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It all started at ark, Leon was laid on the cold floor, back to the bright yellow wall and on his last breath, with the virus rapidly taking over, he slowly blinked himself unconscious. He woke up completely dazed, it was bright and horribly foggy, but he could tell he was regular room by the soft, pastel colored walls, occupied by normal furniture from what he could see, he looked around trying to find out where he was before his eyes landed on your familiar figure, giggling about something he couldn't see, until you turned around.
a small baby cradled in your arms, "I think they're trying to say your name?" He hears you whisper, while moving over to him, "say leon, leon, le-on," the baby coos in response, only being a few months old. He couldn't see the baby's face but he could feel it was his just from the pure and clean feeling he got from looking around the place.
His eyes fluttered open to grace shaking him back to the real world, all he wanted was to go back, to hold both you and the baby against his body, his head was practically torturing him with the thought of you, whispers of your name slaming around in his skull, but he knew he had to get grace out of that place, and to get back to his husband.
So he kept pushing till he was out of there, anything for you.
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That familiar dip in the left side of the mattress, followed by the soft wooden frame creaking under the extra weight, that's all you wanted to hear.
You were fully ready to lose everything: the house, your heart, and him. Leon told you all about his sickness, that it was taking out everyone who passed through Raccoon city, and that he needed to find a way to "fix things." You could barely even hold his hand without being reminded that he was basically dead, even through his gloves, you could feel it. So you grieved early, at night you let yourself cry a bit, but in the day you took time out of your busy day to stare into nothing, thinking about how your life would change.
When you woke up almost two days after he left, tired as ever, shamelessly holding onto one of Leon's pillows, dressed in one of his tee shirts, it was clean, but his scent was still strong in its fabric, with the pale sunlight leaking through the curtains and in your face. And there he was, lower half wrapped under the nice clean blanket with his arm draped over his eyes, shielding himself from the light.
He was... soft, and all of those wounds he left with were gone, and replaced with nice smooth skin you can't help but touch on, your fingers gliding across his bare chest, all the way up to his neck, you almost couldn't stop looking. He was whole, and healthy, and everything he wasn't when he left.
"Told you I'd handle it," Leon mumbles, half asleep, his mouth already working its way into a small smile. It doesn't take long for him to move over to your side of the bed, the sheets ruffling as he wraps himself around you, his strong arms tucked under your back with his messy head of hair resting comfortably on your chest.
You lay there for a while, brushing your hands through his hair, before slowly falling back to sleep. It wouldn't hurt to rest a little bit longer with him, at least until he moves...
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He was already halfway done with making breakfast by the time you got out of the room, your lips gently landing against his cheek when you finally made your way towards him
"You know I'm keeping this shirt, right?"
"Yeah yeah, I know... looks better on you anyway," as old as both of you were, he knew a baby was stupid to even think about, eseptionally with him still being an agent and all, but a man can dream, "you know, i was just thinking about how good of parents we'd make, just a mini us waddling around the world, exploring life."
"Maybe... but I kinda don't want to die trying to pick up my kid." You joke, only a little serious, "and, do you know where you left my jacket?"
"Which one?"
"The black one with the fur collar."
"Mmm, yeah kids i guess."