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‘The expression on her face instantly changed. Horror and anxiety were suddenly replaced by an expression of quiet, serious, and blissful attention. He could not understand the meaning of this change. She was feeling the stirring of new life inside her.’
– Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
“So… you two seem very close now,” says the old man, on the plane. “Anything else you’d like to tell me?”
There is an uncertain pause.
“It’s all right,” Joseph continues. “I understand. It’s not an ideal situation, but you’ve gone through a lot together, and you’re still figuring things out. I experienced something similar, once upon a time. So if you don’t want to say anything, that’s fine.”
“Well…” Kakyoin coughs slightly. “It’s just that my parents don’t know anything about DIO, and I’d like it to stay that way. So when I tell them about… this, I’ll say it’s Jotaro's. If that’s all right.”
“Hah! I like that!” Joseph rubs his hands together. “You could say you eloped into the sunset.”
He snorts. “Good grief, old man. You have an overactive imagination.”
“Ah, it reminds me of how I met your grandmother… of course, I was already engaged to two other men at the time…”
Kakyoin’s mouth drops open. “Pardon? Did I hear that right, Mister Joestar?”
Joseph waves a hand. “Ah, it won’t interest you young folks. Anyway, I must admit, I wasn’t expecting great-grandchildren so soon…”
Jotaro chokes – “Hold on, old man –”
“– or at all,” continues Joseph, ignoring him completely, “since you don’t have a uterus anymore.”
“Wait, what? You don’t have a – what? Why didn’t you say something?”
Jotaro pulls down his cap. “We were about to get murdered by a hundred-year-old vampire.”
“Yes, but still…how?”
He shrugs. “I got stabbed. By an evil possessed sword.”
“Oh, of course, that makes total sense…” Kakyoin shakes their head. “Well, anyway, it’s over now, so we don’t have to worry about that sort of thing so much.”
“It was a good trip, wasn’t it?” Joseph leans back in his seat a little with a sigh. “I’m glad we were there to see it through.”
“Yeah.”
Kakyoin nods and goes back to looking out of the window for a while. Their mouth twitches.
“Ah…”
Joseph looks up from his magazine. “What’s the matter? Not feeling well?”
Kakyoin shakes their head, a strange expression coming over their face. “No, I… I think I just felt it move. The baby. I – wow...”
“…whoah.”
“Holy shit!”
The flight soars on into the east. And Jotaro drums his fingers against the armrest happily, looking with hope into a brand-new day.