Helluva Deal

147. Double The Load, Thrice The Size, Four Times The Trouble

The next few days pass similar to the one before.

At day, Blitz is surprisingly fit and agile and absolutely calm about the situation.

The family spends lots of time with Bombproof and the horse gets used to them quickly, letting Blitz and Stolas take care of his hoof without problems.

Stolas still has phases of mild panic attacks then and now, but recovers relatively quickly from them, thanks to the imp's soothing care. And he enjoys this and grows closer with Bombproof, just as Via and Astrea.

After lunch, it's then time to cuddle and rest and play some games or read to Astrea.

And at nighttime, Blitz' maternity fever returns.

Every. Night.

Neither Ozzie nor Moe know what to do about this and Blitz decides against any heavier medications. And he's incredible thankful that Stolas supports his decision.

So together, the couple navigates through these nights in similar ways like before – calf packings, a shower, glucose drips, snacks and sometimes sex.

Another week passes like this and Blitz' belly is thrice the size it has been before.

So today, Blitz got another appointment with both, Ozzie and Moe at their medbay.

But right now, he's still lying in bed in Stolas' arms.

On his back. Because on his side, it's already slightly uncomfortable for him, because...

"They are so agile already..." the imp squeezes his eyes shut and nuzzles his face sideways against the owl-demon's neck, taking a slightly stuttering breath in.

"Blitz?" Stolas carefully takes his husband's hand and runs his thumb over his knuckles, "Does it hurt?"

"No, it's... Yes? It's...different than when Astrea moved..." Blitz sighs and lightly runs a hand over his taught belly, hissing softly the next second, "They... They move...kick into...different directions as it feels... Shit!" he sits up and starts to shiver, "Sto. Bucket!"

The owl-demon sits up as well, quickly conjures a bin, holds it for the imp and puts a soothing, supportive hand on his partner's back.

Blitz throws up into it and then exhales slowly, nodding at his husband.

"Better again?" asks Stolas softly, removing the bin again.

"Yeah... Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you..."

"Blitz. Remember what we agreed upon," Stolas carefully moves to sit in front of his partner now and cups his cheek, while squeezing his hand, "Tell me. Are you in pain?"

Blitz looks down on their hands, then he gives a light nod, "Yes. The feeling is much tighter than it has been with Astrea. Eating or drinking too much is..." he lightly shakes his head, "But this is normal for multiples, Sto. It's going to be okay."

"I know... But still. You're even more tense, so you're worried about the examination, aren't you?"

"Not...about the examination itself..." the imp's tail nervously moves through the air behind his back.

"About the results?"

Another weak shaking of his head and then Blitz raises Stolas' hand to press his nose into it, closing his eyes, "I'm scared of what they will think the results mean. I'm scared that I have to argue with them about anything, concerning my health..."

Stolas furrows his brows and tilts his head, understanding, "You are not feeling up for a debate about that. Then I won't let any come up."

"Hm... You think this will work out? You know them..."