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"just you," portia said softly, panting gently as her husband came forward, accepting his nudges and kisses before moving her head to kiss each baby gently. each of them were so precious, even the boy, who portia noted looked an awful lot like sirio did as a baby-- only with a far more saturated palette. what did she expect? she made love with the same man-- their children were bound to look similar. so she ignored it, especially since they were hardly little balls of fur yet anyhow. 

she hoped dio would rest with her now, bask in the glow of the newborns. she curled her tail protectively around the little family, nosing at dio's chin. though her leg had still not fully healed, at this point it was likely it never would, portia was thinking only happy, painless thoughts. she was content, she was happy, life was good.