With Nolan fast asleep in his bed, Dylan and I move to our room and strip, then climb onto our bed. I sit in a mostly-lying position, and Dylan lies on top of me, his lips pressing against mine.

  "That was unexpected," he says after we kiss for a few moments.

  "What was?" I wrap my arms around him. "Because I fully expected the kiss."

  "The wedding," he snorts. "I didn't expect them to do that. And your parents taking issue with the flower trellis was kind of funny."

  "We're just lucky they didn't turn the entire thing into a dense flower garden," I chuckle. "Probably with some bushes and trees as well. We don't like doing things halfway, after all."

  "Yeah," he kisses me again. "If I hadn't figured it out before then, I would've when you obliterated a hundred ships. Do you know how long it'll be before the war officially ends?"

  "Goldelm's already sent a request for peace," I tell him. "Silveroak has agreed to a temporary one to negotiate the terms of our victory. At least, that's what Zihazak has told me. But let's not talk about that. We're married, naked, and in bed," I give him another kiss as I rub his ass a little. "There's other stuff we can do."

  "Yeah," he rubs his dick against mine as he kisses me again.

  Dylan kisses down my body until he reaches my dick, then takes it into his mouth. I moan lightly and rub his head as he takes me all the way in. He adds a little suction and bobs his head up and down only about an inch for a minute, then slowly bobs the full length a few times before quickly bobbing just the first few inches.

  It takes only a few minutes for him to bring me to my climax and after swallowing, Dylan goes all the way down again and rests there. Another moan escapes me when he adds a little bit of suction again, and I move my hand from his head to his back.

  "Still don't want one?" I ask when he finally frees my dick.

  Despite how long we've been doing stuff, Dylan still doesn't want me to blow him. I understand that not everyone likes the same things, but I still want to ask each time just in case he changes his mind.

  "No," he answers as he gives me another kiss, then shifts to his hands and feet beside me. "Twice tonight."

  That's number of times he wants me to let him reach the point where he "would climax" before I release him from not being able to, to let him build up as much as possible. Now able to handle going to his second peak, he sometimes asks me to make it three.

  "Alright," I kneel behind him and lube up my dick, then slide into his ass. "Oooooh."

  Dylan moans with me as I slide all the way in, then I grab his hips and begin to thrust. Having his ass tight around my dick is an amazing feeling, especially with me sliding back and forth in him. The way it feels for me, the feelings of immense pleasure in him, the sounds of his moans and soft grunts. They all work together to nearly push my past the edge of control, but I maintain it.

  After a minute of this, I lean forward, lying on his back as I thrust deep into him. I brace myself against the bed with my left arm while wrapping my wrist around his torso, feeling his firm muscles with my fingers. It takes me only a few seconds to find one of his nipples and play with the softer flesh there. For a moment, Dylan grabs my arm with one of his hands, then he moves it down to his own dick and begins jacking off as I continue thrusting. I kiss him on the neck, breathing in the faint floral scents of our soaps and shampoos.

  Dylan's moans increase in volume as I continue to thrust, and he shifts his hand from his dick to my side.

  "Ooooh!" He moans. "Ro! Ro! Oooh!"

  I stop thrusting and sink all the way inside with a soft moan, kissing him on the neck. Dylan never calls out my name – or my nickname, rather – while we're in the middle of this unless he wants to say something. He's always fine with me going all the way in before stopping so he can talk. Prefers it, even.

  "Lemme flip," he tells me.

  "Alright," I give him another kiss on the neck, then pull out.

  Dylan flips onto his back and lifts his legs up, then I slide back in, grabbing his legs as I thrust. He begins jacking off again and I can feel him reaching the point where he'd reach his first climax. Once he does, I bend forward and kiss him as I continue thrusting, slipping my tongue into his mouth. We tongue-wrestle for a few moments before I return to focusing on thrusting, on his green-touched eyes and his moans, on sliding my hands on his stomach and chest, on the feel of his ass tight around my dick.

  When I feel him reach the second peak of pleasure and stimulation, I release us both from my magic. Cum bursts out of Dylan's dick, the first shot landing on his forehead as my own climax begins. By the time we're done, Dylan has a trail of cum splots leading down to his dick and is panting heavily. We both are.

  Rather than pulling out like I normally do after this point – even if we'll go for another round – I remain deep inside of him. The two of us rest like this as we catch our breaths, and I admire my husbands face as my breathing calms.

  "Dyl?" I ask once I've relaxed enough for a conversation.

  "Yeah?" He pants a little, still a little out of breath.

  "Do you want another kid?" I ask. "A brother or sister for Nolan?"

  "Yeah," he answers. "But that ain't exactly somethin' we can do, Ro. Not 'less we adopt or ask someone to carry."

  "I mean from both of us," I lean forward and give him a light kiss on his lips. "A son or daughter born of both of us."

  "That ain't exactly possible."

  "My parents are over six thousand years old," I chuckle. "And they've done an immense amount of research. One of them was apparently a way for same-sex couples to have children, for whatever reason. If you want, I can use the spell for two guys."

  "Now?"

  "Now," I kiss him again. "I can do it after cleaning us up."

  "Yeah," he says. "But we ain't prepared for a baby."

  "I've made the necessary preparations," I tell him. "There was… a method I'd considered seeing if possible."

  It involved the assistance of spirits, and I'm sure it would actually work.

  "Alright," he says. "If we can, then yeah. I'd like a baby with you, Ro. A sibling for Nol."

  I pull out of him and use my magic to clean us up. Rather than destroying all of our cum, I separate a little of his and a little of mine and destroy the rest. What is saved then flows together and becomes wrapped in a field of black and purple energy. The marbled sphere acquires streaks of gold and white and quickly expands in size. After only a few seconds, the sphere bursts, revealing a baby with an umbilical cord stretching out of his belly, a cord which transitions to the same magic as the spherical membrane had been.

  Unlike naturally-born babies, our son isn't covered in amniotic fluid, coming out perfectly dry. He's got a head full of brown hair and a body I'm fairly sure is a fae's, like mine.

  "That was… a lot faster than I expected," Dylan comments as he sits up, and I sit beside him. "And he ain't crying?"

  "The notes said the resulting child might not cry at first," I say as I catch him and use my magic to sever the umbilical cord, destroy it, and heal his stomach, his bellybutton turning into an inner one. "And I think he's a fae, like me. I never cried as a baby."

  Our son opens his eyes and quietly looks around. He can't actually see very far as a newborn, but that doesn't stop his eyes from moving. There's no discomfort in his mind, which means that he isn't affected by the temperature of our room. The spell which allowed him to be born didn't exactly imitate a mother's womb in that regards so he's not suffering from shock.

  Though since he's a fae, he is a bit more resilient to the temperature around him as well. I still get hot and cold, but it takes a little bit more to bother me than most. The only reason it's bothered me a lot here was because of how much work I was doing.

  "What should we name him?" I ask. "I want to go with a nature-themed one, even if he's not a mage. He might change it on his own when he's older, as I'm sure he'll follow the path of the mage, but I'd still like to give him one."

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  "Mages change their name even if it's already from nature?"

  "Not all," I answer. "But some do, if they find they like another more."

  "Ah," he says. "I'm not sure. Do you have any in mind?"

  "A few," I nod. "Berry. Brooks. River."

  "I like Brooks," he says. "That sounds like a good one to me."

  "Alright," I say. "How's that, Brooks?"

  Still a newborn, Brooks just looks up at me, blue eyes big and full of curiosity.

  "Though Ro?" Dylan asks.

  "Yeah?"

  "Maybe we should've done this when we woke up," he yawns. "Not as we're getting ready for bed."

  "This one can't be blamed all on me being dumb," I say. "You didn't say anything, either."

  "I know," he chuckles. "Do you have a diaper for him?"

  "Yeah," I answer. "In my cuff."

  Dylan reaches over and accesses my cuff's storage – I designed it so that he can do that even if I'm the one wearing it – and locates the cloth diapers. He pulls one of them out and I lie Brooks down, then we fix the diaper onto him.

  "Careful," I say as he picks our son up. "Don't let his head fall."

  "I've had a baby before," he chuckles. "Hi there, Brooks," he looks at me. "Are we keeping him in here at nights?"

  "We can if you'd like," I tell him. "That expansion I added to the house the other day includes a bedroom for him. And…"

  I pull an earcuff out of my cuff, then fix it onto our son's right ear. It shrinks down to fit him perfectly, just as Nolan's did.

  "The reason I'd made this was for this," I tell him. "We'll automatically hear on ours any sounds he makes; his is designed to do that. Thumps if he bangs something, crying, laughing, babbling, and so on. We'll also hear any voices other than ours or Nolan's, especially if there's an urgency, panic, or fear involved. And the idea for us being able to check on each other's health with the armlets came from this one," I pull one out of storage and fix it onto Brooks's right arm, the accessory immediately adjusting its size. "We'll always know if he's hurt, even if he doesn't make a sound. It also ensures the sun won't harm him, so we can have him outside with us all day without issue, even tomorrow. And you can feel it, can't you?"

  "His location," Dylan says. "Yeah, it's like a faint sense. Not bothersome at all, either, but I'm sure it'll make it easy to know if he's being moved."

  "It's something used in a lot of noble families," I say. "Especially upper ones, who can afford a high-level version of the enchantment. If someone kidnaps him, we'll be able to tell with ease."

  "That's good," he says, then chuckles. "Anyone who kidnaps our son would be a fool, though. They'd have to deal with you and your parents."

  "Yeah," I kiss him on the cheek, then he hands Brooks back to me.

  Dylan gets his pants from the floor and pulls them back on, then takes Brooks back from me.

  "Can you go get Nol?" He asks. "He's asleep, but I think he'll be happy to meet his new brother now."

  "Alright," I get out of bed and pull my pants on, then head to Nolan's room.

  Upon entering it, I find that our son's knocked his blankets down to his feet and is splayed out on the bed, a single finger touching the wall through the wooden guard on that side of it. A soft glow comes from several of the charms sitting on the shelf of his headboard, casting him in faint oranges, yellows, and purples.

  I walk over to his bed and sit beside him, then nudge him. It takes a few tries before he begins to stir. When he does, there's a sleepy confusion in his mind.

  "Daddy?" He mumbles as he sits up. "There attack? Jack'lopes?"

  A small bit of worry is in his mind as he asks that, while all I can do is stare at him. Nolan just spoke. I am so glad I actually put the "always hear" enchantment on the earcuff for him as well. Dylan just heard his first words, too. His has a slight modification on it so we'll only hear what others say under certain conditions, but we can still always hear him.

  His first words being concern about an attack is… concerning. It means he's been affected by seeing me getting paranoid over an attack, and he's probably latched onto the jackalopes as to the danger. At least it's only a slight, sleepy worry and full alarm. He doesn't need that.

  "No, buddy," I say. "No attacks. The jackalopes are sleeping right now, too. And if there were jackalopes attacking, we'd kill them all and make 'em into food to eat. I woke you 'cause we've got a surprise for you."

  "A s'prise?" He asks. "You and Papa?"

  "Yeah," I say. "Me and Papa, we've got a surprise. Come on."

  I hold out my arms and Nolan holds out his so I can pick him up. He wraps his arms and legs around me and rests his head against my chest, then I take him to our room. When we enter, Dylan's sitting, shocked.

  "Did… you've got it on his, too," he says. "And I heard him talk."

  "Yeah," I say. "Up we go."

  I climb onto the bed, Nolan still clinging to me, then move so I'm close to Dylan but not right on him.

  "Nol?" I ask. "Buddy? Can you look over at your papa?"

  "Jack'lopes?" Nol asks. "Dream wolves eaty."

  "Dream wolves ate all the jackalopes," I say. "Look at Papa, okay? He's got the surprise."

  Nolan looks at Dylan and I can feel confusion in his mind.

  "A baby?" Nolan asks. "But where s'prise?"

  "He's the surprise," I say. "His name is Brooks, and he's your brother. Papa's and my baby."

  "I have broder?"

  "You have brother, yes," I say. "Want to hold him?"

  Nolan nods. He's woken up enough by now that I feel comfortable with it, and I know Dylan is as well. We're both right here so there's no risk of a problem.

  We move Nolan between us and sit so we're kind of wedging him, then Dylan carefully sets Brooks on his brother's lap. Dylan keeps Brooks's head supported as Nolan "holds" him, and Nolan lightly pokes his brother's nose.

  "Boop."

  "Hey, Nolan?" Dylan says, and Nolan looks at him. "Can you hold a finger to his hand?"

  Nolan gives his papa a confused look, but does as instructed. Upon feeling his brother's finger, Brooks wraps his hand around it.

  "Daddy, look!" Nolan giggles and looks up at me. "He grab finger!"

  "He did," I smile. "And remember, his name is Brooks."

  "Books," Nolan nods. "Hi, Books. I Nolan."

  "He probably needs to eat soon," worried realization enters Dylan's mind. "I'm honestly not sure where the milk I used for Nolan came from, Rowan, and I'm not sure if we'll be able to get more."

  "Probably the high-level water spirit living at the pond you were at," I tell him. "She's capable of creating it. That said, I did tell you I prepared for a baby this past week. And yeah, he's feeling a little bit hungry. Nol, buddy? Can I have Brooks back?"

  Nolan nods, and I take Brooks out of his arms and cradle him with my right. With my left, I pull a glass bottle with a soft nipple on the lid out of my cuff and hold it to Brooks's mouth. My son willingly lets me poke the bottle's nipple into his mouth and he begins drinking.

  "What is that?" Dylan asks.

  "A baby bottle," I tell him. "Enchanted glass, so it won't break. Something common in noble households so they can store milk for another time rather than needing to directly feed every time. The mother isn't always available and not all want to pay for a wet nurse."

  "No," he says. "The liquid."

  "Oh," I say. "It's milk."

  "Did you… pay a woman for her breastmilk?"

  "Used alchemy, actually," I tell him. "A mix of cow's milk, goat milk, slime goo, our blood, some herbs and berries, and a few other things. With a little alchemy, I made artificial breast milk. All the benefits of actual breast milk, without the need for an actual person to donate it. Our blood was used to help boost his immune system, while the rest was to make the human-type milk. Well, our blood helped with that as well, so they all did."

  "That's from another country, ain't it?"

  "Yeah," I answer. "Redfir, quite a distance from here."

  As Brooks finishes drinking as much as he wants to, I realize I never told Dylan about another magic of mine. It's important information about our newest son, as is something else.

  "Hey, Dyl?"

  "Yeah?"

  "Remember how I said that [Empathy] is an inherent spell due to my bloodline?"

  "Yeah," he answers, then realization dawns on him. "Brooks will have it, too, won't he?"

  "Yeah," I answer. "It won't overwhelm him or anything, and he'll have me and his grandparents around to help him learn more about it. When he's older, we can teach him a few others, such as how to communicate telepathically. We'll do so responsibly as well, to make sure he doesn't grow into someone who'll abuse it. Not that I think he would, considering he's already beloved by spirits. They tend to sense things like that in a person's soul even before they're born."

  "He's beloved by them?" Dylan asks, then a mid-level nature spirit manifests himself beside our baby. "Oh."

  "Yeah," I chuckle. "I noticed him showing up before I went to get Nolan. There's something more important, though."

  "More important?" He asks. "What?"

  "Another 'gift' from my bloodline," I say. "I was born with passive [Foresight]. It's a spell which allows you to perceive the future. The further away it is, the more inaccurate the vision is. The higher the cost as well. When you're born with it passive, you can also randomly receive visions of the future with high accuracy. Random things can trigger it. They don't pop up all the time, but it means that there's a chance he'll have some Levels in [Time Magic] by the time he's five."

  Dylan is quiet for a few moments.

  "How many visions relating to us have you had?"

  "Just one," I answer. "And you weren't it. When I first arrived here, I had a vision of the property. Cleaned up and inhabited, with a good cabin. Two boys ran out of it, ages around ten and seven. They both wore armlets and earcuffs. I wasn't sure what that meant, if it was of the past or future. But then when I realized I wanted to be with you, I realized one might be Nolan and the other was probably a friend of his. Then when I was making the armlets and earcuffs… I realized I was working on things practically identical to the vision. And it was without the influence of the vision, too. That made me realize it was likely Nolan and a son we have at some point… soon. And I did want another son with you. A brother for Nolan."

  "My broder," Nolan nods.

  "Yeah," I smile at him. "Your brother. And I think he's done eating."

  I pull the bottle away from Brooks, who doesn't seem bothered by that. The bottle goes back into my storage, and Nolan leans over to look at him again.

  "He all eat?"

  "Yeah," I say. "He's full. Do you want to sleep with us tonight? I'll be up for a bit with Brooks, but you can sleep with Papa. He looks ready to pass back out."

  Making our son right before bed really wasn't the best of ideas, but he'll probably fall asleep soon. That will give us a little bit of time to sleep before he needs fed again.

  "I can stay up," Dylan yawns.

  "Alright," I chuckle. "Stay up if you can. I'll wake you if something important happens."

  Dylan snorts, then leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

  "Good night, Ro."

  "Night, Dyl."

  "Night, Daddy. Night, Papa."

  "Night, Nol," Dylan and I say together, then Nolan snuggles up onto his papa's lap.

  I scoot next to Dylan, who leans against me and looks down at our sons.

  "I'm glad you moved out here," he says.

  "Me, too."

  Making the decision to come out here and live a quieter, calmer life was definitely the best one I've ever made. Only time will tell if I continue to feel that way, but I'm sure the feeling will only grow as the years pass. A quieter life with a husband and kids and being able to study magic at my leisure is much more my style.

  Yeah, I'm definitely glad I made that decision.