Da Future

[50shadesofprotag]

Soooo in the future! Hilda managed to woo Silver and keep him for more than a week.

When Hilda's about 26 and Silver's 24, she's finally got him doing more "couple"-like things with her.




It's a good thing they're a somewhat decent age to be parents?

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[tsuntrader]

[...] What is it? [Yes. That's a yes.]

[50shadesofprotag]

[He offers to hold the babies, trading them for Hilda's letter. Inside, it's written in her slightly sloppy but loopy handwriting.]

Dear Silver,

If you found this and pieced it together from scraps in the trash, then why are you digging in the trash? Gross! If you found this in my desk before we go the hospital, then close this thing right now and mind your own business, fuck!

If you found this because I'm dead, then I'm not that surprised. I had a feeling something might go wrong with the pregnancy, so I've set some things up just in case. First of all, my bank account uses your name and the date we met each other for the first time (the castelia date, not the nimbasa date) as a password. I've saved up everything I possibly could, and given you full rights to access it. Second of all, I told my Pokémon about it since you're going to need their help instead of them needing you. And third of all, I've already set up the stuff for funeral things, found a good cheap place so it won't break the bank and you can take care of the baby without me.

I give you total permission to find some other girl or boy to be the stepmom or stepdad. Even if I doubt you'll do something like that, just know that the answer is "yeah go for it, I don't give a fuck I'm dead". Whatever you think is best for the kids, that's the best answer and that's what I'd agree with.

And no matter what, Silver, it isn't your fault. I don't care if you broke my neck yourself, no matter what, you had nothing wrong to do with anything. And if you did, then I'll deal with you after you die of a ripe old age of 60+. (Seriously you stay alive for those kids as long as you can or I will make your afterlife half an eternity of black eyes.)

I love you. Even if I do die, and even as I'm writing this thinking that I will, I don't regret a single thing. If I die and the baby lives, then I'm dying happier than I've ever been in my life, and you should be happy too. Aside from the fact that I'm dead, it's okay to be sad about that as long as you're also happy about our kid.

I don't know what else to say other than keep the ring and keep my hat if you want. Get me cremated, I don't want to be a creepy rotting corpse in the ground.

I love you, and say hi to the kids;
Hilda

[tsuntrader]

[It comes. It finally comes. Tears finally stream down his face, and once he's done reading, he pulls his collar up to try to hide and muffle what crying he can't keep quiet.

That's... That's Hilda alright. Only Hilda could write something like that. She's. She's really gone, and she's not--

How- how did she know? Why didn't she say anything? Why? Why'd this have to happen? Why does everything so right have to go so, so wr-

And no matter what, Silver, it isn't your fault.

If I die and the baby lives, then I'm dying happier than I've ever been in my life, and you should be happy too.]

[infinitegrin]

It's okay, it's okay...

[Emmet's about to cry, himself. He keeps a hold of the babies, who are falling asleep, but he leans over and butts his head against Silver's. He'd hug Silver, but those precious bundles won't be put down.]

It's okay to cry. You don't have to hide it. Come on, let's sit down, and I'll lend you my shoulder.

[tsuntrader]

[O...okay. Okay. He'll sit down. He'll sit down and cry, but... Let him hold one of his kids. Barett. He'd ask to hold both, but he knows that Blue is fussier and doesn't want to risk waking her up when she's settling down.]

...When I tried to pick out a couch, a kind old woman insisted on getting me on the nicest one on the store. She overheard me talking about how I wanted it for Hilda so she could be comfortable.

[...] She pushed herself. She pushed herself so hard for these kids, and she did her best to never complain. We'd say all the time that everything would be okay because we're together. We had each other.

[The breaks and pauses in his voice as he tries to talk through his tears is getting worse and worse, and he doesn't want to make the babies fuss, so he pauses for a moment to look at them. Both of them.]

I love them. Both of them. What am I supposed to say about their mom when they get older? Will they really be okay with just a dad? Will they be happy? [What if I'm not good enough? The fear he had nine months ago returns to him, and it's worse than before. He can't reassure himself that he and Hilda will be able to do it together this time.]

[infinitegrin]

[There we go. Emmet cradles Blue in one arm, and hugs Silver fondly with the other, letting him pour his heart out.]

If you love them, they will be happy. And when they ask about Hilda, the words will find their way out of your heart, a direct line from your soul to theirs. They need you, for that. All that they'll ever know about your mother is your love for her. That will be hard, and it won't be the best... but it will be enough.

[tsuntrader]

[...He lets that stew for a while before ultimately giving up and leaning his head on Emmet's shoulder.]

They won't just have me, either. They'll have you and Ingo, and Elesa and Hilbert, and my little sister and brothers, so...

I want them to have the childhood I wanted when I was little. They... They can still have it. It will just be a little different, that's all.

...I'll take care of them. I'll keep them safe and happy.

[...And with that, he goes quiet. In just a minute, he'll find himself asleep on Emmet's shoulder.]