Folie à Trois: a Will X Hannibal

Rebirth...

Narrator's POV

Two days later, the F.B.I. were greeted with the sight of Tobias' corpse also at the Baltimore Symphony.

The body was hanging from the rafters by its wrists, being suspended by intestines that were not from the body as Tobias' own intestines were tied into a noose and hanging under him.

On the empty stage, Illuminated by the spotlights, where more intestines spelling out, "Looking for me?"

Naturally, Will was called in and he confirmed to Jack that this was done by the Chesapeake Ripper and his fan-turned-partner.

***

Months later, after solving the totem pole and muralist killers, Will had just finished his last class of the day when he received a call from Hannibal.

Picking up the phone as his students filled out the door, Will greeted his husband, "Hey."

"Our surrogate is in labour." Hannibal informed, his voice as calm as if he was discussing the weather

Will didn't need to ask which one, he would have been the one to receive the call from Margot if she was the one in labor.

Rushing home, Will hurried down to the hidden basement where he found Hannibal beginning to perform a cesarean on the unconscious woman.

Abigail was present as well, acting as nurse as she handed things to Hannibal as he requested them.

Both of them were dressed in green medical scrubs —though Abigail's were very baggy, since they probably belonged to the Lithuanian man— as well as face masks.

"How can I help?" Will asked as he entered the glass-walled room

Hannibal was silent for a second, carefully cutting the flesh above Miriam's womb, "Get a few towels and a small basin of warm but not hot water."

***

The surgery didn't last long, only taking about fifty minutes.

Once the baby was out, Hannibal immediately placed the baby in Will's waiting arms and carried it over to the bassinet.

As the empath cleaned their child with gentle strokes of the towel, the other male sewed their surrogate back together.

While Miriam had unknowingly completed her task, her purpose had not yet been achieved so she would continue to live in a coma.

Once the stitches were closed and her stomach cleaned, she was left alone.

Abigail and Hannibal walked over to where Will was wrapping the crying infant in a blanket.

"It's a girl." Will informed

Hannibal nodded, removing his surgical gloves to touch his husband, "We have a second daughter."

"What are you going to name her?" Abigail asked, looking at her little sister

Before either of the males could answer, they were all distracted by the sight of the baby girl opening her eyes, revealing a deep maroon the exact same as Hannibal's.

At the sight, Hannibal's mind took him back decades to another memory very similar to this.

He remembered being six years old as his mother and father presented him with his little sister.

And here she was, looking exactly the same as she had the day she was born.

"I would like to call her Mischa." Hannibal answered

Will stroked his husband's hand, "I like it, Mischa Charlotte Lecter-Graham."

Hannibal agreed, thinking, "Mischa Lecter, back from the dead."

***

In the days that followed, Mischa was anything but a peaceful baby.

She rarely stopped crying if she wasn't in someone's arms.

It also created the battle of who was taking paternity leave.

Hannibal insisted that he should put his practice on hold and stay home with the baby so Will could work and keep Jack away.

Will claim was similar, saying he should stay home and Hannibal keep establishing alibis.

The argument lasted days, but in the end Hannibal won, Jack was the bigger threat to their growing murder family.

Whenever Will returned home from teaching ir a crime scene, he could often find Hannibal sitting in the white rocking-chair in the nursery, softly telling their daughter tales in what the brunette guessed was Lithuanian.

Will stood in the doorway of the nursery, Hannibal's back to him.

If he listened close, Will heard Hannibal whisper, "Aš myliu tave, mieloji dovana, niekas tavęs nebeskaudins ir niekada nebeišsivers."

The teacher knew some Lithuian, Hannibal had been teaching him and Abigail a few languages to prepare them for life abroad I'd the worst still occurred, but he had little clue what his husband was saying, but the loving tone told Will enough.

Hannibal was well aware of his husband's return home, his keen sense of smell picking up on that same atrocious aftershave Will refused to get rid of.

"How has she been today?" Will asked, waking in order to face him

"Very temperamental." Hannibal replied, "She has no natural taste for the arts as I hoped."

Will chuckled at that, Hannibal had played classical music constantly in Miriam's room in order for the baby to hear it and be able to recognize it after birth.

"Maybe she's exhausted of hearing it constantly, put on something new." Will replied, a smirk playing in his lips

Hannibal seemed offended at the notion.

The profiler shrugged, kissing Mischa's forehead and Hannibal's lips, "I'm just saying a bit of jazz never hurt anyone."

If looks could kill, Will would very much be dead by his husband's hands...

A/N: Hannibal said, "I love you, darling gift, no one will hurt you and get away with it ever again."