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He nodded at that, taking King's hand and directing him towards the bench.

King gently squeezed Brooklyn's hand, gazing at him for a long while.

"I need to know what you expect of me," he whispered as he looked at King.

King sat back on the bench, glancing at him, "I need you to be faithful and truthful to me, first of all."

He nodded at that. "You have my promise."

King smiled at that, "If you think that I'm not doing enough to fulfil your needs, tell me too."

Brooklyn gently returned the smile. "I won't push you. "

Nodding at that as he gazed away, King murmured, "Now, tell me truthfully what it is that you expect of me."

"I expect you never to really trust me again," he whispered.

King glanced up at that, his eyes landing on Brooklyn in confusion and slight hurt, "Why do you think that?"

Brooklyn gazed away for a moment. "I just don't know how you could."

King glanced away as well, sighing softly. Brooklyn was right, even he himself wasn't sure if he could ever fully trust his own husband.

Brooklyn sat in silence, staring ahead. He would keep his distance for now, when he had to.

King slowly reached over, gently grasping Brooklyn's hand, "We'll help each other heal, somehow."

"Someday," he whispered as he gazed ahead. Though even now he wasn't willing to tell King everything, not unless he asked directly. Some things were just meant to stay hidden.

Not that King was aware of what other past issues Brooklyn had. He certainly hadn't the power to look through his husband's memory and tell that there were still things that Brooklyn had kept hidden from him.

Brooklyn gazed at him, smiling gently as he held King. He would never hurt him again.

King gave a slight smile back to Brooklyn, lying close to Brooklyn. If his husband wouldn't tell him everything, then so be it.

He held King in his arms, gazing ahead. He doubted that he would ever be able to do more than hold him ever again.

King gently reached down and stroked his belly, uncertain of the same thing as well.

Brooklyn took King's hand, holding it lightly. He would just deal with it.

Smiling slightly at his husband, King laid back against Brooklyn's warm body, sighing softly.

He stroked King's hair gently before wrapping that arm back around King's waist.

"Are you ready to renew our vows yet?" King whispered, "Or do you need more time?"

"I'm ready if you're comfortable with it."

King nodded slightly at that, gazing down at his large abdomen, "After Kira's born then."

Brooklyn nodded in return as he held King.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" King whispered, gazing up at Brooklyn.

"No," he smiled at King. "I love you."

King chuckled softly at that, taking Brooklyn's ring finger and kssing it, "I love you too."

He held King close at that, relaxing against his warmth. He didn't know what he had ever done to be so blessed.

King pressed close to his husband, gently taking Brooklyn's hand and gazing at the simple gold ring on the finger, the very one chosen by his parents. He wanted their remarriage to be arranged by themselves, and attended by no one else except themselves.

Brooklyn shared King's sentiments. Besides, he doubted King's family would want to be there. They hated him now.

"Is there any particular place you'd like to go for the honeymoon? Or we can remarry wherever you want," King murmured.

"Are you sure we'll have time?" Brooklyn asked as he gazed down at King.

King glanced back at Brooklyn, "Well...won't hurt to run through all our options and see what's best, would it?"

"No," he mused, holding him close.

Smiling at that, King pressed close to Brooklyn, stroking his abdomen. "If we do go for a honeymoon, should we bring Kira along?"

"Yes, we won't have a choice," he gazed down at King.

"It's not a bad thing," King laughed, guiding Brooklyn's hands to his belly, "Makes for good family bonding."

Brooklyn rested his hand on the bulge, smiling gently as he felt it.

King smiled as well, pressing back against Brooklyn and feeling Kira's movements increase at the gentle touch.

He gently returned the smile, gazing at King. "Thank you," he murmured.

King smiled curiously for a moment, chuckling as he pressed close.

Brooklyn kissed the top of King's head, wondering what his reaction would be to this slight contact.

King stiffened instinctively for a moment, feeling the soft contact, but he quickly relaxed, smiling as he kissed Brooklyn's hand.

He held King close, stroking his belly gently.

King sighed gently, feeling Brooklyn's fingers on his large belly of nearly 8 months. He still had some questions, but he didn't want to risk spoiling Brooklyn's good mood.

"What is it?" Brooklyn asked, gazing down at King, feeling something else was wrong.

King gazed back at Brooklyn, remembering the long lonely nights he had spent by himself before he found out about the affair, "I was wondering why you kept returning to Garland and spent nights with him during my 4th month. Was it because of my inability to make love to you?"

Brooklyn gazed down at the ground for a moment. "It was the danger."

"The danger?" King kept his gaze on Brooklyn at that, "You were attracted to the thrill of it."

"Yes," Brooklyn sighed. He knew it was stupid and juvenille of him, but that was why even when K had put the news out he had gone back to Garland.

"I see," King murmured, emotional turmoil taking over his mind again. He regretted that their relationship couldn't have that same level of danger that Brooklyn desired, but deep down he was at least a little assured that Brooklyn hadn't gone to Garland because he loved the other more or because Garland was a lot better than himself.

Brooklyn held King's hand. "I fell out of love with him and in love with you, but that didn't take away the lust," he whispered. "I never cared for him like I do for you."

"I thank you for that," King whispered, "But I can never match up to his performance."

He frowned for a moment at that. "Why do you say that?"

King smiled slightly at that, shaking his head. But of course, Brooklyn already knew why.

Brooklyn sighed at that. "Don't compare yourself to him."

"I'll try," King whispered simply, gazing down at his hands, his belly.

"You're perfect in my opinion," he gazed at King, tilting his husband's head up. "That's all you need to think about."

King managed a slight smile at that, reminding himself that Brooklyn had promised to be truthful to him, "If that's what you really think, then all right."

Brooklyn held him close. He was aching to kiss King again, hold him in his arms and love him until day break but he knew that was impossible. Not now, maybe not ever.

Having had more of his doubts and questions cleared, King was feeling better, though if he would be healed enough to be able to sleep with Brooklyn once more without hurting, he didn't know.

Brooklyn sighed, gazing down at him as King rested in his arms. He was willing to wait forever if he had to.

However, King had no intentions of making Brooklyn wait too long, hoping that he could heal faster so that he could give everything to Brooklyn once again.
Slowly standing up as he held Brooklyn's hand, King murmured, "Shall we go back home?"

He nodded at that, taking King's hand as he walked beside him.

King smiled at that, walking back along the same route he had taken after his meeting with Brooklyn. He remembered the slight anger and confusion he had felt that day after meeting Brooklyn. He remembered being bewildered by his desire to meet the man who was to become his husband.

Brooklyn held his hand, quietly walking beside him as he gazed at his husband.

He was no longer the wide-eyed, easily riled young man who had walked this road more than eight months ago. He was already a married mother-to-be, having survived so many trials only to come out stronger than before.
He gazed at his husband for a moment, smiling at him and wondering if he had something in his hair, or on his face for that matter.

Brooklyn laughed lightly, gazing at his husband as he watched him.

King raised an eyebrow at that, instinctively raising a hand to dust at his hair and face, almost positive that there was a speck of something there that was making Brooklyn laugh. "You know, I haven't heard you laugh for so long," he whispered after a while.