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[ never before has alisaie so deeply, keenly known what it is to feel bittersweet.

arriving on hydaelyn again, surrounded by the familiar walls of the rising stones, eorzea's peoples and lands safe, restored, full - is it not what she had dreamt of since first she awoke in that icy pod? since she looked out over a wide vista of stars and attempted to process the fact that her home was gone? mourning an entire world had been a monumental effort, and when the news had come that their homes could yet be salvaged she had never been more relieved.

that relief, of course, had been soon followed by a sweeping despair. they were to return home, and only home, the natha had a duty to fulfill, to see to it that everything was restored exactly as it was, no exception, no compromise. for the greater good, they had insisted, and alisaie's heart had broken clean in two. she had made so many connections, so many close friends, she had carved a life out for herself on el nysa and -

- and prompto. to lose him forever was an ache she could not bear. she had already lost so much, so many, and to lose him.. of course she fought. she railed and shouted herself hoarse, she petitioned the natha again and again, begged, but they would not be moved. and so she was home again, surrounded by familiar walls and familiar friends, but on her clothing she could still smell prompto's skin, the sensation of his last kiss clinging to her mouth like a ghost.

a week of stunned grieving was all she allowed herself, but alisaie would not be defeated. traveling to other worlds.. it is possible, she has seen it done. the ascians, the warriors of the first - all had traveled between the planes, and alisaie was entirely certain, with all of her heart, that his eos was one of the many echoes, the worlds connected to her own by the sundering of the mothercrystal. prompto was gone and yet he still somehow felt so very close, just out of reach of her touch, her voice, her heart.

the pregnancy, of course, had been.. entirely unexpected. the natha had rendered them sterile, but she can only assume that they had reversed it some time before their restoration of their homes, long enough for him to quicken within her womb and leave her with a soul to remember him by, a sweet child with her own dark eyes and prompto's fair hair, and smile, and laugh that breaks her heart to hear. but gods she loves him, this little sunshine boy who thrives on touch and love, who sleeps well and smiles often and gives her the extra drive she needs to work, to finish, to find the way to drive open the doorway between their worlds. it is unstable, and unable to linger for long, it is entirely possible that this is a one-way trip, that she will never be able to find her way back, and that is all that stalls her. prompto is her heart, her husband, the mother of her child - but hydaelyn is her home, her family is here, and the thought of leaving her brother behind forever, leaving urianger, and the scions..

gods, it is nearly enough to unmake her, to convince her to abandon her work.

but they remind her, all of them, that prompto too is her family, that their child deserves to know his father, that if she does not make this step she will never see him again. she will.. simply have to do it again, to find a way to keep the doorway open. and if she has not, at least she has said her goodbyes, she has made her peace, and decided what it is that she needs.

and so that is what brings her here at last, to eos, where the air is thick with darkness, where the aether is in upheaval. gods, this is the home he had returned to? this is where he has been? the atmosphere is heady and oppressive, the roads swarmed with terrible daemons. she had made the right decision.

finding him, however, was much more difficult. finding her way to a well lit station had been difficult enough in a foreign world, and she had learned quickly to arrange her hair to cover her ears, avoiding questions she does not have the time to answer. but soon enough she had learned of him, where he was, and how to arrive there - to a city called lestallum, the last great bastion against the doom hovering on the horizon.

alisaie's heart is pounding when she arrives before the worn wooden door, in a narrow staircase with yellow walls, the paint peeling and the light harsh. she's ruffled and dusty with travel, exhausted and anxious, smelling of sweat and chocobo but once she had arrived in the city she could not bring herself to wait another second before searching him out, finding him. hefting the sleeping child higher on her hip, alisaie presses a kiss to his pale blonde head, taking a deep, stilling breath.

and she knocks. ]

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[ What he's trying to say is GIMME, but before he has to insist she hands the boy over, and with a tired grin, Prompto fishes a fresh diaper out of the bag and turns to pad across the short hallway to the bathroom.

It all goes well enough at first. Removing baby's old diaper, wiping baby's bottom, as you do, he can handle this. Of course, thinking he can handle it is his fatal mistake, and a moment later there comes a startled yelp from the bathroom.

...It's not the baby. It's Prompto.

A moment later, he follows that up with: ]

Everything's under control! Don't come in here!!

[ So, that's reassuring. ]

[ gods it's so nice to be able to go back to sleep after being woken by the baby. she's experienced that.. well, never. but she trusts prompto completely (foolish), so the moment the boy is lifted from her arms she crumples right back down into the bed, still warm from their body heat, and curls up.

ah. lovely.

at least until that screech comes, and she's sitting bolt upright in that buzzing, sleepy sort of panic mode that feels like electricity is thrumming in her veins. for a half moment she's forgotten everything, and that fierce motherly instinct is roaring like a mama bear, she's half-awake and half out of the bed when prompto's voice follows it up.

.. something tells her everything is not under control. ah, so much for being a single mother of one. she is now a single mother of two. dragging herself out of bed, she wanders over to the bathroom, approaching the door. ]

What's happened?

[ did he pee on ur face.. ]

[ Spoilers: he did. Suffice it to say she was right about their boy having sharp aim earlier...

And let it be known that Prompto finished the job before dealing with his current state. Louisoix is lying on the counter still, re-diapered and redressed, happily babbling and chewing on his fists while Prompto grabs the washrag from the tub to start drying himself off. So, this is the dark side of parenting...he can't believe he's already been betrayed by his own offspring, what a world.

At Alisaie's appearance in the doorway, however, Prompto grins cheekily and shrugs while he continues to wipe himself off. He's gonna need a shower now... ]

Nooooothing! Didn't I say "don't come in here"? I coulda sworn...

[ Go back to bed!! ]

Yes, and since when have I ever taken orders from you?

[ ah, did you miss the sass, prompto? alisaie smiles sleepily, leaning into the doorway to watch him suffer. louisoix seems quite pleased with himself, however. it's very simple to see what's happened, what the cause of prompto's.. commotion was and she cannot help the way her smile twists, clearly entertained.

and here she was thinking that she would have to wait a little bit to see prompto discover the wonders of parenting. she steps into the room to lift the boy from the counter and pull him into her arms again, his hands immediately grabbing at her unbound hair. ]

[ Ahh, yes, there it is, her signature sass, her delight at his misfortune...it's just as he remembers it.

Not that he seems to mind it all that much just then, too pleased by her simple presence to put up much of a fuss. Still, there is the unavoidable fact that he's now covered in baby pee and is probably due for a shower and change anyway. How many times has Alisaie be peed on, he wonders...

Enough that she sure seems to be enjoying herself right now. ]

He gets that from you, by the way. [ ... ] Not the peeing, so much as the...laughing at my misfortune.

[ Don't pretend like it's not true, though! ]

[ the only thing more entertaining than prompto being put out is prompto being put out about being put out. his pouting gives her life. ]

I do enjoy watching you suffer, 'tis true, but you cannot claim to be any different.

[ how many times had he cackled at her misfortune, just the same? when she said a modern phrase wrong, when he'd tickle her senseless, when she fell off the bed that he broke. he's no better!!

and, apparently, it is genetic. what a sadistic little family. ]

What is the time?

[ when the sun does not rise it seems impossible to keep track of days.. is it 'morning' yet? she has no idea. ]

[ Onlookers will probably worry that their mutual torture is sincere...little do they know. But yes, Louisoix has apparently inherited mom and dad's mischievous tendencies, and one day when he's old enough to appreciate it, they'll turn the tide back on him...

After another moment of toweling himself off, Prompto pulls his phone out of his pocket. Cell service is spotty at best, but at least the clock still works. ]

Just before seven thirty.

[ He glances back up her with a question in his eyes. He'd had plans for today, but that was before his wife and son reentered his life. He'd be more than happy to scrap that all for another day and just...spend the day here, with them, catching up on everything he's missed. ]

[ it's still a bit early, and of course she's still tired, but she's certain that she could sleep all day and night again and still be tired, so whether they sleep again or stay up.. well, she supposes that all depends on him.

of course she realizes that, welcome though she might be, she has dropped in on prompto's life unannounced, like a bomb set off, likely rearranging everything. she also knows him well enough to know that, when he's feeling upset, he prefers to keep his hands busy, to keep going, keep moving to distract himself from his own hurts. living here, in a world like this one, after losing everything he had built in nysa? she's sure that he's running his batteries low as often as he can.

so, he probably has plans, and the inquisitive way he looks at her says as much. or at least, says something similar. with her hand gently patting louisoix's back, she returns his look with an even stare. ]

Would you like to go back to sleep, or shall we start breakfast?

[ He knows what she's asking with that look, what goes unasked when she speaks. There's no question that her and Louisoix being here has changed everything, but he hardly minds that. They'll have a lot to sort out, and he can't give up entirely on what he's fighting for with the Crownsguard. Alisaie and Louisoix need him, but Noctis needs him, too.

But all things in due time. For now, Prompto doesn't necessarily want to go back to sleep, now rested enough that exhaustion isn't pulling him down. He's still not too eager to start the day, however, so after a moment's consideration: ]

You and Louie go back to bed. I'm gonna...wash up. [ You know. Pee face. ] Then maybe we can just...snuggle and talk a bit.

[ Gods, they've got so much to talk about. ]

[ ah. well. yes go clean up your pee face prompto, alisaie is more than happy to go back to sleep.

.. whether or not louie will be also is yet to be discovered, babies are wont to stay awake once they are awake, so she may not be allowed to have any more naptime. but she'll try. ]

All right.

[ that sounds.. wonderful. louie might only tolerate lying still for so long, but the idea of lying in bed with them both, warm and comfortable, sounds like music to her ears. so with another yawn she withdraws again, padding back to the bed and curling right back up, cradling the boy right up against her chest and kissing the crown of his head. ]

[ He just wants to be kissable again...

So after Alisaie returns to the bedroom with Louie, Prompto hops in the shower to clean himself up. It's a nice, welcome feeling, as it always is, but he doesn't take the time in it as he usually might. He's all too eager to get back to them, to rejoin them in bed, and have a slow, comfortable morning in a manner he hasn't had for ages. So once he's satisfied that he's free of baby pee, he steps out of the shower, towel tied at the waist, and heads back to the bedroom. He's not putting his pee clothes back on!

When he enters, his gaze lingers on Alisaie and Louisoix in the bed, his smile impossibly fond, before he crosses over to the bag he lives out of these days to grab a fresh pair of clothes. ]

You awake?

[ Gently, just to see. ]

[ .. yeah okay fair point, she doesn't want to kiss the pee face.

unfortunately she isn't asleep by the time he returns, louisoix is wiggly and awake, and probably a bit hungry, judging by the way he's tugging at the front of her nightdress, but she's putting it off. nursing teething babies, she has found, is not always comfortable.

her eyes are still closed, however, trying to enjoy at least some peace, but they flutter open when prompto calls out. it's her turn to ogle now, to follow the planes of his body with lidded eyes, to remember how it felt to touch him, to be close to him. to marvel at the fact that she is here, looking at him at all. ]

I am, yes.

[ She's not the only one who's changed physically since they'd last been together. Though his missions in the world of ruin have earned him a fair number of new scars, it's also earned him a fair bit more muscle, too. He's still nowhere near Gladio-levels of hulkdom, but he'll be a bit bulkier than she remembers. She won't complain too much, hopefully.

Her gaze is a long-forgotten form of flattery, but it makes him grin now instead of blushing abashedly as he had when they were first together. With any luck, it won't be too long until they get to rediscover each other physically, but for now, she'll have to settle for his reverse strip tease, which he makes no haste with.

When he's at last dressed, though, he slides into the bed next to her, pressing his chest against her back, arms encircling her waist, fingers tickling at Louie's feet. It's "dawn", but the increase of light outside is minimal. At best, the lightest it gets these days is the same kind of light you'd find at twilight, but it's better than nothing. (Don't ask me how that works if there is no sun. I don't know. This canon does what it wants.)

Pressing his nose against the back of her neck: ]

I missed this.

[ He sees no particular need to get specific. ]

[ she won't complain about his bigger biceps just as he won't complain about her bigger rack okay. according to her ogling, she certainly approves of what she sees, and she makes no attempt at concealing it. even still, as much as she would like nothing more than to pull him down to kiss and touch every inch of him, there's something simply.. nostalgic about looking at him, too. something warm that has nothing to do with ache or lust, but simple love and appreciation. she loves everything about him, his skin and his hands, his freckles and his smile, every little scar, every plane and ridge and dip.

to think she had come so close to losing it, that his memory had begun to blur around the edges, growing further and further out of reach with each passing day.

but then he's sliding up behind her, wrapping her up in his arms and gods, it has never felt so good. he's still so warm, like a furnace of energy, and she presses back so tightly against him that she leaves no space between them, eager to have as much contact between them as is humanly possible. ]

So did I. More than I could ever put in words.

[ everything about it. his voice, his laugh, the warmth of his body, the security of his arms. his simple presence in a room with her. all of it is perfect, all of it she has missed so acutely that at times it was a physical pain. one arm remains around the boy, who is babbling to himself now, and chewing at the lace trim of her neckline. but her other arm lifts, until she can filter her fingers back through his damp hair, dragging them along the nape of his neck with a quiet reverence. ]

[ He winds around her and she presses back against him and it's a marvel how they still fit so well together. How time and age and distant lands haven't changed that about them, how memories might have begun to fade but the instinct is all still there, the ingrained habit that knows the shape of her better than his own mind does. It won't always be this easy - it's a dangerous world they're in, and it will be a fight, at times, just to survive. Maybe it's selfish to be so glad to have them with him, and to be sure, part of his heart aches for her having to leave her home behind for this. But she'd made her choice, and he'd learned long, long ago that she has no shortage of conviction, of will.

It's one of the many, many reasons he had fallen in love with her, and still loves her so dearly to this day.

She reaches into his hair and he exhales out through his nose, tipping his head against her touch as he kisses the tender place behind her ear, nuzzling close. ]

I...thought about you. Every single day. Tried to think of what I would say, when I saw you again, but I... [ A gentle laugh as one of his fingers tickles Louisoix beneath his chubby chin. ] I guess there's a lot that can't be put into words.

[ And then, another laugh, fuller this time. ]

Geez, I still can't believe we have a kid. It's just - It's just so...

[ Wonderful? Amazing? Astonishing? It's all of those things and so many, many more. ]

[ with prompto behind her and louisoix before her, she's surrounded by the two great loves of her life, warm and snug and secure. his kiss presses behind her ear, his lips soft and warm and it's been years since she has been touched, since she has been kissed, it feels new all over again. a soft shiver winds its way down her spine, her eyes fluttering low and her breath rushing softly, fingers tightening a little in his hair.

she laughs too, quiet and soft, and hums just under her breath. ]

.. I know.

[ there's no real way to translate it into words, how wonderful it is, incredible, exciting, profound. their lives are forever changed, but for the better. ]

I was terrified, at first. It was so unexpected, and I could hardly bear the idea that you would not be there, so sure I would never be able to handle it alone.

[ alisaie smiles, smoothing her hand down louisoix's little back, watching him giggle at the tickle beneath his chin. ]

But then he arrived, and I could no longer be afraid of something so.. perfect.

[ He hums, light and easy like a feather in his throat, resting his chin over her shoulder so he can admire Louisoix as well. Of course, a parent is always biased towards the nature of their own child, but who could argue that the boy in front of them isn't perfect? No one, surely. Prompto loved him instantly, but every laugh, every smile has endeared him to him even more than he thought possible. He loves every bit of Alisaie he can see in him, in that bright intelligence behind those dark eyes, in the inquisitive, thoughtful way he considers his own fists. Prompto can see himself in him, too, and that's so...strange and new. He had no blood relatives growing up to share traits with. He's never seen himself reflected in anyone before, and yet, here he is, seeing himself reflected in something, someone so perfect.

One of Prompto's hands moves across Alisaie's stomach, his fingers splayed and warm. What he wouldn't give to have been there, as he should have been...but he'd already tried to apologize for that once, and she hadn't accepted it then. There's nothing they can do to change the fact that he wasn't - they can only look forward now. ]

I told you you'd make a great mom, didn't I? And look at him. He just adores you.

[ It's the tenderest thing in the world, seeing how Louisoix gravitates to her so naturally. They've got a mama's boy on their hands... ]

[ he's not alone. all the while she had carried louisoix she had thought of prompto, of what he was missing, of how much he would have loved it. every kick had been bittersweet, she could have imagined it so easily, prompto's reactions, how he would have wanted to feel every one, and hear reports of the others if he were not around.

it certainly had not been their ideal pregnancy, but there can be no changing it, and more importantly they are here now, together at last, and prompto has all the time in the world now to watch their boy grow. ]

He adores everyone.

[ she argues, to be contrary, but also because it's kind of true. louie is such a happy little child, he loves people and attention, he laughs easily and thrives on being held and touched. ]

He is yours, after all.

[ and no one is more of a people-lover than prompto, at least no one she has ever known. ]

[ When will Alisaie accept the fact that she's a good mom...ah well. Prompto will get it through to her eventually! But all the evidence he needs is right there in front of him, in the form of their happy, healthy, laughing boy. ]

Yeah, but I didn't raise him. [ Not yet. So far, Alisaie gets all the credit for how Louisoix has turned out. Though the love of chocobos - that's definitely genetic. ]

He's...ours.

[ And as much as Alisaie can see Prompto in their son, Prompto can see Alisaie in him, too. ]

[ look.. she accepts she's good at some things but she's still nervous about this okay!! it's so easy to accidentally fuck up a child!! but with prompto's help she's sure it will get easier, though she's certain she's going to need to play the sole role of disciplinarian..

when it comes to it, at least. for now their boy is warm and happy and too young to get into any trouble beyond knocking something over or peing on dad's face. ]

Yes, he is.

[ her voice is soft and tender, her eyes dropping again to the boy who wiggles happily in the sheets, still tugging at her nightdress. ]

Still, I am glad to see he has inherited your disposition.

[ Ah, just wait until he gets to the human-Elezen equivalent of the terrible two's... ]

...I dunno how to take that when he's tryin' to take off your shirt. [ Yep. Despite his years of heartache, he's still like this. Didn't she miss him... ] Buuut I think it's a compliment, since he's basically perfect, anyway.

[ Seeing as house they're not tangled enough, Prompto swings one leg over hers and winds them together, unwilling to relinquish even the slightest bit of contact between them. It's been over three years - he's pretty sure this is justified, as is the following kiss pressed to the crook of her neck. ]

...How'd you explain it to your friends? Your family?

[ Did the ol' "dude from an alternate universe knocked me up" story work? ]

He's probably hungry.

[ but she's not sure she's in the mood to introduce prompto to the wonderful world of breast feeding yet, because she's almost entirely sure that he'll probably giggle. she has not forgotten prompto's.. promptoness. BUT SHE MISSED HIM ANYWAY... somehow. when he begins to wrap around her like an octopus she grins, tilting her head just enough to welcome more of those kisses, thank you. ]

Well, many of them remembered El Nysa. It made it.. a bit more easy to explain.

[ because otherwise, gods, it would have been so awkward. alisaie isn't exactly the type to go getting herself pregnant with some mystery man. thankfully she was hardly the only eorzean to have ended up awakened by the natha. ]

Everyone was very supportive, I was fortunate.

[ Her hunch is absolutely right - he would giggle, no matter how beautiful and wonderful and natural it is. But she spares them both that fate for the moment, and with that simple invitation it's the easiest thing in the world to drag kisses along her neck to the corner of her jaw, warm and soft and slow. It almost feels like no time has passed at all, and that so much has only makes this all the sweeter. ]

Glad to hear it. Besides, I dunno how anyone could give you trouble after he came around.

[ He tickles Louie beneath his arm with a lazy finger - he's just so darn ticklable! And then Prompto is quiet a moment, drinking in the whole experience of this moment, lost in the warmth of her skin, finally finding it within himself to ask these questions he longs for the answers to. ]

...What was his first word? The first thing he smiled at? The first time he laughed? Does he walk yet?

[ How much has he missed? ]

[ soon enough the giggling will come, and she will roll her eyes, but she'll put it off until louie starts to fuss in earnest - for now, those kisses..

.. those are nice kisses. for all his occasional(?) imbecility, prompto had always been a good lover, attentive and sweet and always ready to shower her with affections and attentions. after so long bereft of it it feels so good now, every soft kiss like the first she's ever felt, the warm gust of his breath tickling pleasantly. ]

.. his first word was "book." [ she says around a smile. ] Which may or may not have been my intention. [ she definitely held up books every day, and repeated the word to him, until he finally spit it out. though it was more like "booh!" at the time. ]

His first smile was on a Sunday morning, at breakfast time. His first laugh when carbuncle nudged his nose.

[ so many memories she is happy to share.. and so many more ahead of them, that prompto will have for his own. ]

He does not walk yet - few times he has stood, but tumbled over just after - but it shan't be long now. Still, he is very good at crawling.

[ like, everywhere and onto anything. no doubt prompto will witness it very soon..... ]

[ His kisses don't stop while she answers, though he hinges on every word she says. Exploring her skin, the landscape of her neck and jaw and shoulder, is like remapping a place he hasn't been to in so long, a place he knows but time has muddled the details of. It's impossibly good to be there again, to twist around her so tightly that he feels like he'll never have to let her go again.

It's a dangerous game, he knows it, to hope for that now. But all the same, he does. He believes her, believes in her, and the love and warmth she's selflessly brought back to him.

The shape of his lips winds fond around his kisses. What he would give to have been there for those moments...but he's here now, and that's what matters most. ]

The little guy has places to be. I get that.

[ Never stay in one place too long. ]

Still, I'm glad he's savin' a few tricks to show off to his old man.