Contract Killers (Multiship)

Chapter 62 - Never Prepared

Nightmare's POV

I had a feeling someone wasn't sleeping. Getting out of bed, I followed the feeling to the balcony. It was Ink. He was sitting on the bench, staring at the night sky. The moon emblem was hanging from his neck, hugging his brown scarf. The sapphires sparkled under the light.

Me: What are you doing out here, Kit?

Ink: I couldn't sleep.

I sat next to him and enveloped him in a hug. He leaned into my chest while exhaling a tired breath. He didn't bring a blanket with him so he was shivering.

Me: You're cold. You should go to bed.

Ink: I can't fall asleep even though I'm really tired.

Me: I can use magic.

Ink: No.

Me: Why are you so stubborn?

Ink: Because you're an asshole.

Me: Where did that come into play?

He shrugged and I chuckled quietly. He stood up suddenly.

Me: Where are you going?

Ink: Town. You shouldn't be losing sleep because of me. I don't want to become a burden.

Me: What? You're not a burden and you never will be.

He started to cry. I didn't waste a second on not comforting him. His negative emotions were so strong that it was overwhelming to me.

Ink: I'm so scared, Nightmare. What if I'm a horrible parent? Raising a child is terrifying to me. I'm... I'm not prepared for this responsibility.

Me: You'll never be prepared, not until the time finally comes.

Ink: What if I'm not, then what happens?

Me: We don't know. However, I heard that having a kid is the greatest blessing a person can have.

Ink was having a full mental breakdown at this point. He buried his face into my chest and gripped onto my jacket tightly. I held him close to me. I got an idea.

Me: How about we go to town? Together.

Ink: Okay.

(Time Skip)

We sat on the bench, staring at the giant tree in the middle of the town square. The ornaments were lit up by the lights strung in the branches. I wrapped my arms around Ink to keep him warm. Ink couldn't get too cold or too hot because it might harm the child. He stuffed himself into his beige scarf.

Me: I think it's time we go home. It's three in the morning and you need your sleep.

Ink: Can we spend a few more minutes together, please? In the house, of course.

He gave me begging eyes. One of my weaknesses.

Me: I can never say no to you. However, you better go to sleep after this.

Ink: Yay. Thank you.

I hummed in response.

(Time Skip)

He watched me while I brought out a kettle of steamed milk with a small bottle of honey. A blanket was covering him and a pillow was tucked under his head. I poured him a cup and one for myself.