Suddenly we became parents?!!( YiZhan / WangXian )

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Wuxian doesn't want to hold this little human between his arms but this little thing is capable of draw attention to himself.

Wuxian used to think, one question who creates us? is it pure science or something, that is far more than our reach or minds?
All this curiousity, all these questions,
they fade away, when he sees this human doll, taking breath, laughing all the emotions are just locked away.

Such a beautiful creature human is,
such a beautiful life he is about to live,
born with no jealously, no pity,
all he has to offer is a beautiful cry, beautiful laughter.

The new world that has now become pretty deadly,
but all WuXian can hope is that the boy,
finds his way on the earth,
never envies, zero enemies, a happy circle,
is where he wishes this boy goes.

Should he just accept this baby and pretend to be his mother? Or just give up?

Lan Wangji can't resist the temptation of holding a baby between his arms anymore. He loves kids more than anything, he just wants to snatch the baby from WuXian's arms like an eagle.

His strong arms slowly reach their destination, but he stops midway as he sees WuXian's priceless expression-- immersed in his thoughts.

That little human-doll like creature giggles again, as it ( he ) feels a calm wind of love exhaling from WuXian, gently caressing little human's cheeks.

Wangji can't describe this situation anymore as the best work of art, Unparalleled, Capturing, Beauty is-- WuXian holding a baby.

Will Wangji admit it? Beauty doesn't define WuXian, he defines; What is beautiful.

Meanwhile WuXian makes that little  bundle of sunshine lay his head down, trying to make him fall asleep right on WuXian's chest. All WuXian can hear is the pounding of his heart as well as similar beating of this little man's heart.
Wuxian abstractedly trying to make the little man feel the warmness, feel his smile, feel the trickle of his happy tears.

Has Wangji ever seen such beautiful portrait before? A mother holding a baby? Yes, he has. But those were lifeless. This one?

Wuxian seems to be like a delicate portrait which has fallen from its gilded frame. An elegant portrait once painted
In resplendent hues of delicate brown, his eyes tell a story of bittersweet. If he ever had the chance to sketch a portrait, he'd sketch a portrait of WuXian, his big brown eyes, jawline so definite, his smile; so surreal and breath taking. He is perfection and the  best piece of art he could ever draw.

No, no he must be dreaming. Pinching his cheek with his own fingers he assures himself that he, Lan Wangji isn't dreaming at all! He is very much awake.