RONIN
THE WHITE KNIGHT
"We can sew them one giant onesie as long as it keeps them happy," Ronin decides, scoffing a tired laugh out under his breath and letting his hand drop from his face so he can lean back on them, fully admiring how Remi settles on the bed with the twins. Not just how easy he makes it seem, but how good he looks with their children, how right it all feels (but then again, maybe it's just the sudden and tentative peace that has the rush of dopamine flooding his system).
The suggestion of a nap is like black magic - dangerous and ever so tempting all at the same time. Ronin doesn't try to hide the way his shoulders sag at the thought of it, and while he's still telling himself he ought to get up and go out to finish the chore he'd been the one to suggest, already he's kicking off his shoes and shifting to slouch beside Remi on the bed.
"I can be quite clever when I want to be," he boasts, grinning and patting the space between them. "If this doesn't work and they start to scream again, you can hold them and I'll hold you. How about that?"
The suggestion of a nap is like black magic - dangerous and ever so tempting all at the same time. Ronin doesn't try to hide the way his shoulders sag at the thought of it, and while he's still telling himself he ought to get up and go out to finish the chore he'd been the one to suggest, already he's kicking off his shoes and shifting to slouch beside Remi on the bed.
"I can be quite clever when I want to be," he boasts, grinning and patting the space between them. "If this doesn't work and they start to scream again, you can hold them and I'll hold you. How about that?"
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
