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It's been years since Starlight; Aaron and Aphmau were happily married with a little girl named Alina. Zane was over at the house, babysitting, while the two were out on a date. Zane sat on the couch as the toddler played with her toys; Zane looked down at the black-haired toddler and started to think. What if Nana were able to have children of their own? He flushed at the thought of a black-haired or pink-haired meif'wa toddler running around their shared house.
After Aaron and Aphmau returned, Alina was fast asleep in her room, Zane was waiting for them on the couch. He stood and said his goodbyes before walking home. Zane and Nana started living together only just a year ago; he was glad to get away from Laurence and Garroth. As much as Zane loved his older brother, he can barely stand living with him anymore. Laurence was well...Laurence.
Zane stepped into the house, shrugging off his hoodie and hung it on the coat rack before heading upstairs. He was tired from taking care of Alina, he trudged slowly up the stairs and into the bedroom. "Zane?" Nana called out looking up at him from her book. She was sitting in her spot on the bed; Zane greeted her with a smile. “How was Alina?”
“Full of energy, as always,” he walked over to the bed, pulling off his shirt as hands moved against his chest. He didn’t realize that Nana had gotten off the bed and moved in front of him.
“You look exhausted,” she noted. Zane nodded in agreement, Nana placed her hand against his cheek. Zane stopped wearing his mask not too long after they started officially dating; she could be more proud of him.
“What are you still doing up?”
“I was waiting for you,” she answered. Her fingertips felt cold against his chest,
“You didn’t have to.” He yawned, as Nana leaned down pressing a kiss to his lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist; they broke apart.
“Get some rest,” she whispered. He nodded as he stood to change into pajamas; when he returned, Nana was already laying down and ready to turn off the lamp. Zane crawled to his spot on the bed, even though the both of them know that the spots get ignored within the night as they snuggle up against each other.
Nana turned off the light as she turned to lay her head on Zane’s chest, he played with her pink hair and once and a while scratched against her ear, causing her to purr. “Nana,” she hummed.
“Have you ever thought of…having kids?”
“I have,” she answered. “I love babies, having my own would be fun.” She added, “Why do you ask?”
“I was thinking while babysitting Alina,” he explained.
“No, we can’t kidnap her,” Zane burst into laughter.
“Yeah, sure, like that’s not what you do the moment Aphmau and Aaron step into the house with her,” he pointed out. She laughed before it died away and seriousness took its place.
“Seriously, though, Zane, do you want kids?” He let out a sigh,
“Yes, believe it or not I actually like children.”
“I thought you thought they were gross,” Nana argued, playfully.
“That was before Alina,” Nana hummed.
“Well, better get me a ring then,” she mumbled. Zane froze as Nana’s breaths became even and heavy. She was asleep. Zane stared at the darkness before him, the words repeating in his head. Better get me a ring then. It wasn’t long before Zane too fell asleep; however, he had a surreal dream.
Zane awoke to screaming, at first, he thought that it was Garroth yelling about something. He was about to shout back for them to shut up, but the door burst open.
“DADDY! MAMA! Uncle Garroth and Uncle Vylad are here!” Zane groaned sitting up as the girl was standing in their doorway. She had black and pink hair with bright orange eyes. He took notice the black ears and tail; he felt himself smile and say,
“We’ll be up in a minute, Hon.”
“Okay!” She closed the door behind her as Zane turned towards Nana; who’s hair was cut in a shorter length that was a little under her chin. She looked older but just as beautiful,
“Love, Garroth and Vylad are here,” Nana mumbled something incoherent under her breath. “Love?” Nana sat up, her stomach was large like a balloon; she struggled to get out of the bed. Zane was about to help her, but she reached her feet.
Zane woke up that morning with wide eyes; was that an actual dream? He glanced down; Nana was asleep against his chest. Zane thought about it more, him and Nana as parents. Married, even? What would his parents think? Zianna would be over the moon about one of her sons finally getting married. Garte wouldn’t believe it at first, like he had when he found out that he and Nana were dating. Garroth would probably scream his head off and Vylad, like Dad, wouldn't believe it.
Zane continued to stare down at Nana’s features; he loved the way the early morning sun shone on her face. He wished that sometimes, those soft moments would last forever. She mumbled something under her breath as she slowly stirred awake. She blinked, looking up at Zane, who was lost in his thoughts. Nana giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.
“Marry me,” he whispered.
“What?” she asked, a bit shocked. Not the exact way you’d ask your girlfriend to marry you, but he didn’t care.
“Marry me.”
“Where’s my ring?” she joked. Zane chuckled,
“I’ll do it fancy and officially later,” he whispered, kissing her again.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” she giggled as Zane turned them over so he was on top of her. He wanted to stay like this, forever, wrapped in the arms of the woman he loved. And soon, there will be another girl he’ll give his heart to. That girl will call Nana, “Mama”.