Just you and me, baby

He could hear the distant sound of Ignitas voice, and then for a while there was nothing. When he woke, he felt the warmth of Ignita curled around him. After the incident with Yara, he cracked open an eye to ensure it was her. The little form of his fiance greeted him. He leaned down and kissed her crown, struggling to recall what had transpired last.


Ah.


Not his finest hour. He grimaced, and kissed her forehead again. Perhaps it would be wise not to indulge until he was healthy, and perhaps not while Ignita was heavily pregnant. “Have you thought of any names?” He whispered softly to his learned wife. Breezing over what had happened.