Falling in love~ (Stolitz)-(Smut, fluff, & maybe angst)

~Astra~

A/N This is the next part! I hope y'all like it. Might as well post some angst later 😈

"It's so...round."

Stolas laughed. "It is an egg, my love."

The two of them were sitting cross-legged in the nursery room. Blitzø pressed his face against the glass of the egg cooker where their egg sat. He could see Stolas through the glass—his head resting on his hands as he smiled softly at their egg.

Their egg supposedly has their soon-to-be hatched kid inside.

"And it has Rocketflare in it?"

"It does...And no."

"Come on! That's a badass name!"

"Loona is fortunate you did not name her."

"Oi!"

He saw that smile grow larger through the glass, and he can't help but return it.

This had become a routine ever since their egg came into their world. Spending hours every day just watching it in the newly redone nursery which they had spent countless days working on together. Ensuring it'd be something their kid would absolutely love. Hanging up farm posters, putting up horse wallpaper, hanging up actual stars on the ceiling. It had taken him a long time to get over the novelty of holding up a fucking star—even dimmed and shrunken down, but soon they lit the room in all their fantastical glory. There was pirate shit everywhere and several plushies and toys blanketed the floor. A clash of colors and mismatched shelves and other decorations made for a kickass room, he'd say.

Their daughters had called it 'A little loud' but Stolas had said it was charming. And as the baby papa, his opinion mattered most here, dammit!

Blitzø would spend this time talking to their egg. Read them stories, watched movies, and told jokes. Imagining the sound of their laughter. Unbelieving he'd get to hear it soon.

Stolas would sing in this comforting sweet voice that wasn't fucking fair. Using magic to soothe their kid even through their shell. Putting more stars and images of the moon that will really impress the kid when they hatched.

Stolas was definitely gonna be the favorite right from the get-go. Couldn't even blame them for it, Stolas was his favorite too.

Stolas had given him a rundown, spreadsheets, and diagrams of what to expect during the entire hatching process. According to the now very bloated binders, it'd be any day now that their kid will break free of their shell, and their tiny goey body would be out and about in the world. Causing chaos and mayhem with the toys they've handmade.

Hmm...

"Do you think we made enough toys?"

"You've made enough toys for our child to have a legion of their own."

"So they could take over a country?"

Stolas hummed, tilting his head in contemplation—beak stretched into a small line of mirth.

"...Easily so."

"Fuck yeah, our ambitious...Shilberry."

"Absolutely not."

"That's a real name!"

"Blitzø."

"Stolas."

"No."

He rolled his eyes.

He watched the egg a few moments longer, coming up with different names he knew were probably gonna be shot down.