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Leon typed away at the laptop, reports needing to be filled and submitted. But his mind was more focused on the heat lamp that sat on the nightstand next to his bed.
Beneath said lamp was a massive, beautiful blue egg that would glitter if one were to stand in just the right position. While the egg may have a pattern resembling scales, it’s smooth and warm to the touch.
Leon gives a frustrated sigh and closes his laptop, setting it aside. He’s clearly unable to concentrate on the task at hand. He never liked filling out reports in the first place. He was a field agent for a reason.
Seems everything’s pissing him off. Tonight was supposed to be a simple night of getting some reports filled out, and yet, Leon didn’t want to do shit. All he wants is to hold his daughter’s egg and for the world to fuck off.
It didn't help that when he had lunch, the buffalo chicken sandwich had no spice, and he ended up adding some Buldak sauce for a kick.
Lying down, Leon turns to his side and stares at the egg warming under the lamp. It has been at least a month since he received information on where his daughter had last hidden a rebirth egg. He didn’t even wait for the information to be verified. Once he heard of where the egg could be, he left to search.
When he returned, he had been scolded by anyone and everyone that he ran into. Medical staff, Sherry, Hunnigan, higher-ups in the D.S.O, even Chris. Leon understood why everyone was upset with him, but he didn’t care. The only thing on his mind was the safe return of his daughter.
The door to the bedroom creaks open, and Leon rolls over to find his husband walking in, freshly showered and wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
“How’s the report going?”
Leon scrunched his nose and groaned, “Rather throw the damned laptop out the window.”
“It’s D.S.O property,” Chris snorts.
“I can afford to buy a new one,” Leon grunts. He turns his head to his daughter’s egg.
“Staring isn’t going to make her hatch any time sooner.”
Feeling the bed dipping from the weight of his husband, Leon turns his head to stare at the ceiling. He really didn’t want to deal with anything related to his job.
“Having a hard time?” Chris asks, an arm snaking its way across the other’s waist.
“No,” Leon answers, “I just don’t want to deal with work shit in my house.”
“Thought you were doing remote work at home was a compromise?” Chris hums, “You refused to go into the office.”
“Hey now,” Leon huffed, “I could go into the office just fine, but don’t feel comfortable leaving our daughter alone. And I sure as hell do not feel comfortable having her egg in any D.S.O facility.”
“You're too much of a mother hen.” Chris sighs with a light shake of his head, “What’s wrong?”
Leon turned his head to Chris with raised brow, “Nothing’s wrong. Had a normal day.”
“Really now?” Chris didn’t seem convinced, “Leon, I can tell when something’s off. You’re moodier than normal.”
Leon rolled his eyes with a snort, “I work for the government. Why wouldn’t I be moody?”
“I don’t think it’s work that has you all grumpy,” Chris hums, “How was your day?”
Leon’s face twisted into a confused expression, “It was normal. Lunch was a buffalo chicken sandwich, and that bitch had no spice on it. I had to add some Buldak to taste something, and— the hell is that look for?”
“Honey,” Chris raised both brows and wondered if his husband had not heard his own words, “What did you have for lunch?”
“Chris, I just told you,” Leon rolled his eyes and huffed, “A buffalo chicken sandwich that had no spice, so I put Buldak sauce on…it…”
Chris waited as Leon seemed to process what he had said twice. He gave his husband all the time he needed to realize the gravity of what his words meant.
“Chris… I think… I need to make an appointment with Rebecca soon,” Leon sighed, “It would explain why I haven’t heard from Brooklyn in a while. Her mission probably didn’t go well.”
“You don’t normally like spicy food, and you were talking like her,” Chris chuckles as he pulls Leon to himself until the other was lying his head on his chest, “I’ll get a hold of my team and see if there’s anything they can find on Brooklyn’s mission. Seems both girls had missions that didn’t go well,”
“To think I’m carrying one and having to heat the other. What a time this is going to be,” Leon stretched his leg over his husband’s hips, “Oh, I know D.S.O is going to be pissed about this development."
“You sound a bit too giddy when you said that” Chris hums, rubbing the other’s back.
“I don’t know what you're talking about.” Leon chuckles, but a moment later huffs, “I’m going to have to deal with a mutated Plaga wiggling in me, though.”
“This isn’t the first time you’ve carried her. She likes to stay somewhere near the right side of your abdomen,” Chris says, “It’s still strange that both girls' regeneration ability is like this.”
“Brooklyn likes to be helpful when she can. It makes surgery easier,” Leon hums, “I call it ‘rebirth’ for a reason. This ability is more rebirth-like than regeneration. Since for this ability to work, they have to kick the bucket first.”
“It still feels like regeneration… but more… complicated,” Chris shrugs.
“Enough,” Leon yawns, “Rishima’s sleeping and I don’t want to wake her.”
“You sound tired as well,” Chris whispers, “Get some sleep. Work can wait.”
Leon nuzzles his face into Chris’ chest with a hum as his eyes close, and soon he’s fallen into a light slumber.
Chris continues to rub Leon’s back for a while as he lets his mind wander on how Leon ends up finding such strange daughters to adopt. A B.O.W dragon and a mutated Plaga as daughters isn’t something anyone would consider normal, but Leon was anything but.
Their family was strange, but Chris would have it any other way.