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Cradle Of Love	By : Amarin Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 2376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Matrimonial Bliss

“We need to start thinking of names,” Tim said one Tuesday morning over brunch. She was almost five months along, so she thought it was high time they got down to it. Robin was at the park with Bart and Darla, and they were both taking the day off from work, so they had time.
“Um…you have any in mind?” Kon asked, more than a bit nervous and trying to stall for time. In truth, since Tim had so much more experience with parenting, he’d been willing to defer to her on almost all counts.
He’d switch her morning tea to decaf without telling her. He didn’t want to get into an argument over it.
“Well, it occurred to me we could go with a theme…” Tim proposed.
“A theme? Like what?”
Tim shrugged. In truth, she wasn’t entirely sure she liked the idea of matching names for her kids. She’d always hated the idea of twins with rhyming names. “Like…all names that start with ‘R.’” That wouldn’t be too bad, she thought. Robert? Richard? I think that’s Bruce Wayne’s eldest son’s name… And I’m not letting any child of mine end up with the nickname ‘Dick.’
Kon grinned wickedly. “Or all names that are birds,” he suggested. “Hm…let’s see, we have Robin, and there’s Raven or Wren for a girl…or Lark. And Jay or Martin for a boy.” At her scandalized expression, he mused, “How about Jay for a boy and Lark for a girl?”
Timmie snorted, sensing that her hopes for a productive afternoon were about to be dashed. Kon seemed to want to play, rather than be serious. But maybe some ideas would come of it. Just because she’d known what she wanted to name Robin almost from the first moment she’d been able to really think coherently about her pregnancy, didn’t mean this pregnancy would be the same. After all, the circumstances were certainly different.
“How about…Jason for a boy and…and Skyler for a girl?” Tim replied, obviously plucking the names out of thin air. She vaguely recalled that Bruce’s other son’s name was Jason, but it wasn’t like she spent any real time with the Waynes.
Kon considered them, however. “Jason Drake Kent or Skyler Kent Drake…I like it,” he decided.
Tim smiled softly, cocking her head to the side as she gave the names some thought. “Hmm…I do, too. But if it’s a girl we’ll give her a different middle name.” She was pleased that Kon wanted to include both of their last names; in truth, she’d already decided to give them hers, so the new baby and Robin would match. ‘Kent’ would make a nice middle name for a boy, however. For a girl…perhaps ‘Constance.’ Or ‘Catherine’ in honor of her mother.
“So…we’ve decided on names?” Kon asked, blinking a bit. He’d been joking about birds. “That’s…all there is to it?”
“We’ll change our minds a hundred times between now and the birth, but I think those two will stick,” Tim said, mindful that she’d had experience with this part of parenting before and Kon hadn’t. It had been that way with Robin. If she’d been a boy, his name would have been Bernard Robin, Jr. A bit prosaic, true, but Tim had wanted a reminder of the love of her life.
I wonder if you can have two soulmates? Tim thought, realizing that what she felt for Kon was just as deep and abiding as the love she’d felt for Bernard.
Had felt. In the past tense. And it didn’t hurt as much as she thought it should have to realize that she’d…finally moved on. She’d gotten past the hurt, and now the memories…were all good ones.
“Hmm?” Tim asked, realizing that she’d been so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard Kon’s question.
“I was just asking what you thought we’ll have,” Kon repeated. “A boy or a girl?”
Tim shrugged. “Girls are slightly more common, but that doesn’t mean anything.”
“Mmm.”
“I was really surprised when Robin was born,” Tim reflected, a wistful smile on her face. “I’d…well, I’d actually kind of dreaded that she might look like Bernard, but when I first saw her…” She’d wanted a reminder of Bernard, something – someone, rather – to remember him by, but had worried that maybe it would be too much for her to see him in their child all the time.
Luckily, it hadn’t been. Robin was–
“She was perfect,” Kon finished knowingly.
Tim blushed. “Yeah.” She was aware that she sometimes spoke of Bernard with…well, reverence, and more than a bit of longing. She’d never be able to say that there wasn’t a part of her that would always love him, but…Bernard was dead. She wasn’t.
And now she had Kon.
Tim just hoped that Kon didn’t eventually get tired of – or worse, upset about – hearing her talk about Bernard. “What do you think our children will be like?” she asked, turning the question around on him, sensing that this had been on Kon’s mind for a while.
It was only after she spoke that she realized she’d used the plural in regards to their future offspring.
Kon pretended to ponder that question for a moment, when in reality, he already knew the answer. “Well, I think our kids’ll have dark hair, curly like yours, with big, beautiful blue eyes, smiles that can light up a room, and…freckles,” he decided with a nod of his head and a smile at Tim’s eye-roll. She didn’t understand Kon’s captivation with her freckles. Though she did agree that Robin’s dimples were adorable. “They’ll be strong, and tough when it counts, and very loving, with a very sarcastic sense of humor, and of course, they’ll be extremely smart.” He pulled her a bit more closely to him. “In other words, perfect. Just like you,” he finished, dropping a kiss on her nose.
“Perfect?” She raised smiling eyes to him. “You really think so?”
Kon knew she wasn’t just talking about their baby anymore. His eyes turned soft and serious as he shifted his chair closer to hers and murmured, “Yeah. I do. I love you, so much, Timmie.” He wrapped one arm around her, tugging her close until she was almost sitting in his lap.
Tim shifted the rest of the way, perched sideways on his legs. “I love you too, Kon,” she said against his neck, eyes falling closed with contentment. “This is…so amazing,” she said after a moment’s reflection, referring to everything that had happened to them in the short span of a year.
“Yeah, it is. And our kids will be amazing, too.”
Tim smirked up at him. “Oh?”
“They’ll be a product of our love,” Kon told her, “and that’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever known.” He then tucked her against him as he rose from his chair, carrying her down the hall to their bedroom, and proceeded to demonstrate that perfection to her.

***
Later, as they lay entwined in bed, Kon spooning behind her, he murmured, “Marry me, Timmie.”
Tim’s heart stuttered in her chest. “W-what?”
Carefully rolling her over to face him, Kon looked straight into her eyes. He was holding a thin platinum ring in his left hand, topped with a small pink diamond in the shape of a heart. “Marry me, Timothea Drake. You’d make me the happiest man on the face of this Earth if I could call you mine for the rest of my life.”
Even knowing that he had to have planned out that little speech in order for it to sound so romantic, Tim couldn’t help but feel her formerly skipping heart melt. Kon’s proposal was directly opposed to Bernard’s; he’d taken her up to his childhood treehouse (where they’d spent many an afternoon wiling away the hours over comic books and chocolate milk) thrust the ring out to her, blushed, and stuttered out his question.
It had been childishly sweet, and matched by her own gobsmacked stare and subsequent enthusiastic embrace as she accepted.
The memories were starting to hurt much less, only reminding her of the joy she’d felt on the occasion. Tim knew then that her heart had already started to heal. A wide grin broke over her face and she laughed. “I…yes, Kon. Yes,” she said, slipping her finger into the ring, and instantly felt her lips stolen in a bruising kiss, her breath just as stealthily made off with.
It was only when Kon finally pulled back that she had registered the relieved look in his eyes. He actually thought I’d say no? she thought, shocked. But then, hadn’t she worried the very same thing after Bernard’s death? That she’d never be able to move on and find another love?
That even if she did, she’d never be able to go through with it, for fear that a car accident would take someone else she loved from her?
Kon opened his mouth to say something, but Tim needed to speak her piece first. “I love you,” she whispered, and then wrapped her arms around him, kissing him with enthusiastic fervor.
“I love you, too, Tim,” Kon said in softly rumbling voice, once she finally released him.
Tim smiled as he place kisses all along her neck and shoulders. Practically giddy with excitement, she asked, “So when do you want to have the wedding?” She figured if she worked quickly they could manage to get things together in time for them to married before she was too pregnant to make it down the aisle. The less time she had to worry about history repeating itself, the better.
Tim was pretty sure Kon would want to adopt Robin, so she could give the baby her surname as a middle name and they’d still all match, being Kents, but that would also take some time. They could worry about that after they were married, however.
“I figured we could elope,” Kon told her, voice muffled by the mouthful of her skin he was nipping at.
Tim blinked at the ceiling, dazed. “What?” she asked, pulling away from him only to turn back and looked at him. “Elope?” She didn’t even notice that the sheet had slipped down and bared her breasts to his gaze, so surprised was she by his words.
Kon, however, couldn’t help but notice. He was seeing his fiancée – his fiancée – half-naked; how could he be anything but delighted with the sight?
It was a good thing that Tim was so out of sorts she didn’t notice the length of time it took for him to answer her question. Finally, Kon roused himself and tucked her close to him, under his arm, where her ‘attributes’ were at least out of sight, if now in touching range.
“I’ve already called Ma; she says she can set everything by this weekend,” Kon told her trying to remember the details as Tim blinked owlish blue eyes up at him. He took her left hand in his right, running his thumb across the thin golden band on her ring finger that marked her as his. “We fly down there on Saturday, get married on Sunday, and Robin stays with Ma and Pa while we honeymoon at this little bed and breakfast outside of town until Friday. Then we fly back to New York the next Saturday.”
“You have it all planned out, don’t you?” Tim asked, voice trembling just as much as the hand that wore his ring. If they got married in – she quickly counted – five days, then…well, all her panicking over the little things would keep her from panicking over the possibilities of things going wrong.
“I want to be married to you, Tim,” Kon said, clasping both of her hands in his, his own nervousness belied by the trembling in his voice. “And I don’t want to wait any longer than I have to to be able to call you my wife…and Robin my daughter.”
Tim knew that adoption papers would have to be signed for that last, but as her heart lodged in her throat at the look in Kon’s eyes, she knew that a piece of paper counted for naught when placed up against true love.
“Let’s do it,” she said, and smiled back at his grin, only to lose the smile – but not the happiness – when he claimed her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

***
So they did. Darla took Tim, the bride to be, and Robin, the flower girl, shopping for dresses the very next afternoon. Picking out the wedding dress was easy compared to everything else: Robin saw something she liked, Tim tried it on, and the third one she modeled was considered perfect by all of them. The same went for Robin’s flower girl dress, and the matching flowered headband. Tim almost didn’t have time to regret never having gotten to shop for a wedding dress for her first wedding, the one that had never taken place.
Third time’s the charm – mostly, Timmie found herself thinking as Darla dragged her into Victoria’s Secret. This wouldn’t technically be her second marriage, but it was her second engagement. If only Robin was with us… But her daughter was spending the afternoon with Bart, something Darla had arranged – specifically so she could take Tim shopping for her trousseau.
In the past hour, they’d already exhausted the (admittedly meager) lingerie departments of the three department stores in the mall, and now Darla was becoming determined. Determined to find her something to wear on her wedding night, if not for the entire honeymoon. “You didn’t have a bachelorette party; you need something to wear!” she’d proclaimed.
And here Tim had thought the whole purpose of a wedding night was not to wear anything. She didn’t like all the artifice of the satin and lace fripperies hanging around her, and it made her stomach churn to think about how ridiculous she’d look wearing them.
Kon might, though, and that was the whole point. She wasn’t going to wear a merry widow or a babydoll nightie for herself; it was for him. He wouldn’t think she looked ridiculous, even if she dressed up like a fuzzy yellow baby chick.
“These are cute,” Darla said, pawing through a rack of sparkly, glittery pink things.
“Hell no,” Tim said. She didn’t like the idea of being considered ‘cute’ much better. And she’d already decided on no pastels. Most of them looked positively preposterous on her. Especially with her growing gravidity.
Smirking at her with her eyes, Darla daringly held out a two-piece bikini type thing in hot pink mesh – with a few strategic sequins for good measure. “You sure?”
Tim’s glare both questioned her friend’s sanity, and suggested where she could shove the lingerie.
“Okay, okay…” Darla tugged Tim over to a winter wonderland of snow and silver patterned items, just in time for Christmas. “What about white? It’s traditional, after all.”
Tim snorted. “For the wedding dress, D, not…this.” She flicked a finger at a plastic hanger, turning a slip of gown to face her.
“Picky, picky…” Despite her protests, Tim ended up with a softly shimmering white peignoir set, a thigh-length chemise with thin straps under a delicate lace robe.
It was actually pretty nice. And it was Darla’s money…
“How about red?” Darla suggested, holding up a short cherry-colored negligee with marabou feather trim.
“It’s kind of…bright,” Tim said helplessly, peeking at the tag and seeing that that shade of red was apparently called Harlot Scarlet, and…not really wanting to wear something that went by that name.
Darla rolled her eyes, hung the red piece of nightwear back up, and cast about for something else. “This one?” It was a long gown, satin with thin straps in a dark purple color.
It was also practically see-through, and edged in way too much frilly lace.
Tim grimaced.
Darla sighed. She traded it for a different gown, more of a dark mauve than purple, and made out of some cotton-like fabric that was softer than silk and clung. It was knee-length, but with long sleeves and a high neck, obviously winter wear. “Hmm?”
Tim nodded tiredly. That would do for cold nights, she supposed, reminding herself again that Darla was paying for all this…
But that was just the beginning.

***
Finally, after another hour had gone by, and with it more items of lingerie than Tim had ever seen in her life, let alone worn, Tim thought that maybe she could get Darla to let them check out, despite not having found ‘the perfect piece of lingerie’ or whatever it was her friend was aiming for. In addition to the white peignoir set and the mauve gown, Tim also had a burgundy shift with a wide neck and short sleeves, that barely covered her ass, a floaty silver chiffon pajama set consisting of a loose tanktop and tight shorts, and a black lace merrywidow meant to be worn with thigh-high fishnet stockings – and a pair of patent leather high heels. Tim cringed whenever she saw the ensemble, reminded of brief flashes of dominatrix porn movies accidentally seen on cable.
That was definitely not her idea of perfect. And even if Kon might like it if she were ‘in charge’ she wasn’t entirely sure that she wouldn’t look ridiculous in that get-up. Especially when she was five months pregnant.
So when Darla wasn’t looking, she shoved it onto a nearby rack.
Darla replaced it with a black satin negligee.
Tim didn’t notice the switch; she had spied something off in a corner on a sale rack.
It was a satin teddy with a matching thong, in a shade the tag said was midnight blue. It had a bodice made of something that looked like velvet, and felt even softer. There was a frill around the bottom hem made of two layers of flimsy, semi-transparent silk. The straps were very thin, and the whole thing seemed barely more than a wisp of gossamer; it was so soft and fine that Tim felt like even if she wore it she’d still feel naked.
And yet, she thought it was perfect.
She was so mesmerized by the feel of the fabric that she didn’t even hear Darla come up behind her. “You do realize that’s going to cover less than anything else we’ve looked at?” she said, amused by Tim’s absorption with the garment.
Tim blushed. “I just…I like it.” It was the exact shade of blue as Kon’s eyes…when he got really really turned on, that was.
Damn, she had it bad. Good thing she was marrying him.

***
While the females were out shopping, Kon made arrangements for the both of them to be away from work for a week. He then asked Bart to be his best man, and once he’d extracted himself from the other’s octopus-like grip of congratulations, bought the five plane tickets he’d reserved and called his grandmother to finish setting things up. While Kon took his tuxedo to the drycleaners’, and purchased a new blue cummerbund, Tim made a long-distance call to her parents in Monaco and told them to get on the next plane to Kansas City, and why.
He swore he could hear her mother’s squeals of glee and her father’s roar of outrage all the way across town.
The reception was mixed when Kon called his own parents. His mother was thrilled, but a bit put out that he wasn’t having a society wedding.
“You had one, and look how that turned out,” Kon pointed out gently. All the trappings of her ‘station’ hadn’t been enough to keep Clark’s love for her alive; Kon felt sure that he and Tim would make it through, and he didn’t want a bunch of people he didn’t know sharing that special day with them.
“You have a point, son,” Lena Luthor replied ruefully. “I’m just so glad you’ve found someone.”
Kon smiled, sure that if Lucky and Lacey gave a damn about him as more than the hand that fed them, they’d see how goofy he looked. “Me too.”
“And she’s already pregnant?” At Kon’s assent, she said with cautious happiness, “I hope you’re ready for this, Conner. You’ll be getting an instant family; two kids, two cats…”
“Three cats, actually; I gave Robin one for her birthday,” Kon corrected.

He could practically hear his mother start at that. “And this was before you started dating?”
Kon blushed; his mom would have to remember that one time when he’s stated in fit of teenage pique that a pet was a ‘family’ gift – not something that you got for just a friend. “Yeah, I guess Timmie really liked me, even then.” Hell yes, she had, she just hadn’t been admitting it aloud.
“Timmie, hmm?” He could hear the grin in her voice. “Better known as Timothea Drake. And after all your talk about not wanting to get involved in big business…” She tsked.
Kon chuckled. “Yeah, well, my heart kinda had other ideas.” Like never letting Timmie go.
His grandfather sent his congratulations, and promised to fly down in his jet in time for the ceremony. Currently he was in Japan on business, but was more willing to cut the negotiations short.
Kon’s father, on the other hand… Clark and Lois were both working on yet another ‘corruption in public office’ story – in Washington, D.C. As if crooked politicians were actually news anymore.
“You know, you’re being very selfish, Conner,” Clark chided him. “Just…out of the blue, you decided to get married?” A pause while he tried to assimilate that, then, “Is she pregnant?”
Kon never would have thought that that was the only reason they should get married. He loved Tim, and she loved him; that was why they were getting married. And Tim would never have been bullied into a marriage she didn’t want or wasn’t ready for. Kon knew that the fact that he had waited to ask her was most of the reason she’d said yes; she’d had time to think the idea over and come to accept it as what she wanted, without outside interference. “Yes, but she had been for several months before we decided to get married,” Kon replied, deciding that the details were none of Clark’s business, but knowing that little piece of information would cheese Clark off severely.
Kon was right; Clark had to hand off the phone while he dealt with that.
Lois was better, but not by much. “I think it’s a bit…sudden,” she said, striving for diplomacy, and not really attaining it. “We didn’t even know you were dating anyone.”
“Probably because we don’t talk,” Kon said honestly, and she sighed, her silence on the subject an agreement, and handed the phone back to his father.
“Kon, we can’t just drop everything because you’ve decided to…to do the right thing and get hitched,” Clark said, clearly thinking that love came second to it being Kon’s duty to marry the mother of his child, no matter what had happened in his own brief disaster of a marriage to Kon’s mother. “You can’t really expect us to fly off at a moments’ notice to come to your wedding, can you?”
“No, I suppose not,” Kon said, feigning sadness, and burying his real hurt. “After all, you’re only my father.”
At that, Clark sobered. “Kon, we’ll try to make it, but you really should have taken things like this into consideration. Marriage is between a man and a woman, but the ceremony is for family.”
Right, like you and I are close family. Hell, we’re barely friends. A wicked grin came over Kon’s face. “Ma didn’t seem to have any problem with our plans,” he said, feigning nonchalance. “She’s the one who said we could have it on the farm.” He hung up on Clark’s splutters, feeling very satisfied with himself.
Even if neither of them showed up, Kon would be okay. He’d long ago given up on having an actual relationship with his father. He didn’t even call him Dad, he called him Clark.
He was determined to do better with his own children. Robin already called him Daddy, and so would the new little sproglet. Kon was already making plans for after the baby was born. When Robin found out that she wasn’t going to be allowed to go along with them on their honeymoon, she pouted until they promised her they’d take her to Disneyworld once the baby was born.
Kon just hoped that looking after two kids at a theme park wouldn’t be as daunting a task as he feared it would.
But that was still a few months away; right then, he had a wedding to plan. It was going to be a small, simple ceremony, held in the garden out back of Kent Farms. Neither of them had tons of close friends, so it would be mostly family, but Kon found himself glad that Pa still owned his shotgun. Jack Drake had seemed to like him okay when he was just Tim’s secretary/nanny, but Kon had a feeling that, in the other man’s estimation of him, he would fall far short of what he considered to be proper potential husband material.
Then again, Jack had no idea he was really Conner Kent, set to inherit all his mother’s worldly possessions, who would, in turn, inherit her father’s estate. But if fame and fortune mattered more to the older man than someone who loved Tim and Robin, well…
At least Tim wouldn’t be the only one with sucky in-laws.

***
November 10th
***
The day of the wedding dawned clear and calm, for which everyone was thankful. Having the ceremony in the town church would have been an option, but Tim was nominally Jewish, and Kon was all but agnostic. The weather was cool and crisp, the sun shining brightly dispelling the chill from the air until the short ceremony was over and everyone could retreat to the barn for the reception.
Standing there, underneath a rose-bedecked chupah – and Kon would really have to thank his grandmother for managing to find one in rural South Kansas – Rabbi Goodwin intoned the words of bonding in holy matrimony. Quite a bit of them were in Hebrew, but that wasn’t the only reason Kon had a hard time paying attention.
He couldn’t take his eyes off Timmie.
Tim looked like a fairy tale in the making, complete with happy ending. From the iridescent pearls she’d borrowed from her great-great-grandmother that hung at her neck and ears, to the pale blue ribbon tying together her bouquet of creamy white roses and gardenias, there was nothing about her that didn’t draw the eye. Kon hardly knew where to look.
Her dress was simple; simple and beautiful, making her look absolutely radiant. It was a shimmering white, off the shoulder gown, that fell in golden-tinged waves from beneath her breasts, masking her growing pregnancy. The neckline dipped to the small of her back, and was decorously low in front. A filmy, glittering veil was held up by a ribbon pinned to two roses above her ears, and fell softly over her dark curls to her knees.
In short, she was a picture perfect bride, and not just because Kon was in love with her.
That was when Kon knew that he wouldn’t be looking anywhere but her eyes for the rest of the ceremony. They shone with her love for him, and her happiness for their impending marriage.
Before Kon knew it, they were exchanging ‘I do’s’ and rings.
“With this ring, I thee wed,” Kon said, voice husky with emotion. He held his breath as he slid the delicately braided gold band onto the third finger of Timmie’s left hand to join her engagement ring.
He didn’t let the breath out until Tim did the same, her own voice trembling as she spoke the solemn words, but her hand never wavering as she slipped his own wedding band, thicker but of the same design, onto his finger.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” Rabbi Goodwin said with a sunny smile, followed by some more words in Hebrew. Then: “You may kiss the bride.”
Kon did so with alacrity, letting out a soft laugh as he leaned forward before his hands had quite managed to fumble Timmie’s veil out of the way.
If the smile on her blushing face was anything to go by, she didn’t care.
After they’d been kissing for at least a minute, Robin pushed her way between them. “Me next!” she demanded.
Her mother and new father were only too happy to oblige, smothering her with kisses.
Jack Drake seemed to vacillate between glaring at Kon, and smiling sappily at his obviously happy daughter.
Kon was also relieved that having a Jewish-flavored ceremony seemed to tip the scales in his favor, since Jonathan Kent’s blunderbuss was only half full of rock salt.
Clark and Lois made it to the wedding, but only in time to swipe a piece of cake from the reception afterwards. The sound of Ma Kent scolding the two of them was music to Kon’s ears.
Or it would have been, if he could have focused on anything except his new bride and step-daughter. Exactly a year to the day after they had first kissed, Kon had married Timmie Drake.
He was the happiest man on Earth.

***
Their honeymoon went by in a blur of passion, laughter, and love. They ended up heading back to Smallville well rested, but anxious to get back to their daughter.

Life was looking up. And all because of unexpected love.
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