Lucky, aren't we?

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Spalsh...splash...

It felt nice. Like flooding on clouds. Wet clouds. But aren't clouds made of condensed water? Was he really on the clouds? If so, the only explanation would be he died and was on his way to heaven.

"Mo...Momo..." someone calling him sounded like He Tian. What was his problem? Also, why was he here? Did they fuck too much and die together? As romantic as it sounded, imagine someone having to see their embarrassing state and naked bodies. He suddenly felt warm water splashed on his face, and only then did Mo let his cloud dream dissipate, opening his eyes.

He was in the tub. Correction, they were both in the tub. But leaning against He Tian's supple chest and submerging his tired bones in warm water wasn't that different from his cloud dream. Mo cupped water and splashed his face, waking himself up from utter tiredness. "Why were you smiling in your sleep?" He Tian nuzzled his face in Mo's hair and wrapped his arms over Mo's chest. "Hmm...I was dreaming, I died and went to heaven. Never again."

Instead of arguing with him, He Tian chuckled, drawing circles over Mo's smooth chest with his fingers. "You say that every time..." Mo drove his elbow back into He Tian's rib, making the dark-haired man choke on his words. "I was telling the truth..." He Tian laughed, wincing as his husband didn't go easy with his punches. "Screw you..." Mo lowered himself till he was lying his head on He Tian's stomach and blowing bubbles in the water. "You already did..." He Tian mumbled, picking up shower gel and started wiping Mo's arms.

It was nice. Mo enjoyed having Tian's hands massage his sore muscles and delighted at the feeling of fingers stroking his scalp just right, not too gentle but not too rough. In moments like these, Mo thought he could want nothing else in this life. But human greed is something not to be overlooked. "Tian..." He started, drawing his legs to the chest as he sat perfectly still between, He Tian's legs. The taller man, sitting on the edge of the tub with his legs spread in eagle style and immersed himself in the art of washing his husband's hair, hummed as a reply. "What did Jian Yi say to you?" He Tian's hands stopped for a second before they resumed their circular motion. "...I am sorry. I talked to him behind your back." "That's not what I am asking. I don't care about that. What I care about is what you heard from him."

He Tian sighed, loud enough to be heard clearly by everyone in the bathroom and turned on the water to rinse off the soap from Mo's hair. "...We didn't talk much. He just mentioned that you were worried about our future." Mo wanted to say something, but the water was coming down his head, drowning his complaints. "...You were worried about having kids...That's all he said." Tian finished rinsing Mo's hair and sat his back against the cold tile, looking down at Mo's pearly nape.

"I wasn't..." "Do you really need kids?" He Tian's voice cracked a little as he put his arms on Mo's shoulder. Mo shivered as his hands were cold against his skin, but instead of shying away, he entangled his fingers with He Tian's cold ones, sharing the warmth that was given to him. He leaned his head on their entwined hand and thought hard. Did he want a family? Yes, he did. He wanted nothing more than to build a family with He Tian. But did he feel empty without children?

"I love you more than anything, Mo. I am happy and content with what we have now. This is more than anything I could ever ask for. For me, you are my family. My love. My baby..." Mo chuckled at He Tian's last word, but the other man was serious. He let go of Mo's hands and waited until the redhead stood up and faced him. He looked up at Mo's face, all red and pretty. So pretty, he wanted to keep him in his arms and never let go. "It is very dangerous for us to have children. You know that..." He felt like crying when Mo put his arms on his shoulders. "I cannot lose you, Momo...You...you know, there are people out there who would die for their kids and did. It is their choice; I have nothing to say for that."

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