Happy Valentines day! Do you mind if I make a request for "I love you and I love it?" For Hutra?
ANON I'M SO SORRY I MEANT TO GET TO THIS SOONER HHH ;A; I hope you still enjoy it regardless (even if it is short H)
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“I love you and I love it.”
Hubert could feel his face start turning red. No matter how many times he heard Petra say it, he would find himself blushing every time, much to his wife’s delight.
“You do realize you have no need to say it so often? I love you as well,” Hubert muttered, trying to ignore how his face burned. Petra just laughed; idly, Hubert took in how her hair, normally kept in an elaborate ponytail, now laid messily around her as she laid down, looking at him. He found that he still found it just as beautiful - though, he may be a bit biased.
“I know,” Petra said, a smile on her face. “I like making sure you know it.”Ah, and there goes any hope of trying to keep his composure. An entirely undignified noise managed to escape him, the giggles of his wife not helping in the slightest. He was tempted to just bury his head in the pillow, hoping that it could somehow help calm the red in his face, when a quiet voice came from their doorway.
"Dadaí? Mamaí?” Both he and Petra sat up at the sound of their son’s voice, who was standing there with a tight grip on the stuffed bear Hubert had made for him.
"A stóirín? What is wrong?" Petra asked quietly, as Aiden quickly ran up to their bed and crawled into it, neatling himself between Petra and Hubert.
"...had a bad dream." It was quiet, but Hubert's heart broke all the same. From the look on Petra's face, he knew she felt the same.
They laid back down again, both wrapping their arms around their son. Petra began to quietly hum a lullaby - one she had often sung when Aiden was still a baby.
Hubert couldn't stop himself from saying, "I love you both, with all of my being."
Even if his face still burned, not used to giving affections so readily even all these years later, the smile on his wife's face made it very much worth it.
