She's happy we're not fighting. She was throwing a fit earlier.

( making daddy sick while he's on mission is very rude, you know. all for the best though, because if keith hadn't insisted on coming, he'd be alone in a too huge room right now, so. at least there's that upside. he relaxes as noctis rubs over the stretched skin of his stomach pulled taunt, shimming a bit as they drift to naughtier places. keith tucks a smile up against noctis' mouth, chuckling soft enough to get lost in the sound of rushing water as he scratches his fingernails down noctis' chest, scratching loose the dirt and sweat and jizz involved in fucking your husband in a public bathroom.

their baby's foot is pressing up hard enough against his stomach to poke out a bit, just under noctis' palm. )

I was thinking about names. You know, just in passing.