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Gaster looms over the crib, gazing down at his sons. He sighs. It had taken a while to get them settled, yet he couldn't find it in him to be upset. It was quite cute. Cross and Epic, only months apart, are pretty much attached at the hip. Almost as if they were meant to be bound together. It wouldn't surprise him if they were to be soulmates. Either babe refused to settle for bed if they were not sleeping in the same crib, both crying as if they were being murdered. He huffs a laugh and strokes both their chubby cheeks. These two would give him hell once they got older; he could feel it.
Valentina enters the nursery quietly, walking with grace that makes it appear as if she were floating along. "My prince," she greets Gaster, gently grasping at his arm, his hand coming up to rest over hers as they share a brief, gentle kiss. "Tina, you should be asleep; it is late," he reminds her. She had been weak since Cross's birth, and with the Fade still running rampant, he didn't want to risk her well-being.
"I know, but I just came to see if you managed to get them to bed. Lavender and I were worried you might need back up," she jests with a light giggle. Slowly, she smoothed their thick fleece blanket while she gazed at them with pure adoration. "Our boys," she whispers, her gaze shifting to Epic, "and to think that bastard would want to do away with such a precious soul, especially in times like these, I think they'll be destined for great things. They will make our kingdom proud, of that I am sure!"
"I believe so, too," he whispers, taking a step back to draw his beautiful harem mate into his arms, nuzzling her before turning to leave the nursery. "We will have our hands full, but I wouldn't have it any other way, after all, with all that we have suffered, our son should grow up with trusted allies."
Valentina gazes up at him, attentive to his words before chuckling, "That is so like you to have a plan, always ambitious, always staying ahead of things...you will make an excellent King when the time is right!"