Disclaimer:Kyou Kara Maou is not mine and I used a Plot Bunny (see A/N)

Warning: mpreg

Rating: PG13

A/N:Plot Bunny #37 from Cheysuli Night: „Before Yuuri came to their world, Wolfram got pregnant. His lover left him soon after. A year later, Yuuri arrives and accidentally proposes. The next day, he meets Wolfram's child."

I highly appreciate any word of constructive critic, as I do not have a Beta at the moment and I am still such a noob

Midsummer Lullaby

*Prelude*

It was the melody of an old lullaby his mother had sometimes sung to him many, many years ago that echoed softly through the room, which was flooded with the glowing light of setting sun. With a roll of paper before him and a quill in his hand the youngest son of the former Queen Cecilie von Spitzweg wrote word after word of instruction for his soldiers' training and duties for the following days. For hours he had been sitting here now. At least it felt like that. A powerful yawn fought its way up to be released nobly hidden behind a slender hand, disrupting the hummed lullaby and written word. How much he wished for a little sleep. When the last time he had more sleep than five hours in a row, he couldn't remember. After he finished this paper, maybe he had the luck for a little rest.

So the lullaby continued, mixed with scratching and the clinging sound of a feather tip against a vitreous inkpot.

"Wind in the woods, over the sea,

dancing with the fire, can you see..."

He doubted that the lyrics he mixed into his humming had much sense at all but he didn't care much. He liked the harmonic tune and if he had forgotten the correct wording he was not to blame, after all it had been long ago since he had last heard it. It surprised him when he remembered the melody at all. For now it helped his mind to not slip away before he was done.

A knock on the door interrupted him again and his head snapped up to attention.

"Yes?", he answered and the door opened. His oldest brother with grey long hair caught in a pony tail and his usual forest green greatcoat entered with his general grumpy face but the younger knew him better, this was his working face between many different other faces which looked similar. "Wolfram", he greeted him.

"What is it, big brother?", the addressed asked while trying to not look sleepy. Of course, his brother saw through it. Tiredness was written all over his blond brother's face. Paler skin than usual and darker rings under his eyes proved of his lack of sleep.

"I wanted to get the report you wanted to read yesterday, I need it", he told him and waited for the other to look through a staple of papers to draw out said document and handle it to the larger demon.

Instead of taking it and leaving he looked down at the blond with examining eyes. Only a few feet away he saw the wooden construction Wolfram had demanded to have.

"Is anything else, Gwendal?" Green eyes waited and hoped for the other to leave so he could continue his work.

"Where is Magdalena?" came the concerned question.

'Not this again', Wolfram broke eye contact unnerved and wrote something on his paper.

"I dismissed her", he harshly replied.

"Wolfram..."

"Don't lecture me again, big brother, I can fully take care myself, I don't need anyone else taking away from me what is mine." Without rising his voice more than a loud whisper he glared up against blue partly surprised, partly annoyed eyes, not allowing any further word, even if he knew it was close to disrespectful the way he behaved. His brother, his own brother should understand him after all.

It was not a surprise to get this reaction before Gwendal could say anything else. "How many times do we have to tell you that Magdalena is not here to take away anything but to support you? You did not sleep again, did you?" It was not a question but a rhetorical remark.

"I don't care, I won't let anyone take him away from me"

Gwendal's eye twitched but he refrained from saying anything else. There was no sense in reasoning him that nobody planned on doing such thing, if he didn't want to listen at all. Instead he sighed with another look to the small construction which after all their third brother Conrad had built as a present out of dark wood.

"At least finish for today, you don't look anything presentable and when Conrad comes back with the new Demon King you better show your best. I see you at dinner." With this Gwendal left the room and him alone again. Wolfram knew better than to see those words as an attack or command. They were merely concern and Wolfram appreciated it, even if it would never convince him to step back for the sake of anything else and if it meant himself.

Silence now filled the room, only the light scrabbling noise of his feather, which he put away again after not even finishing the sentence he had started.

Gwendal would never understand. Nobody would. Not even his mother, who had also tried to persuade him of the amenities it would bring him. No wonder, had she always lived her life to the fullest, even with children demanding her attention. Magdalena hat been pushed into his life without his own approval. When she had been introduced to him, she had her slightly curled light brown hair in a loose bun, which emphasised her gentle brown eyes. Her appearance was one of what you expected of her position. She was of young age, around hundred and twenty, not more and already had a young son of her own, which seemed to suit her even more for the job she was employed for. Her roundish face gave her a quite young impression, though she had the necessary education and had proved herself. At least in his oldest brother's eyes and in everyone else's beside himself. She now lived in the castle close to Wolfram's room with her boy, to be in service when needed.

But he didn't need her most of the time. Or differently said, didn't want her help. He could do this by himself. Even though she offered her help every day multiple times, many times he thanked her and sent her away. He knew she was unhappy with it and would do anything but he didn't really care. She was treated nice and adequately supplied. And though she could give him advise sometimes when he desperately cried out in frustration and loss, he never let her overtake the situation.

A whining noise caught his attention and a small smile spread over his face, even if he had hoped for the silence to last a little longer. He stood up to approach the source, which lay in the wooden cot just a few steps away, on a soft mattress and only covered by a light blanket.

"Are you awake, my little one?", Wolfram cooed softly towards an infant, that obviously just awoke from deep sleep and voiced himself with uncoordinated expressions. His eyes kept closed but his arms wiggled and feet kicked through air and freed themselves from the bothersome piece of cloth. Gently Wolfram touched the small body.

"Are you awake, my little one?", he repeated. "Did you sleep well?"

It was surprising how his voice and mood changed in a matter of seconds when it came to the small helpless creature before him with a head so small it fit easily into his hand for support and a body so delicate and vulnerable that in his opinion no one else than him was allowed to handle him at all. Even if of course he had exceptional moments where his helping hand was of use and she handled the baby with such care as if it was her own son as well.

Softly he caressed against his cheek. The little mouth opened and searched instinctively for the touch to suckle, again relieving a gurgling and a disapproving pouty face when he didn't get what he wanted. When the still baby-blue eyes opened to look up at him, the rest of his small body also stopped its movements slowly. They stared up at him and Wolfram couldn't help but smile at him and was rewarded with a bright open-mouthed smile and laughter. "What have you dreamed about my little one?" Wolfram asked lovingly and brushed over the soft fuzzy brown hair, but his answer was just another gurgling and a kick of small feet into air.

Carefully the former prince took the baby out of his crib. A green bodysuit made of soft material warmed the little demon, which curled up relaxed into the hold. Both hands of the older demon were holding him close to his chest, supporting the head to prevent it from lolling back. Another yawn shook the small body, before also small hands grabbed the fabric of the soldier's bluish jacket.

A sweet smell was radiating from him. Calming as known yet indescribable. Luckily, no need of diaper yet, confirmed after short check. He needed to get his milk first before he realised that he was hungry and started a powerful fit the castle knew too well.

"Let's get you something to eat, I know how hungry you are when you wake up." His language was quite different, very calm and reassuring and more playful instead of demanding, distant and closer to his oldest brother's he always tried to copy for what he thought a more mature expression and he loved taking care of his baby. Loved the feeling and bond towards him, Yes, he was his and no one would ever take this responsibility and joy away from him.

"No one is ever going to take you away, my little Rudolf", he cooed and with a secure embrace he left the room and his duties to fulfil a much more important task.

tbc...