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dearestlouis · 3 years

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𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅,

Today is our 6th month of being together and I'm so happy to have you in my life. I'm not a perfect one for you, but you always told me that I'm the prettiest ever. Who's lucky? Absolutely me. Through this, I want to show you that there are so many people who support us. And I'd love to welcome the baby together with you. We shall to hold each other's hands tightly, I love you the most! xx

𝑨 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 :

⋆ Hello, dearest Joy and my twin Johnny.

I'm so glad to see this couple at first. You guys look so great together and I must say that you guys are the best couple I've ever seen! I wish you guys nothing but happiness; I hope your marriage life will always be romantic and last long. Can't wait till I see you guys have a kid.👀 Wishing all of the best for you guys! —JOHNTSUH

⋆ Starting off this message to Johnny oppa and Joy unnie for reaching another month together! It probably was not an easy road but both of you went through it well together and I hope it'll stay that way for a loooong time! Congratulations and happy monthsary once again! 🥳 — KlMSOHYUNN

⋆ MEMLO LOVEBIRDS! Congratulations for reaching another happy moment together. I hope both of your love will keep getting bigger every day! Thank you for taking care of my unnie well ❤️ stay longlast! —KAGNMlNAH

⋆ Hello Joy and her husband, I am very happy to see you have come this far and I hope you will be together forever. Your marriage is proof and witness that your love will always be united until your hair turns white. I pray for your good, make it last guys. 🤍 —roisiepark

⋆ Hello, Johnny hyung and Joy noona. J2(?) so there will be J3? i believe it will since Joy noona is having something called cutiebean inside her tummy right? i'm so happy for the two of you. Wow time flies that quick now Johnny hyung will become a father, Joy noona will become a mother and i will become an .... uncle? omg congratulations to both of you i'm very happy for both of you! not only that, i also want to congratulate you both for spending 6 months together. it is quite a long time, you guys have gone ups and downs together for so long. I hope you two will always be happy, your time always filled with love and always cheerish each moment together. I'm beyond happy for both of you. 🤍 — HENDEURl

⋆ happy monthsary lovebirds! anyways, as you guys going to be a parents soon, i have a strong feeling that this is the beginning of many great things. have fun discovering the surprises and perks of being parents. i will keep you in my prayers and also thank you so much for making me an auntie. can't wait to meet your ray of sunshine💛 — withlovewheein

⋆ Hello there, my sweetest brother and his beloved! I am feeeeling so great to hear that both of you have reached the sixth months of living with each other. I only have one wish that i want both of you always stay together and sharing bunch of memories together. Thank you for taking care of my brother, and please love him and take care of him well. 🥺 Happy 6th monthsarry! 💗 — Kakak Ayel sayangnya Tobi.

⋆ Good day, johoenny the peepee 👉🏻👌🏻💦 HAHAHAHAHA.

First of all, damn your wife is sweet ay. I can see now why you were so eager to make the baby🤡

But well! Happy 6th monthsarry to both of you🔥🔥🔥 it may be a short yet long journey but i know both of you can last really really long. Hope you 2 will stay sweet and lovey-dovey like this.

And also for Joy, i wish the best for your pregnancy! Im sure the baby will be as strong as the parents *lets pray that johnny's horny genes wont get into the baby 🤡*.

Best luck for everything, guys!

P.s please do tell me the birth date so i can come unlike the wedding 💀 — bobbyrxnika

⋆ Hi, lovebirds. It’s been a while since my last wishes on your wedding day and now i’m gonna throw some words again for you two. So, how’s your marriage life? It’s fun right? Even i don’t really know how you treat each other, but i can see Johnny can be a perfect husband for Joy since she always talk about how lovely Johnny is. And i’m very thankful for keeping my sister safe with you, Johnny. Also, congratulation soon-to-be parents! Promise i will buy some good stuffs for my niece/nephew later! I hope you both will only meet the happiness in life for a very long time! ♡

Sincerely,

kembang desa cicaheum.

⋆ Happy 6th monthsary, my favorite love birds.

May you both love and care for each other as you do today till infinite. may you create countless memories in coming years and grow stronger each day. may this monthsary be magical enough to add great love, care, and compassion in your live.

With love,

Vira [TAENGIM]

⋆ Hello to the cutest couple ever, Johnny oppa and Joy unnie! First thing first, thank you so much for inviting me to your wedding (it is one of the most memorable things that I’ve ever had in this world!) so for you two.. I wish you two for always be surrounded by happiness. Please enjoy all those quality time you could spend together. I hope nothing would butt into you two’s happiness. Stay healthy and happy! <3

Love, Siyeon.

⋆ To the most adorable and sweetest couple on earth, Alodie and Louis, congratulations for reaching up another milestones in your relationship! I notice how both of you being a simp for each other and that's wonderful. Louis, I would bid my utmost thanks for taking care of Odie really well, you know I always count on you when it comes to her. May both of you be blessed with happiness and more love for another upcoming journey, another anniversaries, to no end. Keep on sailing and be happy, always.

With love,

Buna Lily.

⋆ Happy 6th Monthsarry to you, lovebirds! 🕊❤️

There’s nothing as wonderful as seeing a happily married pair. Your happiness always reflects by the smile in your face and the delight in your eyes. And I as Alodie's beloved mom would like to personally thank Johnny for taking a well care of my daughter. Thank you for making her the happiest she ever been! May the love you have for each other continue to blossom like a rose with each of the passing month (and even year). You have all my greatest wishes and blessings. 🤍 And oh, I'm praying all the best for the baby too. 😜 Grow healthily, little one.

With love,

Adrianne L. Edelstein

⋆ Congratulations for being 6 months together with Joy unnie. Thank you for taking care of her well and make her happier than before. The road is still long way to go, so, i hope the love will always lights up the way. Please always be the lovely couple and lovely siblings for me.

— Kim Yerim

⋆ Best wishes to both of you on your Monthsary. May the love that you share last your lifetime through, as you make a wonderful pair. Happy Monthsary Johnny hyung and Joy noona.

- Doy

⋆ This message is aim to the dearest couple, Alodie and her husband. Time flies, I bet your relationship as a husband and wife is finally reaching a month old. Congratulations for that, I sincerely happy for you two. I wishes both of you to be happy with each other and I wish it'll wrapped with abundant blessing, jolity, and prosperity around so you could have the dream life you've dreamt about. Long live the couple! ♥️

— Calliope, X.

⋆ Happy mensiversary, Joy unnie with her beloved husband. 💗 May the ties that bind you grow ever stronger and hold you steadfast amidst your fears and uncertainties. Never stop being each other’s best friends, and always be each other’s priorities. I love seeing you both in love. Stay this way forever! 🌹

— Aeri

⋆ Hello, Johnny and Joy, oho I just realized that you both are Js. I am here going to congratulate both of you for another months you guys have spent together. Also the fact that Johnny is going to be a daddy soon!

As for my wish is for you both to have a happy and healthy long lasting relationship, being supportive towards each other and take a good care of each other more, okay? Johnny is a good person and I trust him that he will be a good dad and husband too. Also you should love Joy more each day, or I’ll beat your peepee John. OK JK.

Happy 6th Monthsarry!

Love,

Chu.

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lady-o-ren · 6 years

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Prologue

Read the above link for the full backstory.

Chapter 1

In all of James Fraser's nineteen years he could recall exactly how many days of sunshine he had seen.

How many times his mother's nose was reddened and freckled from it's bite. How they escaped the heat in pools of chilly water that turned them head to toe blue and wrinkled like newborns.

On the days, ones particular in brightly warmth, Jamie would wonder if his father were happy.

Did he too like to watch the flicker of colors shine along the scales of trout as they made their way downstream?

Did he find great delight in his silver coated cheetie Adso, in serious mortal combat with his tail?

Or had his gaze fallen on his mother, hair loose from it's pins in soft waves of crimson gold as she brushed away, lost in dreamy contentment?

On cloudy days dense with fog that shrouded all that lay outside his doorstep or ones filled with thunder so resounding Jamie could feel his teeth rattle, he was sure his father was upset with him.

Was it when he spilled their meager amount of milk on the floors?

When he'd forgotten to latch the door to the chicken coop allowing for their only two birds to flee?

Or maybe it was the many times Jamie used his fists, knees, elbows and all he had on the local boys, whose tongues of bitter spittle were too much to ignore.

What frustrated Jamie was that his mother had no answers when questioned. Only blind faith in her love and the world touched by him. Yet, he could see the waver in her spirit every year that passed, as the lines around her eyes grew slowly deeper with somber defeat until that day in the fields revitalized her anew with blessings of her unwavering devotion.

It only infuriated Jamie more.

Why would his father deny his presence in their lives.

Why wait so long to make Jamie's gift known, a gift where life sprouted from his hands that he still found startling to fathom.

Even now, he could see the shape of it hidden amongst the clouds as a hazy, distant obstruction, it's ray's stubbornly turned away from him in abandonment

That's why Jamie had settled on a plan of action put into motion with a letter.

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Presently

Jamie was walking from the cowshed, a gleam of sweat covered his face and trickled down his neck that he swiped with the cuff of his sleeve. He carried a bucket of fresh warm milk in his hands, the snowy liquid swished along the rim teasing poor Adso, who followed in hungry anticipation, careful of his masters heavy tread.

Three days of blazing sun had passed now.

The flowers bloomed full and bright, their fragrance filling the air of sweetly spring, birdsong was no longer a whisper on the wind but a joyful chorus and the branches of the trees stretched out in a canopy to bathe in sunlight. The life around Jamie seemed to sing in a glowing hum of praise at such a rarity, and he too couldn't help but smile, despite himself.

Jamie's vision caught a glint of light down the road and shielded his eyes to ascertain the source.

"Jamie!" The glint hollered.

"Goistidh!" Jamie called back in happy recognition, and deposited the bucket of milk on the fencepost to run to his godfather.

The man was a fellow kinsman, partial anyway. When Ellen's parents forced her from home when the signs of pregnancy became apparent. She was left destitute and wandered with not but her wits, but wits can only get you so far when you have a bairn growing to the size of a great gourd and making himself known in the most painful of ways.

Murtaugh was a vagabond Ellen had met at an inn she had found work in. She took an instant liking to the mans straight forward demeanor and his lack of judgment. For him, it was love. No one in a hundred miles could be so blind to the man's undying affections the moment he laid eyes on her, and she nearly socked him for gawking at first meeting.

A friendship formed of trust and true honesty of what laid in her womb, Murtaugh had given Ellen the sum that lined his pockets, all that an expectant mother could need, though it was like pulling teeth from a she-wolf to get her to accept. And unintentionally a name. Fraser.

Ellen, touched by his heart of sincerity and generosity, made the decision herself to drop the Mackenzie name that had shunned her and found the fitting of Fraser to her liking.

Now firmly family, Murtaugh would come now and then bearing 'treasures' for the two.

Jamie's favorites had been animals with funny names and faces, intricately carved out of cherry or oak wood. When older, a dirk of Jamie's very own, much to his delight. That soon failed in comparison to the fierce broadsword, two inches of broad double edged steel, with the hilt beautifully carved with interlaced knots on the grip, given at twelve years. Jamie saw it's significance and never drew it in foolishness of play or boasting. It was kept in it's scabbard, only drawn in lessons to wield the blade.

His mother received books, fat and thin of every and all things. Mysterious intrigue that thrilled, romance that left longing and drawn out sighs, tales of heroes from long ago (more a treat for Jamie), practically myths, and philosophy that could screw the mind to a bruising knot. And once, a sterling plated hair brush simply adorned of thistles that she would keep in a fine cloth sleeve in the back of her drawers.

Their relationship, was one that never crossed the barriers of kinship but Jamie couldn't help his observations and his minds own inventions of the two.

"I dinna ken why ye go on as ye do with Murtaugh." Jamie had asked his mother while she was in a quiet mood of knitting. "Ye pay him more mind then any other suitor ye've had and there have been a few."

"I wouldna mind him much, but he's no' who I was meant for and it would be dishonest to give him my hand when I'm bound to another's, even one so far away." She smiled in quiet reply as she twisted the yarn into a loop.

"Yer not marritMam, not to him," Jamie spat, "Who ken's how many lasses he's found bonny -"

"Sàmhach." The smile vanished with a voice that was a low, sharp whisper and silenced Jamie mid sentence. She gripped the knitting needles tightly in her hands, that trembled slightly in response. "Ye may be tall as any man fer yer age but yer never too old for a strapping. Get ye to bed or get me the belt."

Jamie's mother had never raised a hand to him in all his years and the subject of marriage was never brought up again.

"Jamie lad! Och!" Murtaugh shook his head as Jamie came nearer, "I should be calling ye James now. Ye tower over me like yon oak tree." He took a moment to inspect the once wee sapling before embracing him with a hard slap on the back.

"Aye, take after Mam in that respect." Jamie said proudly.

"That ye do, the good parts of ye fer sure." Murtaugh's eyes softened long enough for Jamie to notice and went pink from cheek to ears and quickly looked upward for distraction and found it in the weather.

"It's been shining fearsome of late." Murtaugh grunted with a nod towards the sky.

"Aye, and I promise I willna question it." Jamie grinned at memories at incessant questions that would drive the man to deep gulps of liquor that caught in his beard.

"I prefer a brisk air from time to time, none of this damn jibber jabber of squawkers the light brings, but aye, tis nice." He relented with a shrug that allowed for the strap of his weatherd rucksack to slide down his arm, hastily tied closed and contents now left in partial view.

Jamie tilted his head to take a wee keek but hopes were quickly dashed by a pair of dirtied hands that moved the bag away from sight.

"Maybe ye are still a lad then."

"Curiosity never wanes, especially on a farm." Jamie laughed.

"Aye, but ye'll get yer hands strewn 'bout the fields if ye keep on as ye do. What I have willna spoil with time and I must be seein' yer mam."

"Ye should wash or she'll hand ye a tawsing and she's in a right place to do it."

"What ye mean?"

"She has a blade at the ready just now," Murtaugh raised his brows,his body stiff, "She shot a red stag this morning and is in a skinning mood." Jamie explained with a chuckle and his godfather's frame relaxed.

"Ellen was always good with a bow and a fine eye about her," he smiled fondly and patted his flat stomach. "Even so I'll take my chances, I'm right near starved."

They headed down to the cottage, followed by a miserably drenched Adso, another battle lost for the poor feline.

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During supper, where Murtaugh donned a large swell of a bump on his noggin, he noticed the plentiful mass of food that graced the table before him and queried to the sudden abundance. The answer left him with a dead eye blink of disbelief.

A demonstration with a rose plucked from a small blue vase left him with a gaping jaw for a swarm of flies to dwell in.

"I'm still the same Jamie I always was, just..more of me to know." Jamie finished lamely, trying to reassure his godfather and looked to his mother, almost in question, who nodded in confirmation.

"Aye, same. Same is what ye call the ability to give life? That's the gift that the God above all gives women. What ye have I- I dinna ken." He was dumbfounded for sure and stared in wide eyed awe at Jamie as if he was committing the act again just now.

"I think we may have given poor Murtaugh an apoplexy." Ellen teased.

"Shall we give his plate to Adso, Mam?" Jamie added with a deliberate straight face.

Adso, who had been trying to charm his humans by rubbing affectionately against their calves, meowed in happy enthusiasm at such a lovely idea.

He gripped his plate with a loud grunt. The dark, whiskers on Murtaughs face twitched while his nostrils flared wide like a bull, sending mother and son into hearty laughter.

"Cackle like the hens ye are ye wee ninnies, I willna show ye what's hidin' away fer ye," Murtaugh grumbled as he stuffed his gob.

It was a hollow threat.

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The 'treasures', Murtaugh informed them, were simple this time around, for work as a traveling hired hand had been slim. But something is something, at least he hoped.

For Jamie, a wool tartan of Fraser colors in tones of the earth. Jamie traced the lines with his finger tips, a proud fabric he draped over his broad shoulders smelling mildly of lanolin.

"Verra handsome, mo chridhe." Ellen remarked, as she smoothed the fabric of the young man before her, a faint blush lighting his cheeks.

For the matron of the family Fraser, a pair of bracelets made from the tusks of a boar, lovingly polished to an ivory glow with the tips capped in silver and etched with flowers.

"I ken the'r not finery," Murtaugh mumbled, scratching his beard to near baldness,"not jeweled or gold, just horns of tuskers."

Ellen ignored him and held the bracelets up, the lowering sun catching the ends as if it were truly studded with such splendors. Her eyes, so deeply rich in blue with shades of violet heather at the edges, held a softness, so clearly moved.

"Ye made these, mo sheann duine?"

My old man.

That was as close to a true heart endearment Jamie had ever heard. For the old man himself too.

"Aye." A man of few words when moved and one who couldn't sit in his own ineptitude to voice more.

Murtaugh cleared his throat,"Maybe we could spar a bit, Jamie, see what I can teach ye." Without waiting for an answer he quickly got to his feet and made for the door.

Ellen, seemingly unfazed, looked to Jamie, pulling his drapery away from him and gave her son a push to follow.

"Knock the manners back into your godfather till his ears ring, will ye, mo mhac?"

"Whatever ye say, Mam."

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Outside

After a heated sparring session that left young and old more then a bit breathless, the two men dropped like flies to the cool short grass and had themselves a wee nip of whisky to soothe muscles and joints.

"I dinna remember ye being so skilled with the blade on last meeting." Murtaugh huffed, pulling the collar of his shirt to waff in air.

"I've been taught by the local schoolmaster Murray." Jamie said casually, knowing the response he'd receive right close to his ears.

"Schoolmaster?!" Murtaugh exclaimed as predicted.

"He wasn't one in his youth and since his son marrit a wee thing he took an interest in me, maybe a bit of pity too." Jamie took a heavy swig of the brown liquid, sure to grow him a fleece if he kept on.

"That Murray ken't his sword." Murtaugh rubbed the muscles in his arm, tense from a blocked over head strike." Damn, sure."

Silence overtook them as they sat side by side watching the sun dip low behind the crest of the mountain range, washing them in a light of dying embers of ruby bronze and the air became crisp once more.

Now was as good as time as any. Jamie knew when he saw the man that it was providence, his lucky star of hope throwing him yet another bone of what he had been denied. That the letter received a few weeks ago was now a reality for the answers of his youth to be fullfilled.

"I plan on leaving, Murtaugh," Jamie spoke, his voice gruff from the sting of whisky," I want to see a bit of the world before I'm auld and greyed," not a total lie," and I want ye to look after mam for me."

"Does yer mother know?" Jamie expected a string of curses and questions, a whack definitely, but his godfathers voice was oddly soft in Scots to Jamie's ears. A man striving for patience and understanding.

"I think she may know already." Jamie thumbed the mouth of the whiskey bottle, as a tremble of nerves pulsed in his belly, "She's seen other lads leave their home, far younger than I and lately she's been sweeter than buttermilk to me." She was always sweet with him. "I've waited three seasons of crops to put more then enough coins to line her pocket…more then enough for what I need to do."

"Three?" The tone of the older man was lightly accusatory. "This plan of yers has been grinding in yer mind, hasn't it?" He swiped the bottle and gulped down the last of the amber drops.

Jamie was hesitant to reveal the correspondence he had been keeping, of the last letters contents, worried that the danger of such an endeavor would be met with him being hog tied. He scratched his wrist at the thought.

"Dinna fash, I willna be like my father. I plan on coming back home, as quickly as the wind can carry me, I assure ye."

Murtagh tapped his palm against his knee in contemplation with his head hanging low but eyes on the last of the horizons light, longer then Jamie would have imagined.

"I'll care for Ellen's well being while ye have yer walkabout," he answered softly,and I wish ye a swift and safe journey, Jamie. Just use yer heid." The expected slap finally made contact.

"Thank ye, Goistidh." Jamie stood, wiping his breeks of grass when a thought crossed his mind that curled his lips to a beaming grin," And when I come back I hope to see you and Mam hand in hand." Jamie scampered off like a child who had bested his elder, leaving the man reddened to an alarming degree with a string of mumbled curses under his breath.

It was only when Murtaugh raised himself to follow Jamie's path did he notice…

The grass was knee high now where Jamie had stepped.

Flowers that had never graced the fields bloomed in his wake.

And the man the cause of such a sight, his back to him now heading to homes embrace, unaware of how he was now lit within. A ray gently, gently aflame.

***The scene with the tusks I pulled straight from the book

Thank you to everyone for the response to this and my oneshot!! Writing is not natural for me so the support was wonderful.

Also my wifi is going to be on the fritz so the next update might be awhile.

#outlander fanfiction #outlander fanfic #outlander #jamie x claire #Claire is coming I promise #crash!bang!boom!love!!

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chocobroing · 7 years

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A New World Chapter 6~Gladio/OFC, Ignis/OFC, Noctluna, Promdy NSFW!

Tagging: @themissimmortal, @lady-asuka, @ignis-scientia-estrogen-brigade, @itshaejinju, @poisonous-panda, @dirtyffxvconfession, @xnoctits, @cupnoodle-queen, @chocobro-daydreams, @nifwrites

Warnings: Horror movies, sexual content, bath sex, childbirth

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Chapter 6: A Day in the Life

A few days after Christmas, the snow got really bad. It was a borderline blizzard. The roads were closed and no one could get to work. The snow was about seven feet tall and a snow truck couldn’t get out there. The only one who went to work was Gladio so he could help anyone who was stuck in the storm. Ella never really worried about Gladio when he worked because he knew what he was doing, but here she was praying that he was going to be okay and that he wouldn’t get stuck in the snow.

Ignis, who adjusted to having his sight back in his remaining eye, made everyone some warm soup and hot chocolate and they lit a fire in the fireplace to keep the house warm just in case the power went out. It probably wouldn’t because Ella’s father installed a backup generator for the backup generator. Ella wasn’t worried about the power, but she was worried sick about Gladio. She gazed down at her sparkling engagement ring on her left ring finger and prayed to God that he would make it out of the storm in one piece. She just got him. She couldn’t lose him now. She wouldn’t survive if she lost him.

Prompto, the ever-glowing sunshine, noticed Ella nibbling on her bottom lip nervously and decided to cheer her up. He sat down next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“Hey, don’t worry, Ella,” he said cheerfully, causing her to gaze at him with a furrowed brow. “I know Gladio. He’s tough. A little storm like this is nothing. He’s held back three Behemoths at the same time. He went up against the Blade Master and survived.”

“The Blade Master?” That piqued Ella’s curiosity and it took her mind off worrying. “Who’s that?”

“He was original Shield to the King,” answered Prompto, thinking back to what Gladio told him. “You see, after Gladio had his pride bruised by Ravus Nox Fleuret, Luna’s brother, he left the group and joined up with Marshal Cor Leonis, a friend of Noct’s dad. Cor knew where the dungeon housing the Blade Master was and Gladio wanted to go up and claim the honor of fighting said Master. Gladio got knocked down a few pegs when he first went up against the Master and he trained hard to reach a level that rivaled the Master. Finally, he managed to best the Blade Master and claimed his sword. Gladio learned that Cor also fought the Master but he survived when most men died. That’s where Cor got his moniker ‘The Immortal’. Gladio got some of his scars from it. Gladio’s tough, Ella. You don’t need to worry about him.”

Ella nodded in consideration and was slightly awed that her fiancé went up against such a dangerous foe and survived. She knew Gladio was a tough fighter but she never knew about the Blade Master story.

“So, the Blade Master was a ghost?” she asked, thinking about the man Gladio fought against.

“Not exactly,” replied Prompto. “In my world, magic was real and it kept his will alive. He was waiting for the chosen Shield that would protect the chosen King. Gladio proved himself worthy—of living and power.”

“That sounds like my Gladio,” said Ella, smiling to herself. “He’s too stubborn to quit.”

“That he is,” mused Prompto, nodding. “He’s not a quitter and he refuses to let others quit. His father and sister were the same way.”

“Wait, Gladio has a sister?” That came as a shock to Ella because he never talked about his family.

“Yeah,” replied the blonde, nodding again. “Didn’t the big guy tell you?”

“No,” said Ella bitterly, narrowing her eyes in anger. “He didn’t tell me anything. Why wouldn’t he tell me?”

“I’ve known Gladio for a long time,” said Prompto hesitantly. “It probably hurts him to talk about his family. His father died when the Empire attacked our home. According to some documents I’ve read, Lord Amicitia’s body was placed right next to the king’s when they took over Insomnia. Gladio never had time to grieve for his father the right way. He took out his anger on everyone, mostly Noctis because Noct was not hiding his grief from everyone. Ignis was the mediator in our group so he had to frequently tell Gladio to back off of Noctis. Iris, Gladio’s sister, survived the attack on our home because some loyal servants of the Amicitias and we met up with her in Lestallum. She, too, was affected by her father’s death but she hated to let anyone see it. I’ve walked in on her crying a few times and was sworn to secrecy not to tell anyone. Do you get it now?”

Ella’s anger melted away and she felt immense pity for Gladio and his sister, who was pushed out into the real world too quick. She knew Gladio wasn’t one for showing weakness. He always acted too macho to reveal the feelings in his heart and when he did, he did it out of anger. He never hit anyone but he would raise his voice and say sharp things.

“I’ve told him about my family life,” remarked Ella, still curious. “Why didn’t he tell me about his?”

“Some things are more painful than others, Eleanor,” said Ignis, sitting down on the couch. “It’s not easy for Gladio to admit that he is flesh and blood too. During the time Noctis was in the Crystal, Gladio told me that he regretted not telling his father that he loved him. Gladio, of course, would tell his father that he loved him, but Gladio felt he didn’t say it enough.”

“I see,” whispered Ella, nodding, with a sad expression on her face. “Poor guy. No one would know he is carrying all that baggage around. He’s always so happy and content.”

Ignis gave her a soft smile. “Being around a loved one can change everything,” he said gently, placing a hand on her arm. “He confided in me that with you, everything will be okay. He told me that you make him feel better. You make him happier, Eleanor. You’re the reason for the twinkle in his eyes and the joy in his heart.” The sincerity of Ignis’s words made her smile and she felt a little better.

She didn’t want to dwell on depressing things so she decided to change the subject. “How about we have a movie day?” she suggested. “I’ve set up the Blu-Ray player to watch The Conjuring. What do you guys think?”

“Isn’t The Conjuring a horror movie?” asked Prompto, looking a bit nervous. “They’re not my cup of tea.”

“Oh, come on, Prompto,” said Noctis, appearing from relatively nowhere. “It’s not that bad.”

“Okay,” said the blonde, looking a bit hesitant. “But, if I end up with nightmares, I’m kicking Gladio’s ass.”

“Fair enough,” remarked Ella, shrugging as she went the put the disc in the player.

…

About thirty minutes into the movie, Prompto was clinging to Cindy and burying his face into her shoulder. Freya was hiding her face in Ignis’s shirt, trembling in fear. Luna had a protective hand over her stomach and used Noctis’s shirt as her vision block. Ignis, Noctis, Cindy, and Ella just stared at the screen in awestruck fascination. When Prompto thought it was safe, he turned and looked back at the movie only to hide again because it showed the witch Bathsheba. To make himself feel better, he started up a conversation with Ella.

“Y-you know, you and Gladio remind me of Ed and Lorraine,” he remarked in a shaky voice, making it a mission to avoid looking at the movie.

“How so?” asked Ella, chuckling, not taking her eyes off the screen. “Those two are the best power couple ever. Noct and Luna are more like them.”

“Thanks,” said Noct brightly, seeing that as a compliment.

Soon, the conversation went flat because everyone kept screaming at the jump-scares and were terrified by the creepy stuff happening. Even dignified Ignis jumped in shock. Prompto was pretty much sobbing at the end when the exorcism was almost done. When Ed condemned Bathsheba back to hell, everyone did an ovation. They were happy that the bitch was sent back to hell where she belonged. Finally, the movie ended and everyone was quiet until Ella spoke up.

“Anyone wanna watch the second one?” she asked with a devious smirk on her face.

“No way in hell!” yowled Prompto, trembling like a leaf. “I’m done with scary things!” As soon as he said that, the power went out and the room was pitch black. A loud, high-pitched scream came from Prompto and he jumped into Ella’s lap like he was a five-year-old.

Ella felt like her legs were going to lose circulation because how large Prompto was. He wasn’t fat but he was muscular and muscle weighed more than fat. He wrapped his arms around her neck and sobbed into her shoulder like a child. Apparently, he was too afraid to know that she felt like she was being strangled by him.

“Prompto,” she said in a strained, choked tone. “The house has a back-up generator. It will turn the lights back on in a second.”

“It’s Bathsheba!” he screamed, ignoring her trying to reason with him. “The witch has come to kill us!”

“No, she hasn’t, Prom,” said Noctis, reaching around in the dark to grab Prompto by the arm. “It’s just a movie and the Warrens condemned her to hell so she can’t come back. I promise she isn’t here.”

That calmed Prompto down a bit. “Really?” he asked, a hopeful note in his voice.

“Yeah, hon,” said Cindy gently, placing a hand on his other arm. “That witch ain’t coming back. ‘Sides, if she did, y’all could send her back. Y’all fought daemons. She’s a cake-walk compared to them.”

“You’re right,” said Prompto in a confident tone, unaware he was still on Ella. “We are stronger than her.”

“As great as that is, Prompto,” squeaked Ella, pushing on his chest to get his attention, “could you please get off of me? You weigh more than you look, you know.”

“A-are you calling me fat?” asked Prompto, sounding wounded.

“N-no,” wheezed Ella, feeling as if her chest would explode because how heavy Prompto was. “Muscle weighs more than fat, meathead.”

“Oh,” said Prompto cheerfully, getting off of her lap.

As soon as he was off, Ella gasped to catch her breath and placed a hand to her chest to slow her racing heart. “God, Prompto,” she sighed, shaking her head. “You are bigger than me, you know that, right?”

“Well, not by much,” he pointed out. “You’re five foot four and I’m five foot eight.”

Ella let out an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes, and she straightened in her seat. “I swear, when the lights are back on again, I will kick your little Chocobo booty.” That sounded like a promise, but Prompto knew she wouldn’t act on it. He was too lovable to stay angry at. However, he got off her lap and it felt like she could breathe again. It was a like a huge bag of bricks had been lifted off of her.

Suddenly, the front door slammed open and shut and everyone jumped like it was a gunshot going off. Prompto was back in Ella’s arms and everyone huddled around each other in a protective manner.

“It’s the witch!” bawled Prompto, clinging to Ella again. “She’s here to kill us!”

Everyone was too scared to deny his claim and tensed up. Noctis and Ignis got in front of the women and Prompto to form a protective shield. Like predators, they carefully walked over to the entrance of the living room to confront whatever was coming. It wasn’t long before Prompto jumped up and joined the other two, pulling his pistol out of its carrier. Ella positioned herself in front of Luna and Cindy just in case a crazy axe murderer was going to strike at them. A large black figure moved down the hallway leading into the living room and Ella’s heart skipped a beat.

A low, familiar groan came from the figure but no one relaxed. “I’m exhausted,” complained the voice, sounding very much like Gladio. “Hey, why are the lights off?”

As soon as he said those words, the lights flickered back on and the heater came back on. The first thing Ella saw was Gladio standing in the entrance of the living room looking like a giant human popsicle. His police uniform and official jacket were covered in white powder and his face was unusually pale. His lower jaw trembled with shivers and shaky breaths came from his blue lips. His long black hair was completely mussed from the storm and his amber eyes were full of exhaustion. It was apparent that willpower was the only thing keeping him on his feet.

Ella dashed over to him and threw her arms around him, ignoring the fact that he was freezing. She ran her fingers through his drenched, tangled hair and held him tightly, trying to transfer her body heat to him. It wasn’t like Gladio to get cold easily. He always felt like a huge furnace and it kept Ella warm in bed. The fact that he was shaking from head to toe told Ella how cold it was outside.

“You need to get out of these wet clothes,” she said immediately, peeling his jacket off his shoulders. “We need to get you into a hot bath or shower. You’ll catch pneumonia if you don’t get warm and dry soon.”

“Ella, baby,” he said shakily, trying to sound strong and nonchalant, “really, I’m fine. I’ve been through worse.”

That wasn’t untrue but she didn’t want to hear it. “Gladio, get into the bathroom and into the tub,” she said, enunciating her words slowly like she was talking to an idiot. “You’ll catch your death from chill.”

“Babe, I’m fine,” he said again, taking her warm hands into his cold ones.

“Gladiolus, don’t argue with her,” said Ignis, coming to Ella’s rescue and sounding just like his usual mother-hen self. “She’s right. You’ll get ill if you don’t get warm soon. Go draw a hot bath and soak in it. It will raise your temperature again.”

“Iggy, I’m fine,” he repeated, sounding more annoyed this time. “Stop mothering me.”

“Dude, your lips are blue,” intoned Noct, pointing to Gladio’s mouth. “Do what Ella says. You’ll get hypothermia if you don’t warm up.”

Gladio looked like he wanted to deny it but he conceded with a sigh. “Fine,” he groused, pursing his lips in a pout. “But only if she takes a bath with me.” He wrapped his arms around Ella in a possessive way, not unlike a child latching to its mother’s leg when going to school the first time.

Cindy and Luna hid their laughs with coughs and Ella’s face flooded with heat, making her face crimson. She would never hear the end of it from the others. She knew Gladio could be clingy sometimes when it came to her. He was acting like a big baby.

“Alright,” sighed Ella a little dramatically. “But it’s a bath only, Gladio. No…playtime in the tub, okay? That’d be a mess I’d have to clean up later.” Her stern look dissuaded any argument Gladio might have.

“Okay,” he agreed a little reluctantly, deflated from her words.

With that, the two walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind them.

…

Once in the tub, Gladio sat behind Ella and she had her back resting against his muscled chest, sighing in contentment. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and smelled the fresh scent of her skin. When he looked down past her shoulder, he could see her breasts lifting and falling with each breath she took. She looked very happy being in his arms again. He wanted to make some passionate love to her but he was going to respect her wishes and hold off. Just feeling her nestled up in his arms was enough.

“Don’t fall asleep,” he said, his chest rumbling from his voice.

“I’m not,” she murmured, her eyelids heavy from weariness. “I’m not sleepy.”

Gladio smiled at her in a fond manner and stroked her arms with his large, calloused hands, making her sleepier. He kissed her on the side of her head and his lips trailed down her cheek and neck, stopping at where her shoulder and neck met. She let a small smile spread across her face and rested her head on his shoulder.

“That feels nice, Gladio,” she murmured, sounding very pleased.

“You haven’t been sleeping well, huh, baby?” Even though it was a question, he knew the answer because he had been in her bed. He knew that she was exhausted from her work.

“The weather has been hell on my job,” she whispered, tension building in her brow. “Not many people buying means no money, which means not much in the bank, and that—”

“Shh,” murmured Gladio, kissing the shell of her ear. “Let it go, baby. Go to your quiet place.”

She allowed a chuckle to escape her lips. “Shut up,” she teased, poking him and leaving a crescent-shaped indent with one of her long, sharp nails. “How do you feel, Gladio?”

“I’m warming up if that’s what you’re asking,” he replied suavely, running his fingers over her stomach. “On the other hand, there’s something else that’s warming up too.”

When she looked back at him, she saw him giving her a sultry smirk and it made her feel weak. She knew she told him no bath sex but he was too damn persuasive. The look he was giving her made her breathless. His half-lidded amber eyes were dark, almost a melted color, and his lips were parted. She turned so her body was facing him and placed her hands on either side of his face, bending to press her lips to his. As soon as their lips met, Gladio reacted immediately and moved so his wet form covered hers. Ella spread her legs to accompany him and he sank into her effortlessly with a deep groan.

The love-making was fast and erratic as if Gladio was needing it to feel alive. He had a rough hand supporting her back and surged into her, causing her to let out moans of bliss. She couldn’t even breathe because of the heat and how she could feel his deep thrusts in her throat. She wrapped her arms around him and arched up into him, pressing her chest against his. He let out a growling moan and came deep inside of her, holding her tightly. She looked at him through blurred eyes and could see the passion and adoration in his handsome face. A smile spread on her face and she caressed his cheek with a gentle hand.

A loud moan came from her as she reached her climax and her inner muscles contracted around his member. She dug her nails into his back and her head fell back, giving him access to her throat. Gladio’s vengeful lips sought her neck and began kissing and biting it, leaving marks on her skin. She didn’t feel any pain because she was in the throes of ecstasy. In the midst of her high, she was dimly aware of Gladio fisting her caramel locks of hair and growling her name. Hot cream shot into her uterus and it prompted her to release, hard. She screamed out Gladio’s name as she clenched around him and released her liquid onto his member.

Finally, boneless, she fell against him, her cheek resting against his chest, and drifted between awake and asleep. Gladio ran a soothing hand down the column of her back and smiled when she nuzzled into him. They stayed in the water until it started to cool. Gladio pulled out of her but kept her in a tight embrace. With all of his strength, he picked her up and carried her out of the tub, wrapping her up in a towel first before wrapping himself.

After he wrapped the towel around himself, he gazed back at Ella and saw her legs were trembling with the effort to keep herself upright. He tried not to feel prideful, but he couldn’t help himself. It gave him primal glee to know that he reduced her to a shaking, graceless mess. Smiling, he approached her and scooped her up, carrying her out of the bathroom with her head resting on his shoulder. He knew that she was almost asleep. Her breathing became steady and even.

When he stepped out into the family room, he saw that the gang was watching a movie about an animated lion cub and the cub was crying out for his dad. He recognized the movie as something from Disney, one of the biggest animation studios ever, but this one wasn’t entirely light and cheerful. The cub found his father’s body and began crying and snuggling into the body. Gladio gazed over at Noctis and saw that the king was crying out loud. The poor man was bent over, his face buried in his hands, and Luna wrapped her arms around him, tears in her eyes as well. Gladio didn’t know what the movie was all about since he just got out of the bathroom, but he knew it hit Noctis hard.

“What’s going on?” Gladio asked quietly, looking over to Ignis for answers.

“Freya turned on this movie called The Lion King,” explained the tawny-haired man, nibbling on his bottom lip nervously. “It’s about a young lion prince and his relationship with his father. The cub’s uncle murdered the father and the little cub is devastated. I think Freya didn’t know how hard this movie would hit Noctis. She didn’t know about his father.”

Gladio’s gaze traveled over to the bent over king and saw that Freya and Prompto were trying to comfort him. He felt deep pity for the young king. He didn’t know that his father’s death still affected him like this.

“For heaven’s sake, Gladiolus,” hissed Ignis, getting the shield’s attention.

“What, Iggy?” Gladio was lost as to why Ignis sounded so scandalized.

“Put some clothes on,” he said, exasperated. Sometimes, Ignis felt like the only adult in this family.

Gladio just remembered that he and Ella were still naked from the bath and hurried to get to their room. As Gladio was drying her off, Ella seemed to wake up enough to get dressed. She selected a loose long-sleeved shirt and a pair of warm, comfortable woolen pants and she tied her hair up in a sloppy manner. Without a further word, she got into bed and bundled herself up under the covers, falling asleep almost immediately. Gladio gave the sleeping woman a kiss on the forehead and stroked her cheek with a gentle hand.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered to her, feeling her shift under his touch.

“I love you too,” she mumbled before turning on her side and going into a deep doze.

With a fond smile, Gladio turned the light off, walked out of the room, and carefully shut the door behind him. Ella needed some rest after the hectic week she had been through. He was exhausted too but he was used to grueling work. He was trained for it, and he expected it. However, Ella was a small woman and she wasn’t used to heavy work. The snow made it extra hard for her because it did some water damage to the store and ruined some of the stock. That was money being lost and it had to be replaced, but trucks or planes couldn’t make it out in the storm. He’d help her, but she was more stubborn than him. He loved that about her.

When he got back to the living room, he saw that Noctis was wrapped in a blanket roll and the tears were gone. His face was still flushed and his eyes were red-rimmed. However, he seemed better now that the death scene was over. Gladio let out a sigh and walked over to sit next to Noct, who scooted a bit to give the larger man some room.

“Where’s Ella?” stage-whispered Prompto, leaning over from his spot on the other couch.

“Sleeping,” replied Gladio quietly so he wouldn’t interrupt the movie. “She was bone-tired after that bath. Hell, she almost fell asleep in the tub.”

“Indeed, she would have if you didn’t make her, as you put it, bone-tired,” interjected Ignis, giving the large man a disapproving look.

Gladio had the grace to look flustered and embarrassed. “You heard that, huh?” he muttered, nibbling on his lower lip.

“We all did, Gladio,” commented Freya dryly, turning to give him a deadpan look. “Why do you think we turned The Lion King on? You were both too loud. Also, we could hear the thudding in the tub.”

Prompto let out a snort. “If you really wanna get the motor running, why don’t you just fuck her at work?” he suggested sarcastically. “I’m sure that would get her rocks off.”

Gladio smirked at the idea. “Not a bad idea,” he admitted, looking devious. “I’d love to bend her over the desk, rip open her professional outfit, and bury myself right in her—”

“Are you done?” hissed Noctis, shooting them all a glare. “I’m watching my movie.”

“Sorry, princess,” said Gladio, settling back on the couch. “I didn’t know a movie about an animated lion and his doofus co-pilots meant so much to you.”

“In Noct’s perspective,” came Luna’s soft voice, “he’s Simba, I’m Nala, Prompto is Timon, Ignis is Zazu, and you, Gladiolus, are Pumbaa.”

“He thinks I’m that fatass pig!” Gladio sounded horrified. “That’s rude, Noct!”

“You’re right, Gladiolus,” agreed Ignis, his irritation coming to the surface. “The pig is smarter than you.”

That burn was too much for Prompto. The blonde fell over Cindy and the couple began snorting and laughing. Freya had to bite her bottom lip to keep herself from laughing out loud. Ignis seemed proud of his little zinger. Noctis put a hand over his mouth to smother his laughter and Luna, to her credit, did a good job hiding her chuckles. However, when she did, she felt a sharp-shooting pain in her abdomen. It felt like her pelvis was screaming in pain. She had felt some cramps during the day, but thought it was just pregnancy gas. However, these cramps felt different. Noctis seemed to notice her discomfort.

“Lu, you okay?” he asked, concerned for his wife.

“I-it’s fine, Noct,” she said weakly, placing a hand on her stomach. “I just felt some pain.”

“Hey, where’s that odd water coming from?” asked Prompto, pointing out a growing stain near Luna’s legs.

Ignis and Gladio knew immediately what it was. Freya bolted off of her comfortable position near Ignis and ran to turn the lights on, noticing the water was from Luna herself. Noctis and Prompto began to panic. Luna was in shock, but she wasn’t terrified.

“Oh, shit,” said Gladio, running to grab his phone. “We need to call an ambulance.”

“We can’t!” snapped Ignis, his stress coming out as anger. “The roads are bloody closed! The ambulance wouldn’t make it!”

“Airlift?” suggested Freya, a note of hysteria in her voice.

“It’s too dangerous,” negated Ignis, shaking his head. “She’s either going to have to hold on, or she delivers right here in the family room. Freya, love, you are a medical practitioner. You’ve delivered babies.”

“No, I haven’t!” screamed Freya, panicking. “I’ve delivered puppies and kittens, not human babies!”

“How different can it be?” asked Prompto, smiling in his fear.

Before Freya could answer, Luna let out a pain-filled scream and placed a hand on her stomach, bracing herself. The scream made everyone jump and shake. They had never heard such a horrible sound from the sweet, quiet woman known as Luna. Dismissing her obvious lack of training, Freya was the first to move.

“We are not delivering this baby in the living room,” she said sharply. “Noct, carry her to your room. Ignis, get me some towels, scissors, and water. Make sure you disinfect the scissors. I have some rubbing alcohol in the bathroom. Gladio, wake up Ella and tell her it’s time. Prompto, you and Cindy keep trying to get ahold of the hospital. The phone lines and cell service are most likely knocked out but keep trying.” Everyone just stared at her, not moving, as they took her in her orderly, professional attitude that she portrayed at work. “Go! Now!” At the sound of her voice, everyone moved.

Noctis scooped Luna up and dashed out of the living room. Ignis ran about the house looking for the items Freya told him to find. Gladio was quick in going to his and Ella’s room to wake his sleeping lover up. Freya ran into hers and Ignis’s room and changed into some scrubs. She found some rubber gloves and went into the process of scrubbing her hands. Ignis was in the same bathroom with her, disinfecting the scissors like she ordered. They barely acknowledged each other because how important this was.

After cleaning her hands, Freya slipped on the gloves and ran into Noctis and Luna’s room. Ignis followed after her with the towels, scissors, and a basin of warm water. Ella was in the room, hair mussed from sleeping but wide awake. She held Luna’s hand as the woman tensed with a contraction. Noctis hurried to pull up her maternity gown and remove her panties, so Freya could get to work. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Freya carefully spread Luna’s legs and saw that it was past being time to deliver.

“Okay, Luna, I need you to push,” instructed Freya, positioning her hands in front of Luna’s vaginal opening to catch the baby when it was time.

With a loud scream, Luna pushed and squeezed Noctis and Ella’s hands, sweating with the exertion. Noctis felt like passing out but he had to be strong for his wife’s sake. He glanced over to Freya, who looked deep in concentration, and Ignis, whose face was a pale shade of green, and noted that whatever the other man saw, it wasn’t pretty and Ignis had seen some shit.

Much to their shock, Prompto came in with the camera he got for Christmas and prepared to take pictures. Noctis was wondering what the fuck Prompto was thinking, but couldn’t find himself to care. Luna, however, noticed and went into full daemon mode.

“GET OUT!” she screamed at the blonde, who was shaken by the sight of the baby crowning.

The man ran out of the room, green in the face, and went to throw up presumably. Luna didn’t seem to give a shit at the moment because she was still pushing and screaming out her agony. Ella grabbed a washcloth and pressed it to Luna’s forehead, wiping the sweat away. Noctis stroked the hair out of Luna’s face and caressed her cheeks, trying to keep her calm.

After what felt like hours later, the baby was finally out. Freya’s brown eyes were full of tears and a smile spread across her face as the beautiful little human fell into her hands. Ignis was quick in getting a towel and wrapped the baby up. Freya took the scissors from Ignis and snipped the umbilical cord, snapping the baby free from its bonds from the sac. The little one let out a mewling cry and the happy parents looked to see their pride and joy. Luna and Noctis fell in love with the baby instantly. Freya handed the baby to its beaming mother and Noctis had nothing but love and happiness in his eyes.

“It’s a beautiful girl,” said Freya, her voice weak and hoarse from shock.

Everyone noticed that the baby had a small tuft of black hair and the congratulations commenced. Gladio walked over to Noct and pulled the smaller man into a hug. Ignis patted Noct on the shoulder and beamed at his crying friend. Prompto dashed in, camera in hand, and snapped a picture of the baby immediately. He threw his arms around Noctis and hugged his friend tight.

“Congratulations, man!” he cried, patting his buddy on the back. “She’s beautiful!”

“Yeah, looks nothing like you,” jabbed Gladio, smirking in a teasing manner.

“Oh, shut up,” snapped Noctis but his smile never wavered.

The boys crowded around Luna and the baby, oohing and awing over the tiny person. Ella helped Freya with the afterbirth and hugged her shaken sister tight. Cindy ran in, phone in hand, and smiled upon seeing Luna and the baby.

“Great news,” she breathed, green eyes beaming. “I got through to the hospital and they’re sending an ambulance.”

“About bloody time,” snorted Ignis, shaking his head. “Freya here already did their work for them.” He went over to his lover and kissed her on the forehead, noting how pale she was. “Are you alright, darling?”

“I just helped a woman deliver a baby, Ignis,” replied Freya, eyes wide. “How do you think I’m doing? I’ve never delivered a human baby before.”

“You did beautifully, my love,” he purred, pressing a kiss to her neck. His lips started trailing lower and lower, over her shoulder, until Freya lightly patted him on the chest.

“Stop it,” she reproved, but she was smiling. She couldn’t help it. He was too magnetic and persuasive. She wondered how anyone could resist him once he turned the charm on. “We can do this later. Preferably after I shower.”

Ignis gave nod but his green eye darkened with lust at the thoughts of what was to come. He was anticipating and his body was waking up at his salacious thoughts. He couldn’t wait to get her alone. All he wanted was to pin her to a bed and adore her until her body was sore and trembling. To distract himself, he gazed over at the happy couple holding their baby. He smiled softly and saw how tenderly Noctis kissed his wife on the forehead. He felt like a proud father and wished that King Regis could see this.

“I haven’t seen anything this miraculous since the Lady Lunafreya healed my sight and allowed me to see you,” said Ignis, smiling at Freya, who blushed crimson.

“That had to be your best Christmas gift, huh?” Freya was only poking fun at him, but she knew he meant it.

“Of course,” he replied in a silky tone, pressing another kiss to her temples.

“You did good,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around him and squeezed him tight as they watched everyone admire the baby.

“No, you did,” said Ignis, giving her a look of pure love and adoration. He gave her another kiss on the forehead and held her close.

It didn’t take long for the EMTs to arrive with a stretcher. Even though Luna was fine, they still placed her and the baby on the bed and ran her out to the ambulance. Noctis ran after them, followed by Prompto and Cindy. Freya dashed after the EMTs and told them everything that happened, about how she was a veterinarian and that she was the only one who knew how to deliver a baby.

As Gladio watched everything happening, he realized that there was a never dull moment in this crazy family and he hoped it would never go away. The craziness fit their family. It’s what made them, well, them. This was them. This was their family, and they couldn’t be happier. No matter what hard times would come, they would always lean on each other, like many families did before them. This was a family that many wanted and that Gladio felt blessed and lucky to have. He wouldn’t trade it for the world. He found his reasons for living and continuing on, and this was it. He couldn’t wait to see what the coming years would bring him and it anticipated it with open arms. As long as Ella and his family were at his side, he didn’t need anything more. The future was waiting and he couldn’t wait to be a part of it.

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