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Quinn was sure his life had turned into a dream mostly because he was not engaged to the love of his life, they were making plans to take a trip to visit his parents and introduce them to Dream, and currently the Ninetails was curled up against him still sleeping.

Of course after spending time at the lake, they'd come home because frankly that truck was too small to do exactly what it was Quinn was wanting to do (Namely, the Ninetails), and that had been followed by a much needed rest for them both. It'd been an emotional sort of few days for them.

Pressing a kiss to Dream's forehead, Quinn settled blankets over him to keep him warm and slid out of the bed the jeans on the floor left there as he stepped out to get something to drink, and possibly start something for Dream to eat when he finally woke up.

It was as he came out of the bathroom and into the living room that he paused and looked around the still slightly dark room, standing perfectly still. Something felt off. Out of place. He didn't want to turn on a light and risk waking his fiance, it was the butt crack of dawn after all.

Instead he searched the room in the near dark before his eyes landed on a dark shape sitting not far off and his eyes narrowed. "The hell is that..." he made his way closer and it was as he came up on it, that he found himself staring down in confusion. "An...egg?"

Crouching down he lifted it up into his arms, surprised to find it was pretty warm all things considered and it made his still waking brain work harder than it should have so early. "A warm egg...in our house....eggs are only warm if they've gone bad or....oh shiii" his words trailed off as he looked down to the egg in surprised awe.

How did an egg get inside their locked, alarmed house? It felt warm but was rapidly cooling and Quinn moved fast then and went to the linen closet and pulled out a couple of blankets and began to clumsily swaddle the egg up in it to keep it warm. That done, he quickly and quietly ducked into their room and got his pants on, and stepped back out rummaging in his work bag and out came some nylon straps.

It took some doing but he managed to concoct a weird sort of contraption that kept the egg strapped to his chest and stomach, to it'd stay warm while he started to carefully cook breakfast all while trying to figure out what he'd tell Dream once he woke up.

Quinn could hear noises coming from the bedroom and normally he'd have been happy to go in and help out with things like brushing out the others tails, and hair mostly because he truly enjoyed doing those things for the other.

But, between the pan on the stove full of food he was cooking up, and of course the egg he'd rigged to himself, he wasn't moving much of anywhere. No sense in burning breakfast, or bringing along more questions than he could answer.

Quinn had just finished sliding Dream's omelet onto a plate a small bowl of fruit set on it as well when he heard the other stepping out into the kitchen with him, and he couldn't help the almost nervous sounding laugh that he gave. Though he was amused the other had jumped to bondage for what was going on?

"Morning handsome, no....no bondage unless you know you're interested in that sort of thing." there was a slight snicker then as he turned a little to hand Dream his plate. "Here's your breakfast why don't you go have a seat and I'll be there in a moment mines almost done cooking."

He carefully adjusted a strap that was slipping off his shoulder to keep the egg from sliding as he poured a glass of juice for Dream as well. "I've uh...got a surprise for you though...."

If Quinn had been aware of the thoughts going through his fiance's head he might've burst out laughing. Bondage really wasn't the sort of thing he was into, despite how he currently looked!

"I'm feeling fine. Woke up feeling hungry and thought you'd enjoy a nice breakfast. I'd intended it to be in bed, but I think right now it's better we don't." just because he could imagine food spilled all over it the moment Dream saw the egg.

"Uh yeah...a surprise." he sounded unsure of himself. Dream hadn't sounded all that sure about kids when it'd been brought up before, and now....now there was an egg in their house that he was wearing to keep warm. It was well pretty normal as far as eggs went. It seemed to just be cream colored, a few darker spots on it. Almost like an over grown speckled chicken egg or something. So that gave no clues to what it held.

Finally he finished plating up his own food, did a half job tidying up since dishes would need washed, and he picked up his own plate to take to the table finally turning to face the other, wearing nothing more than jean, an blanket wrapped nylon covered egg, and a slightly worried look on his face.

"I was hoping you wouldn't. I remembered the things you're cleared to eat, things I'm supposed to be eating and made something up with all that." he'd been doing good on his eating habits and had actually dropped some weight, looked more muscular now than anything and he wasn't about to go back to how he was before.

"Uhm...an egg...." there was a wry note as he sat down at the table though side ways thanks to said egg, and he ran a hand over the top of ti carefully, then tugged the blanket back over it. "I'm trying to keep it warm. It was the best idea I had."

He took a bite of his own food then, chewing it a moment, before he cleared his throat. "It's....it was....well when I came out...." he couldn't find the right words to explain the egg. "The thing is...about this egg...uh...."

Quinn couldn't help but wince just slightly at the question of who's egg it was. At the raised tone to Dream's voice he sighed and set down his fork, and moved around the table to kneel down and he reached for one of Dreams' hands.

"I'm not watching it for anyone else. It's my egg yes....and it's yours. Dream, I haven't been with anyone but you. I found the egg in the living room when I woke up this morning. I don't know how it got there. We're still locked up, still alarmed. It's like magic that it showed up here." his voice was soft as he spoke, looking up at Dream. This isn't going to break us apart is it? This egg? he rested his free hand protectively on the egg. His egg.

Their egg. This is our egg...I don't know how...but it's ours....

He didn't know how Dream would react to all this really, and a small part of him worried that Dream would change his mind on everything. On him, on them...and would walk away. He hoped that wouldn't be the case, and he'd do all he can to keep his man by his side...but he supposed if it came down to the man of his dreams...or this egg he'd chose to keep the egg safe and sound at this point, as hard as it would be to let go of the Ninetails.

Quinn's fingers had curled around Dream's much warmer hand, and was squeezing just a little. A soft pressure, that most didn't expect from such a large guy. He knew how to be careful. Now was definitely one of those moments. "I honestly don't know Dream but its very possible. I don't know what else it could be." it was a miracle is what it was.

He let go of that hand as Dream reached out, having been kneeling there while the other collected himself. It was a huge shock but he supposed he was more used to surprises given what he'd done for a living and nothing ever being iron clad and so was handling it a bit better.

Taking his own deep breath, Quinn carefully began to undo the straps he'd criss crossed all over himself with one hand, the other keeping the egg secure until they all fell away. Then he was holding the blanket wrapped egg in his arms, and undoing the layers there as well before fully exposing it. He knew Dream alone was warm enough for the egg. He'd wrap it back up once it was handed back.

"Here you go." he shifted a little and set the egg into those open and waiting hands, holding his breath some. He didn't expect Dream would do anything to hurt the egg on purpose, but accidents did happen especially after shocks like this.

Quinn was watching as Dream sat back and let his fingers run over the shell of the egg, could see the small changes in the others body language as he settled a little, and became more receptive to the idea of them having an egg together.

Those words though, they made the tension he had in his shoulders melt away and he relaxed almost completely a soft exhale of relief coming from him and he couldn't help the smile at his fiance. "I'm not going to lie, I was worried." he got to his feet then, but before he moved to get Dream's phone he bent over and pressed a kiss to his fiance's lips. "I love you so much Dream." his hand caressed the others cheek softly as he said that, his other hand dropping to the egg to caress it lightly and off he went to the bedroom, his breakfast forgotten on the table.

Talking to Ysolde about this would be interesting, though he figured she'd just assume he was being saddled with some babysitting for awhile. Not such a stretch of the truth either really.

As he dialed her number and waited for her to pick up he couldn't help the smile on his face. We have an egg. We're going to be dads...and get married and....wow...