05-31-2017, 03:37 PM
So many things had happened in such a short time, it was difficult for any to truly wrap their heads around. Maybe even especially his. He used to be of very little importance, once upon a time. Really wasn't that long ago, was it? Sure felt like it. Anyway, his days of careless blundering were and are, over. And he can't say he misses it. Not when what he has here, on this island, is so much more and better than he could have ever imagined for himself. Even if it was a bit unorthodox and complicated how he'd gotten here. Now a co-leader with the man he'd hated, and yet come to like. With the man who was the father to not one, but two sets of kids that Reilly considers his own, whose mother was the one woman who held his very heart within her hypothetical hands. Yeah, complicated. But they were making it work. If not for anyone or anything other than their family to have a place to live and do so however they damn well pleased. Between two dads, a mother, and a sea surrounding their every border, they are set apart. Gladly so. Damn the rest. This island belongs to them.
Reilly is just happy they're finally home. It'd been hell answering the twins questions and comforting them while their very pregnant mom and dad were forced to visit a distant and treacherous land. When every instinct inside of him was awoken and bent on protecting Lacey, he'd been forced to protect the island and Kharon and Kylin while they were away. Hell, he had to admit- even if he didn't like it- Kirby is a hell of a weapon. Perfect for keeping her safe. Reilly had never had to wonder at the man's motivations- knew he was hell-bent on her safe return and wouldn't allow their child to be born in some distant wasteland far from home.
And then the invasion that had set them all off to find somewhere else to call home. A short lived claim. Reilly had hated leaving Ischia, but better that than to serve under someone who even Kirby was prone to loathe. Thankfully, however, it wasn't meant to last. And they were all able to return to their home. This time permanently, and Reilly had agreed with Kirby to ensure it stayed theirs. Even if it meant stepping into a role he'd never anticipated taking. But he would for her. Lacey and her twins. And the precious bundle she carries that finally- today- they would all get to meet.
Of course, he isn't far from her when it begins. Rushing to her side at the familiarity of this painful and beautiful process. The contractions move her, and he is there at once, smoothing sweat from her brow and murmuring soft encouragement. Kharon came to her too, of course. Little guy was so in tune to his mother during this pregnancy, always so interested. Sometimes, even peculiar with his nearness. Silent, but the wheels spinning behind his eyes. Made Reilly wonder, as he'd wondered a few times before, what secrets the boy hides in his growingly handsome head. Kylin isn't too far either, as she never was far from her brother.
And then, Kirby, stepping forward to them with yet another purpley child beside him. This one a soft shade of creamy red and violet, with matching wings. His head lifts to them from where he had been focusing on Lacey, and angles a look of questioning to the metal man. Ah, but the one thing he could always appreciate about Kirby is the way he speaks his mind. Bluntly so, more oft than not. And so, he doesn't make any of them guess what's going on.
Ignoring the endearing term of "lacey, baby" that still has a way of sending pangs of something dark through him, he nods to the man and then stands aside as Lacey herself greets the boy, calling him to her. Badden is a tiny thing, he notices, definitely too young to be alone- unfortunate to be lost. He watches the way he wobbles next to Kirby, and how he stumbles a bit when the metallic man nudges him forward. Well, then. Another addition to their odd bunch.
Reilly can't help the smile that crosses his lips as Lacey nuzzles the boy, welcoming him softly even as her contractions grow stronger and she fights the pain. He acknowledges her need for space, stepping back just far enough for her to lay down. But Kharon gets too close, earning a firm reprimand from mom. The way he shrinks away has his attention snapping to the boy, taking note of how all of this is affecting him. Love fills his face as he moves over to ruffle the boy's hair. "Don't take it ta heart, lad. T'l be over soon. A great honor t'be a big brudder, ye'll see." He winks at him, affection in his eyes, before he turns back to Lacey. There for every part of her struggle to bring another life into their world.
Before long, the baby makes her debut. This adorable little dove-gray bundle, the softest shade of purple lining her features. That familiar ache struck at the corner of his heart, that it was not he that fathered this beauty. But she is perfect, another gorgeous and wonderful and so teeny tiny girl. Precious wee thing. Reilly keeps close, beside himself with joy, reaching over without thought to brush a kiss to Lacey's forehead. "Ya did good, love." He smiles and then steps aside to allow the family to see her, and to let the girl get her bearings.
As they gather, his gaze slips back to Badden, who gazes to him in turn. Something familiar passes between them, something relatable. Together, but apart. He nods to the small boy, offering a small smile. "Welcome to the club, Baddie. Ye'll be alright with us." Perhaps a small comfort to know, even if he was sure he'd rather be with his own family.
His attention turns again, as Kylin's voice rings out, asking what the new baby girl's name will be. Reilly smiles warmly at the lavender and white girl, twin to Kharon and pressed to his side. He steps to her to nuzzle her cheek, exhaling a breath to her skin by way of greeting. "Good question, Kylin. Perhaps another name beginning with K, love?" He says as he pulls away from her to look up at Lacey, smile still remaining.
Reilly is just happy they're finally home. It'd been hell answering the twins questions and comforting them while their very pregnant mom and dad were forced to visit a distant and treacherous land. When every instinct inside of him was awoken and bent on protecting Lacey, he'd been forced to protect the island and Kharon and Kylin while they were away. Hell, he had to admit- even if he didn't like it- Kirby is a hell of a weapon. Perfect for keeping her safe. Reilly had never had to wonder at the man's motivations- knew he was hell-bent on her safe return and wouldn't allow their child to be born in some distant wasteland far from home.
And then the invasion that had set them all off to find somewhere else to call home. A short lived claim. Reilly had hated leaving Ischia, but better that than to serve under someone who even Kirby was prone to loathe. Thankfully, however, it wasn't meant to last. And they were all able to return to their home. This time permanently, and Reilly had agreed with Kirby to ensure it stayed theirs. Even if it meant stepping into a role he'd never anticipated taking. But he would for her. Lacey and her twins. And the precious bundle she carries that finally- today- they would all get to meet.
Of course, he isn't far from her when it begins. Rushing to her side at the familiarity of this painful and beautiful process. The contractions move her, and he is there at once, smoothing sweat from her brow and murmuring soft encouragement. Kharon came to her too, of course. Little guy was so in tune to his mother during this pregnancy, always so interested. Sometimes, even peculiar with his nearness. Silent, but the wheels spinning behind his eyes. Made Reilly wonder, as he'd wondered a few times before, what secrets the boy hides in his growingly handsome head. Kylin isn't too far either, as she never was far from her brother.
And then, Kirby, stepping forward to them with yet another purpley child beside him. This one a soft shade of creamy red and violet, with matching wings. His head lifts to them from where he had been focusing on Lacey, and angles a look of questioning to the metal man. Ah, but the one thing he could always appreciate about Kirby is the way he speaks his mind. Bluntly so, more oft than not. And so, he doesn't make any of them guess what's going on.
Ignoring the endearing term of "lacey, baby" that still has a way of sending pangs of something dark through him, he nods to the man and then stands aside as Lacey herself greets the boy, calling him to her. Badden is a tiny thing, he notices, definitely too young to be alone- unfortunate to be lost. He watches the way he wobbles next to Kirby, and how he stumbles a bit when the metallic man nudges him forward. Well, then. Another addition to their odd bunch.
Reilly can't help the smile that crosses his lips as Lacey nuzzles the boy, welcoming him softly even as her contractions grow stronger and she fights the pain. He acknowledges her need for space, stepping back just far enough for her to lay down. But Kharon gets too close, earning a firm reprimand from mom. The way he shrinks away has his attention snapping to the boy, taking note of how all of this is affecting him. Love fills his face as he moves over to ruffle the boy's hair. "Don't take it ta heart, lad. T'l be over soon. A great honor t'be a big brudder, ye'll see." He winks at him, affection in his eyes, before he turns back to Lacey. There for every part of her struggle to bring another life into their world.
Before long, the baby makes her debut. This adorable little dove-gray bundle, the softest shade of purple lining her features. That familiar ache struck at the corner of his heart, that it was not he that fathered this beauty. But she is perfect, another gorgeous and wonderful and so teeny tiny girl. Precious wee thing. Reilly keeps close, beside himself with joy, reaching over without thought to brush a kiss to Lacey's forehead. "Ya did good, love." He smiles and then steps aside to allow the family to see her, and to let the girl get her bearings.
As they gather, his gaze slips back to Badden, who gazes to him in turn. Something familiar passes between them, something relatable. Together, but apart. He nods to the small boy, offering a small smile. "Welcome to the club, Baddie. Ye'll be alright with us." Perhaps a small comfort to know, even if he was sure he'd rather be with his own family.
His attention turns again, as Kylin's voice rings out, asking what the new baby girl's name will be. Reilly smiles warmly at the lavender and white girl, twin to Kharon and pressed to his side. He steps to her to nuzzle her cheek, exhaling a breath to her skin by way of greeting. "Good question, Kylin. Perhaps another name beginning with K, love?" He says as he pulls away from her to look up at Lacey, smile still remaining.
