Orignal Fon Master Ion

Wow, he certainly had high expectations. Shirley would love to give him a son. But what if on the first try she has a daughter? After all she came from a family which only had two girls. Herself and Stella. His words made her feel more comfortable. Yeah, he was right. She would be a fine mother. Books would help greatly, and talking to other mothers would make her feel better about this.

“I won’t tell them where we live. I’d never risk all the work you did.” Watching as he leaned across the table, feeling the kiss upon her forehead she smiled. “No, I want to do it. I want to have a child right now. I can’t promise a son on the first try, but it might happen.” She took up her spoon and ate her food.

Shirley was right. Even this was one thing he couldn’t control, and that made it difficult for him since he enjoyed having control over the smallest thing. With the except of Shirley. Of course, there were still rules he expected her to follow, but other than that, she was free to do as she pleased. He was her husband not her master.

“Your hair is so soft…” 

“It’s too cold! Get back here…” 

“No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.” 

“You’re so cute when you pout like that!” 

“C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working!” 

“Surprise tickle attack!” 

“Share your jacket, I forgot mine.” 

“Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.” 

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” 

“I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long—come here, I missed you.” 

“Are you wearing my shirt?” 

“Ssh, you’re safe. I wont let go of you.” 

“What, does that feel good?” 

However, it was short lived when Sync started to cry. He looked down at his hand and mentally cursed. Sync had seen it. He quickly hid it and gently grabbed Sync’s hand. He shook his head and smiled again. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for. It was an accident. I fell and hurt myself is all,” he lied. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll ask Natalia to fix it up, okay?”

“Please get fixed,” he said quietly. Normally there was so little he could do. He was weak, little, barely able to keep up with Anion most nights. It was no life for either of them to live. When he pulled back, it was to see Anion contemplating something. Nearby Sync could hear the soft breathing of the two others and his heart seized with hope.

And Anion did not disappoint - Sync’s eyes opened wide and he grinned sunnily up at his big brother. They would be safe. Anion could rest easy, and they could eat meals, and be in a building away from prying eyes and rough fingers. He giggled and buried his face in Anion’s chest, body shaking with his laughter until it inevitably turned into coughing. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to calm down.

“I’m okay,” he reassured Anion when he had enough breath to get the words out. “We can really stay? Where no bad guys are?”

The boy smiled at his brother’s excitement. His joy faltered for a moment when Sync broke into a coughing fit. He wasn’t completely reassured that his baby brother was okay, but he didn’t show his worry. Instead, he just nodded and answered Sync, “Yes, we can really stay but just for a little while. Just until we can find a place of our own, okay?”

‘Don’t get too attached’ went unsaid. One, because it would upset Sync. Two, because he knew his brother would get attached anyway. It was just his nature. Especially having lived in a loveless world for so long. Natalia and Largo were the only two people to take them in and show them such kindness. It was terrifying, but deep down, it made Anion a bit pleased. 

This was the first time in a long time he had seen Sync so happy and smiling so big. This was something entirely new. That’s what scared him though. You could never trust people. What if this was all a trap? A beautiful lie? How he hoped it wasn’t for his brother’s sake!

A child? Well maybe it was a good time as ever to try to have one. “I do agree, yes.” Hmm, the only thing is she had little to no experience about raising children. But she did know some things. And could she be a good mother? At a time like this she kind of wished her sister was here. Stella knew more about raising children, and taking care of them.

“Anion, you are very certain you want us to do this? I am not against it and I do want a child with you. But…..i’m a little scared.” Scared because what if their child inherited her traits, she was a Merines after all. Shirley was also scared because this would be her first time ever carrying a child, and taking the step into motherhood.

So many things began to race through her mind. “What if I am not a good mother? How do I know what to eat when I am carrying our child?” She decided to not ask anymore questions. Looking back to her bowl of food, hoping that her husband would answer her questions.

“I don’t say things if I don’t want to do them, Shirley. I want a child--a predecessor. Mostly a son.” He raised a brow at the mention of her fear. Scared? Of what? Trying for a child? Caring for it? He would never admit to it, but deep down, he wasn’t feeling much better about this. However, when he was dead set on something, he always followed through.

“You’ll be a fine mother. It shouldn’t be that hard. We can pick up some books on pregnancy and child care, and I am sure some of the mothers in the nearby village can help you. Just don’t tell them where we live. I’ve worked too damn hard to keep us under the raider.” Not that Shirley didn’t know that already, but he always liked to remind her just in case.

However his question, now she just sat there and stared at him. Shirley quickly turned her face away from him. “S-sorry.” She hadn’t meant to stare, it was just his question kind of shocked her. She then turned back to look at him, tilting her head a little. “The next stage, um.”

He wasn’t sure how to raise children exactly. He was hoping Shirley at least had some knowledge about raising children. Sure, he knew how to teach children how to read and write and stuff. He had done it before. However, he knew nothing about the diaper changing and all the patience it took to deal with the little rascals and brats. 

However, he did want to at least leave someone behind to take care of Shirley. Someone to look out for her when they grow up. He wasn’t a hundred percent sure how much time he had left, but he did want know for sure that he wanted to leave behind a prodigy.

She curled back up on her bed and kept her eyes on the boy’s back until they drifted shut. In the morning, she hoped everything would look better.

– – –

The moments of peace that Anion managed to get were mostly when he was too exhausted to keep fighting the sleep his body needed. Sync watched his older brother through half open eyes and frowned at the bloody knuckles and fingers he saw. Had Anion gotten into a fight? His older brother more often than not stepped in to defend the two of them, but Sync hated it when Anion got hurt. It seemed to happen more and more, and he couldn’t do much to help.

At the moment, he couldn’t even sit up, even though he did feel much better than just the day before. Apparently this wouldn’t be a quick recovery. His frown deepened at that - wouldn’t it be better for Anion to just leave him behind somewhere? Go out on his own? Anion deserved to have a better life where he didn’t have to fight to find food or shelter.

However, it was short lived when Sync started to cry. He looked down at his hand and mentally cursed. Sync had seen it. He quickly hid it and gently grabbed Sync’s hand. He shook his head and smiled again. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for. It was an accident. I fell and hurt myself is all,” he lied. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll ask Natalia to fix it up, okay?”

He didn’t want his little brother to worry about him. Sync had enough problems as it stood. The poor boy couldn’t live a normal childhood. He spent his days wandering the streets with Anion--begging for food and shelter. That was no life. Anion sighed. The more he thought about it--despite his better judgement and lack of trust--maybe they should stay with Largo and Natalia....just for a couple of days until Sync was better. Then, he would see just where the road would lead them. “Sync,” he sighed. “I have some good news. I’ve decided for a little while....we’ll stay with Largo and his daughter.”

Anion looked up at his wife. It suddenly become dead silent. She had stopped eating and was just staring at him. “Don’t stare. It’s rude,” he remarked. He shook his head at his answer and gave a small smile. It was so like her to say that. He gave a humorless chuckle. “Yeah, well....it was a stupid question forget I even asked......So um, Shirley. I was thinking that since it has been a couple of months that maybe we should start advancing to the next stage of our lives.” He was slowly dying. Now was the time to ask. 

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“It’s something really really good.” It was something her sister used to make, and hopefully her husband would like it too. Shirley had to do a lot of tasting and stirring as well as making sure she remembered the right ingredients to put in this meal she had prepared.

He ate the food quietly, but his head wasn’t as quiet. He had so many things he needed to tell Shirley, but he just wasn’t ready to. Being married changed him, true; but he still was himself. He found it hard to trust people with things even the ones he was close with. It was hard, and it angered him to no end. “Shirley...why did you marry me?” Anion asked randomly.