It hurt, hearing his son speak of such dark things. It made him feel like he wasn’t doing his job of making his son feel better about what happened. Cloud sighed heavily, moving with his son as he tried to back away from him. Carefully, he pulled the child into a quiet embrace, shaking his head a little. He was so young to be carrying such a painful memory.
“You are not a toy that no one wants, you were taken from us by someone who wanted to use you for experiments. I promise you that I want you around and so does your mother. We were so scared when you were taken, thinking it was someone who wanted us to suffer and break.”
He pulled back to look at Kumon, pulling his hands away from his face and wiping his tears away. Cloud cupped his cheeks gently, mako blue eyes watching his sons sadly. He wished he knew what to do to help his son.
“Kumon, I promise if there was any way I could have found you I would have fought anyone in my way. But we searched with our friends for several months, even Vincent helped and he couldn’t find anything.”
It made him feel like Kumon blamed him because he couldn’t save him. Cloud dropped his gaze, blonde hair falling in his face. He’d failed his son and that was the worst feeling in the world second to seeing his son so hurt and sad. He didn’t say anything more, giving Kumon a chance to speak.
The words daddy spoke tugged at Kumon’s heart. He knew deep down that eventually he would be saved, and the dreams that he had experienced of being held in daddy’s arms again only tortured him. He was always scared that it was just a cruel dream and nothing more. It didn’t cross his mind that what he was actually seeing was a future vision from Auntie Aer, so when he was finally rescued he assumed it was just another dream.
Kumon usually woke up when he reached up to touch daddy’s cheeks as he was being carefully held in safe arms. When he was dreaming, he either never reached or was unable to feel warmth as he shifted back to reality.
The time that was the real thing had Kumon confused. He had gotten so used to the dreams that he was convinced that he would just wake up back in that tiny, smelly cell with a scratchy blanket over his body and that horrible cot his captors had called his bed underneath.
The surprise and shock of actually feeling his daddy’s cheeks and how much warmth they had caused him to sob uncontrollably and convince him that this wasn’t a dream anymore.
When daddy looked away, Kumon let out a whine of worry and started nuzzling his cheeks into Clouds to try and see his daddy’s pretty eyes.
“I never blamed you. not once.”
He said as he continued to whine sadly.
“I knew you would come for me eventually, but the waiting was the hardest part. Everything hurt and sometimes I thought I would die, but the now memory of being reunited was the only thing that kept me from dying.”
When daddy wasn’t responding quick enough to Kumon’s nuzzles, he took matters into his own hands and cupped daddy’s cheeks. Lifting daddy’s face up so their eyes met, he gave a smile through his tears and placed a soft, loving kiss to his forehead.
“I did learn something from one of the kids there. He called them Eskimo kisses.”
His tail wagged somewhat happily as he pressed the tip of his tiny nose to Clouds own.
“They really help me calm down and relax, almost as much as the rocking chair. It’s even better when I get to rub noses with the other person, because I have a horrible time staying still.”
Those small red eyes looked lovingly into daddy’s own as their noses were lightly pressed together.
“I’m glad you managed to come for me at all, daddy. It’s better then never showing up.”
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