Feen Verse: Meeting the father.

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Creed blinked as he entered some cool, dark-smelling place, which caught him off guard.

He gently set his love down, then turned his head, smelling earth and metal, one arm around here. "Are we there, sweetheart? We make it?"

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Fluß was there when he got back, standing at her grandfather's shoulder next to a woman with golden skin and white hair and wings. She walked over to Creed as the Professor took the canister and started to open it, her hands gripping his arm as her dark eyes watched.

A thin cry broke the air, lusty and irate, and then the next thing Creed knew he was holding a black baby with dark grey hair.

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His arm snapped from around Fluss' waist to hold the baby, and his eyes got huge as he stared down at the kid, then quickly pulled him close to keep him warm.

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The wails faded, and big grey eyes looked up at him as the little one hiccuped and clung to his shirt.

"Ach," said Fluß softly, putting her wings around Creed to shelter the little one. "(Oh, look at him!)"

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"Yeah," he said softly, face full of wonder. Then he blinked, and looked down at Fluss, his face draining.= for a moment, bfore he set his jaw.

"Sweetheart..." he said softly, passing the baby to her to see. "We're gonna have t' stay in the mansion a few days while I find you a house."

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"(Alright.)" She leaned against him, still sheltering their new son with a wing as she lifted her shirt and set him to the breast.

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"But... I thought ya... I mean, ya don't smell...." he stopped, then shook his head. "How can ya nurse?"