Dejected | R. Suna

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"Is that really what you think? Damn, your parents really fucked you up— no offense..." he trails off, surely wishing he'd put his foot in his mouth by now. "Just know that even if I did want more kids, it still would've been okay. You really think I'm dumb enough to let you go again? I may be an idiot, but not that much."

"You are an idiot," You smirk, moving in closer to tuck yourself further into his chest, his chin coming to rest at your crown as his arms pull you flush against his tepid skin. "But maybe I am too. There's plenty of things I still need to work on... I think we both do— but I'm hoping to have you by my side as we work through them together."

Together.

He liked the sound of that.

Almost as much as he likes the sound of your laughter when you play with the kids, or the sound of your heartbeat when he holds you tightly, resting his head on your chest just to feel your warmth. He likes the sound of your fervent, shallow breaths as you pant with desire underneath him when he's inside you, and he especially adores the sound of your voice when you say that you love him.

Those were the sounds he would never be able to live without— despite his best efforts to simmer in his own self-depreciation, his heart just wouldn't let him stay away, because those were the sounds that would soon become the glue that he needed to mend it's shattered pieces. It was his turn now, to be the glue to mend your heart; he was going to make damn sure he fulfilled that promise.

Without a semblance of doubt, you were confident that for once in your life, you had made the best choice for yourself. Was is the right choice? Or even the smartest choice? Maybe, or maybe not— only time would tell, but...

It's your choice.

Your life.

Your heart.

That's all you've ever wanted; the freedom to live your life the way you wanted, no longer maintaining a false sense of professionalism or perfection. No longer following blindly behind the lies of your past, shackled to the upbringing that you never truly felt apart of in the first place.

You knew things wouldn't always be rainbows and sunshine from here on out, but truthfully, you didn't mind the rain. It reminded you that life didn't always have to be perfect. It can be messy, loud, even painful... but what's important is that it's yours and no one would ever take that from you again.

Amidst your moment of self reflection, you notice that Rin has no doubt been lulled to sleep by his very favorite lullaby. He appears almost ethereal in the way that the moonlight cascades upon his handsome features, shining on your most favorite parts of him— his pouty lips, his feathery soft eyelashes that dust his chiseled cheekbones, his cute little nose that blushes pink whenever he's embarrassed or flustered... you can hardly believe that someone so perfect exists.

No, Rintarou isn't perfect— but he is perfect for you.

Your Rintarou.

You can't help but smile at that fact, as you carefully peel yourself out of his grasp, not before leaving a soft kiss to the corner of his parted lips— soon slipping out of bed and into some night clothes so that you can make your way through the hall to find the kids' rooms.

Reiki's door appears first, so you carefully crack it open, finding yourself sweetly surprised to see both of the twins cuddled together underneath Reiki's Pokémon blanket.