Thief Collection

7. Treasure

It had been a long night, well into the early hours of the morning, before you could consciously thinking about breathing. Local anesthetic didn’t work well on you and you had been afraid to take anything stronger because of the risk it posed. So you had gritted your teeth and bore through the pain, just as the man beside you, had when you were sure at one point you were clawing his hand. Expect while bearing it, former thief king of Egypt Bakura Touzoku, was swearing lowly in a language long since dead and you didn’t have the extra energy or inclination to stop him.

You honestly weren’t sure you could have children. After all, his body was one created and bond by magic, his original long since gone and there were certainty oddities (like how wounds would heal so quickly or he seemed so impervious to illness) that came with this one. Children had been a more of a secret wish for both of you (strange as it might have seemed to others, he had actually wanted children of his own. And like most girls you had dreamed of having a family) you had him as a pure stroke of mercy from the fates. You weren’t going to push for more then you had gotten. About eight months ago, you found out you were getting your wish.

So eight months later the wait was almost over. After nine hours of labor it was finally over, something inside you gave and you heard the doctor cry out. “Ah! Here he is! And what head full of hair!” He announced, carefully cradling the now squirming newborn in one arm as he stepped away.

You wouldn’t see it, attention forced on the nurse as you dealt with the aftermath of birth, but your husband turned his own attention to the doctor then, watching the other man like a hawk as he checked over the baby. No one saw the way his free hand clenched when the doctor pinched your son’s foot, making the child cry at the sudden sensation while ensuring his mouth and throat was clear. The glare had only slackened when the child was brought to you, laying the baby along your arms as he slowly stopped crying.

You vaguely heard the doctor and nurse saying something, the rumble of your husband’s voice in reply before they left, giving you the privacy needed. It took only a second after the door was shut before the sliver-haired male shifted, half sitting on the bed beside you as he slipped one arm carefully behind your back, supporting your weight slightly as you tried to sit up a little better. “Easy.” Touzoku ordered when you winced, adjusting to leaning against him. “Not too fast.” Once both you and he were comfortable, you began studying the new life in your arms.

He wasn’t much longer then your forehead, skin still tingled red from birth and (to your mutual amusement) a head full of curly snow-white hair. “He is definitely your son.” You muttered, with a slightly rueful glance upwards before you looked back to the baby in your arms. A glimpse of his eyes said they were baby blue. And you hoped they stay that way, if only to prove that your husband’s genetic wouldn’t bow-beat your own.

“Yes, he is.” Came the rumble from by your head, tan hand coming down as he traced a finger along his son’s cheek. In response your son turned slightly, making a soft sound as he nuzzled into the new warmth. “Quick leaner.” Approval rumbled from those few words, gently cupping his fingers along the boy’s cheek for a few moments to let him get use to the touch and scent of his father before the elder male turned his head, kissing your left temple. “Thank you.”

You smiled, not having to ask what that had been for. “What should we name him?”

“Adjo.” Touzoku answered after few silent moments. “It means treasure.”

“Bakura Adjo.” You replied, smiling at the sleeping babe in your arms before you looked up at your husband. “Sounds good.” It was good name for the first-born child. And hopefully, not the last.