Koschei emits a soft gasp at the discovery, peering more closely still at the scientifically “enchanted” snowglobe.
“That’s stupendous. Darling. Nobody realizes what a genius you are, in your own right. And that is a true crime.”
He passes another kiss off to one of Jack’s beloved dimples, while peering closer still at all the intimate details of the painting.
Sharp dark eyes lock on that bassinet and his lips thin to a fine line against a torrent of ecstatic glee. A strangled little sound escapes the Master, and he shoots from his chair, knocking it clear over. He points both fingers at Jack, in unabashed triumph.
“I KNEW it!” he roars. “I KNEW IT!”
He flings his arms around Jack and tilts him back, kissing him properly on the lips.
“When? D’you know? Oh, my love, my gorgeous clever wicked Sam, have you done a scan yet?”
He laughs as he’s suddenly enveloped by his ecstatic husband, squeezing him tight as the secret comes out. “I had my suspicions about a week or two ago, but I wanted to be extra sure before I told you.”
Then he opens that ring box, and instead of a ring, there’s a little print out of an ultrasound scan. There’s BARELY a little bean sized dot in there, but it’s definitely there, and Jack kisses Koschei’s cheek.
“I was supposed to be down on one knee for this, but I guess this will do. Koschei Oakdown, will you have any other baby with me?”
“HohOOOO, bloody hell! You idiot, get OOP! Can’t have the mum on his knees!”
Koschei smacks Jack’s arm and drags him to his feet, where he steps onto his shoes and kisses him breathless.
“I’ll have a damned HORDE of them with you, and you bloody well KNOW it!”
“Tremendously true, but to whom do I credit this compliment? Show yourself.”
Smiling almost sheepishly he walks steadily closer and pulls Koschei close for a fond embrace. His eyes close briefly as he just enjoys the familiar feel and scent of the one he loves.
“I miss you too..”
His voice is a soft almost inaudible whisper as the words fall freely.
Koschei chuckles and nips his Theta on the ear.
“Are you smelling me?” he murmurs, needling him as ever, but oh, these days, it’s always with such an affectionate glow.
His own rumbling chuckle was partly an answer in of itself. The nip made him shiver, a quiet enjoyment of the familiar behavior he had missed so dearly.
“Yup. I missed all of you.”
Tucking his face against Koschei’s neck in an over exaggerated response he playfully nips there in retaliation for his ear.
Koschei growls appreciatively. He smacks the Doctor on the chest, and then the arm, and writhes in his arms.
“Stop.”
It’s a command, cheeks aflame, and always the indicator that his affection for his oldest friend is real: the shyness of his boyhood, buried under so many layers of narcissistic tyranny, comes out full force.
Icarus 