Akira layed in bed, Luka nestled closely to his side. Akira could tell the other man was still awake because he was twirling strands of the hero’s long red hair between his fingers; the eye on his hand closed.
Now that Akira was almost 36, he had decided to grow his hair out and just let it do whatever. He didn’t care for his “fashionable” appearance that much anymore. Unbeknownst to Akira, his husband adored the longer hair.
“Akira,” Luka whispered. The hero softly hummed in response, his eyes closing in the darkness of the room.
This bed is goddamn comfortable, Akira thought to himself tiredly. He felt like he was sinking through the mattress.
“Akira, you like kids, right? I need to know because I need to tell you a secret.”
The redhead opened his eyes drowsily and looked down at the figure of Luka’s face in the darkness.
Akira yawned, and tears gathered in his eyes from doing so. He blinked quickly. “Yeah, I do. You know I have a soft spot for children. Why… do you ask?”
A silence draped over the two like a heavy blanket.
“I just needed to know,” Luka said, and the white-eyed man was grateful the darkness concealed his reddening cheeks. He wasn’t sure about this.
“We’ve been together for almost seven years,” Luka continued. “And you know.. we’ve been married for about four of those years.”
“We’re not getting any younger.”
“Unfortunately,” Akira replied quietly.
Luka suddenly became all-too aware of the familiar warmth radiating off of Akira. That didn’t help with his nerves.
Another short silence draped over them. The hero waited it out so that Luka could figure out what point he wanted to make.
“I want to raise a child with you.”
Akira’s eyes widened and the sense of drowsiness immediately went out the window. The redhead sat up
abruptly, Luka having shifted away from him due to the sudden movement.
Akira reached over to the bedside table and turned on the lamp, the light bright enough to make him squint and Luka shut his eyes.
The gray-haired man slowly opened his eyes as they adjusted to the light, and he slowly made out Akira’s face. Luka blinked.
Akira’s expression was of tearful elation as he stared at Luka. The hero’s voice shook.
Luka sat up and scooted a bit closer to Akira and raised his hand to cradle Akira’s cheek. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Yes, really, you big dummy.”
The hero held back tears as he ran a hand through his hair and he inhaled shakily.
“I would love to start a family with you, Luka Novak.”
Luka smiled at him lovingly.
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