in the moondust | sven&lyla (canon)
Through the bustle of the warm, populated living room, Sven found himself laser-focused on only one thing. The very thing which had slowly consumed most parts of him over the last four years was now, at that moment, all he could bring himself to see, hear, and put his interest in. The form of Dexter D’Angelo, on the other side of the room, speaking animatedly with his hands, the boldest smile Sven had ever seen, entertaining people half his age that he’d met not an hour ago.
To Sven, even at the age of 58, Dex was the brightest star and he simply could not look away. He could only sit there on the sofa, far away, and imagine behind his eyes how it would feel to be by the side of such a striking energy. Sven had to dig the wedding band into his finger to tether his heart back to where it belonged. What kind of man was he, to be lost in the wonder of a man who was not his husband, at his granddaughter’s first birthday party, no less? The thoughts sank Sven’s stomach steadily, second by second.
And of all the surrounding people engaged in conversation, in drinks, in laughter, in enjoying friends and family, there was only one who noticed the faint furrow in Sven’s brows, the distance of his mind from his physical form.
“Feeling okay, dad?” A gentle hand came to rest over the back of Sven’s and when he looked over, his daughter-in-law was gazing at him with eyes as perceptive as her father’s.
It was still new for Sven to hear the title in her doting voice but ever since Lyla had married Nils, she grew closer to Sven than she had been her entire life. As though she embraced that marrying his son meant being a part of his family in a different way than she had been since she could walk, run, and jump. That their futures were tied together now and she would be steadfastly by Nils’s side when the roles one day reversed and the kids were the ones looking after their parents.
Sven returned to his reality with a soft sound and pressed a small smile to his lips, nodding. “Just fine, Lyla, thank you. Perhaps a little tired,” he answered, peppering the second sentiment in so she wouldn’t feel brushed off. He wasn’t lying, he could lie down.
Lyla’s smile grew more soothing somehow and she tilted her head to the side, as though she didn’t quite accept his reasoning. She shifted the baby in her arms closer towards Sven and cooed to her, “What do you think, Nov? Will you join your grandad for a nap later?”
Nova laughed happily at her mother’s tone of voice and then followed her gaze to Sven. The recognition in her eyes of her grandfather was accompanied by a blossoming smile and she reached a hand for his beard, a favorite way to inflict what she perceived as slapstick injury to him.
Sven noticed that Lyla was watching him, waiting to see if her actions helped to make him smile and he indulged because, well, of course, they did. The little girl between them was his whole heart and he certainly could forget the world for her for now.
Of course, the fates would grant Sven no such luck as their tender moment was interrupted by none other than Dex’s voice, calling over for his daughter, his toothy grin aimed right in their direction.
Lyla nodded to her father, indicating she was coming and adjusting Nova in her arms, she leaned in towards her father-in-law to speak to him quietly.
“Let me know if you need anything, even if it’s a distraction so you can stealth your way out for a break, okay?” she offered along with her knowing smile.
Nova cooed as her mother stood, drawing her away from her grandfather and Lyla rubbed her baby’s back. “I know, you miss daddy, he doesn’t make you go around saying hello to everyone like this,” Sven heard her speak lovingly before she kissed Nova’s dark hair.
His line of vision followed her to where she stopped briefly to check in with her husband and Sven couldn’t help but think to himself, this was it. This was all his mind and heart were at war for; the happiness of the family he worked so very long and hard to deserve.
As he stood himself, intending to move somewhere the view was a bit different, Sven exhaled deeply. It was worth it. It was worth it. It was worth it.
Right?
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