Work Text:
Freminet’s wide, blue eyes gazed up at you with complete love and trust as your fingers combed gently through his sandy locks. The boy was latched onto your breast, contentedly gulping down the milk you had made for him. You could see the bob of his Adam’s apple as he suckled. This intimate moment was safely hidden in your tent.
While the other members of the House of the Hearth were fast asleep, you cradled the teenage boy in your arms, providing the warmth and comfort of a loving mother. Your chest swelled with affection as one of Freminet’s hands tentatively stroked the small bump beneath your thin nightgown. The baby in your womb was created from this precious union. That little life, still his parents’ secret, was safe and protected. Though the outside world of death and fear weighed heavy on your heart, you knew that you would protect your baby and this sweet boy with all the strength of a mother tiger.
You kissed the top of Freminet’s head, inhaling the unique and intoxicating scent of salt water which lingered from an earlier dive. His natural soft scent was mixed with the unmistakeable sweetness of breast milk. When he had gotten his fill, the younger man sunk onto his back, mouth separating from your breast with a quiet pop.
Freminet’s sleepy, contented expression betrayed his milk-drunk state. You felt honored to have nourished his strong little body, providing him with the nutrients which would carry him through tomorrow’s dive. No matter how dark the depths of Fontaine’s water, Freminet would be close to your heart, cherished and welcomed back into your arms every night. The private world within the walls of your tent was special, reserved only for you two, soon to be three.
The other members of the House were unaware of this intimate environment. At least, they minded their own business when, almost every night, the blond diver could be seen slipping through the canvas door to your quarters. Fatui members took comfort where they could, never certain of the dangers the morning would bring. You and Freminet drifted off to sleep, temporarily free from the stressors of your profession.