Soft Spot → Sylus

Gender Reveal

A/N: Considering Sylus's lore is currently very limited, I'm using my own theory to shape his lore.

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For an infamous fugitive with a bounty on his head, Sylus has surprised himself with the changes he made on himself for the past week. The man isn't even eager to be a father - the thought of raising a family had never crossed his mind ever. In fact, domestic life sounds too bland for his liking.

But, he has you by his side. The kindred spirit from a future timeline that he lost during the war. Not only did he bend time and space to go back in time, he's also wiping the possible disaster from repeating itself in the future. In other words, in another timeline, his existence is completely wiped out and he's risking himself in this current timeline just to save you from your death in the future.

It's been approximately a year since the incident. But, the memory still haunts him from time to time.

Becoming a fugitive in the present time is nothing compared to the timeline he experienced. In fact, it was much more peaceful than he had thought. People respect him out of fear, nobody dares to cross the lines he make.

Mephisto's caws catches Sylus's attention. Resting the fountain pen he holds, he turns to Mephisto with a quirked eyebrow. "What is it?" he eyes the crow with slight interest shining in his eyes.

The crow caws several times, flailing it's wings once before settling back to perch on Sylus' table.

"I don't see why the baby's gender is so important."

Mephisto responds by cawing, as if trying to prove his point.

"A name?" Sylus ponders for a moment, the dim light reflected against his spectacles. "Haven't thought much of it. I might as well let (Name) decide fully."

Mephisto's caws, the tone he uses sounds similar to a parent scolding their child. In response, Sylus breathes a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Let's wait till tomorrow."

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The day rolls by painfully slow, you nearly died of boredom. You end up spending your first day off mostly by sleeping and snacking on the extravagant snacks the chef made — Sylus insisted that it would be healthier compared to packaged snacks.

Earlier today, you awoke at 7 AM, greeted by the  sun's warm light seeping in through the huge window directly in front of the bed. Sylus, as per usual, brought your breakfast in bed with his casual outfit and a pair of black sunglasses. It became his routine, despite the fact that he usually sleeps at 4 AM and only wakes up at 10 AM.

Afterwards, you spent the remaining day in Sylus's office, helping him with the small tasks that you begged for him to give in order to kill your boredom. The man's taking your pregnancy a little too far by making you sit idly in his lap whenever you visit his office. Other than that, you'd usually sit in the bar, enjoying desserts and snacks the chef made.

The doctor's appointment occasionally would clog your mind. Sylus initially demanded the doctor to visit, but considering he wants only the highest quality ultrasound for the best result, it requires you to visit the hospital.

So, here you are, laying down on the hospital bed with Sylus by your side. You can't help but feel anxious, especially when the doctor gently rubs a gel-like consistency all over your stomach.

"There she is," the doctor faces the monitor stationed on the left side of the bed. A soft thrum of heartbeat fills the entire room, the image of the baby's face appears on the monitor.

You've never experienced it before, so you wouldn't be able to tell much. But, judging by the facial structure, she definitely resembles Sylus.

"A girl?" you turn your head to face the doctor.

"Yep, congratulations!" a gentle smile etches on the doctor's face. She moves the wand across your stomach, taking several screen shots of the baby. "She's a bit small for her age, but she looks perfectly healthy otherwise. I suggest you eat more. What you eat is what the baby eats."

Speaking of, the baby's mouth starts to move, as if munching on something. "Oh, it seems like she's enjoying the lunch you just ate," the doctor chuckles.

A brief chuckle comes from your right side. Turning your head, you notice Sylus has a hand over his mouth — he's stifling a laugh. It's an ultra rare sound you'd probably only hear once in a lifetime.

"Judging by the baby's development, it seems like you're around 31 weeks along. I'll schedule our next meeting in 3 weeks from today."

You nod as the doctor hands you the printed screenshots. "Thank you," sitting up, you pull your shirt down to cover your stomach before standing up.

Exiting the examination room, you feel a mix of emotions stirring in your stomach. Your arms are linked with Sylus as he leads the way out of the hospital while your eyes are glued on the glossy picture of the baby.

"She looks a lot like you," you remark, catching Sylus's attention.

"How so?" he glances down at the picture in your hand with piqued interest.

"She has your nose."

Sylus chuckles, "She looks like a small kitten."

"If she's a kitten, does it make me a cat?"

"You're still a kitten to my eyes," Sylus opens the car door for you to step in.

Stepping in, you lean back against the soft cushioning of the seat. "And, what will you be?"

Closing the door, Sylus sits across from you as the car begins to move. "Your husband."

Sylus's response ends the conversation. Your mind begins to wander as you begin to notice the small details of the car's interior. You're not a fan of cars, but you remember Sylus mentioning that this is called a Rolls-Royce Phantom. Apparently its equipped with anti bullets and explosion, if you rememer correctly.

"Got any plans?" Sylus's voice broke the silence.

"Oh, um," you stammer, trying to recall what you had prepared in mind. "I'm not sure I remember."

Sylus hums, throwing one leg on top of his other. "I guess I'll just have arrange my own plans with you."

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A/N: I'm sorry it's a bit short. Might make a longer chapter next.