"Lord Father… Lord Mother… umm… God Father…? Are you… awake…?"
The voice jolted both men from the deepest, most sated sleep of their lives. Instincts honed by war, rule, and recent, very specific domestic complications snapped online instantly. Even submerged in bliss, they recognized this new, unique category of threat. 'The Beloved Interrupting Child.'
Eyes, one pair misty grey and one black, blinked open. They sat up rigidly. Their first, panicked check was a quick memory replay of the previous night's conclusion.
Had they dressed her?
They had… tenderly cleaned her up and bundled her into a nightgown, and yes, their own frenzied passion had been replaced by aftercare. Confirmed. It hadn't been a dream. They both sighed in relief.
Rinne, seeing both men snap to attention from dead sleep because of his voice, flinched back a step. "S-sorry…"
"What time is it…" Arkai groaned as he rubbed his temples. What a brutal transition from heaven to paternal responsibility…
