Summary: Ikaris takes his daughter flying for the first time, giving you a mild heart attack in the process.
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: None, just fluff
A/N: This combines both the fairy and dilf vibes that Ikaris simultaneously exudes IMO
It was a gorgeous September afternoon, the sun shining down. The warmest it might be before the cooler fall temperatures arrive in the coming weeks.
A red and white picnic blanket laid out across the grass, half a football field away from our home. Out in the open land our English countryside acreage offered, miles from the nearest main roads.
Secluded, in our own peace of heaven.
“Love! Look at this” I heard my husband call out to me.
I turned my head upwards and couldn’t hold back my instincts, “OH MY GOD, IKARIS!”
I was up on my feet immediately, running over to where I thought my husband was simply dancing through the meadow with our three year old daughter, Penelope.
Where they occasionally stopped so she could pick the wildflowers and attempt to stick them in her father’s hair.
It was to my utmost surprise to find him floating above the air, holding Penelope up under her belly, so she could assume a position as if she was soaring through the air.
Just like her father, I internally grumbled to myself.
“Ikaris, what on earth do you think you’re doing with our daughter right now!” I shout up at him, hands on my hips to assume the typical disappointed mom look.
Ikaris smiled down at me, “look Love, she loves it! She’s like a mini me!”
I rolled my eyes and scoffed, “yeah because the curly brown hair and blue eyes sure wasn’t cutting it”.
Before Ikaris could get out a rebuttal, the little girl interrupted him, tearing his gaze back to his princess.
“Mummy look! I’m like a fairy! I can see everything from up here” Penelope squealed out, the biggest of smiles on her face.
I couldn’t deny how my heart fluttered seeing my baby so happy. And even more so knowing it was my beautiful husband eliciting that smile and those giggles.
I reminded myself what brought me to my feet in the first place.
“Ikaris, I thought I told you I wanted a helmet on her the first time you flew with her,” I reminded him of our previous conversations, with a pointed look in his direction.
He looked back down toward me, “Love look, I am completely secure in holding her, and I’m only a few feet off the ground. There is nothing to worry about” he attempted to assure me.
Before I could reply he cheekily added, “you should know how sturdy my hands are, how good my finger reflexes are” he finished with a wink.
I exhaled, “you should know by now Ikaris, it’s my job as her mother to worry about my baby’s safety at all times” I told him, a frown now appearing on my face.
That caused him to pause his movements.
Ikaris lowered himself back down to the ground. Lowering our daughter from above his head, to his hip.
He looked down at his princess and he whispered, “can you go to the blanket for a minute Lovie, while I talk to mummy?”
Penelope, with the determination she gets from her father, looked up at him to plead, “but I want to fly more daddy! Pretty please!”
She ended with that look she knows is the key to melting her fathers heart. Big blue eyes peering up at him, and the slightest wobble to her lip. The key to getting anything she wanted from him.
Ikaris' heart tugged at him to give in to her wishes, but he knew he needed to assure his wife first.
“How about we just take a little break for some snacks! I think mummy packed some of those candies you like so much, why don’t you go try and find one in the basket?” He attempted to persuade Penelope.
His suggestion was luckily well received by the little girl, eager for a sweet. She was quickly clambering out of her fathers arms to be set on the ground so she could run past her mother to the blanket.
Ikaris slowly walked up to his wife, wrapping his arms around her to pull her in close. He leaned down to press a couple of kisses in the crook of her neck, before standing back up to catch her gaze.
He brought one of his hands up to cup her cheek as he said, “you know I would never do anything to intentionally endanger our daughter, or any of our children for that matter”.
I sighed, “I know that Ikaris”, I paused to take a breath, “it just took me by surprise is all. But also, I do think she should be wearing a helmet, which you agreed to” I finished pointing a finger at him to remind him of his promise.
It was his turn to sigh now, and nod his head in acknowledgement, “okay yes Love, you’re right”.
I’m always right I wanted to add
He continued, “I did promise I would do that and I also should have asked if you were comfortable with me flying with her for the first time. For that, I do apologize, my love”.
He had apologized and acknowledged his error, and I knew he had the best of intentions with our daughter all along. He just wanted to see her be happy.
I of course couldn’t remain upset with him after that.
“Okay,” I conceded, “you can carry on with your flying then.. with a helmet” I added.
“With a helmet of course Love, safety first” he nodded with a wink in confirmation.
Just then our moment between us was interrupted by the sound of our youngest letting out a loud cry, followed by Penelope calling out to me, “mummy! Peter is awake and won’t stop crying”.
Ikaris grabbed my hand in his and we proceeded over to the blanket.
“Did you find the sweets lovie?” He asked his daughter, walking over to her, while I proceeded over to the bassinet to pick up our four month old son, Peter.
“Yes daddy, I did!” She jumped up towards him and he caught her in his arms.
I looked over at them as Peter settled down his crying now that he rested in his mothers arms.
Ikaris let out a laugh looking down at Penelope, “Are you sure you actually ate any of it? There is chocolate all over your face lovie” he pointed out as he tried to wipe it off her cheek with his thumb.
Giggles erupted from the little girl as she attempted to assure her dad she did in fact eat some of it, while her father also now tickled at her belly to elicit more of that glorious sound.
I looked down at Peter, who was also enthralled looking over at his sister and father due to the noise of the laughter they both emitted, but still too young to understand so his face remained impassive yet slightly confused.
Just then, Ikaris appeared beside me, leaning down to give me a kiss before leaning out foreheads together and saying, “thank you for giving me this life, Love. I am eternally grateful”.
And before I could even reply, Penelope was tugging at her father to go back to their flying.
With a quick kiss to my forehead, and one down to Peter’s with a quick whisper of “I love you little man”, he was off running hand in hand with Penelope.
“We gotta go to the garage first to grab your helmet lovie,” he informed his daughter. To which she nodded an okay, before they continued on their way, now racing each other towards the garage.
As I looked on at them holding our now sleepy son, I couldn’t help but whisper to myself , “I’m eternally grateful too”.
Summary: Ikaris supports you through the rollercoaster of emotions that is childbirth but by the end when you have your precious baby in your arm, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Word Count: 4.4k
Warnings: Childbirth, SO MUCH FLUFF
**NO ETERNALS SPOILERS**
A/N: husband!Ikaris and dad!Ikaris have just completely overtaken my thoughts and I mean.. not mad about it
I knew Ikaris would know that something was up the moment he woke up. He was always awake before I was.
Especially as I was now in the last weeks of my pregnancy as I approached 39 weeks, I most definitely had not been getting out of bed any earlier than 10:00 am these days.
This baby had run out of room and was adamant on making me aware of this fact by constantly kicking and stretching from within my womb all. night. long.
But I had to focus now, at the situation which layed before me, this was important.
How many cups of flour did I need again?
I looked down at the recipe book to double check. Okay one and half cups, got it. I reached into the cabinet to grab for the measuring cups, but of course Ikaris had accidentally put them on a shelf higher than where I normally kept them.
I knew I wasn’t in a position to climb on the counter or get up on a stool, so I stretched upwards with all I could, putting pressure on my already sore and swollen feet. But, this was important.
I could just feel the measuring cup handle on the tip of my finger, when a large arm reached up from behind me and grabbed the measuring cups to place on the counter for me.
The surprise caused me to spin around abruptly, my belly hitting Ikaris’ in the process, throwing off my center of balance and I began to wobble. Ikaris quickly grabbed for either side of my belly to steady me.
“Ikaris!” I breathed out, of course out of breath because it did not take much these days, “you should know by now you can’t just sneak up on a pregnant lady like that. You almost made me pee myself again” I glared up at him.
I could tell Ikaris was still trying to figure out the situation of why exactly I was awake at 6:30 am and why I was choosing right now to bake, when I haven’t had the energy to do anything more than lay on the couch and fold baby clothes the past couple of weeks.
“I’m sorry, Love, was only trying to help” Ikaris murmured, his hands now gliding themselves over my belly, trying to locate any kicks.
“Well I do appreciate the help” I nodded curtly.
I then turned myself around so I could then grab for the measuring cups to to measure out the flour from the container I kept it in.
Ikaris moved to lean against the island opposite of me, arms crossed over his bare chest, the low hanging sweats the only item of clothing on him at the moment.
“Are you feeling alright this morning, Love?” Ikaris inquired from behind me.
“Mhmm” I hummed in reply, now going to grab the sugar container.
“Are you sure? It’s quite early for you to be up, and especially to be baking a..” he trailed off..
“A cake” I filled it
“Right.. a cake”
“What's wrong with me making a cake? I’ll share some with you if that’s what you’re worried abo-OW OW, AHH AHH” I reached forward to brace myself on the counter's edge, dropping the measuring cup that was in my hands and spilling sugar all over the counter.
Ikaris was on me in a flash, grasping on to my hips to steady myself as I rocked side to side, trying to push through the pain which seemed to spark from my abdomen but wrapped around to my lower back as well.
I crossed my forearms on the counter so I could lean my forehead head against them as I let out a low groan of discomfort.
To my relief, within a minute or so the pain washed away and I was able to stand up so I could lean back against my husband who continued to massage my hips.
“I knew something was up” Ikaris hummed in my ear and I just knew there would be a smirk on his face if I had the energy to turn around and look. I just chose to ignore him.
I let out a breath, “okay, if you don’t mind I need to get back to work” I tried to push myself away for him so I could grab a cloth to clean up my mess.
Ikaris grabbed for my arm though before I could take a step, causing me to face him, before he asked, “how long have you been having contractions?” Complete seriousness washed over his face now, he didn’t even add a Love at the end like he normally does.
“Umm it’s hard to pinpoint exactly..” I scratched my head, Ikaris eyes just kept staring into mine, demanding an answer, “maybe like since like three-ish?” I squeaked out.
I could see his jaw muscles clench as he held himself back from getting upset, internally telling himself to remain calm before asking, “and how far apart are they?”
I glanced at the clock, “like 10 minutes” I didn’t bother beating around the bush at this point.
“Now if you really don’t mind” I moved to turn around again, “I really do need to finish this”.
“Love, you're clearly in active labour. Don’t you think you should be relaxing and getting some rest while you can? I mean I really don’t think this is the time to be baking a cake.”
I could sense the urgency in his voice, like he needed to go and start getting things ready but he couldn’t leave me here on my own just continuing to try and bake while I had to fight through contractions every few minutes.
“I have to finish this” I insisted.
“Love, I don’t think giving birth requires a cake” he tried to argue.
“But it’s going to be their birthday”
“Love, they can’t even eat the cake yet”
“But.. but..” I couldn’t get out another sentence before the tears began to fall from my eyes now, my hands bracing myself again against the counter as I tried to hold back sobs.
“Whoa whoa okay, it’s alright Love, it’s okay” Ikaris assured me, quickly coming to wrap me in his arms best he could with my belly keeping us much further apart than I wanted to be in that moment.
Ikaris reached his hand up to cup my face and wipe away the tears with his thumb.
“What’s going on inside your head my Love?” he calmly asked.
I could barely hold back the tears as I gasped out the words, “I just don’t want our baby to think I’m a bad mom”, now not being able to stop the sob which wretched out of me
“What? Why would you think you are going to be a bad mom?” Ikaris inquired, his face reading like he almost seemed offended I would think such a thing about myself.
“Because mom’s always make cakes for their children's birthdays and I don’t want our child to look back and think I’m a bad mom because I didn’t make one for this birthday” I tried to explain.
Ikaris sighed, “I need you to listen to me Love. You are going to be the best mother to our child. They will never look back and think you are a bad mom because you didn’t make them a cake on this day. You will have tons of years ahead of you where you can do this for them, but I think now we need to focus on having this baby first, okay?” Ikaris asked.
I could see the logic in his argument now, I suppose.
I finally conceded, nodding my head and I leaned in wrap my arms around his upper half to give my husband a hug. Ikaris leaned down to kiss my forehead as I felt his body relax slightly knowing that I would now relax.
And as timing would have it, of course that would be when I felt a gush from inside me, followed by wetness splashing all down my legs as well as a bit on to Ikaris.
A huge pain, the strongest I experienced yet, ripped through me before I could even comment on my water breaking. I leaned forward even more, bracing myself on Ikaris as I tried to weather through the pain.
Ikaris encouraged me from above, “deep breaths Love, you’re okay I got you Love, in and out just keep breathing for me”, and though I could barely make out the words he said, it comforted me nonetheless just to hear his voice.
Once the pain finally washed away, leaving just a soft cramping in my abdomen, Ikaris helped me over to the living room couch. Once I was settled he quickly ran up the stairs to grab for his phone and call Ajak while he ran around grabbing towels from the closet and my robe from our bathroom.
He finally came back down, letting me know Ajak was on her way. Now he was fully dressed too with a shirt to fully cover him plus the sweats.
Then he helped change me into my robe, leaving me again to go clean up the mess which remained on our kitchen floor.
I knew from early on in my pregnancy I wanted the birth to be at home, pending no serious medical complications. Our home was our sanctuary, just the two of us, so I knew giving birth here would allow me to stay the calmest and hopefully have the most enjoyable birthing experience I could.
Ikaris had agreed, but he insisted Ajak be present just in case anything were to go wrong, she would be there with her healing abilities. In preparation for this moment, Ajak had been staying in a nearby town for the past couple of weeks just waiting for our call.
Over the next hour while we waited for Ajak, I remained mainly on the couch directing Ikaris on everything we, well, more like he needed to do to prepare for the birth.
He unpacked the pool I planned on using, which now stood blown up in the middle of our living room with a clear tarp underneath. Towels laid next to the pool on the ottoman for when all was said and done.
He set up a changing pad on the kitchen counter along with baby blankets and diapers.
And between all of his running around, every time a contraction came he was instantly by my side. Letting me squeeze his hand until I cut off blood flow ,with not a whisper of complaint out of his mouth, only sweet encouragements to breath and reminders that it would be over soon.
Ajak finally arrived, walking right past Ikaris and straight to my side once Ikaris had opened the door.
“Oh hunny” she cooed at me, coming in to give me a loving motherly hug which almost brought me to tears again. She pulled away to look up at me, “this is so exciting!” she almost squealed.
Ajak had been beyond thrilled when Ikaris and I first got together, a chance for Ikaris to have his one true love. This baby was a manifestation of our love and our happiness together, and Ajak was so excited to see the life we were building together. Plsu, she of course couldn’t wait for all the baby clothes this gave her an excuse to buy.
After getting out her excitement, Ajak did get serious and had me lay back so she could check to see how dilated I was. I guess when you live for 7000 years, you pick up some things about midwifery.
I was still only at about 5 cm, meaning I still had a ways to go. So after that it just became a waiting game.
I started to get inpatient however, just sitting around, and as Ajak could see I was getting ancy, she suggested a slow walk would maybe help things progress.
That led to Ikaris slowly helping me up and out the back door to take us on a walk outside.
In preparation for our new addition, Ikaris had taken it upon himself to lay down a solid path around the property because as he put it “it will be easier to push the carriage around on solid stone to go on family walks rather than have to push it through the grass”.
I certainly wasn’t going to deny watching him lay down stones all shirtless and sweaty while my second trimester hormones were raging back then.
And it turns out it was useful before the baby even came, as for the first time we actually used it together as a couple to take a stroll around our home.
My contractions were down to about every 5 minutes now, so we had to pause a number of times. I alternated between leaning forward and leaning back onto him, whatever position I thought I could get into fastest in that moment I went with.
Ikaris would continue to message my hips or back, wherever I told him I needed pressure he was there instantly with his hands applying what support he could.
The words of encouragement didn’t stop either, no matter if I was contracting or not.
“I’m just so proud of you Love, you are doing so well”
“Just think in a few hours we’re gonna be able to hole the little bubs in our arms”
“I’m right here beside you, not going anywhere, whatever you need I’m right here to support rou”
By the time we made it back to the house, I could feel how low the baby had gotten in my pelvis, and I knew the time for their arrival was approaching quickly.
The contractions were getting incredibly intense and only spaced out now a couple minutes apart.
Ajak had me lay on the couch again to check my dilation, and said I was already at 9 cm so if I wanted to get in the water I better do it now.
Ikaris carefully helped me to my feet, I braced my hands on his shoulders for support as he slipped the robe off me and threw it onto the couch behind me. He then took my hand to lead me over to the pool and help ease me into water filled tub which Ajak had filled while we were outside. Of course, Ikaris had warmed it for me moments earlier with a flash of his eyes.
My muscles instantly relaxed as I leaned back against the pool, Ikaris sat right behind me outside the pool to assure I had the physical support to lay back against the edge, and so I could continue to hold his hand as the contractions continued to come and go.
As the intensity of the contractions increased, along with my anxiety due to how fast things were moving now, I couldn’t help but start to panic that I was really about to have a baby, we were about to become parents.
As part of my natural instincts to this stress, I began to try and get even closer to Ikaris, basically leaning over the edge of the pool now to wrap my arms around him trying to calm myself down.
Ikaris could sense my levels of panic beginning to rise and knew that I found comfort in being wrapped up in his arms during these times. The weight of his arms around me, listening to his heart beat, and the gentle movements of his breaths, calmed me whenever I began to spiral from anxiety.
In response to sensing this, Ikaris all of a sudden stood up, ripping himself apart from me so that he could pull off his shirt and pull down his sweats so he remained just in his underpants. Then he was urging me to scoot forward so that he could settle in behind me.
I leaned myself back against him and I could feel my heartbeat slow in response.
Ikaris wrapped his arms around me so his hands could smooth over my belly, soaking up the last few moments where our baby would be in there before we became a family of three.
“I think I’m really going to miss your bump, Love” he commented in my ear.
“Well you can miss it enough for the both of us” I breathed out through the cramping I was experiencing.
Ikaris chuckled in response.
“We have one last time to guess, do you think it’s gonna be a boy or a girl, Love?” he asked.
I knew mainly he was trying to distract me from the pain I was experiencing, but I could still entertain the question.
“I think it’s a boy”
“And why is that, Love?”
“Well they have been very active through my whole pregnancy, just like how you like to be” I explained.
“That seems logical enough” he whispered as he peppered kisses down my neck, I leaned my head back on his shoulder to give him even more room.
“What do you think?” I turned the question back onto him.
“You know, when I can downstairs this morning and saw you trying to bake, all I could picture was an exact miniature version of you standing next to you on a stool as you direct her how to follow the recipe”
My heart melted just hearing him imaging such a scenario.
“So you think it’s a girl?” I confirmed.
“Yeah, I’m gonna go with them being a little princess.. but of course I will be equally thrilled if it is a little prince as well” he assured me.
I knew it didn’t matter what the sex, what our baby was born as, or who they decided to decided to be as they grew older, Ikaris and I would love this child with everything our hearts had to offer no matter what.
I was pulled by my thoughts as Ajak now placed a hand on my shoulder to ask if she could check me one more time, I nodded lazily in response.
I was 10 cm. It was time to push.
Ikaris made sure I was most comfortable leaned back against him this way, I assured him it was.
Ikaris help grab onto my knees to pull them back, making it easier for to bear down when the time came.
The contractions were rushing in now very quickly, each time Ajak help coaxing me on when to begin pushing.
Ikaris rested behind me counting to 10 seconds for me to hold the pushing for before relaxing until the next contraction came about.
After each contraction, Ikaris was all over me making sure I was doing okay, pushing my hair off my forehead and wiping away the sweat which began to run down, and asking if I needed anymore ice chips.
I knew he felt somewhat helpless not being able to take the pain away from me and was trying to compensate by doing any little thing he could to make me as comfortable as I could be under the circumstances.
I pushed, and pushed, and pushed.
Ajak reached down to feel for the baby, and looked up at me as she let me know she could feel the baby’s head.
“Give me one big push on this next one” she encouraged.
I yelled out as the burning pain ripped through me, Ikaris counting down behind me, and finally a small wave of relief came as the baby's head was out.
Ajak nodded, “very good darling, you are just one more push away from meeting your baby, just give me one more big push and they’ll be here” she encouraged me.
I could barely even nod to what she said, head resting against Ikaris’ chest as I tried to catch my breath and brace myself to give it my all of this last push.
Ikaris gave some last encouraging words as he said, “you got this Love, you’ve done so good and just gotta give one more big push for us okay? Then we get to meet our baby okay?” He cooed in my ear.
And with that the contraction swooped in, I beared down with everything I had left, I could hear Ikaris behind me counting down “10, 9, 8..” and by the time I got to 1, I felt the shoulders of our baby pop out and they were sliding out into the water.
My hands were there in an instant pulling them to the surface and onto my chest, Ikaris instantly putting his hands on top of mine to support the slippery baby.
A loud cry pierced through the room.
I couldn’t stop the tears which now rolled down my face as I looked down at the tiny human which now rested on my chest, I could hear Ikaris behind me sniffling as he let out his own tears of joy.
I took a second then to move the baby up just enough so I could look down and check.
A baby girl.
I heard Ikaris begin to cry even harder behind me. I know he would have been happy either way, but I also know how eager we was to have a little princess he could spoil to no end, and here she was.
Ajak came and placed a towel over me to cover the baby to keep her warm as we let her have this skin to skin moment.
“Hi baby” I whispered down at her, “I’m your mommy” I cooed. Taking her little hand in mine and she instantly grabbed onto my finger, melting my heart in the process.
Ikaris reached around now so he could rub at her other hand with his thumb, she grabbed onto his finger right away as well.
“We’ve been waiting for you little love bug” he murmured, the other hand now rubbing up and down her back over the towel.
We just sat there together, for the first time as a family of three, trying to take in this precious moment the best we could.
Eventually I could feel the water starting to turn cold, and as Ikaris most definitely did not want his precious newborn anywhere near him when he used his laser eyes, it was time to get out.
After Ajak helped me to deliver the placenta, she used her powers to try and ease some of the soreness I felt down below.
Then she gently took the baby from my chest and brought her over to the changing station Ikaris had set up to look over her and get her cleaned up a bit.
During that time, Ikaris helped - very slowly - ease me up onto my feet. I braced myself on him so he could dry me off best he could with a towel before wrapping my robe around me again.
He told Ajak he would be right back, then helped walk me over to the stairs, before he gently scoop me into his arms to carry me up the stairs to our room.
He got me settled on our bed, which he had fitted with a cover sheet and towels just in case because we knew I would still bleed for a while. Between me and the baby, accidents were found to happen so best to be safe rather than sorry.
After I was settled all cozy in bed, Ikaris gave me a quick kiss to the forehead before running back down the stairs to grab our daughter.
He returned only moments later, and as if my heart had not swooned enough today, seeing my husband walk into our bedroom, still shirtless from the pool, with our newborn baby girl swaddled in his arms. My heart has never been so filled with love.
He brought her over to me because he knew I wanted to try and feed her for the first time.
Ikaris helped navigate the baby into my arms and helped move my robe to give me access. It took some coaxing, but once I got her to latch on, Ikaris came around to his side of the bed so that he could come and wrap his arms around us. Both of us just staring down at our daughter as she suckled away.
The feeding soon put her to sleep causing her lips to fall away from my breast.
Ikaris helped move my robe back, then helped adjust her so I could coax the faintest little burp from her lips.
We both just continued to stare down at her, both in complete awe of this little being we created together.
I looked up at Ikaris, “it’s your turn to hold her now” I told him quietly.
Ikaris just stared at me, “are you sure?” he asked, not wanting to take away time I was soaking up with my baby.
“I’ve carried her for 9 months, now it's your turn to really meet this little person” I assured him.
Ikaris was quickly on his feet, coming around so it would be easier to take her from me. I unwound her from her swaddle so she could have skin to skin time with her daddy now too.
Ikaris carefully took her from my chest, she was so small she fit within the palms of his two hands. She let out a small cry, probably due to the colder air compared to her swaddle and being moved around so much.
He quickly, but carefully, adjusted her so she could be placed chest to chest with him. I leaned up to lay her blanket over her back. Ikaris’ one hand rested behind her head in support, while the other cupped down below her diaper covered bum and over the blanket to keep them warm.
Ikaris then began to softly sway around the room, shushing the still slightly fussy baby, pressing gentle kisses to the top of her head as he cooed whispers down to her,
“It’s okay baby daddy’s here, daddy’s got you”
“It’s probably a lot colder out here but I’m alway here to give you cuddles to warm you up”
“I know it’s been such a crazy day for you, but we’ve got you safe now”
“You got me wrapped around my finger already princess, whatever you need, I will always be here for you”
Tears rolled down my face as I watched the two of them. I couldn’t wait to see how their relationship would blossom in the coming years.
Ikaris eventually tore his gaze away from the bundle in his arms to check over on me and he noticed my state of emotion. But for once, he wasn’t worried about my tears, he knew they were tears of happiness.
He slowly made his way over to me and leaned down, holding his daughter carefully to his chest still, leaning his forehead against mine he whispered, “I can never thank you enough for this gift you have brought into this word, I will love you forever my Love”.
“I love you too” I whispered back, leaning up just enough to press our lips together.
Ikaris looked down at the babe in his arms and whispered to her now, “and I love you too baby”
And with that we began our life as a family of three.
