Jinde watched the door close behind him and then turned to his husband. “Alright, it’s … done now.”
Leng Jin Yu nodded and turned to look at the shell. In the sunlight falling into the courtyard, it seemed especially bright. “It’s done, yes. Now, it’s just ten more months.” Just thinking of that day, he couldn’t help but be nervous. “Do you think … I’ll do a better job this time around?”
Jinde stepped closer and grabbed onto his arm. “You’re more understanding than Chun Yin ever was. Also, this is the child you’ll have with the person you actually love. Don’t tell me you’re still afraid you’ll resent them?” His eyes curved up and he leaned closer, pecking his cheek. “You’re worrying too much. There won’t be a problem at all. And even if you struggle, isn’t there still me? And in the worst case, you can always push the child to Qiu Ling for a bit.”
Leng Jin Yu couldn’t help but laugh. Actually, even though Qiu Ling had seemed quite calm throughout all of this, he had trouble imagining him taking care of a child. In comparison … “Maybe I won’t suck that much as a father.”
“That’s what I’m saying.” Jinde reached up and cupped his cheek, his smile brightening. “If you want to worry, worry about the details. What are we going to name them? Also, we have to prepare clothes, some toys … There will be a lot to do in the next ten months.”
Leng Jin Yu nodded. “Right.” He hugged Jinde but couldn’t help and looked toward the shell again. “I can still hardly believe it.”
“Better believe it. When it’s there, it’ll be too late to make up your mind.”
Leng Jin Yu nodded again and finally turned away from the shell. “Well, I guess we won’t rush to prepare immediately.”
“No, probably not. Why? Is my husband thinking of something specific?” He reached up and wrapped his arms around Leng Jin Yu’s neck, his eyes narrowing suggestively.
Looking at him, Leng Jin Yu had no idea what to say. Jinde … no matter how long they were together, he still stole his breath away each time he looked at him like this. “That … might not be such a good idea. Qiu Ling will probably be back soon.”
“Mn, it wouldn’t be the first time he walks in on us.”
Leng Jin Yu hugged him back, burying his head at his shoulder, and laughed. Surely, just because it had happened once or twice, that didn’t mean that Qiu Ling was happy to be subjected to that sight again. There were just some things that were hard to stomach no matter how well you got along. To Qiu Ling, even though their relationship wasn’t the normal type, he should still equate this to ‘walking in on his parents’ and despite his age, that should make him have some complicated feelings.
Jinde pursed his lips when his husband couldn’t be convinced. Well, just because right now wasn’t the best moment, that didn’t mean that there wouldn’t be one later. “Alright, let’s just wait for him to come back then.”
Leng Jin Yu nodded and the two of them just stood there in the courtyard, quietly waiting for Qiu Ling. Surprisingly, the person in question took quite some time to return.
At this moment, Qiu Ling was squatting in the courtyard of his old room under the curious eyes of Fu Min. He had already dug out a jar of wine or rather two of them. One had been handed to Fu Min so he would shut up and the other was taken along to celebrate with Jinde and Leng Jin Yu.
It was just … he couldn’t bring himself to go back immediately. He knew those two. After some heartfelt words were spoken, Jinde would probably jump on Leng Jin Yu and convince him that there was absolutely nothing wrong with having their own celebration first. He knew him well enough to know that.
Fu Min stood a few steps away, watching his king’s expression with some apprehension while clutching the jar of wine to his chest. “Your Majesty …”
Qiu Ling glanced up and raised his brows.
“If this is for a celebration, then why is your expression so bad?”
Qiu Ling pursed his lips, not wanting to answer that question. Instead, he quietly changed the topic. “Fu Min, you’ve been married for a while. Have you and Fu Heng thought about having children?”
Fu Min stared at him for half a minute before finally shaking his head. “No. I mean, we have, but we don’t want any.”
“Oh.” Qiu Ling nodded, not sure what else to say to that. Jinde had always loved children and he himself had wanted a family so the idea that somebody might not want at least one hadn’t really crossed his mind. Thinking about it now though, he could understand. Children … they were also a lot of work and not everyone was cut out to deal with them. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if he would do a good job when it was time for him.
Thinking of that, his brows furrowed tightly. “Jing He will probably be really good with our child one day.”
Fu Min nodded and finally squatted down next to him. “Then why is Your Majesty looking like that? Isn’t it good if he’s good with children? Or are you jealous that he won’t have as much time for you?”
Qiu Ling side-eyed him and wondered why exactly he had made this guy his adviser again. “We’re talking about a time where we’re raising our child together. Do you think I’m the kind of idiot who’d resent his spouse for spending time with his own child?”
“Well …” Fu Min hastily put away the jar of wine before it could be taken away and then shook his head. Inwardly though, he couldn’t help but wonder. Anyway, their king had always acted unreasonably. While he had mellowed down a lot in the last weeks, that impression was still too strong. Sometimes, he couldn’t reconcile this new king in front of him with the one from before. It really wasn’t easy to be an adviser sometimes.