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Lúcio had been thinking about having kids for a while, but he never knew how to bring it up to Jamie. It never seemed like the right time, the right place. They were always on the run, dodging bounty hunters and paparazzi. Not a way to raise a child.
Until one day, they were sitting in their shared bunk at the Watchpoint. Lúcio was mixing a new track (though he hated the headphones they had given him since his professional ones stopped working), and Jamie was working on some new kind of bomb.
Lúcio sat at the computer desk, the wheeled chair made navigating the room without his leg prostheses much easier. He would always take them off every night to avoid any kind of residual limb pain, which he had experienced before and would prefer not to again.
Jamie fumbled with his tools, a few loudly clamoring to the floor. Lúcio heard this through the crap headphones and took them off.
“Babe, what’s up?” he asked, looking over at Jamie.
“Oi, its nothin’, mate. Don’t worry yer pretty lil ‘ead over it.”
“It’s obviously somethin’. You know I can see right through that.”
Jamie didn’t respond. Just went back to his bomb.
“Come on, Jamie, you know I hate when you do that.”
“Wot?”
“Don’t tell me nothin’s up.”
“It’s stupid, okay? Don’t worry ‘bout it.”
Lúcio pushed himself from the desk and scooted over to Jamie. He rested his chin on top of the other man’s head and started to rub his shoulders.
“Talk to me, babe.”
“Shit,” Jamie muttered to himself.
He put the tools down and turned around.
“Sit ‘own.” He gestured to the bed.
Lúcio did as directed, settling himself near the middle of the mattress. Jamie sat on the edge, facing his long-term boyfriend.
His leg stump ached, and he wasn’t sure if it was from not taking his prosthetic off in days or the anxiety of the situation.
Jamie reached for the release on his own prosthetic, but Lúcio stopped him.
“Lemme get that,” he said, gently pulling the limb away.
He set the peg leg on the floor next to the bed.
Lúcio started to massage the stump, something that Jamie always appreciated. As a fellow amputee, Lúcio knew how painful it could be to wear a prosthetic for too long.
“Now, what was it you wanted to talk about?” Lúcio said, his thumbs slowly working the tension out of Jamie’s leg.
“So we’ve been together a while now.”
“Yeah.”
“‘Ave you ever thought about…..”
“Are sayin’ what I think you’re sayin’?”
“Marriage?” “Kids?” Lúcio and Jamie said at the same time, respectively.
“What?” “Wot?”
“You first.” “You first, mate.”
“Fuck okay, stop.” “Shit, mate, wot?”
Lúcio broke the chain with a laugh and, “Woah, woah slow down.”
“Do you wanna, maybe, ‘ave kids?”
Lúcio smiled ear-to-ear. “God, you have no idea how long I’ve been thinkin’ about that.”
“So...”
“Yeah, oh hell yeah!”
“That’s great!” Jamie laughed and leaned over to kiss Lúcio.
Lúcio smiled and melted into the kiss. He moved his hands from Jamie’s leg to his face and held him close as mismatched arms pulled him in.
Lúcio broke the kiss and leaned their foreheads together.
“You know, the Watchpoint isn’t exactly the best place for a kid.”
“We’ll get a ‘ouse somewhere. First, I got some things to sort out back ‘ome.”
“Better not take too long. I’m thinkin’ of the best place right now.”
Lúcio knew of a house for sale in his neighborhood back home in Rio. The town had been thriving since Vishkar had been forced out, almost reaching its previous glory.
He vowed to himself when he was young, he would raise his children the same way he was. His upbringing made him the person he is today, and he wanted to give his kids the same chance.
Lúcio had made all of the phone calls in secret, either very early or very late due to the time difference. All he had to do was to go back home and sign the paperwork.
The house was his.
His dream had begun to come true. The dream he had since he was a kid. The circumstances had definitely changed, sure, but it was happening. Settling down with the person he loves in his hometown, having as many kids as they wanted or could handle.
He had told his parents he was coming back, too. And they’d even have a grandkid or two, after all the years of Lúcio saying he didn’t want kids. This changed him.
It's finally happening. For him. For them.