Oerba Yun Fang

Granted, her tour of the ruins of Pulse took a lot longer than she originally planned, but Etro she needed it. She needed to know that home was not a place but the people around her that she loved. Home was him. And so she thought she would surprise him and come home for the holidays. Walking in she silently slipped besides him while he stood beneath the mistletoe as if she had always been there. A smirk on her lips. That devious free spirited smirk grew at his words.

But something in his response made a brow arch upwards even though that smirk remained on her lips. Was he really getting choked up? This was unlike him, and it made her think twice about saying anything about her absence. He knew about her plans, and he knew that her heart would never stray.

It touched her to know he cared that much.

When his hands wound into her hair, her body melds into his, her hands rising, a hand cupping his face and the other going to anchor the back of his head. When their lips press together she could have sworn she saw stars. The long months of missing him, the longing, the passion, the desire, the love - it all came to the surface. A soft hum slipped from her throat as she returned his kiss, not wanting to separate from him. But they had to, and her forehead nestles against his, hooded emerald eyes gazing up into his as she remained in an embrace.

“I missed you, too.” She says softly, her thumb stroking his jaw.

I can genuinely say it's been like 10 years since I tried to write romance haha

She was painfully honest. And she wanted what she wanted and there was very little that would stop her from getting it. The huntress had been contemplating asking him for sometime now. How would he react if she did? Would he disapprove of the role reversal? In the end, she was far too independent of a woman to have a man propose to her. If she wanted to marry, she would propose. Then again, if he loved her, it wouldn’t matter how she (or he) proposed. All that mattered is that they were together.

As they panted, nude, limbs entangled with one another, covered in a sheen of sweat - she felt that love and passion just overwhelm her and the words finally popped out as fingers laced through silver tresses, damp with sweat. Those two words though...

She should really start seeing that Gypsy woman...

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to either of them. They never really talked about how casual they were about protection, nor did they ever really sit down to talk about having kids. Still something about when they came together physically made Fang not care or think about anything else but him. To hell with the consequences.

Then again, she was starting to believe she might have been barren, even when she was regular like clockwork. But it’s when she was late. One week. Two weeks...three weeks...four weeks. It was time to start considering the possibility they were going to have a baby.

To say she was nervous to tell him was an understatement. Though it was best to just get it out there. Quick like a band-aide. His words were amusing at least, and a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.