[SE] and it goes like this

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

Oh right. Their son. "Can't he find his way home, too?" Remi wonders, not that he really means it. Lulled into a post-orgasm daze where the only things that were real was the man pressed against him, hopefully he could be forgiven for forgetting about their son.

Humming a note of appreciation, Remi sips at the cocoa. "I very nearly said something about how you taste sweeter than this." He muses, which for those paying attention, is absolutely saying something about it. Mushy and full of nothing but overwhelming inarticulate pulses of love for Ronin, the alchemist stifles a yawn into Ronin's shoulder. "Pulling the sleigh," he says once he can, grinning foolishly and bobbing his eyebrows in a silent challenge for Ronin to turn it into a new sex position. No part of him doubts that either of them will be able to rise to the occasion.

"I love you," Remi whispers, sounding and looking as sappy and full of love as he had on their wedding day. 'Let's get Mateo and go home."

~FIN

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)