…but…I kinda got my first boyfriend here the other day and had to talk with my friends and then with him and I have been out as well…so…I will come back as soon as possible.
I still love you guys:D
"Be safe." Rose muttered as she watched Fenrir leave before she turned her attention back to her son. It was as if he sensed Fenrir leaving, for he soon became slightly fussy. "Don’t worry daddy will be back soon." She cooed softly playing with his hands trying to calm the fussing newborn.
Fenrir quickly located the doctor who had delivered the child. Calmly he walked up to her, a friendly smile on his lips. “Excuse me ma’am?” he said and stopped a bit from her. The doctor turned around and smiled, as she saw the familiar face. “Oh. Yes?” she said, her voice soft and gentle. “How where my son?” he continued and tilted his head slightly. “Well. I am surprised about him. He is indeed well developed for a newborn.” she informed. Fenrir nodded and thanked her, before wandering back to Rose.
"You complete me as well. I love you with everything I have. And now we have a family." Happy tears fell down her cheeks her hand squeezing his gently. The door soon opened a nurse came in pushing the small clear bassinet. Rose sat up happily seeing the little bundle in the blue blanket. Carefully the nurse placed the baby in Rose’s arms. Henri’s bright blue eyes looked up at her. Her fingers caressed his cute little round face. Placing him on her legs she unwrapped the blanket enough so his tiny little fingers could hold hers.
Fenrir smiled at the two and took in a deep breath. The following days where going to be filled with many experiences and they had a lot to learn. Or at least he had, considering this was his first child. “I will just go talk to the doctor, okay?” he suggested and leaned down to place a kiss on little Henri’s forehead and afterwards on Rose’s forehead, before he placed a gentle one on her lips. “Stay safe. I will be back shortly.”
”Such harsh words…” Loki mused, taking a step to his left, eyes pretending to drift. His full attention, however, remained at his son. “Why so hostile, son, when I am only here to help you? What does my absence before matter, when I am here now…?” he turned around a bit sharply and gazed at his son; a gaze full of honest affection.
But then again honest is too subjective a word when referring to the God of Lies.
"How can one trust the words you speak? I cannot. I will not let you send me away like this again." Fenrir spoke, his voice low, almost only a mumble to Loki. He knew very well that Loki would be his only way of escaping from here. But he had not come here to save his son. He had only come here to escape from Odin.
Fenrir would sigh and walked back to the place, where his body had formed some kind of a bed of the ground. Shielding himself, he laid down and curled up into a ball-like shape of fur.
“You may lack my sharpness but you’re still my son.” he said with an all-too-cheeky smirk. Had the wolf been unleashed Loki would have probably watched his words but in that case the beast was both leashed and weak from the famine.
”Your ribcage is showing.” he pointed out, glaring at his son’s ravaged body. “I could fix that for you.”
By the time he spoke those words it became apparent that Loki was there for a purpose; that he had a use for his son already. Had it been otherwise, the God wouldn’t bother to help the poor beast and Fenrir should know that by now -his father was always rather clear about his intentions.
"I do not need your help. You didn’t care for me before. Why should you suddenly care for me now?" Fenrir continued, once again jumping slightly forth to escape from the leash’ grip around him. As he grew more and more determined to get free, he continues to pull using more of his powers. Eventually he stands somewhat on his hind legs, his front legs hovering just above the ground. "Leave me again. It was better when you were not around." He commanded, even though he knew he had no control over Loki.
Fenrir let himself fall to the side, so he once again would feel the ground under his front paws. "I do not want to see you again. Ever."
Rose looked up at her lovers face and smiled “I am just fine. Sore and tired, but I am fine.” Her free hand cupped his face fingers caressing his cheeks. “Thank you, for giving him to me. And for you staying with me.”
"I would never leave you." he assured and placed his hand upon hers, before he would turn his head to place a kiss upon his slender fingers. "I wouldn’t be able to continue living without you. You complete me."
Rose sighed heavily feeling a wave of exhaustion come over her. Her body was sore but it was all worth it. A Nurse came over and took Henri from Rose to take him to the nursery so he could be cleaned. Soon Rose was placed back on a gurney and taken back to her room. Her hand never left Fenrir’s. Sighing heavily her thumb caressed the back of Fenrir’s hand “I love you.” Laying there in the bed she felt so tired.
"I love you too, Rose." he replied and smiled at her, not even letting go of her hand to get a chair. He bended down over her and placed a kiss on her forehead, then her lips. "How are you?" he asked concerned, his eyes watching her carefully. If anything was wrong. If she just felt slightly sick, he wanted the doctors to take a look at her.
“He kicked me out again.” Loki said simply, shrugging lightly as he audaciously approached, standing right at the furthest point where Fenrir’s leash allowed him to reach. He scrutinized the beast before him. “You look scrawny. Are you famished?” he said with an arched blow glare -a facade of concern upon his features.
"Why do you care?" Fenrir growled, making it obvious that his father’s concern was not something he wished. The bones him, all broken, showed that he was starving. All of them had been emptied of marrow and whatever was eatable. The muscles that once hat made Fenrir’s figure strong had vanished and underneath the fur, his hipbones and ribs were visible.
Rose looked down at her beautiful new baby boy. His eyes looking up into hers. Her face became streaked with tears of joy “Henri.” She cried softly her fingers caressing his beautiful little face. “He’s perfect.” Slowly her head turned to look at Fenrir. His face beamed with pride as their eyes locked. “I love you.” Her free hand cupped his face pulling him to her for a deep kiss. When little Henri coo’ed at them it immediately brought their attention back to him. Their smiles only brightening.
"I love you too, Rose. More than you can imagine." he said softly and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on Rose’s and Henri’s forehead. Now they were a family and hopefully Rose was even more happy than before. If only he could keep Henri and her away from the cruelty of the world now. It was all he wanted to happen now. Otherwise his every wish seemed to have come true. It was fantastic.