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§~Boboiboy~§
(Well, I will be the strongest that they ever knew.
And I will be there when they need a love, strong enough!
Don't worry, I will carry your share for us.
No matter how bad the storm.
I will be strongest that they ever knew.")
Boboiboy's POV
My body felt heavier than usual.
It was not a life threatening injuries. Not a painful headache. Nothing of that sorts.
Just… it felt heavier than usual.
Like every step I took carried the weight of the last seventy-two hours of retrieving an illegal sold Power Sphere, named OraBot. Like how I'm navigating to go to Planet Ventus without any difficulties from the spaceship even though the spaceship worked fine. Like I'm not itching to give the mission to someone else so that I can go home and not do this.
I need to get a bunch of information about Planet Ventus from Kommander KoKo Ci and unsurprisingly, he gave me a single file containing information about Ventus. The very same file that I'm gripping in my right palm, probably creasing it due to how hard I'm gripping.
§~Information of Planet Ventus~§
"Planet Ventus is one of the realm that represents the harmony between Wind and Mercury, but it is known throughout the Galaxy as the Realm of Winds, as many natural-born fliers and powerful wind warriors hail from this realm. Ruled by a monarchy within the last 1850 years, King Tanatsu and his wife Queen Aeria.
It's close to the Planet Windara but unlike Windara, their Kingdom operates under surprisingly free-spirited societal rules. The only rules that are actually enforced are the ones that concern any of the kingdom's more spiritual side. Nobles are encouraged to intermingle with the normal citizens thanks to Queen Aeria's influence.
However, there are some noble families who still see themselves as more socially superior to that of the common folk. While those nobles are not scolded or openly ridiculed for not wanting to associate with non-nobles, other noble families that support Queen Aeria's teachings tend to see them as snobby and uptight.
Ventus is surprisingly very religious, which can be seen by how many sacred and holy places are recognized. Many of the strict societal rules it has are imposed and enforced very seriously when it pertains to more spiritual matters, such as those who are neither oracles nor priests/priestesses cannot be allowed into sacred areas without the blessing of the Council of Sky Oracles.
Those who wish to become oracles interpreter, priests or priestesses themselves must go through a rigid spiritual training outside of society in order to grow closer to the Power Sphere, OraBot. One item consist of "Tear of the Oracles", a necklace that was made by the first ruler of Velthra Kingdom and was safely kept in Council of Sky Oracles.
Those who have been blessed with unique powers and heightened spiritual awareness at birth are chosen to become the next Councilor of Sky Oracles. Those who are not native to Ventus have commented on how it seems like there are two different worlds in one when experiencing what the oracles have to go through.
The Kingdom is also very patriotic; encouraging citizens, of noble descent or not, to attend the Aetherion DriftLand Academy within the area that follows military training and spiritual training, in hopes to protect Ventus and even Windara.
However, unlike in Planet Heriku where the Academy of Glacivenor Spiral promotes more scholarly teachings that are widely accepted for raising the next generation of Scholars, Politicians, Healers, etc., Aetherion DriftLand Academy is widely praised of having academic qualities that follow more militaristic approaches and divine spirituality for obvious reasons."
Truth be told, the mission drained me dry leaving behind with nothing but sharp cuts on my face and a throbbing headache. The type that pulsed behind my eyes like a nagging stereotypical Karen that you might have the unfortunate encounter to deal with.
My knuckles were still faintly bruised and wrapped tightly in a messy bandages.
My Lieutenant uniform shirt smelled like something metallic and probably blood, not sure if it was mine or that specific Power Sphere hunter.
And yet-
Home.
The thought of it made my heart softened which had something jagged inside of it.
Fang.
Having a stunning wife, whose beauty and intelligence surpasses every Royal Queens in every Planet and can make the aliens of the Galaxy submit, how strong is this weak husband who can't help but adore her even more. Even my Elementals agree heartily.
How did I even managed to marry her with Uncle Pian and Admiral Kaizo breathing against my neck with their swords sharpening is beyond me. The fact that I had the audacity to date her when we were both 19 is already baffling.
Safe to say, that day when I asked for their blessings is not my fondest memory and probably would've been my funeral day if not Tok Aba stepping up to stop the fight. My mom was busy with Fang in the kitchen, probably telling Fang about my embarrassing habits or stories.
My dad and Uncle Mimi, on the other hand, hid behind the couch when the interview (or interrogation, I should say) was happening. Sheesh, they were perfectly fine with me dying at Uncle Pian's hand!
Even my elementals, especially Voltra and Gamma was pale as white as the chalk that day. All of them agreed to never speak of it ever again. They even have to sign a contract for that!
But it was all worth it. I married Fang in a beach night wedding at Paula Rintis, the very same place that I confessed to her back when we were both 19. Gosh, she looked so beautiful in Purple Baju Karung. So beautiful that I actually teared up a little and almost fell to my knees if it wasn't for Gopal, not without snickering of course.
The wedding was everything we both imagined. Guest having fun, Bridesmaids and Groomsmen making us play games with them, the vows, the toast, dance,
Everything.
The rest of my elementals married her in their respective planets a year later. It was fun, honestly. Having 7 weddings was supposed to be a hassle but of course, My Elementals doesn't want to delay since they waited so long to do this that they want to marry her as soon as possible.
I knew from the start of Fang’s dream of domesticity for a honeymoon. A place where it's just the two of us, and so our honeymoon was not the usual luxury holiday to a foreign city, but a month at a humble lakeside cottage in the forest of Puala Rintis. My Elementals similarly followed that rule all because Fang is happiest in simplicity.
Being surrounded by nature and watching lotus bloom in the lake, where there’s nothing else in the world that matters beside them is everything what Fang wants. No missions, no reports (surprisingly for her, thanks to her infamous reputation of being a workaholic Captain) and lastly, no distractions.
Me and the Elementals each spend one month of our respective honeymoon in Fang's arms, full of warmth and laughter with kisses in between.
I lift my left hand, gently untangling the knots as my Brown hair shine brightly in the afternoon sunset. I smiled to myself, imagining her curled up somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be, stubbornly comfortable with Blizzard's whale plushie, one hand resting over the small lives growing inside. Our unborn baby twins.
My twins.
The feeling still felt foreign. Yet, to me, it felt-
Precious.
I exhaled slowly as I reached the house. I was about to take out my keys when my communicator HoloChat buzzed.
'Shit. I forgot to report the mission to KoKo Ci.'
I groaned, pulling out the device to accept the call. There the apparition of Kommander KoKo Ci appeared, looking same as ever.
The next ten minutes passed in a blur. I spent in between nodding and offering the occasional grumble as Kommander KoKo Ci kept talking. I was in no mood for this conversation. I was aching to go hug Fang and talk to my babies.
Finally, KoKo Ci seemed to understand that I was slowly losing my patience, but can you blame me?! I just want to see Fang, hug her, and never let her go, even if she protests adorably.
He ended the call and I rushed to get my keys and open the front door. I swung it open and,
And my world stopped.
Fang is in the middle of the living room, determinedly trying to drag a box that weighs more than she does.
And she's seven months pregnant.
With our twins.
'She's doing it. Again'.
It only took 10 minutes to take a damn call from Kommander KoKo Ci to report him about finishing the mission and now this.
I could feel my left eye twitching and my elementals having their jaw dropped inside my mindscape, most of them still shell shock with Fang's audacity and the rest is yelling. More like Voltra and Nova is yelling.
I snapped as the file released from my gripping palm. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!?" She jumps slightly, snapped her head towards me, looking at me like a deer caught in headlights. Her shoulders tensed but it relaxed when she saw me standing there with my arms crossed.
She was wearing my white t-shirt with the word written "Ready, Player 3 and 4! Enter the Game", an oversized one due to our height difference as it reaches her thighs and I realized that she was wearing black shorts. If it weren't for the serious situation that's happening right now, I would have hugged her tightly and admire my wife without any interruption.
But not now.
"It's just the baby clothes box", she says softly. "I wanted to organize the closet before you came back. How's the mission, Hun?" I blink. Once. Twice. My mouth agape like she insulted my honour.
'Did she just seriously asked me how I'm feeling after she carried a box that probably has stones in it!'
I stride over, pull the box away from her when she made a startled squeak and placed it a good five feet out of her reach.
Then I turned to her, my face annoyed. "Sayang", I said, keeping my voice steady. "Yes, Oboi?" she replied, looking innocent. As if she didn't bench press to get a damn baby box. "Sit down", I gestured toward the plush cream color couch behind her. She rolled her eyes and huffed, "I'm not a dog."
I raised my eyebrows at her huffing, "No. You're a stubborn, impossible woman pregnant with our twins in your stomach, trying to rupture a disc just to organize baby onesies." She crosses her arms and murmured, "I was being careful."
I shake my head in disbelief, "You were squatting like you were doing a yoga class. Now sit. Please." I requested at the last word.
She huffed again but obliged, lowering herself carefully onto the cushions. Her arms remained tightly crossed and she refused to look at me. But her glare was nothing more than an adorable little kitten, trying to take a bath for the first time.
I inhaled a deep breath and exhaled through my nose. Inside my mindscape, My elementals are threatening to break out, wanting to voice their concerns to her.
~Inside the Mindscape~
"Master!! Please let us out! She needs the magic dose of being wrapped in a burrito blanket! Like right now!" Nova was flailing his arms around like a maniac, his bright orange hair with a white streak is wild and messy with his dramatic flair.
Blizzard groaned as he rolled his azure blue eyes with Ice sparkles that is glowing at Nova's acting skills which suspiciously looks like he's auditioning for the role of Juliet.
"Stop embarrassing yourself, will you? Our wife is sitting on that couch, she doesn't need you nagging when she's literally glaring at us." Blizzard sighed, more annoyed at Nova's antics and his wife's carelessness then his usual tiredness.
Blizzard's finger is combing his powder blue colour hair in an attempt to calm himself. Sitting on a large water bubble, he is too lazy to move but not that lazy enough to comment and watch the Mindscreen.
"Glaring like an feisty kitten with upgraded claws, might I add~" Tempest chuckled as he sat on the hoverboard in the air, smiling at how his wife glared at them and adorably failing.
Tempest grinned like a lovesick fool, his hand on his chin while his light blue eyes with wind currents spiraling around the dark blue pupils is watching the Mindscreen.
Jungle nodded rapidly as he giggled, hanging upside down on vines and resting both of his arms behind his unique Leaf Green hair as his light green eyes are twinkling with joy, "Yup! My wife is so cute!!! Hehehehe."
"You mean....... OUR wife. Honestly Jungle, you act like she's your wife only and not ours. Well, news flash, she's married to us and have our wedding ring on her right finger. Gosh! I pity Moonlight for dealing with your Incompetent Idiocracy." Gamma rolled his eyes as he scoffed at Jungle.
His mood is pretty much dampened and no amount of science facts would ease his mind at the scene today. He understood why Fang did that, it is natural for her to be independent and do everything by herself. He even understood that Fang was just tired of being handled like a fragile porcelain doll and wanted to do ease their burden by helping.
But that's why they are here, aren't they?
What kind of husband's are they if they don't do the bare minimum to help their wife who's literally doing a miracle work.
"Help me Quabaq, she better not do another stunt like that ever again. I'm seriously going to have a stroke." Krystal put both hands to his face, groaning as he witnessed the shenanigans his wife pulled. He really should beg Gamma to make a potion that would allow him and the others to split into seven - without any short-term memory loss problem - to take care of their wife. If only it were that easy.
Nova was still flailing his arms, now carrying a fluffy penguin blanket, to convince his Master to let him out. Blizzard was this close to freeze his twin if the said twin let out another one of his dramatic noises.
Tempest ignored the twins in favour to gaze lovingly at his wife. Jungle was arguing, while being upside down like a Spiderman, with an annoyed Gamma who's seconds away to blast a light beam at Jungle.
Krystal was shaking his head, knowing fully well what's about to happen since the Thunder Elemental is suspiciously quiet.
Somehow, it took a yell from a certain elemental to silenced them all.
"All of you shut the f-ck up!"
A distant thunder cackling softly at the edge of the eldest elementals mouth from how irritated he is feeling. Voltra is a force to be reckoned with. He didn't say anything after that, he didn't need to truthfully.
His suffocating silence was enough for the others, except Krystal, to stay silent. Even Nova stopped flailing around and Gamma quietly scoffed at his authority but didn't say anything. They didn't need to.
They know how well Voltra is protective of Fang, even more protective than that of the others combined. Because Fang was the one who filled up their emptiness so thoroughly, it has become impossible to picture a world whose center she doesn’t occupy.
"Let Master talk with her and let us become One with Master. In this way, we can easily do what we individually want." Krystal's gentle voice broke the stifling silence. Voltra nodded slowly, agreeing with the Earth Elemental. The others also nodded at Krystal's reasoning.
~Outside the Mindscape~
I let my power surge through me, letting it consume my body and making my elementals be part of me to become One. My once Hazel Brown eye is now a variety of Rainbow colours in my left eye, while my right eye is perfectly Hazel Brown.
Satisfied, we went in front of her, crouched onto our knees, taking both of her hands and kissing her knuckles one by one as softly and gently as we could muster it. "Beloved," we murmur, our voice low and affectionate. "Our beautiful darling, the love of our life." She turned her head towards us when we uttered those words, her cheeks in brilliant shade of pink.
"Our beloved, you're not allowed to lift anything heavier than a spoon until the twins are born. I don't care if you suddenly want to built a twin baby crib with your bare hands or decorate the whole nursery with paint while squatting. You're off duty."
Her eyes softened as she gave a small yet gentle smile. "I just wanted to help." "You're helping," we said, placing our left hand gently on her bump. The sunlight grazed the window, casting a warm glow that caught the ring on our finger. The light danced across the gold band, making the tiny amethyst glisten.
"You're growing twins, a literal half human-half alien babies. That's more than enough, Beloved. Let us do the heavy lifting." She bites her lip to hide her smile. "You all are being very bossy."
We raised our eyebrows, "We're being a responsible husbands and fathers." We say flatly. "Dads mode is real and surprisingly, it's violent. Do not test us."
That makes her laugh. The kind that lights up the whole room. Then she leans down, brushed the hair from our forehead and kissed it, a kiss that set an entire race of butterflies racing through our stomach. It made our heart skipped a beat. Forget a skipped beat. Our heart skipped a whole song and if it skipped any more songs, it'd have no playlist left.
She presses her forehead against mine. "All of you are going to be good dads," she said, smiling. "We are already good dads." We whisper, letting our right hand brush her wavy purple hair back. "We're protecting you from bad decisions and untimely hunger. Especially you."
We point our chin down to the already swollen belly of Fang's. We smiled, mouth curled into a wide grin. Speaking to our twins in a normal, soft, sunshine-parent way, "You need to help me convince your Mama not to do any work, ok?" We kissed the top of the swollen belly and lingering there, not wanting to move.
She melts into us, her left hand resting on mine over her belly, her gold band shines brightly with an Orange Sunstone that requires no lights and then, right there, we felt the tiniest two kicks all at once.
Our chest clenches as we couldn't stop our smile. Our cheeks were hurting but we didn't care. Our babies knows their Papa's.
We looked at Fang. Her beautiful face, filled with gentle smile and softened eyes. So captivating like the full moon - Oh My God, this beautiful goddess was theirs only - that the world stopped spinning for a moment for 8 husband's with one (me!) having hazel-colored eyes and the other rainbow colored eyes, shared with the Elementals. Me and my Elementals would never seize the chance to be tired of admiring our gorgeous wife.
We look at her and then look at the swell of her belly. All we can think of is-
Mine.
Mine to Protect. Mine to Love. Mine to Spoil.
Mine forever and always.
We smothered her belly with soft kisses, as gentle as a feather's touch. A peaceful silence dawned on us until Fang broke the silence. "Okay." She murmurs, "No more lifting or squatting. I promise." "Good." We exclaimed, kissing the tip of her nose. "Because if you do, either me or your other husband's will wrap you in a bubble wrap and carry you everywhere. I mean it, Beloved."
She rolled her eyes for the time, but fondly this time, "As if." "Fang." We used our voice of authority, somewhere in between scolding her for her stubbornness and worrying about her. "Fine, fine. But you're not wrapping me in bubble wrap." She finally surrendered but not without protesting at the end. I smirked as I let the left side of my face rest on top of her right thigh, which is just as soft as I remember.
I took her right hand and intertwined it, her hand was surprisingly delicate. On her ring finger, she wore an acrostic wedding band given to her by the Elementals. The ring featured a sequence of stones:
Ruby for Voltra
Sapphire for Tempest
Yellow Topaz for Krystal
Orange Citrine for Nova
Blue Zircon for Blizzard
Emerald for Jungle
and lastly, a Diamond for Gamma.
"Watch me prove you wrong, Beloved." We squeezed our intertwined fingers, smiling as her laughter rang out like a morning bell. "I'll complain to Pops, he'll agree with me. Even Abang as well. You're at loss, Hun." Fang replied, giggling as we shot her a look of "Are you sure about that?".
"Define complain. Because if you're doing push ups while being pregnant, surely Uncle Pian and Admiral Kaizo will take our side. Albeit reluctantly, mind you." We hummed as we placed a chaste kiss on her thigh. "Actually, they will be the one to wrap you like a burrito. We have no issues there. See Beloved, we still won. I bet you on that"
"Oh really? Make no mistake, Hun. Even if Pops and Abang agree to the 'bubble wrap technique,' the moment I frown and they drop their plan right in front of you, all bets are off." Fang leans back on the couch with that warm, contented glow that pregnant woman get when they know they've won the argument just by existing and smiling that sinfully innocent smile.
And us? Well,
We knelt at her feet and rested our chin on top of her belly. Placing one hand on the left side of her bump and another curled around hers, fingers intertwined. The only thing occupying our mind is that-
"We're already fiercely in love with the little life we both created."