❝ 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. ❞

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"Ryoh..." the desert cane sighs as he lowers his paperwork and looks in front of him. "If you're that bored, why don't you play with your lovely son or something?"

The light cane is sitting on his table, with a smile that he himself won't believe. "Oh, c'mon, I just missed you, Orter." He claims. "Before this, whenever I need to find you, you're always inside your office. But now, it's hard to find you since you keep going home early." He points out.

Another sigh escapes his lips. "That can't be help," he mutters. "I lost the bet and now I need to go back home earlier. She won't even let me bring back some paperwork because she said that it's resting time."

"Oh! Young love..."

"I don't think it's young love when she literally hit my head with a spatula whenever I came home 15 to 30 minutes late."

Ryoh ignores his comments. "She's just taking care of your health," he remarks, and Orter frowns. "But I can take care of myself-"

"I'm sorry to say this, Orter, but you don't know how to take care of yourself." The light cane cuts him off. "You're a workaholic. All those things (name) did are all for you."

The desert cane stays silent as he lowers his gaze back to the paper. "Take a look at it. Before, you always overworked yourself and have no break at all. You always exhaust yourself. Now, with (name) by your side, you always get to sleep on time and never skipped any meal. And you look healthier than before."

Closing his eyes, Orter puts the paper away, back onto its stack as he stands up. He takes off his glasses and wipes them clean before putting them back on.

"I'm aware of that," he hums. "That's why... I still refuse to let her down." He grabs his coat from his chair, signing that he's ready to leave. "She's alone at home. I know that she feels slightly lonely. That's one of the reasons I never really disobey her."

He walks to the door as Ryoh follows behind him. "Talking about that, don't you think it's time for you and (name) to have children?"

He choked.

"...What an inappropriate topic to talk about in my office." He coughs, cringing at the light cane's words. "But it's true though! You're married for six months already. Be a man, Orter." Ryoh grins, showing his teeth. "How long are you gonna make her live alone in that house? At least a child's laughter can fill the house with happiness."

The desert cane furrows his eyebrows as he starts to feel his ears heating up. He covers the lower part of his face. "That's... not something that you should be worrying about." He mutters as he immediately steps out and walks away.

Ryoh groans, but decides not to brag him any further. Plus, (name) is waiting for him at their home.

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"I'm home," he steps into his- their house. At this time, usually, (name) is in the kitchen, cooking, and any moment right now, she'll come and greets him.

Oh, and there she is. "Welcome home!" She grins, with an apron on her and a spatula in her hand.

Orter sighs for the nth time. "You shouldn't leave the kitchen with the fire on-"

"Oh shi- my omelette!" The girl immediately rushes back into the kitchen, panics.

After that...

"Thanks for the food," they say in sync. (Name) gets up and takes the dishes to wash them, something that she seems to be experienced. Even at the early days after their marriage, she seems to know what to do as a wife.

She never learns, Ryoh said. That means these are the basic things she always did to her brothers, which is a good preparation to be a great wife.

"You should sleep early today. Tomorrow you'll have patrol at night, right? So you need extra sleep today so you'll have more energy for tomorrow night!" (Name) clasps her hands as Orter raises an eyebrow. "You know my schedule?" She smiles and nods her head, "Mhm. I'm your wife, after all."

Orter furrows his eyebrows as he looks away, his ears tint red. (Name) is really proud of that, huh?

He is already used to live alone and has no one to take care of him, so it's kind of weird- a welcoming one, to have someone taking care of him. Now that he experiences warmth and love, he doesn't even want to think how he's gonna live without her.

Closing his eyes, he then stands up from his seat. "Then we should go to sleep now."

"Huh?" (Name) blinks when he makes his way to her. Reaching out his hand, he waits for her. "But I still need to-"

"I'm not sleeping without you." He cuts her off with a nonchalant stern. "And that's final. No arguments."

Ah, this man... she softens her gaze and smiles with tenderness as she takes his hand. ...never fails to make me fall in love again and again.

(Name) rests her head on Orter's chest as he puts the light out. His fingers run through her hair gently as she closes her eyes. "Good night..." she whispers, feeling herself falling into a deep slumber. But before she feels nothing, warmth engulfs her body, enveloping her form with secure.

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"It feels like yesterday..."

"What?" Orter raises an eyebrow as he lowers his mug of coffee along with the newspaper. His eyes avert to the crimson cane who is laying on the couch near the dining table. She stares up at the ceiling and blinks her eyes blankly.

"Our marriage."

A sigh escapes his lips as he finishes his coffee and puts the mug down onto the table with a gentle click sound. "Move on, (name). It's three months already," he points out.

"I know..." she whines. "I miss how affectionate you are that day."

"Don't make it sound wrong. I only kissed you once."

She sits up and points her index finger at him with a pout. "That's the problem!" She exclaims. "You have never been affectionate with me." She huffs, crossing her arms to her chest as she turns her head to the side.

Ryoh's words from yesterday come to his mind, and he immediately shakes the thought off. Staring down at the newspaper, his mind ponders.

Maybe I could use some affection.

He folds the newspaper into a smaller piece of paper. Putting it down on the table, he makes his way to the crimson cane.

"I'm leaving now," he mutters. "I still have a lot of paperwork to finish. I'll be back before midnight," (name) hums, nodding her head with approval. "Great, you can adapt to a new routine quite fast-"

She cuts herself off as he suddenly bends to her height and brushes his lips against her cheek. It only lingers around for two seconds, before Orter stands straight and walks away.

"See you later."

(Name) blinks her eyes in surprise, her mind still processing the sudden incident. Her hand makes its way to her cheek, somehow his kiss is still there. Her face heats up as she falls onto the couch and hugs the cushion to her face.

"Idiot..."

Time skip cuz I no longer have the idea to continue.

He's exhausted.

Why? Because a damn brat decided to be a bitch and ruined everyone's night by stealing a woman's necklace and hell, the woman is loud as fuck. And the brat's personal magic is almost like Famin's; invisibility.

But he manages to catch him though. Of course, the kid didn't leave without his long speech.

He feels like a parent. Scolding a kid for their mistake and making them promise not to do it again. It's tiring, but he can keep up.

He reaches his home quite late. It's already past midnight, and (name) is probably asleep. She would give him a long blabbering tomorrow, though.

He has an extra key, so it's easy for him to enter the house. Locking the door as quiet as he can, he lets out a tired sigh.

'I need a cup of coffee...'

He frowns at the thought of making the coffee himself. He already used to (name) making him the coffee, and nothing can beat her in it.

And damn, it's so unhealthy for him to depend on her for everything.

But when he reaches the living room, she's there. Sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper he read in the morning.

"Orter?" She finally notices him. And when she does, a soft, gentle and welcoming smile plasters on her lips that can make him drop on his knees. "Welcome home."

He softens his gaze, his lips part to say something but he collapses, his energy for that day has already drained out. But before he can hit the hard floor, (name) catches him in her arms, her warmth engulfs his figure.

Her fingers run through his hair delicately as she buries her nose into his messy hair, inhaling his scent. "You must be exhausted," she hums. "Have you eaten dinner yet?" She feels him shake his head.

She lets out a sigh and leads him to the couch she sat on before. "I'll prepare dinner, just take a nap here, okay?" Orter nods his head.

And again, it's unhealthy for him by how obedient he is towards her.

"Would you like cold drinks or coffee?" She asks, before making her way to the kitchen. The desert cane closes his eyes as he replies. "A cup of coffee would be good," as long as you're the one who makes it.

(Name) nods her head, unseen by him. After a while, she finally comes to wake him up, (her voice and touch are as gentle as feathers).

She finds it kind of intimidating by how he stares at her while he eats. Like, he's staring at her as if she's his meal instead of the dinner in front of him.

Clearing her throat, she stands up from her seat. "I'll sit on the couch, so you can focus on your dinner, okay?" Orter doesn't reply to that, but she still leaves nonetheless.

She can only relax her heart for a good five minutes before Orter comes to her. He takes a seat beside her, and his eyes are still looking at her as if they want to send her a sign that she can never understand.

Awkwardly, she glances at the clock. It's already 12.47 am.

"You should sleep," she mutters. "It's already late." Orter shakes his head, "I get a day off tomorrow, so it's fine." He states, but she's looking at him with that look again.

The look she always has when he tries to disobey her.

Damn.

"...but if you insist," he lets out a sigh. "You, too, should be sleeping." He moves his gaze on her, and she shakes her head. "I need to wash the dishes first."

Another sigh escapes his lips. "Then I'll go first." He mutters as he shifts closer to her, a suspicious gesture if you ask me.

(Name) is about to ask what he's doing until he repeats the same act from the morning; brushing his lips against her cheek for a short while. But before he can stand up and go for a run, (name) grabs his arm and pulls him down until his back is against the couch.

Her hands are at his sides, trapping him as she hovers above him. Her ears are red, but her action is bold.

"How dare you run after doing that, huh?" She mutters, her eyes twitch in disappointment. "You didn't even wait to see my reaction," Orter seems unfazed by her actions as he stares at her with boredom. "Then what do you want me to do?" He asks, unamused.

(Name) irks even more, despite her heart beating as fast as a runner. "Kiss me properly, you idiot. Don't leave me hanging like that." She exclaims, slightly pouting, but she's serious.

Orter stays silent and do nothing, and knowing him, he won't do anything. (Name) lets out a sigh as she gets off of him.

However, her attempt fails as a hand rests on her nape, catching her off guard before she is pulled down, and before she knows it, her lips are crashed against his.

Still in shock, her hands fail to support her weight and she falls on him. Taking advantage, his arm snakes around her waist and pulls her closer against him before he switches their places.

With her underneath him, he knows his control is slipping away. He finally breaks the kiss, his eyes glue on her lips before averting upwards to look into her eyes.

(Name) is staring at him with wide eyes, her face flushes red, so do her ears as she covers her lips with the back of her hand.

This is so far from her expectations. Like literally, did Orter Madl just kiss her willingly??

Yes, yes he did.

And tonight, he's willing to do more.

"Like that?" He raises an eyebrow, a small smirk plaster on his face and her face burns red at his remarks. "S-Since when you know how to tease?!" She exclaims, covering her face with her hands as she turns to the side.

Orter's hands on her side move to grab her wrist before pining them on each side of her head. "I'm not done," he mutters curtly as she squirms, her mind refusing to believe that this is her stoic husband.

But Orter stares down at her with a look that she has never thought he can make.

"Stop squirming, you asked for it."

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Again, he's back to reading the newspaper with a mug of coffee in his hand. His eyes avert to (name) who is preparing herself to go out.

"Where are you going?" He asks, raising an eyebrow as she puts on a lip balm to cover her anaemia. "Buying groceries," she replies. "They're already out. So I'm buying them."

His eyes are still on her, or specifically, her neck. "...wear a turtleneck today." (Name) looks at him with a raised eyebrow. "Why?" She asks, confused.

"Well," he hums, closing his eyes. "Do you want everyone to see what we did last night?"

(Name) chokes on her own spit before she takes a run to the mirror. Tugging her collar down, she screeches.

"You- I told you don't bite too hard!" She groans, adjusting her hair to position them, to see if she can cover the marks on her neck.

Orter walks up and stops behind her, his arms snake around her waist as he buries his nose into her hair before trailing his lips down to her neck. "How is it my fault..." he mutters, his breath tickles her nape as he kisses the mark he left. "...when you're so damn irresistible last night?"

Her face burns at his words. "I swear if you don't gatekeep this personality of yours, I'll die-"

"I would never kill my love."

"...STOP-" she clears her throat. "But I don't even have a turtleneck," she lets out a sigh, as she tries to get away from his hold, but fails miserably.

"Just wear mine, then." He says nonchalantly as she snaps her head at him in disbelief. "That's even more suspicious!" She exclaims, her cheeks flush red.

"It's better than to let anyone see those marks, right?"

"You-" 

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Two months passed, and it's already December.

(They're married in April and then time skips to six months, so it is October. After two months : December)

Christmas comes into sight and the snow is already down on Earth. It's Mash's first christmas with people other than his pops, so it's special.

The visionaries, Mash's group and Domina (and his friends) have a gathering. The christmas tree is already done with the help of the teenagers; let's ignore the fact that Lance and Dot almost ruined it; and it's perfect.

"Ten minutes before christmas," Ryoh states the obvious as he smiles and brings Mash to the middle, much to his confusion. "After some discussion, we decided to let you put the star on the tree. Mash, it's your first christmas with so many people, isn't it?"

The ravenette blinks and nods his head as Finn hands him the star. Rayne steps in, "Do you need help to fly up there-"

Mash shakes his head as he starts to swing his legs, and he's flying. Everyone stares at him, dumbfounded. "...I guess he doesn't need help?" Lemon scratches her cheek.

"Move to the left a bit..." Ryoh guides him. "And...there!" Mash nods his head and puts the star, making sure that it won't fall down and releases it before landing on his feet.

"Good job, Mash!" (Name) clasps her hands in delight as he nods his head. "Mhm, thank you."

The sound of the bells ring through the town, signing that it's almost midnight.

"In ten," Ryoh declares.

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"One!"

"Merry Christmas!!"

The whole town cheers in the snow as the fireworks fill the night sky. Mash's golden eyes stare at the breathtaking scene, and he never feels happier.

"Everyone..." he mutters, earning their attention. Slowly, he turns to them, as another firework bursts on the sky behind him, and the lighting is so perfect. "Thank you." They notice that the corners of his lips are lifted, and it is sure a breathtaking scene to watch.

(Name) smiles at him, her gaze as soft as the snow. She feels an arm wrapping around her waist before being pulled to Orter's chest.

"We should tell them now," he mutters to her ear as she glances up to look at him. "How should I tell them? It's scary-"

Orter sighs before dragging her closer to the crowd. Noticing their presence, all eyes are on both of them.

"We have something to tell you." Orter mutters as he nudges (name)'s shoulder. "We- uh, um... how do I say this..." she starts to panic.

Knowing that she's helpless, he lets out another sigh.

"We're expecting a child," he reveals, and the crowd gasps. "Two months." (Name) turns around and hides her face on his shoulder, the tip of her ears turn red.

Ryoh's mouth agapes as he stares at Orter with wide eyes, making the desert cane bore his eyes on him.

"A baby...?" Tsurara whispers as she shivers. Sophina rests her hand on her cheek as she eyes them amusedly. "Oh my."

Renatus and Kaldo grin, "I know you had it in you, Orter." He ignores their comment as Agito simply congratulates them.

Rayne sighs and shakes his head, his fellow visionaries reactions are predictable. "Congratulations," he mutters to his seniors.

"Mash, we'll be uncles!" Domina shakes his shoulders excitedly as he makes a confused face, but says nothing.

They receive more congratulations, and some teasing from you-know-who. Orter simply chase them away and tell them to leave him and (name) alone.

She is still hiding her face on his shoulder when the others start the party. He gently pulls her away to look at her face.

"There. It's not that hard," he mutters as (name) pouts. "For you, not for me." She huffs.

A soft smile makes its way to his lips, a rare sight even for (name). He holds her chin gently and lifts her face so she's looking into his eyes before leaning in, sealing his lips against hers with a soft kiss.

"I love you."

That's rare coming from him first. But she never said she doesn't like it.

"I love you too."

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No smut cuz I'm a minor.