A Happy Future
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I am just borrowing them for a little while and will return them unharmed.
Author’s Notes- A short, fluffy Diavolos/Kenna fic based on the prompt “let’s have a baby” (though I changed the dialogue to ‘make’ because I thought it sounded better).
Pairing- Kenna/Diavolos
Rating- PG-13
Summary- Kenna and Diavolos talk about children.
Words- 344
“Diavolos?”
“Yes, my love?” He asked, absently playing with a strand of her as they lay in bed together, their limbs entwined.
“How do you feel about children?” She asked hesitantly. She knew that children were expected to continue the royal line, but she had no idea how Diavolos actually felt about them or how many he wanted? Would he want them right away or would he prefer to wait a while?
Their relationship had moved so quickly that they had never really had a chance to talk about their future, except that they wanted it to be together.
He went very still for a moment. “I don’t know what kind of father I’ll be,” he said finally, “but I want the chance to find out.” He cupped her face in one hand. “I want to have a family with you, Kenna.”
“Good.” She said with a smile, “because it’s what I want more than anything. I always wanted a brother or sister and since that wasn’t possible, I decided I’d have lots of children instead.”
“Lots huh?” Diavolos asked with a chuckle, “I guess we could that. When did you want to have these children?”
“As soon as possible,” Kenna said honestly, “I want to have a family with you, Diavolos. I want to fill our castles with happy laughter and lots of love.”
A look of longing flashed across his handsome face and Kenna’s heart ached for the little boy he had once been, the one who had been so desperate for love and attention that he had turned himself into a weapon. But those days were behind him.
“We’re going to be so happy,” she assured him, giving him a gentle kiss.
“I’m already happier than I ever believed possible,” he confessed before deepening the kiss, turning him from sweet and gentle to something more. The perfect kind of something for her next request, actually.
“Diavolos,” she whispered against his lips, “let’s make a baby.”
“Your wish is my command, my queen,” he told her, his dark eyes full of promise.
- End
