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*note about how I write for Martiñ I use [ ] when he is using his notepad and { } when he is signing*

What was a home? A place? A space?

Or was it an experience? A sanctum. A warmth. And undying love.

Family was deeper than blood. It was trust, it was compassion. It was the strength that pushed you forward. The desire to put someone before yourself, before all else.

Oswald had known how that felt. He was the weed in the garden that grew and grew under the warmth of his mother's love. Grew into a little monarch that smothered all of the haughty flowers with his strong roots.

Roots that he built this home with.

It had started with Edward.

The wanderer, lost soul. The man who'd had never had a home. Who had carved one out from the fabric of their love.

Love wasn't quiet. Love wasn't easy. But it was warm and forgiving. It was the anchor that kept you steady in the eye of the storm.

It had started with Edward, his first true love.

But this home wasn't built in a day. It stood for years, bare boned and empty waiting to be filled again.

This home had started with Edward, but it was built with Martiñ.

The little prince, the soldier who had brought Oswald's heart home from war and healed him, sewn it up so that he could love again.

Martiñ was the glue that bound them. The brick and mortar. The steady ground when the earth began to shake. The one who steadied the roaring seas when Ed and Oswald's ghosts came back to haunt them in the dead of night.

Yes, this house was built with Martiñ and it was brought to life with Eleanor, mother nature's startling gift.

Small delicate. Brave and curious. Oswald was so afraid to bring her into this world. Their world. A world full of monsters. But Ed swept her into his arms and danced amongst the stars like she was made just for him.

Born on a rainy night, she was the rainbow after the storm passed. The last piece to this glorious puzzle.

No, home wasn't built in a day. This home was built brick by brick from love, tears and endless devotion.

This home with roots so deep it would take more than wind or fire to tear them from the ground.

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"Did you know that today is your birthday?" Edward paced back and forth, twirling once in the middle of the kitchen, slow dancing with this great love of his.

"Of course, you did. You're very intelligent." He kissed the tiny nose.

"Say, what never asks questions but is often answered?" He lifted the little bundle of joy, so that her lips barely brushed his ear. "A doorbell? Gosh, you're good at this!" Ed gathered his daughter back into his arms, watching her raised her arms joyfully as soon his face came back into view.

She spoke to him with a babble of nonsensical words, the dimples in her cheeks rising with every little smile. Ed kissed her forehead "Don't worry sunshine your food is almost done."

Ed once thought that he would never meet anyone more beautiful than Oswald. Eleanor had proved him wrong. Eleanor was a perfect mix of him and Oswald. Soft green eyes, tousled brown locks, pouty lips, Oswald's long sloping eyes lashes and Ed's steep nose.

A soft ding drew Ed's attention away from Ellie's whimsical green eyes. He placed her into her highchair and snapped the bib around her neck. He dipped a spoon into the food and placed it against the inside of his wrist. Perfect temperature.