Innocence

H E A V E N L Y

"He knew he loved her when 'home' went from being a place to being a person."

~E.Leventhal~

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" F R E Y A ? "  F A L C O N ' S  voice broke the comfortable silence that had fallen over the two.

Somewhere between suffocating hugs and calming touches, the couple had made it to Freya's bed where Falcon had wrapped himself protectively around the tiny girl. His heart began beating a little faster, a nagging question lying on the edge of his tongue.

In the time it took for Freya to respond, Falcon had backed out of his decision. It was too early, he had to remind himself. Slow and steady wins the race.

It made him agitated just thinking about it. He just wanted her to be his already.

Freya hummed in response, urging him to go on, but Falcon didn't. Her brown eyes cracked open, sleepily gazing up at his structured face. 

"Wha's wrong?" She slurred as her eyes fluttered shut again. She scooted closer to Falcon, letting out a breath as she rubbed her cheek on his chest.

Falcon ran his fingers through her red hair, eliciting content hums from the girl in his arms.
"Nothing, sweetheart," He whispered, pressing a kiss to her head for reassurance. 

Freya let out a muffled noise, somewhere between a whine of protest and a yawn. Falcon's stomach constricted with a short laugh.
"Go to sleep, baby," He said softly. "It's been a long day."

Freya didn't respond again as her breathing levelled out and little whistles began to erupt from her half-closed lips. Falcon couldn't help but leave a feather-light kiss on the tip of her nose, grinning as she subconsciously scrunched up her face.

Soon, He promised himself. She'd be his soon.

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The creaking of the bedroom door woke Falcon from his sleep, his heart beat escalating until he remembered where he was. He held Freya tighter to his chest, the noise forgotten until it sounded again, causing Falcon to shoot up in bed.

Freya made a whimper of protest, but continued sleeping as Falcon began to slip out of the bed. With on leg settled on the ground, the bedroom door pushed open fully, and Falcon cursed under his breath.

"Anders," Penn stood at the door, arms crossed over his chest. "What a surprise to see you here."

Falcon rolled his eyes at Penn's sarcastic tone, his pulse calming as realised it wasn't Freya's father.
"What are you doing here, Harris?" Falcon asked gruffly.

A smug smile stretched across Penn's face as he took a step inside the room.
"Her father called me," He said haughtily. "Said the little princess was sick and I should come over with some of Ma's soup."

He wiggled the container in his hand as Falcon let out an amused snort even as his blood began to boil at the nickname.
"Well she's not," Falcon stated. "So, leave."

Penn's grin grew wider as he tsked, taking another step further into the room.
"Ah, but you see, I was actually invited to be here," He chuckled. "You? You're not welcome in this home. All I have to do is go downstairs and alert Mr. Karol to your presence and, well, you'll be fucked."

Falcon let out a laugh, standing up from the bed as he crossed his arms over his chest, rubbing a hand across his mouth before cupping his chin in his palm. He smiled as he tapped a finger on his mouth in thought.
"Do you actually think I'm scared of you?" He let out another breathy chuckle.