"You don't really have a sense of proportion when you're drunk," she teases. She brushes a bit of greenery out of her hair and winks. "I had to drag you off the road and into the bushes before all your clothing came off on the way back."

OH NO THAT'S VERY EMBARRASSING BUT VERY HOT OH NO

oh no

...Lan Zhan really wishes she could remember fucking Wei Ying in a bush. She applies herself to removing leaves from Wei Ying's hair alongside all the jewelry. "Now you must drag me off the road and into the bushes when I am sober. I want to remember it."

Wei Ying interrupts the removal of things from hair by firmly grabbing Lan Zhan's face for kisses. 

"I can do that," she says after, a little breathlessly. 

-- yeah okay time for kisses.

Kiss kiss kiss. "I love you. You were so concerned about the fact that we didn't have any baby toys yet." 

"The baby should have many toys." Kiss kiss.

Kiss kiss. "We have months to buy toys in. It did not require almost wandering into enemy territory in order to do it right now."

Okay yeah well this hadn't been her plan. 

Lan Zhan would be content to cuddle and kiss her wife for all of eternity, but at a certain point they should probably get up and resume contributing to various war efforts.

Yeah they're going to have to get up and get dressed and go do war things and also reassure Xichen that Lan Zhan is fine now. 

When Wei Ying gets dressed, she puts the red stone comb in her hair. 

She blushes, feeling flustered but gratified. That comb really does look beautiful on her; Lan Zhan's embarrassing drunk self might in fact have good taste.

-- more likely, there isn't a single comb in the world she could have picked that wouldn't look good on Wei Ying, wouldn't be made more beautiful by proximity to her brightness. 

Maybe just a few more kisses before they leave the tent, once Lan Zhan has her own clothes and jewelry in place.

Wei Ying is always in favor of more kisses! She is quite unhelpful about actually leaving. 

They do eventually manage to leave, however. Lan Xichen is incredibly relieved to see his sister up and about and coherent and none the worse for wear, but makes a valiant effort not to fuss too overbearingly over her. 

That night, when all their responsibilities for the day have been discharged and they can take their time in bed together, Wei Ying skims her fingertips over her wife's belly and says, "I think you're starting to show."

She looks. It's hard to tell whether her sight is distorted by hope or expectation. "Are you sure?"

"Hm." She skims a fingertip down the line of Lan Zhan's belly. "Pretty sure."

Lan Zhan puts a hand over Wei Ying's and exhales softly.

She moves up to snuggle her wife, not removing her hand from her belly. 

"I can't wait to meet them," she confesses softly. 

Snuggle snuggle. "I believe I love them already."

"Me too." Snuggle. "Our baby, Lan Zhan."

Lan Zhan's heart feels full and warm. They should kiss about it.

They should definitely kiss about it. It's sort of difficult to tackle-kiss someone from a starting point of snuggling them lying down but Wei Ying is a creative and talented soul.