Woven in Shadows (agatha x rio)

We have a son?

Chapter Forty-Four: We have a son?

The soft morning light crept into the room, illuminating Agatha's face as she stirred awake. Her hand instinctively reached for the empty side of the bed, expecting the cold sheets that usually greeted her when Rio slipped away in the night. But this time, her fingers brushed against warmth...Rio hadn't left. Agatha blinked in surprise, turning her head to find Rio lying beside her, her dark hair spilling across the pillow. A quiet joy bloomed in Agatha's chest, so sudden and unexpected that it stole her breath.

Without a word, she reached out resting her hand gently on Rio's arm. The touch stirred her and Rio's eyes fluttered open, meeting Agatha's with a soft questioning gaze. "You stayed" Agatha whispered, her voice barely audible, but the warmth in it was unmistakable.

Rio offered a small shrug, her lips twitching into a faint smile. "I wanted to be with you while you slept"

Agatha couldn't help herself; she scooted closer wrapping an arm around Rio's waist and burying her face into the crook of her neck. Rio hesitated for a heartbeat before pulling her closer, her movements tentative but earnest. They lay there in silence, their breathing synchronized, the world beyond the walls of the room fading away.

Agatha whispered, "You don't know how much this means to me."

Rio's fingers brushed through Agatha's hair, her voice soft. "I think I'm starting to understand."

For a moment, nothing else mattered. It wasn't about memories or the weight of the past. It was just the two of them, tangled in a moment so simple yet so profound.

After a few lingering moments in bed, Rio and Agatha reluctantly decided to face the morning. With a shared glance and a soft laugh, they reached for their matching robes deep emerald green with silver embroidery along the edges, a gift Agatha had conjured some time ago for the two of them. Agatha slipped hers on effortlessly, while Rio fumbled with the sash before smirking at her own clumsiness. As they padded to the stairs, Rio looped an arm around Agatha's waist, pulling her close.

"Can't have you tripping on the way down" Rio teased, her tone light, though the warmth in her touch betrayed her intent.

"Oh, please" Agatha shot back with a smirk. "I've been navigating stairs longer than you've existed."

"Yet you're still wobbly without me" Rio countered, grinning as Agatha rolled her eyes but leaned into her anyway.

Together, they descended the staircase, their steps slow and easy, as if neither wanted to break the quiet intimacy of the moment. The robes swayed around their ankles, and the faint aroma of coffee brewing below greeted them, There was something soothing about the stillness, the peaceful rhythm of the morning a stark contrast to the chaos of her fragmented mind.

As they rounded the corner, her eyes found Nessa, sitting still as stone, her chin propped on her hand. Nessa sat at the table, still in her pajamas, scrolling through her phone with a mug of hot chocolate in hand. She looked up when Rio and Agatha entered, her face lighting up. "Morning, moms" she greeted, her tone chipper.

"Morning, sweetheart" Agatha replied, ruffling Nessa's hair as she passed by to pour herself a cup of coffee.

Rio leaned against the counter, watching the exchange with a small, amused smile. "Did you leave any hot chocolate for us, or is this your third mug?" she teased.

Nessa stuck out her tongue playfully. "Second. You can make your own, though. I'm not a barista."

Rio chuckled, reaching over to steal a marshmallow from Nessa's drink, earning a mock glare. "You're lucky I'm not charging you rent" Rio quipped, tossing the marshmallow into her mouth.