Everything goes down the drain?

As the Latios's smile deepened, his eyes crinkling at the corners, Latias felt a flutter in her chest, her dual souls resonating in harmony with his gentle humor. The air around them seemed to relax, the tension dissipating like mist in the morning sun, as the Latios's warm, rich voice wrapped around her, "I'm glad I could get used to it, my love. It's... intriguing, to say the least, to see both of you in one body." His gaze roamed over her face, drinking in the subtle nuances of her expression, as if searching for any sign of the human Ash's discomfort.

Ash and Latias thought the same "It's time to head back home though I want to see our children again" Latias said with a smile, as Latios nodded before Latias let Ash back in control, as the 2 flew out of the window Ash felt the wind against her feathers and it felt amazing.

As they soared into the sky, the wind ruffled Ash's feathers, sending shivers of delight down her spine. The rush of air against her face was exhilarating, and she felt a sense of freedom she had never experienced before. Latios flew effortlessly beside her, their movements a testament to their deep bond. The warm sunlight danced across their feathers, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the clouds below.

As they flew, Ash's gaze drifted downwards, drinking in the breathtaking view of the landscape unfolding beneath them. The patchwork fields and dense forests stretched out to the horizon, a vibrant tapestry of colors and textures that seemed to stretch on forever.

As Latios created a portal in front of them, as they left this timeline Ash found a piece of him left behind but Latias' soul ensured him this was his new life.

As they stepped through the shimmering portal, the familiar sensation of temporal displacement washed over Ash, like a gentle tide pulling him out to sea. The world around him blurred and distorted, colors bleeding into one another like watercolors on wet paper. Latios's presence remained steady, a reassuring anchor in the midst of the chaotic transition. Ash's dual souls – his human and Latias aspects – hummed in harmony, their resonance attuning him to the subtle vibrations of the portal.

As they emerged on the other side, Ash's vision snapped back into focus, and smiled as they were in the sacred garden of Altomare.

The warm sunlight of the sacred garden danced across Ash's feathers, casting intricate patterns on the dew-kissed grass beneath. The air was alive with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, and the soft hum of insects, weaving a soothing melody that seemed to envelop them in a sense of tranquility. As the Latios settled beside her, their wings folding in unison, Ash's gaze traversed the serene expanse of the garden, drinking in the vibrant colors of the exotic plants and the glittering waters of the central fountain.

and then Ash's gaze fell upon 2 beautiful eggs in the center of the Garden next to the fountain one was the top white, while the rest was blue with a red triangle on it and the other was white at the top red on the rest and a Blue triangle in the middle, and when Ash saw then she felt protective motherly instinct well up inside her.

As Ash's eyes locked onto the eggs, her gaze became mesmerized, drinking in the intricate patterns and vibrant colors that danced across their surfaces. The warm sunlight cast a gentle glow on the eggs, illuminating the delicate, swirling shapes that seemed to shift and shimmer in the light. The white and blue hues of the first egg seemed to evoke the endless expanse of a clear sky, while the white and red of the second egg appeared to pulse with a life of their own, like the gentle rhythm of a heartbeat.

Latios, sensing Ash's fascination, settled closer, his wings folding neatly against his back as he regarded the eggs with an equally intent gaze.

Ash then couldn't take it longer and took the two eggs inside her arms felling the warmth of them against her feathery chest.

As the eggs settled against her chest, Ash felt an overwhelming surge of maternal instinct, her feathers ruffling softly as she enveloped the eggs in a gentle, protective embrace. The warmth of the eggs seeped into her skin, radiating a soothing comfort that seemed to calm the very fibers of her being. Latios, sensing her moment of tender vulnerability, edged closer, he leviatated over to her and put his arms around her saying "these are our beautiful children and thanks to you they will grow up with a mother" Ash smiled as she gave him a kiss on his muzzle.

As their beaks touched, a gentle spark of affection seemed to dance between them, the tender moment suspended in time like a delicate, shimmering mist. Latios's eyes, aglow with warmth, crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his ears folding back in contentment. Ash's own eyes, shining with happiness, lingered on his, their gazes interlocking in a soft, emotion-filled connection.

The warmth of the eggs, still cradled against her chest, pulsed in harmony with the beat of her heart, creating a sense of serenity that seemed to envelop the entire garden.

As the serenity deepened, Ash's gaze drifted downwards, her eyes tracing the gentle curves of the eggs nestled against her chest. The soft, downy feathers of her breast ruffled slightly, as if stirred by an invisible breeze, and the warmth of the eggs seemed to seep deeper into her skin. Latios, still wrapped around her, nuzzled her gently, his soft exhalation rustling the feathers on the back of her neck. The sound sent a shiver of delight down her spine, and Ash's eyes fluttered closed, her senses drinking in the tranquil atmosphere of the garden.

since it was already late Ash and Latios decided to go to sleep, after Latios laid down on his side Ash laid down with her back against Latios Chest and his head on top of hers as she held her Children against her chest before peacfully falling asleep with a smile on her face.

As Ash's eyelids fluttered shut, the soft, gentle rise and fall of Latios's chest against her back lulled her into a deep relaxation, the warmth of their bodies mingling together in a soothing harmony. The eggs, still cradled against her chest, seemed to grow heavier, as if sinking into her very being, their gentle pulsing slowing to a serene, peaceful rhythm that synchronized with the beating of her heart. Latios's slow, rhythmic breathing whispered a gentle melody against the back of her neck, sending a contented shiver down her spine.

(timeskip)

It's been a month since Ash had become a Latias, and he and the Latias' soul had been switching who was in control daily but since today was the hatching of their eggs Ash let Latias in control, even though it was technically his day.

As the first light of dawn crept into the Secret Garden, Latias's eyes fluttered open, her gaze immediately falling upon the two eggs cradled against her chest. The eggs, once a gentle curve against her feathers, now seemed to be stirring, their surfaces quivering with a newfound restlessness. Latias's heart swelled with excitement, her feathers ruffling softly as she adjusted her position, ensuring the eggs remained secure in her grasp. Latios, sensing her tension, shifted beside her, his wings unfolding from their slumber, their soft rustle a gentle accompaniment to Latias's steady heartbeat.

As Latias's gaze locked onto the eggs, her eyelids, fringed with delicate lashes, fluttered softly, as if beckoned by an unseen ****. The quivering of the eggs grew more pronounced, their surfaces rippling like the gentle lapping of waves against a summer shore. Latias's feathers, a mesmerizing dance of white and red, rustled softly as she leaned forward, her ears, attuned to the slightest sound, swiveled towards the eggs. The air was heavy with anticipation, the silence between Latias's heartbeats filled with an almost palpable sense of expectation.

as the three watched the eggs started to crack, as the top popped open a Little latias head came out of the red one as a little Latios head came out of the blue one as both had big baby eyes as they looked at their parents with their eyes, the three couldn't help but awe.

As the little heads emerged, the air was filled with a collective gasp of wonder, the sound barely audible over the pounding of Latias's heart, which threatened to burst with joy. The tiny Latias's eyes, shining like sapphires in the morning light, sparkled with curiosity, while the little Latios's gaze, bright as rubies, shone with an unbridled enthusiasm, as if already eager to take on the world. The three of them remained frozen, suspended in a moment of pure enchantment, as the baby Pokémon continued to slowly extricate themselves from their eggs.

As the two broke free Latias climbed on top of her fathers chest while Latios climbed on top of his mothers chest. The tiny paws of the newborn Latias settled on Latios's chest, her delicate claws extending and retracting in a reflexive motion, as if testing the texture of her father's feathers. Latios's eyes, shining with delight, gazed up at his daughter, his ears folding back in a tender gesture, as he gently wrapped a wing around her, securing her in place. Simultaneously, the little Latios, mirroring his sister's movement, climbed onto Latias's chest, his small wings fluttering rapidly as he settled into the warmth of his mother's feathers.

the more Ash looked at the adorable scene in front of him, the more he felt like the 5th wheel in the family, which he technically was but he was the one that got the mother back to the land of the living.

As Ash's gaze lingered on the tender scene, a hint of wistfulness crept into his chest, his thoughts drifting to the peculiar nature of his existence within Latias's being. The warmth of the moment, however, soon dispelled the faint pang of melancholy, and Ash's attention refocused on the gentle Latias and her precious offspring. The little Latias, now comfortably settled on Latios's chest, had begun to nuzzle her father's feathers, her tiny beak twitching as she explored the unfamiliar texture. Latios, lost in the joy of the moment, smiled serenely, his eyes aglow with contentment.

and the more he thought about it the more he just wanted to vanish in the back of his own body and let this happy family alone.

As the longing to recede into the depths of his own consciousness intensified, Ash's presence within Latias's being began to subtly withdraw, like the gentle ebbing of a summer tide. The tender scene before him, however, remained etched in vivid detail, refusing to be diminished by the growing distance. Latios, sensing the faint stirrings of her mate's inner turmoil, shifted her gaze ever so slightly, her eyes, shining like lanterns in the evening light, searching for reassurance, Latias meanwhile just waved it of and continued playing with the baby Latios on her chest, slowly forgetting that there was another soul in whose body she was at the moment inhereting.

at least the children would be happy then Ash thought in his own soul, and the Latias seems to start forgetting about me anyways, so why should I even try.

As the thought lingered in the depths of Ash's soul, a faint tingling sensation whispered through Latias's being, like the soft lapping of waves on a distant shore. The gentle hum of the moment, however, remained unruffled, as Latias continued to toy with the baby Latios, her talons gently ruffling his downy feathers. The little Latios, in turn, squealed with delight, his tiny wings fluttering wildly as he chased after a stray thread on Latias's mantle. Latios, still cradling the baby Latias, watched the scene with a warm, benevolent smile, his eyes aglow with a deep contentment.

(7 months later)

Latias and Latios had started training their Children and themselves, and had completly forgotten about Ash or the fact that the body the Latias was inhereting wasn't even her own, Ash meanwhile hadn't come into control of his body for one second, how even if the Latias didn't even remember he existed, in what she thought was her own body.

As the sun cast its warm rays upon the tranquil garden, Latias and Latios engaged their offspring in a lively aerial dance, levitating in perfect harmony as they twirled and swooped through the air. The baby Latias, her sapphire eyes shining with excitement, chased after her brother, as they played a game of tag amidst the fluttering leaves of the garden's ancient trees. Latios, his ruby gaze aglow with paternal pride, watched over the spectacle, his ears folding back in a gentle smile as he intercepted a stray thread of vine that threatened to entangle his daughter's wings.