Miles thankfully doesn't punish them for slipping up—this time. They're certain he won't be so understanding the next time they mention their former pack. Although they note his particular vitriol towards Naseer, of all people, with baffled confusion. Calm, wise, gentle Naseer, the doting and dutiful Beta, only ever watchful and fair. What could he possibly have done to earn Miles' scornful loathing?
They offer no resistance as he ties their ankles together, only gathering their cloak tighter around their shoulder to ward off the cold. His words do give them pause though. Kurt does feel the baby. They're so small still, a far-away presence very close by, unable to signal thoughts of hopes or desires on their own yet, but Kurt knows deep in their core that they're there. They depend on them. They love them.
They will never know their real father. They will never know how wanted they were, how loved they were, long before they were ever born. Corrigan, beloved Corrigan, won't be there to witness the birth of his first child, to lock eyes with them for the first time and know, just as surely as Kurt does, that they love him.
The realization crushes them. "P-Please," they whimper, devastated, fighting through another wave of sobs rocking their little body. Their hands join Miles' on their stomach, fingers trembling over where the baby rests. They can't even delude themself that the pup is peacefully oblivious within them. While they can't comprehend the peril they're in, Kurt knows they can feel the sheer depth of their grief. That's not fair to them. None of this is. "Please... P-Promise me you'll take care of them. Miles, please, promise you'll treat them like your own," they beg, seeking the wolf's cruel gaze. The baby may never know the love of their real father, but they should at least be safe with the one who's pretending to be.
"They didn't do anything to d-deserve this. Please..."
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Date: 2023-11-12 02:14 pm (UTC)They offer no resistance as he ties their ankles together, only gathering their cloak tighter around their shoulder to ward off the cold. His words do give them pause though. Kurt does feel the baby. They're so small still, a far-away presence very close by, unable to signal thoughts of hopes or desires on their own yet, but Kurt knows deep in their core that they're there. They depend on them. They love them.
They will never know their real father. They will never know how wanted they were, how loved they were, long before they were ever born. Corrigan, beloved Corrigan, won't be there to witness the birth of his first child, to lock eyes with them for the first time and know, just as surely as Kurt does, that they love him.
The realization crushes them. "P-Please," they whimper, devastated, fighting through another wave of sobs rocking their little body. Their hands join Miles' on their stomach, fingers trembling over where the baby rests. They can't even delude themself that the pup is peacefully oblivious within them. While they can't comprehend the peril they're in, Kurt knows they can feel the sheer depth of their grief. That's not fair to them. None of this is. "Please... P-Promise me you'll take care of them. Miles, please, promise you'll treat them like your own," they beg, seeking the wolf's cruel gaze. The baby may never know the love of their real father, but they should at least be safe with the one who's pretending to be.
"They didn't do anything to d-deserve this. Please..."