Responsibilities of Marriage [Closed]

Abalia was a woman of utter focus and will, Hayden had come to learn that before their marriage. As he began to have their lives become intertwined from their most intimate moments to simple mailing addresses, he found a supreme comfort in it all. The fact she was here was enough for him. So when she brought stately matters to him he did not mind, and offered his full wisdom however always noting that he is all too susceptible to error. But today it felt different, the manner in which his beloved conducted herself spoke something to him. It was something that was so faint, so small that those closest to her may even have trouble picking it up.

But such things rarely escaped her husband, the man who saw so clear into her. Just as the night he confessed his love to her, and he saw through her every word and moment, now he could clearly see the woman before him. It was in the small movement of her removing her gloves, hands which some expected to be flawless and without callous seemed just as rough and drawn as his own. The hands of someone who stained their fingers with ink, blood, and sweat. Just as his where stained much the same way. However, as she took his hands they seemed to fit all too perfectly within her own.

What more could be expected from her husband.

His lips seemed to curl into a faint smile at the soft kiss, she placed on his hands. The feeling of such a gentle gesture always caused a smile on his lips, even in his darkest moments where his body was broken asunder. She had cared for him, offering affection where needed or wanted. There was a flutter of the heart with each touch, as if he was simply a teenage boy experiencing a first love which never seemed to end. It was unconditional, and in totality.

However, a brief look of confusion seemed to come onto his face as she remained silent. His hands being lowered and lowered until it rested upon her stomach. A quiet silence seemed to pass before the world seemed to condense for the man, his eyes widening with a revelations of such magnitude he almost felt his body give out. He understood why she could not speak now, for it felt as if air it's self was snatched from his lungs rendering his voice useless. Callous fingers pressed against her midsection, emerald irises wide in wonder gazing directly at her stomach.

He was going to be a father.

He opened his mouth briefly as if to speak, before closing it once more. His head would come up slowly gazing into her own eyes, Those emerald orbs seemed to shine brightly, as moisture seemed to grow. His eyes closing as tears seemed to flow down his cheek, as a well of emotion seemed to finally come to the surface. Perhaps this was the final straw as he felt the weight of his destiny, the remorse that his child would never meet their grandparents, or simply tears of joy. But in this moment, Desmond, would open his eyes as a wide smile seemed to settle on his face.

His hand not on her stomach would rest against her cheek, his thumb caressing the milky skin. He had no words for the moment, so he did what he always did when she took his breath away. It was as easy as breathing for her to do so, as he leaned down his head tilting.

"I love you."

The words seemed to leave his mouth and no sooner did he find his lips to her own, his eyes closing as the entirety of his being seemed to be focused on them. In the span of a few moments Desmond's world had shifted from the entire planet, to the single child which laid in his wife. A silent oath, a pledge which was written on the very fabric of his existence: He would protect this child. Death, Demons, and Damnation would find the mind of Hayden set to a focus he had never previously known.

He had never known love like this, and it was all powerful.

And Abalia, could feel that with each passing moment.