My Dear Commander

Proud Parent

The landsmeet had ended, concluding the disbanding of the inquisition. They all made sure to keep each other updated with their individual journeys, sending letters to one another. Cullen and the inquisitor moved to a cosy cabin in Ferelden, keeping in touch with his family. They had gotten married before the landsmeet took place, no one to witness their love but a mabari (dog) that Cullen had found. The others, well they had their journeys. They made sure to send Cullen and the inquisitor letters to let them know that they're alright. There was no sign of Solas anymore, which made the inquisitor scared of what he may do next.

Cullen walked inside the cabin, a sack of supplies in his hand. He went over to the kitchen and put the fruit in a cupboard with the rest. He turned his head and saw her folding some clothes.

"I want you well rested, dear." He said, smiling.

"You know I can't just sit here and do nothing," she replied.

She had to amputate her arm as her mark was getting worse, almost killing her. She was glad that the pain was gone, but afraid of what Solas would do next. Cullen walked over to her then hugged her from behind, placing his hand on her stomach. He gently kissed her neck, chuckling. She held his hand, leaning back into his embrace. She felt loved and happy, as did he. He felt a kick and gasped, eyes lighting up like a star. He grinned, pressing his hand slightly on her belly to feel more kicks.

"They're a feisty one, just like their father," she chuckled.

"They will be as beautiful as their mother," he replied, stroking her hair with his other hand.

She was 8 months pregnant. They had prepared a bedroom for the baby to live in. The inquisitor made sure the house was spotless as she enjoyed cleaning. It was relaxing and a change from all the fighting she did. Cullen walked outside and started cutting some firewood, bringing in logs to put in a basket beside the fireplace. He then shut the door, walking to the kitchen to cook some food for the pair of them. Soon, there was a knock on the door, and she opened it to see two men stood at the door.

"Miss us?" The qunari said, walking into the house.

A shorter man followed, his mustache was magnificent. His name was Dorian, Bull's partner. Dorian flopped in a chair and chuckled as Bull closed the door.

"I see you two will have company soon," Bull said, pointing to the inquisitor's belly.

"You want to feel them kick?" She asked.

Dorian and Bull quickly came over, placing their hands on her belly. They started to feel kicking and got excited, Dorian squeaked like a little boy who was getting candy. Cullen walked into the room and smiled, leaning against the door frame.

"We can't wait for them to be here. Hey, you think Dorian can deliver the baby?" Cullen giggled.

Dorian's face went pale as he gulped, "I would rather not, sorry to disappoint."

Cullen laughed, "Does Bull need to teach you where babies come from?"

"No, I'm not a fan of vagina, obviously."

Bull put his arm around Dorian, ruffling his hair, "I can tell you all about babies. When the woman's in labour she-"

Dorian covered his ears with his hands, blushing deeply, "That is enough!"

The three laughed, making Dorian blush even more.

"I think Josephine would be good." The inquisitor suggested.

Cullen nodded, bolting to get some paper to write a letter to Josephine. Bull walked over to the kitchen and continued cooking food, adding some more so Dorian and him could eat as well. The mabari was asleep in the corner, snoring softly...

Time pass

"Push!!" Josephine yelled, concentrating.

The inquisitor pushed one final time, almost screaming in pain. Cullen held her hand, dabbing a cool damp cloth on her forehead. She squeezed his hand tightly and Cullen bit his lip. She's gonna break my hand he thought to himself. Suddenly, some loud cries echoed throughout the room. Josephine wrapped the little baby in a blanket after washing off the blood and handed it over to Cullen. Cullen held the baby, tears rolling down his cheeks. He's a father like he'd always wanted to be.

"It's a boy" Josephine said softly before going to wash her hands.

Cullen gently kissed the boy's forehead, slowly kneeling beside the inquisitor. He gently gave him to her, helping her hold him with her one arm. Tears fell down her cheeks as she smiled. They were both happy. Josephine opened the bedroom door, letting Bull and Dorian in. They smiled and sat next to Levallen (nickname for an elven inquisitor, gonna use that from now on xD), looking at the little boy in her arms.

"Uncle Bull and Uncle Dorian?" She suggested.

Dorian looked away, "That... would be nice," his voice cracked as if he was about to cry.

Bull chuckled, "I'll teach him about the 'birds and the bees'!"

"I'll be in the room with you to make sure you don't say anything that'll traumatise him," Cullen replied, giggling.

Levallen smiled at the boy who began to cry again.

"I think he's getting hungry," Josephine said. She'd experienced her aunt giving birth a few years before she joined the inquisition, so she knew the basics.

Cullen smiled and gently moved Levallen's robe aside. Dorian quickly looked away, blushing deeply. Bull stared as she started breastfeeding. Cullen watched proudly, stroking the boy's head. She smiled and rested her head on the pillow, her eyes slowly closing as she fell asleep. Cullen stayed by her side as the others left them alone...