Becoming the Luna - Chapter 377

“I can’t believe you still remembered…” Hayden murmurs shyly, hiding his face in Virgil’s neck, they were settled in their bed for the night and he was referring to the wedding earlier today.

“Not really.” Virgil says honestly, hands thrown over Hayden’s bulky form, it’s been months and his terror hadn’t abated one bit, he had hope that the time before the birth would give him enough time to mentally prepare but that was big clown energy.

“Renee took a video of it…” Virgil says.

It was the first time they had gotten married, in his mom’s silk robe, he might have burst into tears when he recognized the familiar words – he’s going to blame that on baby hormones.

There was an obvious difference between the original one which had been simple and sincere but it still invoked the same feeling of being utterly and irrevocably in love.

“I had no idea she still had that.” He perks up in surprise, glancing up.

“She thought she did, I found it when she dragged me to come help her pack up, wanted to surprise you.” Virgil says contently, pressing a slow kiss to Hayden fluffy curls.

“You definitely did…” Hayden agrees easily, wide smile on his face.

If he had to pick which of their weddings was his favourite, he probably wouldn’t be able to make a choice both were just as important and as special to him as the other, none more important or more meaningful than the other.

The wedding had been beautiful, full of laughter and sunshine, of smiles and love, it made the aches he got in his back and feet worth it just to get to enjoy the day with others.

One of his highlights had been when Pixie stunned everyone by tugging her hand from her mom who had been acting as a support to waddle and stumble into Hayden’s arms, giggling happily as she waved both ring boxes in her chubby fists.

Getting the bone shaped ring box from her had been a bit of a hassle, the adorable child thinking it was a toy, Shana’c color outfit easily distracted her though so she was stuck with the hyperactive baby for the rest of the ceremony.

The entire day had been fun but exhausting, a large mini party had been pretty much held outside as well, Dream had gotten grumpy about halfway through it, sticking to his husband’s side like a leech.

His pouty grumbles had faded away to bright, childlike wonder when the gifts started rolling in…

Hayden hides a groan, there was a boat load of gifts thrown into a spare room which they would have to tackle pretty quickly so that they could begin to prepare for the baby…

He snuggles in closer, accepting the kiss that his mate claims his lips with, a content hum spilling from him.

A matching expression of content is on Virgil’s face even as he gazes down at his entire world with stars in his eyes and he’s so fucking happy that Hayden walked up him when they were kids and most importantly… he stayed.

“Baby?” Hayden calls softly into the darkness and quiet of the room.

“Hmm?” Virgil hums his response.

“Tell me the vow again?” He prompts sleepily, he didn’t care that it sounded cheesy, he wouldn’t ever get tired of hearing Virgil say them.

“Sure….”

“…I know how to smile, because of you…

…I know who to live for, because of you…

…I know what love is, because of you…”

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“You’ll throw out your back if you keep constantly carrying me.” Dream complains half heartedly when Dale picks him up and makes his way across the room to the bed.

“Are you calling me old?” Dale teases, they had just showered and very few things made him happier than seeing Dream drowning in his clothes.

“No, I’m calling you fat.” Dream says without mincing his words, knowing that although Dale was fit, he would get all pouty to humor him.

It was ironic that he would call his mate that when he was the fat one, literally, but he was going to blame it all on Dale.

It was all his Alpha’s fault that he had gotten so fat, he kept improving on his cooking because Dream had complimented him once and now there was no denying what Dale cooked for him, not because he didn’t want to hurt his mate’s feelings but he couldn’t resist.

And Dale, ever the perfect, doting mate, always made sure food was constantly available.

At this rate they were going to have to sew curtains or sheets together just to keep him clothed.

Dale gently places him on the bed, fluffling up his pillows and tucking him in.

Dream has a sappy smile on his face. “You don’t have to keep doing this…”

Dale leans over to cut him off with a petal soft kiss. “When you stop worrying about it…I’ll be free to smother you then.” Dale says decisively, pushing his mate’s soft blonde locks out of his face to reveal a flushed face beneath.

He needed Dream to understand that he didn’t take care of him because he was pregnant or because he had been trying to woo him but simply because he loved him, it was taking his fiesty mate a good while to accept that simple reason.

With time, Dream would come to understand because Dale was still doing all the little things he always did even though they were already married, he would keep at it even when he wasn’t pregnant anymore, even when their child or kids were all grown up and they grow old together, he would keep at it till Dream understood that he loved him.

“Come on, time for bed.” Dream bosses him around like Dale hadn’t just literally tucked him in.

“One sec, the sky is so beautiful, the perfect background to fall asleep to…” He rambles.

Dream just listens to him patiently, he loved how Dale got so into things that he loved, losing himself in earnest words as he tried hard to portray just how much he loved said thing…

He doesn’t mind Dale throwing open the curtains, it was dark out so it wasn’t like it would upset the ambiennce of the room but he has to agree that the sky is pretty.

He’s too sleepy to appreciate it though, cuddling up close to his husband when the Alpha finally gets in bed.

“Come on, Honey, star gaze with me a bit…” Dale asks sweetly.

There’s no way Dream is saying no to that but… “There are no stars out.”

“Then, cloud gaze with me.” Dale quick switches up, his grin bright in the dim room.

“Sure, love.” Dream easily agrees, resting his head on Dale’s chest as he looks out into the sky outside.

The swirling clouds were soothing and they were high up enough that the lights from the lower floor didn’t obscure the wide strip of dark colors, he gets lost in watching the sky, thinking of how lucky he was to have all these when…

“Why are you staring at me?” Dream blurts out when he glances at Dale to see his husband’s dark eyes staring at him.

Dale doesn’t flinch, steady and calm eyes staring directly into Dream’s eyes, it made him color up from the intensity,

“Well, the sky outside is blue-grey but it’s no match to your eyes, I would rather watch them instead.”