No Feelings Allowed (Raihan x OC, NSFW)

Epilogue

Years later.....

"Darcy! Hey! Glad I finally caught you! I was starting to get worried when you didn't come back when you said you would!"

The blonde-haired woman on in the viewer chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back on her neck in kind. She slumped back in her chair, which gave time for a Poochyena pup to leap into her lap and curl up. It was the son of her own Mightyena, whom she'd bred not too long ago and was raising it up to be part of the new team of "tracker" Pokémon for the Safari Zone to utilize, both for human protection and Pokémon. It had become a necessity as visitation had boomed over the last few years.

"Yeah, sorry, Sammy. A storm came in at the last minute and Conner and I got stuck on the mountain. We're fine, though, and so are the Pokémon. Sorry we worried you. Roy wasn't too upset he missed his call with his aunty, was he?" her half-sister chuckled, scratching the dark-furred baby Pokémon gently.

Samantha snickered, "Only a little. He's a pretty smart kid for only being a few years old. He's started talking more clearly and he can recognize Pokémon really well. He's practically ready for his own!"

"Oh-ho? Following in the family tradition of giving a baby Pokémon to grow up with like Dad did?"

"Maybe. Raihan thinks it'd be a fun idea, and he doesn't really have any family traditions to follow soooo...." the redhead shrugged. "We're still debating what to get him—if it should be Growlithe or a dragon-type. Raihan wants to give him a Trapinch, apparently."

"Ha! Of course you two would argue about that. Just let the kid go visit a daycare or something," Darcy snickered, leaning back comfortably. "Still can't believe you two had a kid and you're not even married."

"Even had him before you got married."

"Hey, that's on you two. Y'all forgot to use protection."

"I mean, I swore did. I guess we forgot while we were prepping for the Gym Challenge that year. We have no regrets, of course, and, despite his worries, Raihan is an excellent father," Samantha boasted proudly, chest held high.

It had definitely been a rough time when, barely into their second year of dating, she'd found out she'd gotten pregnant. It had been a shock to them both; one that had even terrified Raihan. He had been so sure he'd be a terrible parent, and, truthfully, she'd been no different. It was only thanks to long talks with Darcy, Leon, and Nessa together-- combined with the notion they couldn't bring themselves to terminate the pregnancy--that they became determined to make it work. From there, her boyfriend had gone full force into prepping to be the best parent he could be. Frankly, it got overbearing very quickly, and more often than not she begged Leon and Nessa to take Raihan away so she could relax at home without him asking every five seconds if she was okay.

Other times she was glad for it—especially when she was nearing the end of it. He'd even taken it upon himself to buy them a new house as opposed to an apartment so they could have the whole nine yard and picket fence. It was honestly more than he needed to do, but, here they were, living in a two-story house near the Vault—not far from her old apartment—with a big yard with a fence, plenty of trees, and a room that was once a baby room and now served as their young Roy's room.

She could still remember the day he was born. Raihan had been a rightful mess—even more than she had been after a difficult birthing. He'd stayed the whole time, holding her hand, and he had just about died when he got to hold their son; his skin was a mix between her light and his dark tones, but his eyes were bright blue like his dad's, and his hair was dark, but had developed a reddish tone as he grew older. They decided to name him after Raihan's teacher, figuring they should honor the one person who had been anything close to a dad to him. He had offered to take her father's name, but she couldn't. So Roy it was, and he became the light of their life.