Marshmallow baby

Marshmallow baby

The property was huge, so huge that it seemed endless in every direction possible. Long, stretched corridors, extensive hallways, delicate details and the sophisticated interior of the house portrayed someone's heart and soul in putting the effort of a dream house........just like Mago wished to have one day. The mansion was majestic from every corner an eye could wander, a perfect merge of soft and bold that attracts the beholder yet calming and serene that it felt home in heart.

Adding in to the excellence, life-size portraits of equally royal residents and their precious heir all around the house signified the place to more value than before.

The said dream house, spread across acres of land, looked no less than terrifying in the night though. Beautiful yet vacant hallways created a sense of eeriness, and the quiet around the structure doubled the feeling.

But the true stealer of the show were the tiny little wails of a child that echoed through the house like a broken record and landed inside Mago's heart directly. Soft cries of an unknown infant were what lured Mago inside the mansion in the first place. He racked through the building actively, running around in hopes of finding the source, causing him to notice the lack of weight he had carried for nine months.

It was until he was successful in nearing a hallway from where the echoes were more prominent and clear. The cries were soft, just like a baby who had woken up after a power nap, and it caused Mago to pace forward urgently so he could reach the door at the end of the hallway.

But upon reaching it, the boy stopped dead in his tracks.

All of a sudden, the small wails of the baby had turned into little giggles of sorts. The baby, who was once crying his heart out, was now squealing and giggling sweetly like no tomorrow against a soft humming of a melody.

Mago stood there outside the room, unsure of the situation. He listened to the heart-melting voice attentively while he pondered over the next course of action. The little majesty was not confident without his king or his best friend by his side, and so it was difficult to handle the situation wisely.

However, curiosity got the better of Mago.

He had to know what the fuck was going on inside.

Therefore, nodding his head once, the boy made up his mind and placed his small hands over the door with a loud sigh. Then, after a second and two of thinking deeply, the boy pushed the door open only to reveal something he would have never imagined in his life by himself.

Appeared that it was a magic that has manifested his creative scenario into a lively scene

The sight in front of Mago was no less than a miracle, it was like a memory that came out to play a skit in reality and beckoned him to join and savour the moment of splendour until it lasted.

There in the grand room, in front of Mago, stood a beautiful couple with a little child in their hands......a couple that Mago had seen in a picture only. The dominating, handsome male figure of a man towered over the baby and the breathtakingly beautiful woman as he smiled at the two with kind eyes, while the women beamed graciously at the baby like a goddess she was.

Both of them seemed so engrossed in the baby that they didn't notice how Mago stood there at the door shell shocked as he watched them singing sweet melodies for the baby with such delight on their faces. The baby seemed to enjoy it, too; he cackled and thrashed his small limbs in a way of appreciation, making the woman a melting mess as she kissed the child on his forehead every so often while the older smiled at them warmly.

"This baby is so pretty, Enzo, isn't he?" Mago heard the soft whisper of a voice from the woman, she smiled as she cradled the baby to her chest for a precious squeeze before pulling away "So cute and beautiful, just like our little boy was" the woman said caressing the child's small head, she giggled alike some certain majesty when the baby blinked at her with his toothless mouth open, showcasing a pink cavern.

"Indeed, and I believe he will be just as splendid as our Mago is in his life" The man replied gently, the tone of his voice carried darkness, an aura that screamed authority and power but all that didn't reach his mesmerizing eyes as he wished good luck to the boy in his wife's hands.

The said wife then looked up at her husband with a smile and pushed the baby in his arms for him to hold, she chuckled too when Enzo Parker cradled the baby to his warm chest and kissed his head, the baby produced a sound similar to a quack before he was back in snow's embrace.

All that while, Mago watched them keenly. He was astonished to witness such a wholesome moment and for a second didn't want to intervene, but then out of nowhere, the boy felt his limbs moving and his mouth spurting out a gasp of a question in the quietness of the room.

"Mama? Papa?" he called silently, eyes turning dewy as he watched the couple turning still and quiet in an instant. The little majesty waited impatiently, he squirmed restlessly with a wildly beating heart while he stared at them in disbelief as they raised their gazes up and locked eyes with their only child.

Time seemed to stop in its tracks; the silence was too loud to hear, and the scene unfolding was difficult to decipher in easy words. It felt like a dream that came to reality with how much emotions circulated around them, with Mago and his parents staring at each other under the trance of unsaid sentiments.....nothing else mattered at the moment.

Until.....

A twinkle of happiness graced Enzo Parker's face, and he smiled at Mago. Taking a few steps ahead, he closed the distance between himself and his son a little and stood there watching Mago fondly. The boy had taken mostly after his mother, a small stature, beautiful features and curious, questioning eyes....Mago was the epitome of what once Snow Monroe was in her life as he reciprocated interest to his father.

It was also when he realized how small he was compared to his father in what looked like reality.

"You are so brave my son.....so brave to suffer what you have been through" Mago heard the commanding voice towering him breaking him out of his thoughts, The same authority Mago had always imagined his father with brought a flood of emotions in him and the boy felt tears stinging his eyes.

"I am so proud of you", the man said warmly. The gentleness in his eyes and the love and fondness he showcased made Mago sniff a little. The boy didn't know when a tear rolled down his cheek, but what he did notice was how his mother approached him as well, slightly hurt, and along with the baby.

"Don't cry my child......" she called endearingly while she rocked the baby in her arms "Fate hadn't allowed us the time we wished to have as your parents, but we are always with you" She continued caringly and Mago sniffled, still crying, while he nodded like a good boy. The whirlpool of emotions was overwhelming for Mago; it was hard to compose himself, not wanting to jump in his parents' arms and rant about life.

Nevertheless, the tiny majesty was wise and understanding, he was also brave and smart. Therefore, he wiped his button nose stubbornly and raised his chin to show his obedience, making his parents smile

"This child is the reward and end to all the hardships you had to endure in your life my boy, he is a blessing that is going to fill the void of having a family, a loved one and a soul to connect with" Enzo started again, a firm expression took over his kind demeanour while Mago listened carefully. The boy cherished the moment he got to spend a few minutes with his parents, even if it was a dream, but the passion behind that time was priceless.

"Love and cherish him like we wanted you to, Mago. pour in the love for us too as well my son" Snow added to her husband's words with a smile and watched how Mago nodded again like a child. She then paced even closer and slowly delivered the cotton light baby in Mago's arms, carefully making Mago look down at him.

Stepping back, she wrapped her fingers around her husband's upper arm and held tightly.

"We love you, Mago, and we are so proud of you, son", the little majesty heard loud and clear. He smiled and looked up, feeling joy and calm residing in him, but to his disappointment, there was no one there now. The room was empty and quiet, and so was everything else, The baby was silent too but when Mago peered down at him........to maybe inform him that they were alone.........the baby produced a cute sound from his pouty mouth and made Mago invested in him in an instant.

"He looks like Marshmallow, my Marshmallow, he is my marshmallow baby", the boy whispered, feeling his heart finally at peace as every other distraction faded into nothingness.

.....

Meanwhile:

"Where have you been, Raye? It is pretty late." Mr Xavier asked in his deep voice while he stared at his son by the door. The older looked nonchalant when he inquired, but if one would observe closely, Mr Xavier seemed to have reached tranquillity. And why wouldn't he, the reason of his calmness was close to his chest, a bundle of happiness wrapped in the fluffiest blanket in existence while he rocked him back and forth.

Garnie and Alex were by his side, attentive as always.

King had also noticed the baby by then; his axe had stopped working, and a flood of affection coursed through his veins as he looked at the child in his father's arms.

"I....father....I..." he stammered, unable to put the raging thoughts in words while he rubbed his hands together in building excitement. Just a few hours back, the crime lord was barking orders and claiming authority over his subordinates, he was ruthless in the meeting in the headquarters where he snapped at people who dared go against his words and commands.

But the scenario had changed to its axis now, the same man was nervous and sweaty in his palms while he anticipated the first look of his first child and embraced the title of being a father.

How incredible was that feeling?

Then...

An amused chuckle from the former lord reverberated inside the room and snapped King out of his trance. Mr Xavier, who had become wise of King's situation, couldn't keep it in him and smiled as he slowly lowered the tiny sleeping baby inside the crib gently and covered him thoroughly. He then looked at king playfully and laughed handsomely at his son's sheepishness.

King was new to the experience, hence his state of bewilderment.

"You can answer me when you sort it out, king. Take it easy for now," the older said with a charming smile as he walked towards sleeping Mago on the bed. Jana, who sat caressing Mago's hair, stepped aside quickly, giving space to the daunting man, and Mr Xavier leaned down to peck the young majesty on his forehead fondly.

"I should get going now, king.......consider calling your father if you need help and take care of them both," the former lord proposed warmly, eyes shining with utmost affection and happiness that king felt contagious " Don't forget to thank this beautiful boy for such a blessing Raye.......I will see you all at home," Mr Xavier said, marching towards the door and towards King as well.

But then he stopped and placed his large hand over King's shoulder.

"You never fail to make me proud, my pride. Congratulations." The older man expressed looking in the eyes identical to his own and smiled when King smiled in triumph. Mr Xavier then bid goodbye and left the room with quick steps, followed by his loyal men Garnie and Alex right behind him.

Leaving the room in a comfortable silence.

But then...

King leapt towards the crib, Charlton and Lucca sticking close, as they hovered the small being with curious, wide and anticipating eyes. Three large men peeked inside the cot, holding their breaths as they did while they stared at the small human nestled between a bunch of blankets, soundly sleeping.

And the baby.....oh the baby it was.

Slightly larger than a normal newborn, pink chubby cheeks, pouty toothless pink mouth, bald head, noticeable lashes and over all a roll of fat, fat muscles. The heir of Xavier's was a tiny yet a thick baby, cute and small but round and healthy.......small fists curled to his sides and a tiny nose breathing slowly, he looked like a recipe of perfection.

And why not? After all.....he was the child of King Mafia and Mago.

"So tiny", Charlton whispered lowly as if his voice can wake up a tired baby. The crime lord nodded his head, agreeing as he gathered tears of joy in his eyes. The baby slept peacefully, all expressions neutral as he breathed slowly, but even then, he looked a lot like Mago. The structure of his proud little nose and shape of thick lips all matched his beloved mama.

"He is", King choked back a chuckle as he said.

"And pretty too, just like our baby majesty" This time, Lucca added in, he looked mesmerized as if he hadn't seen a child in his life. What can he say? It's not every day you see your lord getting love-struck by a beautiful boy and then proceed to have a blissful baby in the future.

"Hmm. He is perfect, just like Mago," King whispered lovingly. He reached his hand gently inside and caressed the baby's soft skin, only to gasp when he realized how soft the baby was.

The baby, though, stirred suddenly and squirmed in its place, making all three of them hold their breaths. They watched as the small pink human wiggled his legs and raised them in an attempt of perhaps some movement before he blinked open his beautiful big, doe eyes and looked up at the hovering figures crowding his personal space.

Excuse me...

Following his movement was the wobble of those tiny pair of lips, which scared king and his men for a second, and then a wail that echoed around the room that had Lucca and Charlton stepping away from the crib in an instant and king to reach out and pick the child quickly, cradling him to his chest.

Oh boy....