arms give away your need
At Remi’s retort, his cheeks colour a little - because all at once it makes sense to Ronin. Of course it’s empty, because they haven’t decided what will fill it yet. Something bubbles up in his chest and his throat, some helpless, joyful laugh that he wants to sob out until there’s nothing left. Leaning gently against the crib, he turns tear filled eyes up to the walls and the ceiling, the little touches of maybe that linger all around the nursery. Because that’s what it is, right?
Padding back across the room, he carefully slips his arms around Remi, holding him tight against his chest. ”I’m so sorry for what happened down there,” he whispers. ”I’m so, so sorry.” But he will never be able to let Aoife play on loop in their minds, never changing, never moving beyond those small years. This, though? This is something else.
Letting out a soft and fluttering breath, Ronin gazes back into the room. ”Your curls, I think,” he says quietly. ”And your dimples. That’s a must-have for any baby of ours.”
Padding back across the room, he carefully slips his arms around Remi, holding him tight against his chest. ”I’m so sorry for what happened down there,” he whispers. ”I’m so, so sorry.” But he will never be able to let Aoife play on loop in their minds, never changing, never moving beyond those small years. This, though? This is something else.
Letting out a soft and fluttering breath, Ronin gazes back into the room. ”Your curls, I think,” he says quietly. ”And your dimples. That’s a must-have for any baby of ours.”
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
