[This dream is idyllic. Too idyllic.]
Honey~~~ Dinner's on the table~!
[That would be Grell Sutcliff. In a pristine dress. And an apron. Looking a bit more curvier than a dude-looks-like-a-lady ought to be while still remaining a dude. And hark~! What man through yonder doorframe walks?]
Sebas~chan~! You kept me waiting~!
[Yes- it would be Sebastian- with a very uncharacteristic smile on his face, to come in and give his, shudder, wife a kiss on the cheek in greeting. Before moving in to the other room- is that- cooing?]
That's my boy-
[And comes out with- dear sweet lord of death gods, that is a baby. And the look of maternal adoration shining on Grell Sutcliff's face-
God help us all.]
[ooc; think
this, omg sob]