Kurt bursts into tears the second Corrigan's hands find them again, sobbing brightly into his shoulder, joy and relief and agony all pouring out of them all at once. It feels too good to be true. So many nights they'd dreamt of this moment, only to wake up cold and shackled and alone, and part of them is terrified that will happen to them this time too.
But it won't. They know it won't. Too many days and nights have passed, too many miles separate them from the corpses and ghosts they'd left behind, they've sacrificed too much to get back to the pack that loves them. To the man, their Alpha, their love, currently weeping into their neck in a twisted beautiful mirror of themself. They're both skinnier now, smaller, weaker, but nothing has changed the love between them.
That, if anything, has only grown stronger.
"I'm here, A-Alpha, I'm home," they hiccup, laughing between chest-wrenching sobs as Corrigan presses his forehead to theirs. They're vaguely aware of their surroundings—Naseer has fallen to his knees by the riverbank, needing a moment to catch his breath from the violent force of his relief, there's the distant pounding of feet running through the woods from the cabin, the pack already on their way—but they only have eyes for Corrigan right now. Just for now. His first. His Alpha.
All the crying and squeezing and hurried, fervent words make the baby pressed skin-to-skin against Kurt's chest stir awake, a burbling coo coming from her as those huge eyes blink open. This is the first time she's seen another person since the bad men, but this time, even though her mother is crying, there's no distress. So when she fixes her enormous eyes—Kurt's eyes, stormy blues and greens and greys—on Corrigan, there's only curiosity in them.
Between sobs and bursts of relieved, exhausted laughter, Kurt looks between the baby and their Alpha, the smile on their face growing wider. "C-Corrigan, this is Holly." The first time they speak her name to anyone but her. "Your d-daughter."
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Date: 2024-01-02 01:03 am (UTC)But it won't. They know it won't. Too many days and nights have passed, too many miles separate them from the corpses and ghosts they'd left behind, they've sacrificed too much to get back to the pack that loves them. To the man, their Alpha, their love, currently weeping into their neck in a twisted beautiful mirror of themself. They're both skinnier now, smaller, weaker, but nothing has changed the love between them.
That, if anything, has only grown stronger.
"I'm here, A-Alpha, I'm home," they hiccup, laughing between chest-wrenching sobs as Corrigan presses his forehead to theirs. They're vaguely aware of their surroundings—Naseer has fallen to his knees by the riverbank, needing a moment to catch his breath from the violent force of his relief, there's the distant pounding of feet running through the woods from the cabin, the pack already on their way—but they only have eyes for Corrigan right now. Just for now. His first. His Alpha.
All the crying and squeezing and hurried, fervent words make the baby pressed skin-to-skin against Kurt's chest stir awake, a burbling coo coming from her as those huge eyes blink open. This is the first time she's seen another person since the bad men, but this time, even though her mother is crying, there's no distress. So when she fixes her enormous eyes—Kurt's eyes, stormy blues and greens and greys—on Corrigan, there's only curiosity in them.
Between sobs and bursts of relieved, exhausted laughter, Kurt looks between the baby and their Alpha, the smile on their face growing wider. "C-Corrigan, this is Holly." The first time they speak her name to anyone but her. "Your d-daughter."