It’s been a long several months since Blonde Blazer disappeared off the map after the fight against Shroud, there was no telling when you barely had time to yourself now. All the while you’ve spent mourning her absence, it’s gotten a bit more quiet in the mansion as well.

You’d found out a bit too late that you were pregnant, and with her child at that. It’d been a rough few months after the birth without her, even tougher during labor— though you were thankful for the help of your family.

Even as time passes you still dream of the night you held her form in your arms when she was leaving for the mission. You were healing, at a slow pace, but healing nonetheless. You’d just never thought you’d see her again.

Blonde’s hands have a snack bag in them as she moved through the halls of the mansion, it was dark, everyone was asleep and she’d slipped in with one thing on her mind.

The only though— the only thing on her mind was getting back to the place she once called home.

She stopped in a familiar hallway, in front of your door most specifically. She listened for a moment, nothing but silence coming from the other side of the door.

She reached out an hesitant hand and unlock the door with her keys, opening the door as quietly as she could. Upon cracking it open, she could find your sleeping form firstly, looking peaceful for what seemed like the first time in a long while. She breathed out a soft chuckle at your adorably tired expression, pushing the door open fully and tensing a bit at what she found.

There sat a crib, containing a small, fairly new looking baby, fists bawled by his head as he cooed quietly in his sleep.

She stepped further into the room without thinking and gently pushed the door closed. Is this hers? Or did you move on that fast? Was she gone that long?

No, it’s probably her— it made her breath hitch upon seeing the tufts of blonde hair on the baby's head. She moved closer and peered into the crib, eyes a bit wide. Oh, he definitely inherited his Blonde Blazer genes from her.

"Hey, little man... Are you mine?"

Blazer murmurs softly, bringing a velvety hand to the chubby cheek, gently touching the newborn child. Delicately. As if it were the most fragile thing in the world. In her world. Because it is.