maid • kaeya

lxxx

• third person •

"You two seem in high spirits."

August and Lucien were giggling between themselves, only for both of their backs to shoot up at the sound of a familiar voice. He was stood at the living room door, his arms folded with furrowed brows.

"D...Dad..!" August exclaimed quietly.

"You didn't even hear me come in! Talk about obsessed with each other..." August's father muttered to himself.

"What?" August shook his head, thankfully not hearing that last part. A silly smile curved his lips — a smile that his father wasn't very used to. He blinked. "Anyway. It's a shame. You just missed them."

"Missed who?" His father tilted his head.

Lucien giggled. "Your grandchildren!"

All of a sudden, it felt as if you could hear even a pin drop in the room. Lucien and August glanced at each other. His father had completely paled.

It was almost as if you could hear his heart drop.

"August got you pregnant???!!" August's father yelled out.

August shot up. Lucien didn't even process what he had said.

"What the hell are you saying?!!! No!!!!" August cried out. "Sh-she meant (Y/N)!!! Why would you say that?! How would you even 'miss' that??!"

"Ugh, Dad, you're so—" August held his face for a moment, before reaching out towards Lucien. Lucien stared at him blankly. Not a single thought went through her mind as she took his hand, allowing him to drag her out of the room. "Let's just go."

"Hey- What do you mean (Y/N) was-?"

August's father's voice faded as they reached the top of the stairs. It was only then that it dawned upon Lucien what he had said. Her face reddened, her mouth opening, though August instantly shook his head. "Ignore him," he pleaded. "Come on."

Lucien continued to follow him as he led her to his bedroom. He pushed open the door, though, almost immediately, a frown became of his lips. Of course, since they'd been entertaining the kids all afternoon, August didn't get a chance to clean up the mess he'd made searching for his showcase's key. He heaved a heavy sigh, shutting the door once again. Lucien's eyes were big when he met them.

"Can we go to your room?" he asked with a somehow defeated tone.

Lucien's blush remained. "You mean your mother's room?"

Unconsciously, August leant in a little as he spoke, a gentle smile curving his lips, "It's yours while my mom isn't here."

Lucien stared into his eyes. Her words almost became lost the longer she gazed into them, so pink and pretty; Lucien loved pink. N-nothing to do with his eyes though. She did love pink, however. His eyes matched her clothes. Cute. A man like him having pink eyes. Did his mother has pink eyes? Or did his father? She couldn't remember the colour of his father's eyes now. Wow. Such pretty eyes.

August looked away, releasing her hand. Instantly, Lucien snapped back to reality.

His ears were red.

"Y-yes, we can go into my room," Lucien said rapidly the moment she was back. Why was she staring at him like that? That was so awkward...

August avoided her gaze. "G-great. After you."

Huh? Why were they even staying together anyway? He wanted to spend more time with her? Even after this entire afternoon?

No... that wasn't it. It must have been because of their conversation yesterday. He probably just wanted to make sure she didn't do anything silly. Of course. Otherwise, Luca would be upset.