[曦澄 | XiCheng]: The Fear Of Falling In Love [~PART 1~]

[156.] The plan is: no plan.

- Open up, sweetheart.

Jiang Cheng blushed, remembering those words in another context, but still enjoying the stubbornness with which Zewu-Jun insisted on helping him with dinner.

- Tell me now. Tomorrow.  –  he mumbled.

- Yes. The same plan, hopefully.  –  Lan Xichen grinned shamelessly.

- Huan!  -  Jiang Cheng's face was burning. He wasn't too sure he would survive another night like their last night  –  not  if he wanted to be able to walk and sit the next day.

- What is it now, sweetheart?

Lan Huan's face was way too close to his, and he puffed:

- Be serious for just 5 minutes, will you, Clan Leader Lan Xichen!  This is not a game!

- Oh, Wanyin! I thought you were not  interested in politics!  –  Zewu-Jun said mildly, amused to watch his kitten so embarrassed and flushed.

- But it is my Clan!  –  he hissed, the hot breath on his neck was making him hot too.

- Whatever you've decided, my love, I will support you. Tomorrow we will meet the officials, but not for too long. You need rest, A-Cheng. I want us to go back, as soon as possible.

Wei Wuxian was observing them across the table, grinning  –  he had such fun to watch his brother sweat because of his husband's quite open expression of affection, as now the roles had reversed; the main problem was that now everybody in the dining area of the inn was staring at them openly, quite stunned. Jiang Cheng's baby bump was the topic of quite a big part of the gossip for the last two days too.

- Ahhh, Zewu-Jun!  –  he exclaimed.  –  You are too good to my idiot brother! He doesn't deserve this. I mean  –  today you cancelled a strategic meeting so that he could  sleep!  People travelled for days to get here for this meeting, A-Cheng, you moron!

Wei Ying was leaning in over the table, mocking his brother  –  he, too, wanted to return home to his beloved as soon as was humanly possible. Now everything was delayed with one more day.

- Shut your mouth, or I will come and shut it for you, Wei Wuxian!  -  Jiang Wanyin growled, ready to jump and fight.

- You?!  –  Wei Ying laughed out loud.  –  You can't even put your pants on alone any more!

- Uhhh, I am soooo going to---

Lan Xichen grabbed his shoulder just in time before he could stagger too dangerously and fall over, tripping on his own long robes, as it was already almost impossible for Jiang Cheng to see his feet.

- Darling... Sweetheart, please, calm down. It will be fine.  –  he cooed, amused at this childish behavior, but he also turned to Wei Wuxian, saying with reproach:

- Master Wei, Wanyin was sleeping deeply. Even if we had the meeting, and I brought him to it  –  we wouldn't have been able to wake him up...  He always has to wake up on his own.

Jiang Wanyin was frowning still, mad at his brother, but now, hearing his lover's soothing voice, he hid his face in his chest, choosing to ignore everyone and everything and just be held and petted by his husband.

- We will get the gifts to the Temple in the morning, pay our respects, and at noon we will meet the Elders and the Clan Leaders. If Sandu Shengshou feels alright  –  we could start for Gusu in the afternoon even. It is not such a great delay.  –  he smiled.

- Ha!  –  Wei Ying crossed his arms in front of his chest.  –  You spoil him too much, Zewu-Jun! What will happen when the baby is born?!  He must take responsibility!  This is his duty!

- Once the baby is born...  -  Lan Xichen's eyes wandered off to a dreamy future, but he felt his husband's gentle fingers on his lips and their eyes met.  –  Wanyin... My love...  -  he murmured quietly.

- Huan... I love you so much, Huan... Our baby... Perfect, like you...  -   Jiang Wanyin was whispering, swooning in his arms.

- Ugh, useless!  –  Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes and left them  –  they were too far gone already, and no discussion was possible any more. 

He honestly tried to remember whether he and Lan Zhan had ever behaved in this way... No. Impossible. Not Hanguang-Jun. No. Nope.

The night was spent in whispered dreams about the future, stolen kisses and girlish giggles, as Sandu Shengshou said "no"  to sex this time, and so Zewu-Jun decided it was high time to take advantage of the fact that his husband now needed his help to reach his feet, or get up from a seat, and re-discovered tickling.

Jiang Cheng was getting into his 6th month.