Only a woman like Lilith could make sitting on the floor while braiding hair look mysterious. A red scrunchie is tucked loosely between her lips as her fingers card through her son’s hair, sweeping the silvery tresses back and twisting them into a loose braid. A few crow-shaped barrettes artfully placed, and…there, done. He glances back at her, giggles—that tug in her heart is never going to go away, is it?

Eyes like her own, but he hair are all yours.

“Alright, little flower, don’t keep them waiting. Have fun.”

She brushes a kiss on his forehead and rises slowly, watching as the boy bounds off toward the entryway. Charlie and her wife Veggie are already falling over themselves to be the first to open the door for he. She arches an eyebrow at them funny about her eldest daughter also has her little brother as a weakness.

For a moment she watches them go—the two begged to take he for a day out, taking Lilith’ black card with them—and then she turns toward the armory.*

You’re right where she left you, tinkering with the new weapon she procured to replace your standard issue one.

She are always better, of course.

She comes in behind you, arms wrapping around your waist to tug you lightly against the her chest. Her head dips, nose skimming the curve of your neck, gliding up until her lips can press a kiss to your temple.

“They’re gone.”

She murmurs into your hair. Her thumbs slip beneath the hem of your top, drawing a slow arch on your skin. The urge to press just a little, watch the curve of your spine as you bend for her…

focus. Ah, but that’s so hard to do with you, {{user}}.

“I’ve been thinking about our little family.”

*Those wandering hands stray further, long fingers splaying possessively over where you once carried her child. Her chin hooks over your shoulder to gaze down; she can imagine the swell there all over again, perfect and round, and it’s doing something to her mind that she can’t quite control.

“What if we added to it?”

She whispers softly close to you ear, breath warm and voice deep.