cool.” He objected, turning to his husband for a response. Miles knew better than to get in between a feud between best friends, but he hadn’t heard the entire conversation. Noticing Phoenix’s expectant gaze, he cleared his throat.
“If you say so.” He stated. Phoenix gave Maya a triumphant smile. Before she could respond, Phoenix nuzzled Miles’ neck affectionately. The recipient of said action was currently flushing a bright red. Maya simply made a face.
“Eww. Nick and Edgey are flaunting their old dad love.” She called, sticking her tongue out in fake disgust. Trucy laughed, and Phoenix just shrugged. Out of the corner of the screen, Pearl poked her head in again.
“I think it’s sweet! Mr. Nick and Mr. Edgeworth are expressing their love for each other.” She gushed. Maya rolled her eyes. Even though Pearl was no longer trying to push her and Phoenix together, she still held onto the dream of seeing a fairy-tale romance.
Meanwhile, Katrina was crawling over to Trucy, who put down her phone to hoist her up and into her lap. When she picked up the phone again, both her and Katrina were in view. As soon as Maya spotted the baby, she gave a high-pitched squeal.
“Oh my god is that Katrina?!” She exclaimed, giving Pearl a light shove to the side so that she could see better.
“Hey!” Pearl called in the background. Trucy tilted the front camera downwards so that Katrina was in focus. The baby had her focus on the screen, the bright lights mesmerizing her.
“Her eyes are so blue! Her little cheeks are so chubby!” Maya stated, voice ecstatic. Trucy noted that the camera shook every time she spoke.
“I’m still your favourite nice though, right?” Trucy questioned, putting on a false look of hurt. Maya gave a grin and a wink.
“Of course, Trucy!” Katrina took the block she had in her hand and began to tap it on the rug below her. Trucy knew this was her way of saying she wanted to get her attention so she could play with her.
“She’s getting a little restless. Daddy, do you want to talk to auntie Maya?” She explained, turning to her father in question. Phoenix nodded as he reached forward, trying not to disturb Miles. He appeared to be incredibly comfortable with his head resting on Phoenix’s shoulder.
Once her phone changed hands, Trucy gazed down at Katrina. The baby mirrored her action, looking upward. Trucy cracked a smile and gave her a gentle peck on her forehead. Katrina giggled at the action.
Miles’ book closed with a quiet thump. Maya was chatting excitedly with Phoenix. Even though he couldn’t see her face at this angle, he had a pretty good idea how she looked at the moment.
“So then he told me that the machete order is a load of bs. Like, can you believe him Nick?” She asked. Phoenix paused for a moment.
“You’ve kinda got me in-between a rock and a hard place here. I mean, sure, Phantom Menace was pretty irrelevant in terms of plot but I still think it’s worth watching.” Phoenix replied. Miles rolled his eyes. Phoenix loved to tell him how much of a nerd he was whenever he spoke about the Steel Samurai, but also wouldn’t hesitate to defend himself when the action was reciprocated. Even though he was obsessed with Star Wars, and not the Steel Samurai, the sentiment was the same nonetheless.
“I know! But you’ve gotta admit that watching in chronological order really takes away from some aspects in Episode six like-” Maya explained vehemently before she was cut off by the abrupt noise of a door sliding open. An unfamiliar female voice piped up in the background.
“Mystic Maya! Mystic Eloise locked herself in the channelling chamber!” Phoenix heard Trucy snicker from her place on the ground. The defense attorney nudged her gently with his foot in an attempt to quiet her. Maya gave an expression of disbelief.
“Again? You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Her words held no malice, just incredible surprise.
“Sounds like you’ve gotta go bail one of your kids out.” Phoenix stated. Maya turned back to the camera and the pair shared a look of understanding.
“How you keep track of your throngs of children on a daily basis is beyond me.” She sighed. Phoenix laughed airily, a noise that Miles could never get tired of hearing. Seeing them interact always lifted his spirits.
“Talk to you later, Maya. Think you and Pearls could come down any time soon?” Phoenix asked quickly. Maya gave him a hopeful look.
“Maybe! We’ll have to see. Stay smooth Nick. Talk to you later Miles!” She bid farewell. Phoenix watched her image disappear with a bit of disappointment. He placed the mobile device next to Trucy. His daughter was currently busy building a tower for Katrina to knock over as the little girl watched expectantly. Miles rested his book on the glass coffee table in front of them. Phoenix settled back into the couch and gave him a look.
“Oh, were you waiting to say something?” Phoenix asked. Miles leaned into him a little more before speaking. The soft grey hair on the top of his head tickled the outer shell of Phoenix’s ear, earning him something akin to a giggle.
“Not necessarily. It’s nothing so important that I had the need to interrupt you.” He began. “You two don’t get to speak often, so far be it from me to disturb you.”
Phoenix gave him an appreciative smile as he found his hand and lazily laced their fingers together.
“I was going to suggest that we go out for a walk.” Miles revealed. “A walk?” Phoenix echoed, the idea sounding very pleasant to him. “I believe Pess may be going stir-crazy, considering she’s condemned to her partition of the house. I also do not think our guest would mind terribly.” He explained.
“Sounds great to me.” Phoenix agreed. Miles eased up off the couch, making a noise of mild exertion. Somewhere in the back of his mind he prayed that Phoenix didn’t hear it or he’d be calling him an old man for the next month and a half.
“I am going to change.” Miles said. Before he could even leave the vicinity of the couch, Phoenix caught his hand.
“What’s wrong with what you’re wearing now?” His husband asked. The prosecutor looked at his outfit, then back at his husband, as if the answer were obvious.
“It’s too casual.” He stated. Phoenix just shook his head. No use beating a dead horse, so to speak.
“Trucy?” Phoenix called.
“Already on it, Daddy.” Trucy responded, scooping up Katrina.
Within a few minutes, the four were ready. They were currently standing in the foyer, Miles ensuring that they didn’t forget anything.
“Diaper bag?” He asked. Phoenix held up the bag in question.
“Check.”
“Extendable leash?” He continued, going down the imaginary list.
“I got it Papa.” Trucy confirmed, the leash currently retracted. There was still enough leash for Pess to excitedly run around at Trucy’s feet. At the very least, Trucy agreed to leave her cape at home. There were still teeth marks from the last time Pess got a little too over-zealous. Miles gave a final nod, satisfied with their little convoy of sorts.
“I have the waste bags, so let’s get going.” He said with an air of finality. Phoenix opened their front door, the security system chiming. Miles paused before beginning to push the stroller. He crouched down and took a look at Katrina. The little girl was currently preoccupied with chewing the fabric of her shirt.
“Ah ah.” Miles tsked. Katrina surprisingly complied when Miles gently prised the fabric from her mouth. He stood up, about to call Phoenix when the man held out a teething toy. Miles looked at his husband, surprised that he was already at his side.
“Thank you.” He said, giving Phoenix a light smile. Phoenix returned the favour with a childish grin of his own.
“Welcome.” He replied simply. With that, the family of four departed.
As luck would have it, today was one of the few days in May where the humidity, hanging thickly in the air, did little to deter the citizens of Los Angeles from going out and enjoying the radiant sunlight and seemingly endless crystal blue skies. The sound of children’s laughter and sneakers against pavement was heard over the ever-present hum of cicadas.
The narrow sidewalk caused the group to walk in a formation resembling a V. Trucy was at the head of the group, trying to keep a hold on Pess. The energetic Pomeranian had other plans, however, stopping periodically to sniff at a patch of grass with interest. Phoenix and Miles walked behind them at a more leisurely pace to account for Pess’ frequent stops.
I suppose her exuberance doesn’t wane with age. Miles noted with amusement.
His thoughts were interrupted when he brushed shoulders with Phoenix. The other man gave him a smile that looked far from apologetic. Whether their close proximity to one another was due to the width of the sidewalk or something else entirely was unknown.
The most surprising thing that Phoenix had learned about his husband was that the man wasn’t averse to physical affection. In fact, the more time the two spent together, the more Phoenix noticed Miles’ affinity for contact. It usually ranged from gentle hands on his waist when he tried to pass the other in the kitchen, to hooking pinkies once the lights were turned low during Trucy’s magic shows.
Considering they were in public, they decided to keep it just at that. Neither one had been a fan of public displays of affection. Miles always thought such affairs should be kept in private. As for Phoenix, he just never saw the appeal. He outgrew all that years ago.
Before long, the family reached People’s Park. The good weather brought out a wide variety of patrons, some teenagers, some families just like them. With such a high density of people in the park, Phoenix and Miles should have expected what came next.
When they reached the centre of the park, they had already been stopped by five different young women, each one taking time to fawn over Katrina. Phoenix was a little bit nervous, never having seen Katrina deal with absolute strangers before. Nevertheless, his fears were alleviated when he saw her smile and giggle.
“She’s so adorable. How old is she?” One of them asked, a black haired girl who appeared to be about Trucy’s age.
“10 months old.” Miles answered. He couldn’t help the small feeling of pride he felt.
“Your daughter is so cute.” Her friend commented. Phoenix and Miles discreetly shared a look, wondering whether or not to correct the young lady. Before they could decide, Trucy went ahead and did so.
“Actually, she’s their granddaughter!” She chirped. The two girls paused for a second, then laughed. Trucy gave a look of slight confusion. The pair left, waving once more to Katrina, who attempted to mimic the action. Once they entered the seating area, and found a place to rest, Trucy spoke up.
“Why didn’t they believe me?” She asked. Phoenix took a seat before answering.
“I think they thought you were just making fun of your papa’s grey hair.” He explained. Miles snorted. Despite the number of people in the park, the seating area wasn’t too full. The sound of trickling water coming from the fountain provided calming background noise. A light breeze blew through the park, rustling the leaves of the trees above them.
“How’s Kat holding up?” Phoenix asked Miles, who was seated next to the stroller. Miles peered in to check on the infant in question.
“Considering she’s currently smiling around the hand in her mouth, I would say she’s fine.” Miles responded. Phoenix chuckled. Through the corner of his eye, he could see the expectant gaze of his daughter trained on him. For a moment, he didn’t turn around, already knowing what she was after.
“Daddy.” Trucy said sweetly, trying to gain Phoenix’s attention. Her father sighed, finally giving in. He reached into his wallet, retrieving a ten-dollar bill, which Trucy promptly accepted.
“Thank you!” She responded. “So, Cherry for you,” She confirmed, pointing at Phoenix. “and grape for you, right?” She affirmed, pointing to Miles. The pair nodded in unison.
“Perfect! Just enough for an extra-large watermelon for me!” Trucy said excitedly. With that, the teenage girl made her way to the snow cone stand with a spring in her step. Phoenix watched for a moment, before turning back to Miles. He took on a more casual seated position as he reclined and crossed one leg over the other in a T-shape. He caught his husband’s hand under the table, feeling the corners of his mouth quirk up when he felt a light squeeze.
It was in one of these rare moments of silence that Phoenix realized something. Something that he was surprised that he never realized before. Miles looked so comfortable with a baby in his arms. His entire demeanour changed into something, softer. His gentle smiles appeared with increased frequency, his shoulders, usually stiff with tension, were relaxed. His husband’s attention was currently on Katrina, who had become restless after sitting for so long. It was almost impossible to believe that this was the same man who was petrified when Phoenix had informed him about his decision to adopt Trucy.
Being under Miles’ scrutinizing gaze was not something new to Phoenix, but in this moment, it filled him with an overwhelming sense of dread. Phoenix wasn’t expecting much from this, he anticipated Miles’ anger, his disbelief, and his chiding. What he was not prepared for was the look of absolute fear and helplessness that was present on his face. His husband was resolutely avoiding his gaze; Phoenix would be lying if he said it didn’t make his heart hurt. “Phoenix…” He began, his tone reminiscent of the tone that seeps into people’s voice when sugar-coating bad news. “I wouldn’t be a good father.”
The sound of a paper cup hitting the table in front of him brought him out of his flashback. Looking up, he saw Trucy, arms laden with cups of shaved ice. After handing Miles his, she handed Phoenix the change. With that, the four of them enjoyed their shaved ice, a welcome treat on such a hot day.
It wasn’t until a few hours later that they had to call it a day. They had moved to the open field not long after they had eaten. Miles and Trucy were currently playing with Pess, Trucy in awe at the number of tricks she could do. Miles was hovering nearby, teaching his daughter what commands Pess obeyed.
Phoenix sat a few meters away on the grass with Katrina, who had been content with exploring the field around her before she began to fuss. Phoenix gently took her into his arms, trying to soothe her. Miles turned around at the sound of Katrina’s distress, making his way over to the two and letting Trucy continue on her own. The teenager was already more than okay, going so far as to teach Pess some new tricks as well.
“Is she feeling okay?” Miles asked with visible concern. Phoenix couldn’t help but find it cute.
“Yeah, I would say she’s just getting tired.” Phoenix explained in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. Miles raised an eyebrow in silent question.
“She’s starting to tug on her ears, babies always do that when they’re getting tired.” Phoenix elaborated, feeling accomplished. Miles chuckled, but he seemed impressed.
“Far be it from me call into question your wealth of knowledge, oh wise one”. Phoenix grinned, leaning in slightly when Miles leaned down to press a quick kiss to his cheek. Whenever Miles uttered a sarcastic comment in that endearing tone, it was almost always followed with a kiss. After 28 years of knowing his husband, Phoenix knew the man’s cues better than he knew his own. As Miles called Trucy in, Phoenix strapped Katrina in her stroller, the little girl still whimpering and fussing.
“I know kiddo, we’re almost home.” He said in a calming tone.
The front door to the Wright-Edgeworth household opened with a quiet click. Trucy entered first, Pess practically dragging her in. How the small dog still had so much energy was a mystery. Phoenix walked in second, the diaper bag over his shoulder and Pess’ waste bags in hand. Miles entered last, pushing a now asleep Katrina in her stroller. He would be lying if he said that the hot sun hadn’t fatigued him as well.
“Trucy, can you feed Pess please?” Miles asked tiredly as he kicked off his shoes. “No problem, Papa!” Trucy called back. Phoenix paused for a moment, looking back at his husband.
“I’m just gonna tidy up her room a bit.”
“Alright.” Miles replied.
He unstrapped Katrina from the stroller as Phoenix rounded the corner. She didn’t so much as stir. When Phoenix returned, his heart practically melted at the sight in front of him.
Miles was in a reclined position on the couch, eyes closed and face peaceful. He had one protective arm wrapped around Katrina, who was fast asleep on his chest. Phoenix couldn’t stop the smile spreading on his face. He reached into his pocket to get his phone. The shutter noise caused Miles to crack open an eye.
“Oh jeez, sorry. Did I wake you?” Phoenix said in a hushed tone.
“I wasn’t asleep.” Miles corrected, voice also quiet in consideration of the baby in his arms. Phoenix was about to ask if he was certain, but he knew that Miles was right. His husband often took a year and a day to wake up, and when he did, he could hardly put together a coherent sentence before he changed and washed up. Miles sat up and extended his arms, handing Katrina off to Phoenix.
“Looks like it’s nap time for you too, grandpa.” Phoenix jested. Before Miles could retort, he had already disappeared around the corner with Katrina.
Miles just sighed, despite the way that Phoenix phrased it, he could really use a nap.
It was the musical chime of the doorbell that woke Miles up two hours later. Before he could shake off the lingering feeling of disorientation, he heard the door open. He sat up straighter at the sound of Klavier’s tell-tale baritone chuckle and Apollo’s signature noise of indignation.
They haven’t even stepped into the house yet and Trucy is already goading him. Miles thought.
After smoothing out his hair and brushing out the slight wrinkles in his clothes, Miles joined his daughter in the foyer. Phoenix emerged from the kitchen at the same time as he had exited the living room.
“Trucy, I believe it’s common courtesy that you at the very least invite our guests inside before you tease them.” Miles said. Trucy laughed sheepishly.
“Of course, Papa.” The couple crossed under the threshold, stepping into the foyer.
“You have my thanks, Herr Edgeworth. The heat is sweltering out there.” Klavier commented. Despite his complaint, he seemed a lot more alert and awake then he did this morning.
“Well we wouldn’t want your perfectly perfect hair to frizz now would we?” Apollo said sarcastically. He too looked a lot better, although he was missing his trademark spikes. Within a moment, his tone changed into one of concern.
“Was she good today? She didn’t give you two too much trouble did she?” Apollo asked, question directed toward Miles and Phoenix.
“Apollo you ask us that every time, she was fine.” Phoenix insisted. While Phoenix continued to assuage Apollo’s concerns, Miles excused himself to go get Katrina. Within a couple of minutes, the Justice-Gavin family was about to depart, until Trucy let loose a snicker. Apollo and Klavier looked at her in confusion.
“What’s so funny?” Apollo asked. Phoenix caught on a moment later, a couple of chuckles falling from his lips as well. Miles sighed, lightly brushing the base of his neck in an attempt to get Apollo to understand. Klavier seemed to catch on as well, his entire face set aflame with a red blush. The young defense attorney failed to realize that the polo shirt he was wearing did little to hide the distinct purple colouration of a hickey present at the base of his neck. Then, as if a switch was flipped, Apollo understood, quickly pulling the collar of his shirt higher.
“Looks like you two enjoyed yourselves on your day off!” Trucy said slyly, not even attempting to hide the shit-eating grin on her face.
“Well just be careful. I don’t know if Miles and I can babysit two babies at the same time.” Phoenix joked, watching the two become more mortified by the second. Miles couldn’t help but feel sorry for them.
“Well thanks again, see you tomorrow!” Apollo said hurriedly, ushering Klavier out with him.
Well, it seems I have my work cut out for me tomorrow. Miles thought as he scrolled through his work emails.
He adjusted his glasses slightly, continuing to read from the luminescent screen of his phone. Luckily, the combination of the bedside table lamp and the light flooding in from the bathroom was enough to allow him to read without eye strain. His gaze flickered briefly to the bathroom door when the light was suddenly reduced to just the diffused light from the lamp.
It wasn’t until he felt Phoenix’s arm around his waist and his head on his shoulder that he decided to call it a night. Placing the mobile device and his glasses on the table, he leaned into Phoenix’s touch.
“Well. Someone is cuddly tonight.” Miles said, turning to face his husband.
“You know me, when am I not?” Phoenix replied, tone quiet. Something in the back of Miles’ mind reminded him to turn off the light, but he could tell from Phoenix’s demeanour that they weren’t going to sleep just yet.
“Whenever we babysit Katrina, it just kinda gets me thinking, you know?” Phoenix continued.
“About what it would be like if we had a baby?” Miles finished, watching Phoenix’s expression morph into one of surprise. Miles almost laughed, the man was so transparent. Miles wasn’t blind, he could tell that Phoenix had been entertaining the idea for a while, even before Apollo and Klavier adopted Katrina. He knew that his husband would always hesitate when he attempted to bring it up in conversation, deciding to be vague or change the subject.
“You really need to improve your poker face. You’re quite obvious.” Miles added. Phoenix offered a theatrical pout, pretending to be hurt.
“Hey, who’s the one who has actually played poker for a living, hmm?” He responded. Miles paused before speaking, trying to make sure they stayed on topic.
“I have thought about it as well.” He admitted, hearing Phoenix’s breath hitch.
“And…?” Phoenix asked, blue eyes wide with anticipation.
“As much as I want to have another child” Miles began, “we mustn’t forget that we both have full-time jobs.” Phoenix deflated a little, realizing that Miles was right.
“Well, Apollo and Klavier have full-time jobs.” He tried, gauging Miles’ reaction.
“Yes, but are those jobs the head of a law firm and the head of the DA’s office?” Miles explained somewhat sadly. Phoenix sighed, looking defeated. Miles couldn’t help but feel like the bad guy. Phoenix rarely looked so disappointed. He leaned in, giving the other a tender kiss on the forehead.
Pulling away, the two looked at each other for a moment before they let their lips meet. Miles put his hand on Phoenix’s bicep, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin in an attempt to soothe him. Phoenix pulled him in closer, craving the physical contact. The two parted a moment later, Miles waited to catch his breath before speaking.
“I’m not saying we can never have a baby, just…not right now.” Phoenix seemed pleased with this answer, pulling Miles into a warm embrace.
“I’ll be holding you to that.” He said jokingly. Miles chuckled.
“I would expect nothing less.” The longer they remained in each other’s arms, the less they wanted to move.
“I love you, Miles Edgeworth.”
“I love you too, Phoenix Wright.”
Neither one could bring themselves to get up and turn off the bedside lamp.