[He twisted around, his body tingling to view the miracle that he and Steve had created together, and he was instantly taken with the small creature that was held in Steve's arms. Their boy, he hummed as he slid an arm across the back of Steve's shoulders, admiring the pale scales, the translucent fins that would gain colour later in life, small grasping fingers that caught on Steve's shirt and that small angelic face.
He slowly drew them away from the area of birth, away from the taste of blood, his forehead coming to rest against his mate's temple and his hand reaching out to cup the back of their boy's head.]
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He slowly drew them away from the area of birth, away from the taste of blood, his forehead coming to rest against his mate's temple and his hand reaching out to cup the back of their boy's head.]
Fine. Everything is perfect. He's got your eyes.