Alfred reaches to cup the other's cheek, his thumb grazing along his cheekbone.
"You would be a good father. You would have me," Alfred wasn't quite arguing but he knew that Ivar could do it. "I trust you, Ivar. I believe in you... will you at least think about it?"
Ivar melts into his husband's touch. It never fails to thrill him as though it's the first time they've ever touched. It's hard to deny Alfred anything he wants when Ivar feels this way. "Yes. Even if I wasn't a good father, I know that you would be."
Ivar turns his head, pressing a kiss to Alfred's palm. "I will," he promises. "How many would you want?" Ivar's used to a big family having come from one with five brothers in it growing up.
Alfred's eyes light up and he smiles at him, and even after they had been together sometime now, he felt pleasure at the way the other's lips press to his palm. Ivar still always thrilled him and he'd never get used to it.
"I'm not sure," Alfred admitted. "More than one, certainly."
He supposes perhaps it is a strange thing to talk about family in this way.
Alfred's optimism was bleeding over to him now. Maybe everything would turn out alright. There was a chance he could be a good parent no matter what his background had been.
"If it all worked out, I'd like a big family." That had been one of the bright spots in his otherwise hard childhood. Beings surrounded by a bunch of rough and tumble brothers had always cheered him up when he was down and kept him from getting bored.
Alfred smiles at the answer. "I didn't have a big family, you know," Alfred says quietly. Ivar knows by now that his childhood had been a lonely one, even with Aethelred he was often confined to himself or his grandfather's attentions given his tendency to fall ill.
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"You would be a good father. You would have me," Alfred wasn't quite arguing but he knew that Ivar could do it. "I trust you, Ivar. I believe in you... will you at least think about it?"
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Ivar turns his head, pressing a kiss to Alfred's palm. "I will," he promises. "How many would you want?" Ivar's used to a big family having come from one with five brothers in it growing up.
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"I'm not sure," Alfred admitted. "More than one, certainly."
He supposes perhaps it is a strange thing to talk about family in this way.
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"If it all worked out, I'd like a big family." That had been one of the bright spots in his otherwise hard childhood. Beings surrounded by a bunch of rough and tumble brothers had always cheered him up when he was down and kept him from getting bored.
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"We will do this then."