Are you fucking drunk?
I’ve been fine, actually. Quite fine.
[Shifts uncomfortably.] Yeah— uhm— names—… I was leaning toward S’s and R’s and T’s.
He sat in the surgery room, his stomach section nummed. He felt another contraction and he gave a whimper as Demeter grabbed his hand. “Fuck. Its coming….” He swallowed. The doctors nodded and shifted to get him prepped. “DDs outside…” He swallowed. “Is there any way he can come in?” He asked softly.
Demeter squeezed his hand as she looked to the door. “Vale, I can go get him. I have to leave you for a moment, but I will come back, and then the two of us will stay with you, to hell with what the doctor’s tell me.” She smiled and kissed his knuckles.
Just as Demeter’s lips came into contact with Vale’s knuckles, DD burst through the doors. He looked worried at first, but one whiff, one look at Demeter, and anger had plastered over all of his concern. “Small world,” he mused, scurrying to the opposite side of Vale.
COMING! [And yes, he’s fallen in the process.]
You’re the brilliant one. [He cooed.]
Forever and always. [He murmured, nuzzling the other happily.]
[He beamed at Vale and smiled, leaning to peck him on the lips gently.]
