The Sound of Silence, A Resident Evil Fanfiction

Torment

**A.N. - WARNING! This chapter will contain rape themes from Resident Evil 4 and should be proceeded with caution. Thanks!

The parenting class took a week for Leon to complete. Sixteen hours of legal discussions, of impacts of divorce, and the child's welfare as well as how to properly communicate with them and their feelings. There were also discussions about stage developments and what to expect in the child's growth, which Leon paid more rapt attention to than the legal things.

He was still not keen on seeing Chris Redfield any time soon, and as soon as another nine weeks passed, Leon decided to take Cristi on a road trip. He wanted to take her to Colorado, his personal escape from the clusterfuckery of city living. He was not sure why, but there was something about being there, perhaps the mountains, the crisp clean air, the dry heat? No...it was the sense of tranquility that Leon loved. The sense of undisturbed peace and timelessness, unchanged, untamed wilderness.

It was the view of Earth as it should be. 

As Leon got settled to his room, he unfolded Cristi's pack and play first. He picked a nice spot away from the sun for naptimes, but just within view of his peripheral so that he could get to her if she needed him. He placed a soft cotton sheet over the mat, then her comforter and a select few plush toys. He pulled out one of her teething toys and handed it to her, watching her reach and take it into her mouth. She mouthed it a bit, cooing softly.

"Does that help?" Leon asked, smiling as her beautiful blue eyes peered back at him. He smiled and stroked her cheek fondly, admiring the beautiful little baby he had spent raising for the past several weeks. She had grown magnificently if he had anything to say about it. She reached her beginning milestones with ease, and slowly she had started taking soft food. Finger-sized pieces of bread, fruit puddings, macaroni and cheese, bananas, so long as it was soft, mushy, but tasty, she would eat anything. 

And Leon had to give her credit for her appetite; she ate, and she ate often. Even with food, his breastmilk supply ended up doubling. He recently introduced her to a soft nipple bottle, so that all he had to do was pump whatever amount of breastmilk he could give her. It gave him relief from cramping pectorals, especially in the middle of the night when she slept full hours.  

He peered back at the windows that gave the room plenty of light. It was past sunset, considering that they had left early that morning and were just now getting settled. It had been a long trip for them, and some much-needed sleep was in order. 

He sighed and looked back at Cristi. He snorted, she had not been awake for long; she was fast asleep in her pack and play, holding her teething giraffe in one hand. He shook his head at her. 

"I envy you, little one."

He sighed and sat on the bed, diligently watching her. He was tired from being on the road for so long. He yawned and nestled against the pillows, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep. His mind dove beyond consciousness, taking him to memories and sweet dreams...

One that would stick to his thoughts through the night...

He remembered peering up at a familiar pair of warm brown eyes, the short cut of hair that belonged to none other than Chris Redfield himself. Confused, he found himself trying to get up. He asked Chris, "What are you doing here?"

"Shhh," Chris hushed him in the softest voice imaginable. Leon trembled, his cheek graced with a calloused hand as lips took his own. It was soft and sweet, like a beer and bourbon sort of taste. It pulled Leon into sweet kisses, his head falling back to the pillow as Chris' lips danced with his.

He reached to Chris's head, his arms brushing against bare skin. Unclothed? He parted long enough to notice that Chris was naked, and surprisingly, so was he. He whimpered, "Chris, hold on a second..."