Ronin didn't think he would ever get tired of hearing Vanya say those words; while it might surprise some back in Northaven, professions of love were very uncommon for the ex-captain. (That went for both the saying and the hearing in return). The little fire almost sounded cozy in its snapping and crackling, and Ronin leant into Van's touch, the warmth working its fingers under his skin and starting to make him forget about the rain.
He gave as many kisses as she wanted to take, smiling against her lips and letting out a quiet laugh as he realised she wasn't stopping, the former baron resisting the urge to pull her back against him when she did finally pause to speak. "If you're an idiot then I shudder to think what I might be," he remarked. "If it were up to me, though, I'd make sure you never felt scared about anything again..." He was a soldier - that's what he was for, wasn't it?
Then she drew her hand away, Ronin releasing her only to find her capturing his fingers again, drawing them to her... His brow furrowed and he raised an eyebrow at her in confusion, though that was instantly replaced with concern at hearing she'd been to the infirmary. "Are you..."
The words died on his tongue. She wasn't unwell, or hurt. She was... she was going to have...
Ronin felt his breath hitch in his chest, his blue eyes flicking from Vanya's face down to where his fingers were splayed over her bare stomach. "Our baby?"He tried to find more words than that a few times, but the silver in his tongue seemed to be stuck. Eventually he settled on a broad grin that seemed more than a touch dumbstruck, shaking his head in disbelief. "No way. I can't be that lucky," he said in a soft voice, cupping Vanya's cheek in his free hand. "You're serious?"
He gave as many kisses as she wanted to take, smiling against her lips and letting out a quiet laugh as he realised she wasn't stopping, the former baron resisting the urge to pull her back against him when she did finally pause to speak. "If you're an idiot then I shudder to think what I might be," he remarked. "If it were up to me, though, I'd make sure you never felt scared about anything again..." He was a soldier - that's what he was for, wasn't it?
Then she drew her hand away, Ronin releasing her only to find her capturing his fingers again, drawing them to her... His brow furrowed and he raised an eyebrow at her in confusion, though that was instantly replaced with concern at hearing she'd been to the infirmary. "Are you..."
The words died on his tongue. She wasn't unwell, or hurt. She was... she was going to have...
Ronin felt his breath hitch in his chest, his blue eyes flicking from Vanya's face down to where his fingers were splayed over her bare stomach. "Our baby?"He tried to find more words than that a few times, but the silver in his tongue seemed to be stuck. Eventually he settled on a broad grin that seemed more than a touch dumbstruck, shaking his head in disbelief. "No way. I can't be that lucky," he said in a soft voice, cupping Vanya's cheek in his free hand. "You're serious?"
