36. Precious Treasure

Reno smiled down at the little cradle containing his pride and joy. The little boy inside squirmed, and his dark skin glowed in the fluorescents. Redder than red hair was on his head already, and tiny eyes fluttered open, revealing mismatched depths.

"he's perfect, yo." he said reverently, pressing a hand to the glass. Rude nodded, wrapping a hand around Reno's waist. The redhead was still clothed in his hospital scrubs, but no evidence of his hard work twelve hours earlier lingered, except his weakness. But he was a Turk, and no Turk stayed down for long. Tseng was there too, smiling at his friends.

"he's gonna have a lot of ladies after him when he grows up." Tseng said, smirking. Reno grinned.

"looks like I'm going to have to get a bigger stick." he said, and Rude chuckled, resting his chin on his husbands fiery hair.

Trust a dragon to protect it's precious treasure.

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w00t! M-preg in this one, yo….'cause it's funny. And the idea of rude being a daddy just apeals to me for some reason. This time 'round Reno's mommy. XDDD