and on to the glory at my right hand
Scrunching his nose affectionately as if to say that there is no need for an apology, Ronin shifts enough in bed to make room for Remi and immediately accepts whichever of their sons he's offers, hushing and cooing at the baby as if to dissuade them from any mounting theatrics. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, but I won't deny that it's good to have you back," he murmurs, leaning across to kiss the other man's cheek when he sinks down to join him.
"Jealous?" he echoes with a tilt of his head, settling the baby on his chest and surrendering one of his fingers to be held to ransom in a tiny fist. Then Remi clarifies, Ronin's ohhhhh leaving him in a quiet sigh. "That's quite a decision," he says with a raise of his brows. "Though all the power to them if it's something they decided together. Did you get to see Fern now she's all grown up? Or... wait, how old is she now?"
"Jealous?" he echoes with a tilt of his head, settling the baby on his chest and surrendering one of his fingers to be held to ransom in a tiny fist. Then Remi clarifies, Ronin's ohhhhh leaving him in a quiet sigh. "That's quite a decision," he says with a raise of his brows. "Though all the power to them if it's something they decided together. Did you get to see Fern now she's all grown up? Or... wait, how old is she now?"
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