i JUST saw the spicy liyan fic!! this reminds me so much of the yuanyi moreg baby fic from earlier on. could we see liyan baby as well ?? 🥺
He tires far too easily and Li Lun can't help hovering a little more than is necessary. A hand on the small of Zhu Yan's back, a quiet and unwavering presence by his side while he is tucked up against him, sleeping. He does everything he can to be there next to him.
And between them, the swell of his belly is a constant reminder of the why.
They're immortal, ageless beings. There is much mysteries about their existence, much they themselves do not understand. It goes to reason that Li Lun has never thought about fatherhood or even siring a child. Sure, he has had his string of lovers, and so has Zhu Yan, but a child born in the Wilderness had never been on the forefront of his mind.
And so, as with most things in his life, when they discover that their recent coupling under the first full moon of the summer solstice had resulted in Li Lun's seed taking, he's distinctly reminded about why Zhu Yan is the reason for all the best things in his life.
"If you think any louder, I think you might just wake the baby."
Li Lun huffs, half amused and half offended that any child of theirs would be any less than pleased to hear his voice. He has already started amassing a collection of lullabies and stories for their baby to grow with. There's even a corner of their den that he has set aside for their little one.
"Worrying for no reason again?" Zhu Yan laughs, smoothing a hand over his belly. Suddenly, he pauses, eyes going big and round. Grabbing Li Lun by the wrist, he presses his hand over the underside of his belly, excited and grinning from ear to ear.
Li Lun cocks his head, curious but the answer to his unspoken query comes when he feels the push under his palm. A barely there distention that disappears just as quick. Li Lun holds his breath. And there it is again, now a rolling motion that he can track from the base of his palm up to his pointer finger.
"Yeah!" Zhu Yan chuckles, a happy flush colouring his cheeks a pretty pink. "That's our little one."
Our little one. The words reverberate in Li Lun's skull. Just these words and their syllables is enough to bring a hot stinging to his nose and a prickle to his eyes. Our little one, their little one.
"Oh, you silly old tree..." Zhu Yan sighs, lips curling up in an endeared helplessness. Lifting his hands, he wipes away the stray tears that escape before Li Lun can hold it back in. "Whatever shall I do about you."
Thumb rubbing up against the skin of Zhu Yan's belly, Li Lun quietly thinks there's really nothing Zhu Yan can do. Not when he has made him happy beyond his wildest dreams. He tells him as much, croaking through the wetness in his voice.
Zhu Yan merely laughs, shaking his head before tucking himself back into Li Lun's embrace. "My silly old tree."