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bc i crave validation and I know yall crave vashmeryl,,, here is a post trimax idea that @noaafishfieldguide and I brainstormed earlier today and I already have 3k words written for.

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A sharp breath entered Meryl's lungs, adjusting her rhythm from being fully asleep to being slightly awake. She tried to blink, but she couldn’t quite tell if it was working in this darkness.

Another knock sounded.

Realizing what had woken her, Meryl slid out from beneath her sheets and stretched out, chin compressing into her chest as her arms elongated upwards. She rolled her neck as another soft knock came her way.

“Coming,” she said, mostly to herself. The person on the other side was sure not to hear her soft reply through all the walls.

Meryl stood on her wobbly and sleepy legs, shuffling along her floor and around corners until she came to the front door of her apartment. Careful as she undid locks and left a few chains still connected, she pulled the door open a fraction in order to peek out.

It was dark outside, her porch light having been turned off hours ago. Meryl wasn't sure what time it was, but it was too late to be called night time and too early to be called morning. Out in the darkness, Meryl could make out a few shadows in the moonlight.

“Hello?” she said to the emptiness.

The darkness shifted and a pair of glowing eyes met hers. A chill ran down Meryl’s spine just before the recognition clicked.

“Vash?”

The eyes relaxed, pupils dilating and lids dropping, “Meryl.”

Closing the door in his face, Meryl quickly slid the few chains left in place and flicked on the light, then ripped the door back open.

Standing there in the pale light of her front porch was infamous outlaw Vash the Stampede, complete and alive. And exhausted. Beneath his eyes were dark bags, darker than she’d seen them in years, even before the confrontation at Octovern. She felt light headed anytime her mind wandered back to that time.

“Vash…” she began slowly, the excitement welling up in her chest, “We haven’t been able to find you since Mesa Probe.”

He flashed a weak grin, “I found a good hiding spot.”

She scoffed, “I figured as much. It’s been over a month since I…” Meryl trailed off again, her eyes moving downward as she finally noticed the bundle of fabric in Vash’s arms. It was his red coat, but normally– if Vash wasn’t wearing it– he folded it carefully, lined up all the buttons to ensure they didn’t unravel. Currently, the jacket seemed haphazardly wrapped in an elongated ball, held tight to his body and balanced in the crook of his elbow.

Deciding to ignore it in favor of directing her attention to someone much more skittish, she looked back at Vash’s face, “What are you doing here, Vash? It's the middle of the night.”

His mouth opened slightly, pausing to determine the correct words to appease her (despite the fact that Meryl didn’t need much appeasing. She was so relieved to see him), “I… I needed a place to stay.”

Taking another look at him, Meryl noticed the layer of dust that was now visible to her dark-adjusted eyes. He was covered in grime, the jacket in his arms was bundled but even she could see the rough bullet torn edges, and his eyes were so tired. He looked about ready to collapse on the concrete of her front step.

“Come in.” was all she said.

Vash let out a small, relieved laugh, “I thought you were gonna send me away for sure.” He did a little rhythmic bounce with his arms that seemed like nervous energy to Meryl.

“I… I wouldn’t do that.”

Meryl, however, would have been more likely to turn him away if it wasn’t the middle of the night and she had more cognitive function. But right now, Vash was standing in her doorway, asking for her help, and her heart couldn’t have been happier to do so.

She stepped aside, allowing him the room he needed to slide in. As he took his first few steps, Meryl’s ever observant eyes noticed the bundle as it passed. She realized it wasn't exactly a mess of old red fabric, but a well wrapped swaddle.

Vash’s feet came to a halt on the wood in the entryway.

A swaddle.

Meryl’s eyes widened. She turned the lights on.

“A baby,” she said blatantly before the practical side of her mind could catch it.

The plant stiffened, then relaxed, “Yeah, a baby.”

Meryl felt light headed again.

Vash crouched ever so slightly to her height, then tugged down a section of the fabric to reveal the softest, sleepiest face. So round and so fresh, a newborn baby sat perfectly content in his precious jacket. Meryl finally noticed the little snores being exhaled through the squashed nose trapped between her chubby cheeks.

“A baby…” Meryl said again, leaning in toward the sweet little thing.

Then, reality kicked in.

“A baby?!”

Vash winced and the child made a little whining noise, “Please, Mer. I need her to sleep.”

Meryl slammed her hands over her mouth, mortified at her brash words. She lowered her volume and stared pointedly at Vash, her eyes full of confusion and surprise and irritation and… and… pure astonishment, “Where did you get a baby?”

A wide yawn impeded Vash’s response, “She’s mine.”

“Y-” she froze, “Yours?”

“I’d love to answer all of your questions, Meryl,” Vash said sleepily and with a hint of annoyance. Meryl knew it was a lie; he never answered her questions, “But I’d love to sleep.”

Realizing he was her guest and not just some intruder (in the morning, her brain would tell her that he was absolutely an intruder), Meryl rushed past him to her hall closet, gathering an extra quilt she had stored and a pillow that lacked a pillow case. Then, she wondered where she could place the baby.

Returning to find Vash sitting on her sofa, bouncing the baby in his arms absently while he closed his eyes for a moment, Meryl asked softly, “Where would you like the baby to sleep?”

He didn’t open his eyes, “She can sleep with me. I can watch her.”

Meryl furrowed her brows in a bit of frustration, “You can’t sleep and watch her, Vash.”

The plant yawned again, and Meryl felt the influence as she yawned herself. “I just need to lay down and rest. That’s what I’ve done the past few nights.” Shifting on the couch, Vash laid on his back, head resting on a throw pillow while he settled the baby on his chest, creating a rehearsed and probably quite comfy location for her to sleep. Vash was warm. Meryl knew that well.

Meryl crept into the dim living room with the blanket in hand, “I can watch her,” She wasn’t quite sure what possessed her to make that offer, but she could chalk it up to the fact that it was 3:42 in the morning and it was Vash. The thought of him just being in her house filled her with this strange warmth.

He had come here when he needed help.

Meryl felt her throat clench. She definitely needed more sleep.

She slipped the blanket over Vash, stopping it just below where the baby was laid. Vash murmured, “Don’t watch her, Mer. She’s…she’s my responsibility…” he was fading in and out of consciousness, “I don’t expect… I don’t expect you to take care of her.”

Meryl watched as Vash’s head relaxed fully, depressing the pillow and marking his descent into sleep, but his hands still held onto his baby so carefully. He kept her perched just perfectly so that she wouldn’t roll off his chest and onto the ground below. The image of him doing this out in the desert sands beneath a protective butte, sacrificing his coat so this little girl could withstand the cold and the whipping of sand around them. Emotion once again rose in Meryl’s throat.

Stubbornness also mixed in with the sadness and Meryl slid her hands gently beneath the baby, scooping her with confidence into her arms. Vash made a small sound of protest, but not enough to get Meryl to stop her seizure of the child. The rough texture of Vash’s coat as she slid her hand beneath it was so filled with nostalgia that Meryl was nearly knocked off her feet, but she was careful as she lowered to the ground, sitting with crossed legs and adjusting the soft bundle into a comfortable position for them both. Meryl carefully pulled down the flap again to get a good look at the baby’s face.

She was so small and soft. Meryl ran a gentle finger over her cheek to check just how soft she was. In her many years as an inhabitant of No Man’s Land, she’d never felt something so lovely and velvety. She swallowed down another wave of overwhelming emotion, now growing annoyed at her own inability to control it.

Beneath her little eyelids, the babe’s eyes moved rapidly, dreaming of something intriguing. At least, Meryl hoped. This child probably didn’t know much about their world, let alone the interesting parts. Mind wandering, Meryl’s tired mind wondered more about this baby. She ran her finger over her cheek again, then gave an amused smile to no one in particular.

“I don’t even know your name, and here I am, planning to stay up all night until your dad wakes up.”

Calling Vash a father felt like a gut punch, even if it was an accurate descriptor.

The baby in her arms stirred, her face pinching up just slightly, and Meryl responded with a gentle bounce and a soft shh, but it wasn’t enough. Squirming out of her packaging, the little girl was able to wriggle an arm out. She stretched her chubby little fingers toward the sky and Meryl couldn’t help the desire to fit her finger into the babe’s palm. Acting on that instinct, Vash’s baby clamped her hand onto Meryl’s index.

Vash’s baby.

Sighing, Meryl’s mind was just swirling with a lot of unanswered questions and new concepts she didn’t know if she was ready to accept, but her sleepy mind could leave them by the wayside for when she was fully rested. That tight rim around her water lines was affecting her eyesight and she swore she could feel the sand forming in the corners.

Finally finished with her wiggling, the baby settled into a new comfy position with one arm out and her head poking out a bit more from her makeshift swaddle. Meryl’s eyes were immediately drawn to the little crop of hair.

Blonde.

Her mouth parted in awe, “I guess you really are Vash’s, huh.”

The baby didn’t say anything, and neither did Vash, the two plant’s snores mingling in the early morning.

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triplesilverstar · 4 months

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Rating: G

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Mentions of pregnancy, Aliases, holiday fluff, breaking and entering ok on Christmas, growing up too fast

Word count: Roughly 4.8K

A/N: Well. Once more like Spock I am a liar, this is way more than a drabble… however, I don’t care. So enjoy Vash taking Rei to see some snow for the first time with the help of Uncle Livio!

It had started out innocently enough when you and Vash first heard about it, a biodome being built a two-hour Tomas ride from your little home sort of in the middle of nowhere. A few vague inquiries as to what it was going to be, the number of staff involved, and most importantly, were the Earth forces going to be around and managing the site.

The answer to that inquiry was to be the deciding factor on whether you and Vash were going to stick around or up and move to another spot in the middle of nowhere. After all, it wasn’t like the two of you had any firm roots yet with your little Tomas ranch that you were starting.

When you and Vash did get the answer both of you had sat down at the little table in your kitchen with a list of pros and cons. After a week of discussions you had decided to stay as the benefits did outweigh the negatives and a new town was starting to pop up in the middle which would cut down on the planning required for regular supplies the two of you would need. The biggest deciding factor had been the discovery you had been expecting and Vash stated he wanted to have a home for them and not to still be on the run and was willing to take on the added risks that came with that.

Two years later, the artic biodome was up and running. Another public relations attempt by the Earth forces to win over the local populace and Rei, well Rei at one and a half was looking more like an eight-year-old. If you and Vash thought things were going to get easier as your cheeky little boy grew you have been quite wrong.

“Mom?” It still ate at your heart that he had made the shift from Mama to Mom in the last few weeks since the skating incident.

“Yes, Baby?” You called from inside the washing machine, struggling to reach the socks wedged in the back. Why did you have such a massive drum in this thing? Right because you needed to get everything in it and normally it wasn’t a problem.

“Someone is coming up the door.” The sodden fabric was forgotten as you pushed yourself out and whipped around.

“Where’s your Papa?” Striding towards the hallway and down to the living room to look at the window, in the distance a visible short cloud of dust.

“In the barn.” Rei is right next to you looking out at the cloud as it slowly grows closer, reaching out your arm to pull him into your side and ruffling his soft blond locks.

His own little arms reach up to wrap as best as they can around your middle. “Alright then, you and I will stay here for a few minutes to see where that cloud goes ok?” At least he still wants to cuddle with you, at the strange point in his life where he still wants to snuggle with you and Vash when he gets the chance sets seems torn with wanting something like a baby would according to him.

Vash had told him he was allowed to want snuggles with his parents no matter how old he was.

Your fingers kept carding through his hair, his most recent request for a haircut like his Papa’s had warmed your heart and every day Rei was starting to look more and more like Vash. As the two of you watched the cloud headed towards the barn and you let out a proverbial sigh of relief. Not a real one since Rei didn’t need to catch on just how worried you had been, and if they were heading for the barn they were familiar enough with your little family to know that was the best stop. “Looks like nothing to worry about Rei.” It then hit you. “Rei. Why were you in the living room anyway? Shouldn’t you have been in the kitchen doing your schoolwork?”

A sudden spasm from the body under your arm and you knew you had caught the boy. “ugh, I was taking a break, Mom.” Unwrapping his arms from around your middle and rubbing the back of his head in a familiar gesture had you rolling your eyes at the little blond.

Hands on his shoulders you started leading him back towards the kitchen with a roll of your eyes. “Nice try you little scamp. Now back to it, and once I get this laundry out we can have a real break and I’ll get us a snack.”

Snack done and back to going over his schoolwork from Home since it was going to be the easiest way to educate the boy and not have anyone question his growth spurt. You both paused as the front door opened and you could hear the sound of a heavier set of boots following behind the familiar sound of Vash’s sure steps. The dark-haired plant led the way into the kitchen with a much broader white-haired man behind him.

“Uncle Livio!” Rei was out of his chair in a flash and rushing the gunslinger turned, well you weren’t fully sure what to call the man that helped run the orphanage he and Wolfwood had grown up in.

“Hey, little guy!” Wide palms wrapping under your son’s armpits and hefting him up into his arms. “Look at you, you’re getting pretty big I guess I shouldn’t be calling you a little guy anymore.” Standing yourself as Vash approached, bending down for a quick kiss and to whisper in your ear as Rei started talking a ile a minute to Livio.

“Seems we might have another chance for our little sprout to experience something.” Sliding his hand down your side to gently grip your hip.

“Oh? I’m guessing you mean Rei and not the newest one.” Smirking as you lean your body against his and watch Livio give Rei another toss in the air.

“Very funny, Mayfly.” Licking his lip before giving you a tender swat “I do think you might need to miss out on this little adventure if it happens. We’ll be going somewhere a little on the chilly side.” Raising your eyebrow at him and wondering why he would word his comment in such a way.

“I have so many questions now.” You whisper as Rei is placed on his feet once more, only to feel Vash press his lips to the top of your head this time.

“Ew.” His nose scrunched up as Rei made a face at both of his parents. “I don’t need to see kissy parents.”

Both you and Vash shared a look before scooping your son up and started peppering his face with kisses making the boy squeal at how both of you were gross.

After supper and once Rei was in bed the three adults found themselves at the table, a mug in front of each of them with the dishes done and the lights turned down low. “Alright boys tell me what this grand plan is?” Sitting closer to Vash so the fingers of his flesh hand can dance across your stomach if he wants to be that handsy while you’re expecting your second child you aren’t going to tell him otherwise when Rei isn’t around.

“Well.” Livio started leaning against the table his face growing serious. “A few days ago the orphanage got an invitation to go see the artic Biodome, and the Earth forces sent a bus and escort and everything.” Three of his large fingers started to tap and you recognized the signs he was nervous. “First. It was amazing! I thought the ice rink thing was neat but this? This blew it all away! So while I was there with the kids I started looking around and I thought ‘Rei would love this’ and started paying attention to security since I know you and Vash won’t risk someone making the jump about who you are and putting Rei in danger.”

At Livio’s admission, you find yourself paying more and more attention, because you know Livio cares for your little boy just as much as you and Vash do. Reaching your hand down to intertwine your fingers with your spouse as Livio keeps talking walking you through his plan on how to get both Vash and Rei inside the dome to have a little adventure. “I was planning originally for the three of you, but I guess your condition may preclude you from going.”

“Come on now, I’m not that bad with the cold. I could handle a few hours inside of the Biodome all dressed up.” Pouting a little at the fact that the men seem to think you wouldn’t be able to handle the chill.

“Mayfly.” Vash is gentle as his prosthetic tilts your head towards his, the mirth shining in his eyes making you smile. “You tried to crawl into the oven with it on when you were pregnant with Rei because you weren’t warm enough.” Your smile hadn’t dropped that quickly in a long time as you scowled at the reminder.

“It’s not my fault your babies make me want to cook myself.” Grumbling as Livio takes the lead in the conversation once more and gets it back on track on what needs to be done. After all, you aren’t going to deny your son the chance to see actual snow and trees, and with what Livio has learned you only have a week or so to pull it off before a new schedule is put in place. One the ex-Gung-Ho-Guns member would have zero reason to go back and snoop around for that wouldn’t somehow lead back to your little family.

The night of, Vash found himself thundering across the sand dunes, a sleeping boy in front of him on the Tomas and saddlebags full of warm clothes to change into before entering the biodome. His eyes were sharp as he kept his gaze forward looking for an outcropping Livio had described to meet him at that was only a ten-minute ride via a Tomas. Or at least according to him.

Sure enough in the distance he could make it out “There’s where we’re headed Pookie.” Whispered to his Tomas who trilled in response, the smallest shift of her reins changing directions and slowing to a canter as the pair approached.

“Glad you could make it.” Almost as if blending from the darkness Livio seemed to appear, dressed in what looked like an Earth forces uniform, reaching out and petting the bird. “Rei, wake up little guy.” His other palm landed on the boy’s knee and he gave it a soft shake.

A grumble from the small blond who shifted in his father's hold to bury his face in his chest. Laughing Vash leaned down to whisper against his growing locks. “Rei, if you don’t wake up we can’t see snow. You wanna see snow with your Papa don’t you?”

That did the trick in rousing the boy, a little yawn before rubbing at his eyes. “We’re there Papa?” His voice mumbled with sleep and those bright blue orbs slowly blinked as he tried to wake up. Which to Vash was hilarious since before they had left the house Rei had been almost bouncing in his excitement.

“Yea buddy, Uncle Livio is gonna take us the rest of the way.” At that Livo was reaching to help the boy down and Vash gave the silent command for his mount to lower down to the ground before he too dismounted and went for their saddle bags. Grabbing what they’d need for when they got to the biodome. “Ok, Pookie.” Petting his Tomas who looked at him as if following his every word. “You stay here like a good girl, and you’ll get lots of extra treats in the morning.” A low warble and the bird settled down into the sand hidden by the outcropping, Vash knew his Tomas would stay, the promise of treats or not.

“Do you have what you need Vash?” A nod to the white-haired man and both Vash and Rei were crawling into the sidecar attached to his motorcycle. The question had come up the night of everything being planned and the truth was, the Earth forces used a similar model for roaming patrols around the site. This way there would be less chance of them being caught.

“Yea. All in this bag here.” Patting the object beside his son in front of him.

“Alright.” Nodding before Livio fixed his attention on the small blond boy. “Now Rei, hold on to your Papa real tight and do exactly as he says. Can you promise me you’ll do that?”

“I promise.” A sleepy agreement as Rei still worked on waking up, but as soon as the engine flared to life Vash could feel the difference as the boy perked up. Sitting a little straighter and starting to look around, only to squeal as they jolted forward into the night his grip on Vash’s arm grew. A chuckle deep in his chest that was lost to the roar of the engine, he knew Rei loved the speed and the way the wind whipped through his hair.

In almost no time at all the trio were stopped by a hidden exit, Livio leading the way and Vash carrying both the bag with their clothes and Rei. Slipping inside Vash and Rei both paused, blinking at the sudden difference in light. A chamber separating them from the Biodome itself, this entrance was used more for emergency exit requirements and to check the area instead of having to walk all through the space.

“Alright Rei, let's get you wrapped up.” Vash and Rei both quickly added layers and switched their footwear to better insulate their feet as per the directions from Livio. Vash felt the amount of clothes he was pulling on was a little, well, overboard. He had spent almost a century and a half on the desert planet and in the freezing nights he had been chilled down to the marrow in his bone more than once. Yet this felt like overkill, him and Rei both looking more like marshmallows instead of people.

Feeling himself starting to grow warm, however, he turned to Livio, gloves still off, and checking his watch. “Alright Livio, tell me how long we have.”

Checking his own watch and humming “Two hours, so let's sync up our clocks for an hour and forty-five. I’ll be here to get you then.” Timings set Vash went down on his knees in front of Rei, checking the zipper and fastening on the boy's jacket and pants to ensure everything was done.

“Ready?”

“Ready Papa!” An enthusiast thumbs up from Rei, made cuter in his father's eyes by the fact only his thumbs were desirable from the material of his mittens. A final nod to Livio and the pair stepped inside the dome through the metal doors.

And Vash felt his heart freeze inside of his chest.

Not from fear, not from despair, not from anything but the simple wonder that gripped him as he looked at the landscape before him. A vision of white and green as far as his eyes could see, the light of the moons illuminating the area they were in more than the spotlights recessed into the walls around them.

It took his breath away.

Scant seconds later Vash looked down to see Rei looking out at the scenery with just as much awe shining in bright blue eyes, mouth parted as he stared out into the snowy expanse. “It’s pretty Papa.” The words and that whimsical tone that left his mouth with them made Vash’s heart swell in his chest, even if all they did was look at this landscape it had been worth the risk.

“It sure is buddy.” Father and son stood there in the snow for a few moments before Rei piqued up, not quite breaking the stillness.

“So. What do we do Papa?”

Throwing his head back and letting out a roar of laughter, Vash grabbed Rei and hefted him upwards planting a kiss on his cheek. “You’re Mama had a few suggestions, so I think we’ll try those first.” Stepping more out into the space, Vash sent the boy in his arms a wink before falling onto his back causing Rei to giggle like mad as his father served as a cushion for him. “She said we can make angels in the snow.” Spreading his legs and arms Vash moved them as if doing jumping jacks, Rei still laughing from where he was wedged against his father's side.

The duo stood and Rei tilted his head at the imprint left in the snow. “It doesn’t really look like an angel Papa.” The boy then fell himself and did the same thing his father had and he started laughing even more. “It’s soft Papa!” His voice rose and fell with his laughter as the soft fluff moved around him and all Vash could do was smile, dropping down just a little way away from Rei and repeating the action.

“It is, it moves like sand but it feels lighter.” Eventually, Rei stopped laughing and Vash sat up to see Rei shaking from the effort of holding the sound in. “Alright, buddy let me help you up.” Legs spread wide Vash scooped Rei up once more and both looked at the imprint.

“Papa, that looks more like the cookie cutter Mom says in an Angel.”

The smaller one of Rei did look far more like the shape and Vash just shook his head chuckling while agreeing with the boy. “It does.” Letting out a hum Vash brought his face closer to Rei’s and booped his nose with his own. “Now. According to your Mama, we can make snowballs and have a fight.”

“What’s a snowball?” Tilting his head once more Rei looked at her father rather quizzical.

��Well.” Putting his son back on his feet Vash knelt down and swept some of the snow into his hand. “She said you have to pack it together like this and try to make a ball.” He showed Rei what he was doing and Rei tried to do the same, but with a much smaller ball being made by his hands.

“What do you do once it’s made?” His natural curiosity took over as Rei let out one of his own hums that the larger he got the more Vash realized it was one of his mannerisms that his miniature was picking up.

“A few things. It can be used to make a snowman if I remember what she said, but it’s mostly used for snowball fights.”

“How’s that done?”

“You throw them at peop-” His words stopped as Vash suddenly found his mouth filled with snow from the ball Rei had formed being thrown squarely in his face and a giggling Rei was trying to make another quickly.

A bark of laughter and Vash was tossing his first snowball at his son before chaos ensued between them. Rei made the balls as quickly as his little hands could and threw them half-formed at his father. Vash for his part was taking his time making the balls, pretending to have terrible aim as he threw them at the boy with perhaps one in every five hitting their mark on the center of his chest. A lot less than the almost constant hits to his own body as both laughed and weaved between trees and a few rocks placed about the area.

Throwing a final one Rei flopped down into the snow once more, his tiredness starting to catch up to him from the activity in the middle of the night. Dragging his feet Vash made a show of walking closer before kneeling down in front of the panting boy. “One snowball left. Wanna try and make a snowman?”

A shake of his head no as Rei held out his hand for the ball. Vash gave it to him fully expecting to have the ball thrown at him, only for Rei to instead press it against his father's face a short giggle following it. Laughing himself Vash wiped the wet frozen pieces from his skin, taking note of Rei’s slowly reddening turning cheeks. Pulling his glove off to check the pink-tinged skin. “Hmmm, you might be chilly faster than I thought.” Checking his watch Vash felt the shock in his system, he and Rei had already been inside the dome for almost an hour and fifteen minutes.

“Is it time to go Papa?”

“Almost Rei. Anything else you wanna do?” Rei shook his head because pausing and sitting up, letting out a long breath and his eyes wide.

“Papa. Look at the cloud! It’s a lot bigger than when we were at the ice rink! And you’re making them too!” The excitement was palpable as Rei watched the little clouds rise before disappearing. “Why does it do that Papa?”

“I’m not fully sure Rei.” Vash fibbed, he wasn’t going to go into a long explanation as to what caused the vapor clouds, not when Rei was enjoying the simple wonder in them so much. “Maybe it’s just something a little magical.” Except Rei didn’t seem to be listening to him anymore. Or watching the vapor clouds they were exhaling.

No Rei was looking skyward, and Vash tilted his own eyes upwards and once more his body froze in wonder. It had started to snow inside of the biodome. Lifting Rei up Vash noticed the dampness clinging to the outside of his jacket as the realization hit him as to why they needed so many layers, yet with the amount of time left Vash pushed those thoughts aside. Carefully lifting the boy so his legs were dangled over his shoulders and perched atop him in a piggyback ride so he could look more at the sky.

It was a rather memorable sight. The gently falling snow, highlighted against the night sky and cast in the light of the moons made it seem almost as if some of the stars were falling down around the pair.

Vash could feel Rei shift atop his shoulders, his smaller chest hitting the top of his head and the sound of muffled wet slapping reached his ears. “What are you up to, Rei?”

“Trying to catch the white stuff, Papa.”

“They’re called snowflakes.” Chuckling as Vash adjusted his grip on the boy's legs, swaying on his feet as they both kept looking skyward and Vash started taking them back towards the entrance they had come in through.

“I want a closer look, but when I catch them they melt.” A clear pout discernible in his voice had Vash chuckling again.

“They are just frozen drops of water.”

“Isn't that ice Papa?”

“Sort of. I guess ice is a bunch of water frozen, where a snowflake is a tiny drop of it.” his voice was wistful as Vash trucked along, the sound of sluffing snow from his footsteps with the occasional wet thump of Rei's mittens.

“Wait, Papa.” Feeling Rei trying to wiggle in his hold to grab one of his arms, the one that led to his prosthetic. “They aren't melting!”

Sure enough, as Vash glanced at his gloved metal hand the snowflakes landing there were staying frozen, his hand of metal and wires with sensors not producing enough heat to melt them. “You're right Rei, they aren't.” Turning his hand so it was palm towards the sky Vash held it up closer to eye level so both he and Rei could see them.

“Why are they different?” A soft warm smile grew on his face at the curious nature of his little boy. It made his heart warm as the duo looked at the vastly different geometrical shapes in his hand.

It also had Vash remember a time long ago when he and Nai had been learning from Rem and the subject of freezing temperatures had come up. He could remember her voice as she spoke and her motherly soft smile as she tapped her cheek. “You’re grandma-”

“Your mom?”

A larger grin on his face at the interruption. “Yes, my Mama, told me it’s because when snowflakes form because they’re in the sky and just little drops of water, they grow bigger and make tiny crystals. She also said every single one is different, so they all have different patterns that they show.” A very limited version of what had been had about crystallization and the six-fold symmetry of snowflakes he had with Rem and Nai but for now Vash wanted the magic of the night to remain the center of Rei’s attention but it had given the older plant an idea on what his next science lesson with his boy would be.

“I wish we could bring some back to show Mom.” The little catch in his voice and Vash could tell his little boy had grown a little solemn.

“I know buddy, but it might not have been a good idea for her to come with us.” You and Vash had decided to wait to tell Rei that he was going to be a big brother soon, you more than your husband as you had told him you wanted to make sure nothing was going to happen to your newest sprout before telling him. “Speaking off your Mama, any reason you’ve switched from calling her Mama to Mom?” It had been eating at Vash the last few days, he knew it hurt your heart in some way but the fact Rei still called him Papa had a gnawing sensation in his belly.

“I.” A pause as Rei let his little hands reach down to grip his father's jaw. “I know big kids don’t call their mother’s Mama anymore. I heard it on the radio on some show, and I don’t want mom to worry about a stranger thinking I’m younger than I look.” As soon as the words sunk in they broke Vash’s heart, Rei was just a little boy and he was already carrying far more weight on his small shoulders than he should have been.

“Rei. My little Sunshine, you can call your mother whatever you want it doesn’t matter how hold you are. Those radio shows are meant for entertainment, you don’t need to worry about what they say during them if you aren’t doing them.” Licking his lips as his throat started to close up from the sorrow racing through him, Rei wasn’t supposed to carry their burdens. “As to strangers buddies, I know you’re thinking about how many steps your mom and I take when it comes to you. Those are to keep you safe buddy, so you can grow up happy and surrounded by love. You know if you worry about those things you can talk to your Mama and me about that right?” A rather somber conversation to have with his son but on some level Vash knew one day they would have to have such a discussion.

“I will now Papa. I just know you and Mama are always so busy and you worry so much.” Stopping a few feet from the exit Vash looked back up towards the sky, taking both of his hands and wrapping them around Rei’s smaller ones.

“You never need to be worried about adding to what we have going on Rei, we love you to bits. You’re our little miracle, and you have no idea how much I love you, my little Rei of Sunshine.” Squeezing his hands Vash smiled well aware his little sprout might not be able to see it. “Now, we still have a few minutes, wanna have another snowball fight?”

Hours later you find yourself sitting on your porch wrapped in a throw from your and Vash’s shared bedroom, and once you see a hint of a dust cloud on the horizon you rise heading towards the barn. It isn’t too long of a wait until Vash is trotting in with a very sleepy Rei in his lap rubbing his eyes.

“Welcome home, did you have a good time with your Papa tonight?” Hands held up to take Rei from his father and embrace him in your arms so both of you are swaddled in the warm blanket.

“Yes Mama, it was so fun.” A long tired yawn as Rei rubs at his eyes once more. “I wanted to bring you some snowflakes but Papa said they’d melt.” Your heart soars at being called Mama once more and that your little blond wanted to try and bring you back a snowflake or two.

“That was sweet of you baby, but your Papa was right.” Another yawn and you press a quick kiss into the golden locks that Rei barely protests, a clear sign he’s exhausted. “Let’s get you to bed, and you can tell me all about it in the morning.” Blowing a kiss to your husband before turning to head back into your little house, some hot coco can wait for another night when your boys aren’t exhausted.

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