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Finally, finally your Pokémon egg hatching. You've been waiting ages for this to happen, and now it's finally, finally hatching! You and your partner walked the thing, battled relentlessly with it in the party, you're so happy it's ready to face the world as a fierce Pokémon!
As for what type of Pokémon, it shocks you when you see a sparkle shine off it. This isn't a typical Pokémon. The odds came in your favor as you see a small, rust colored, Venipede dance out of the egg. Oh, it was so happy to see you, and you were so happy to see it!
You had to show your partner. Corbeau would love this Venipede. His Scolipede would have a new friend given some time and training!
Jokingly, you wrapped it in a blanket as if it was a baby. Well, it technically is, look at that Venipede's adorable little buggy eyes. It's just a baby! How could you not treat it like that? With a blanketed Venipede, you trek down the stairs to see Corbeau and show him the beautiful creature that your egg was holding. A shiny Venipede, with wide eyes, and a full potential to kick ass.
"Corbeau," You called, finding him on his laptop in the living space.
A small smirk appears on his face as he adjusts his glasses, "Yes, sunshine?"
You tilt your head to your blanketed Venipede, "Come see your son."
"My–" His laptop is quickly closed. He gets up from the couch, "Huh?"
It takes a moment to process, but Corbeau stands next to you and takes in the sight. It's, of course, just a shiny Venipede, but, it's yours. Or, his? Or, no, both of yours. Is that the implication? Is that what you were implying?
His hands grasp at the air, trying to process the words he doesn't have. What exactly does he want here? He wants to see. He wants a closer look. Corbeau wants nothing more than to see, well, his son? He didn't even know you considered it both of yours until this point. He just considered training it with you as part of being your partner. Would this mean you're open to more?
"Can I– May I–"
You chuckle, "Of course."
From your arms to his, Corbeau is only astonished. Weeks upon weeks, you've been– he's been– waiting for this egg to hatch. Now it's not only a Venipede, a shiny one too. The odds must have been in your favor. And his, too, apparently.
Its buggy eyes stare back at Corbeau, ready for whatever you both wanted it to be. It has so much potential. Why does this make him feel so protective of it? "He's beautiful," He mutters, "Thank you for showing me."
Despite thanking you, he refuses to hand back the Venipede. In fact, his arms seem to fend for it more. Corbeau looks ready to fight for this Pokémon. Another small laugh from you, "Of course. I would think you want to see our son."
"You say that as if you'd actually have a child with me," Corbeau finally lifts his head, his gaze softening when it meets yours.
"Well," You won't speak past that.
He gets the implication. It's enough for him to look away, before using one of his hands to poke at one of Venipede's legs over the blanket. It chirps. "Then I'll– We'll have a child then. In time. I–" His smile returns again, "–I feel stupid saying I'd want this every day."
"You would?"
"I would," Corbeau takes a half step closer, just enough to press his shoulder against your arm, "With you."