~Pearl to My Oyster~(WRIOLETTE FIC)

Chapter 50

(Sorry for being inactive loves, I had the worst case of writer's block 🖤🖤😔😔😔⛓️⛓️, as compensation you get more Mama Neuvi fluff)

How utterly mortifying.

Was all Neuvillette would and would think of when a little girl came crawling out of her crib.

"Mama! Mama!"

Lucille cooed, and his earlier thoughts of embarrassment were gone at the sight of his daughter. Picking her up, he settled her on one of his plump thighs (a result from the sweets Furina had sent him after the entire incident with the false Hydro Archon).

"Hello my dear. I believe you should be asleep right now, hm?"

A hint of a smile tugged at his lips, their rosy edges curving upwards ever so slightly.

Much to Neuvillette's simultaneous dismay and joy, Wriothesley seemed to catch on and pressed a gentle kiss to them. His dragon instincts practically swooned, while his rational, normal and human brain was rather mortified at the display of affection.

"So, about that third little sister-"

"Absolutely not."

The Chief Justice gave the former Archon a stern stare as Wriothesley chuckled.

"What he means, dearest Miss Furina, is that we're already busy with you, Sigewinne, Lucille, and about forty eight others."

"I'm sorry, FORTY EIGHT-?!"

Wriothesley softly laughed as Neuvillette let out a long suffering sigh. The Iudex really had no idea how he'd managed to put up with her racket for five hundred years...

"Not like that, Miss Furina. Forty eight as in the number of Melusines in Fontaine."

"Wawawlalalaaa!"

A babbling Lucille added on, her little face nuzzling into his flat yet velvety tummy. With a smile, he picked up the little infant effortlessly, she didn't weight much after all, and held her to his chest. Her little head was tucked under his chin, and his long white hair provided a makeshift curtain for her to hide behind.

"Owah! Inga inck!"

Wriothesley laughed.

"She's what? Two? Three? I think she could use some help with speaking. Maybe one of us could teach her, or we send her to some speech therapy class?"

"Maybe. But shall we wait? She still hasn't started grade school."

"That's true. She's advanced enough, I guess. Aren't you smart, chickpea?"

He grinned at Lucille, who reached up for his face again. Furina had a sisterly look on her face as she watched the little girl in Neuvillette's arms, speaking up all of a sudden.

"You really are her parents, dating or not."