Prompt: Ozma and Salem, they find out Salem is pregnant with their eldest daughter. 😄 (This episode was amazing! It’s a good day to be an Ozpin fan.)
It certainly is friendo! :D I don’t ship these two personally, but it was cool to see some background for the two of them and how they’ve interacted--and the request is adorable!
The excitement was practically bursting from the seams of her focus when she realized what was causing all of the recent physical distress. The early-morning nausea, the sensitivity to scents, the gentle, but everpresent kilter of her aura--Salem was absolutely ecstatic as it all came together in one monumental reveal.
It wasn’t as if it came as any sort of surprise, at least not in the sense that it was unwanted; neither she nor Ozma had even thought about taking the needed steps to avoid it, oh no, they absolutely wanted this to happen.
Salem was pregnant. Pregnant!
It was many months too early to try and find out if she would have a girl or boy, but the fact hardly mattered to the mother-to-be as she paced and pattered through her home. A chlid! A child of their own!
What would they name the child? Where would they set up the nursery? How would Ozma react?
Questions were plentiful in Salem’s mind as she ran about her home, checking, double-checking and triple-checking to make sure she was as correct as possible about the news. It remained the same, beautiful and perfect, such a fitting turn of events; the new gods of Remnant, the lasting woman of the world’s past life, being able to bring a life into the new world of her own.
Luckily, it didn’t take long before Salem heard the sound of her husband returning home. She rushed through the rooms, down the halls until she practically threw herself at him. Ozma caught her in his arms, surprised and confused as he looked over her face for some explanation.
“I don’t recall being gone for that long today,” He said with a chuckle, arms wrapped around Salem’s form. “What is it causing such a smile on your face, love?”
Salem wanted to play coy, at least for a short while. She had toyed with the idea of leading him on for a while, perhaps making it a riddle--but all such ideas were thrown out the window as her excitement burst from her mouth in a hurried rush.
“I’mpregnatwithourchild!”
Ozma blinked.
“One more time,” he said. “Slower.”
Salem felt his grip loosen around her, enough so that she could balance on her own feet, though she didn’t let go of her husbands arms.
“I’m pregnant!” She declared, face filled with joy. “Our first child! Ozma, you’re going to be a father! I’m going to be a mother!”
She moved to hold his hands in her own, clasping them together with such electric happiness Ozma was fearful he’d start seeing sparks.
But that all aside, the man was happy. Overjoyed, honestly, especially since he had worried deep in the back of his mind that the two of them would never be able to have children. It was news, good news, he sorely needed in his life, news of happiness and positivity to quell his thoughts.
“What shall we begin with to prepare?” He asked, voice gentle and curious. “There is plenty needed to be done if we’re to have this castle ready for a baby.”
“Oh Ozma,” Salem murmurs, her face leaning up towards his. “How about you start with a kiss?”
The man can’t help but laugh, giving into his wife’s gentle gesture and pressing his lips to hers.