I think it would be funny if WWX left CR in the spring to travel and returned when winter came closer just to find CR in absolute quiet chaos and the Chief Cultivator in actual labor
LWJ did not want to inform him since he always wants Wei Ying to return out of his own volition
And maybe he was a bit petty since their steamy goodbye did not deter Wei Ying from leaving
also post CQL
WWX had heard rumors about this, but not one second did he believe them.
Not until he is thrust into a room with a sweating, pacing LWJ who manages to look relieved and pissed at the same time
while WWX had months of meltdown over the fact that he kissed LWJ, touched him, held him, LWJ wondered if he had scared him away.
He knew he did not. WWXs letters were still coming. But pregnancy hormones did their thing
When WWX sees LWJs massive belly, he is shocked, but as his eyes track back up to LWJs face he can see WWX glowing with joy before the smile even breaks his face, and LWJ loves him so much, dammit.
The water breakes before they even exchange a word.
Hours later, he gives birth standing up, his hands gripping WWXs elbows and his forehead pressed against his shoulder, silent. WWX is far from silent, telling him how well he is doing and how much he loves him.
The midwife catches the little girl gently and both her fathers look up to see her. Both their knees wobble from relief as the little one cries out with fervor.
Soon after LWJ is lying down with his head on WWX lap and a little human on his chest.
"I can't believe that I missed this."
LWJ looks up to him.
"You didn't."
WWX pouts.
"I missed you waddeling around. Giving you foot rubs. Feeling the little one kick for the first time."
LWJ blinks slowly.
"Next time."
WWX splutters and laughs.
"Okay. Next time."
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The room is dark when he wakes up, the glow of the streetlights outside faint on the floor.
It's the click of the front door that woke him. Right. He fell asleep on the sofa, waiting for his husband to return.
Lan Zhan closes his eyes and listens to Wei Ying. The rustle of his coat, quietly stepping out of his shoes.
Wei Yings steps are nearly silent as he comes closer. A quiet hum, a hand on Lan Zhans shoulder. Tracing down to lightly touch his rounded belly, a soft hello.
More steps and he can hear Wei Yings breathing, feels him tuck a strand of hair behind Lan Zhans ear.