R O N I N
Ronin must have been finding this difficult to get his head around, because when Vanya said 'no' for a second he believed her (evident by the sudden and boyish shock on his face before she continued). A quiet laugh escaped his lips, the former captain watching with almost wonder on his face as she moved his hand a touch lower. Unlike the osprey he had absolutely no experience with this whatsoever, but he'd always wanted a family. And a family with Vanya... his stomach fluttered with a mix of nerves and delight.
"We are..." The smile wouldn't leave his lips, and he barely noticed the building warmth from the fire. He shifted to slip the hand on Vanya's stomach around her waist, and if she would allow he would draw her into his lap, nudging a few more bits of kindling into the hearth to keep the flames alive. Leaning in, Ronin pressed a soft kiss to her lips, holding her close and letting out a long, shaky sigh. "You sure know how to pick your timing, Van," he said. "But... we'll be alright. I'll make sure of it, okay?"
