A couple of days ago, Vash suggested staying in a small desert town located in the very depths of the desert and cut off from external factors that could affect or threaten more insignificant and dying towns like this one, where crime is one of the main problems besides economic ones.

At first, it was an idea of "spending the night and recovering strength before setting off on a long journey again", but Vash, always a hero and stubborn mule, decided to stay for a couple more days to make sure that any danger passed the small, but no less vibrant town. And who woulda thought that Vash would really like it here.

In one local bar, where the locals dragged Vash along with his boyfriend to thank them for their help and faithful service, preventing their already fragile town from falling apart into old ruins, they treated them to delicious homemade wine and snacks, albeit small, but generous.

Boyfriend was sitting at a table shared with Vash—when a small bundle of energy actively interacted and communicated with the locals, drinking mug after mug with them, not paying attention to the amount of alcohol, if not for boyfriend, who constantly reminded him to be careful, while Vash dismissed it as insignificant.

"Aww, look, isn't he a miracle? He has such small hands and a fragile little body! He almost looks like a little puppy!" Vash exclaimed enthusiastically, his clear and cheerful voice echoing through the small room of the bar as he pointed with special trepidation at a small kid with big eyes and holding a large cage with nasty crickets.

Vash's hand gently, almost paternally, stroked the boy's messy head, thanking him for the "little gift" he had given him. This scene might seem sweet and harmless, but not when Vash was constantly talking about kids, dreaming out loud about how nice it would be to have one of his own.

I mean, it's good thing that Vash gets along so well with kids, right? A harmless and sweet interaction fueled by his bright smile and giggles, he imagined what it would be like to have his own little one with his boyfriend, imagining him round and full of a growing life that they could provide and call their own. Something that would only strengthen their bond and relationship.

Vash was so excited about this little display of families with kids, he realized he wanted the same thing with his boyfriend. He would settle down, quit his dangerous job and build a house in some remote place and away from the world and all dangers, where there would be only him, his boyfriend and their little one, whom he could teach everything he knows himself. Just the thought of a happy and peaceful life with his boyfriend filled his heart with immense happiness and anticipation.

And damn, he really wasn't going to give up on his...dream.

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The journey home was long and exhausting. Vash was tired, if not blacked out, from the fun and the huge amount of interaction with people who generously thanked them for their help and allocated a separate cabin where he and his boyfriend could chill and relax properly.

All of Vash's fatigue was erased in an instant as soon as they got home. Warmth and comfort always followed him when he was alone with his boyfriend, wherever they were. His chest was filled with love and warmth for the man he wanted to spend his whole life with—and even after. And he damn well wanted to leave his legacy with his boyfriend, his love and his whole world.

Watching his boyfriend begin to get ready for bed, Vash quietly sneaks up behind him, careful not to startle him in a peaceful moment, he wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him back to his chest until he feels his boyfriend's familiar warmth seep into his skin even through the layers of clothing separating them.

"Mmm, sweetheart, I have somethin' to talk to you about. A really, really serious matter," Vash began, his tone light and casual despite what he was about to say.

He tilted his head down, nuzzling his boyfriend's neck and inhaling his scent deeply until it filled his lungs. Vash placed a gentle kiss on the right side of his boyfriend's neck right below his ear, his lips lingering there for a couple of seconds before he rested his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder, looking at him with these puppy dog eyes he usually used when he wanted something.

"I want to have kids with you," he stated. Vash didn't realize that he was being too blunt or straightforward, but he thought it would be good if his boyfriend understood his intentions clearly and quickly, without realizing how stunning or overwhelming his words could be.

"Imagine how nice it would be to have a mini me or a mini you. He or she would have beautiful eyes like yours, or a smile like mine. It sounds like a dream come true, somethin' I could never dream of, you know?" A soft smile spreads across Vash's lips, a dreamy look appeared on his handsome face, making his bright sapphire eyes sparkle in the dim light of the bedroom as he imagined his and his boyfriend's own kid together. That would be so fucking adorable!