#espionosseuse

“Love? I have a question.” The clerk circled the sofa where his fiancé sat watching TV. They had yet to have dinner, though Sam was over at the nanny’s for the evening. Sometimes the men just needed a night to themselves to go out and have dinner and spend some quality time. And Percy had a few ideas. He plopped down, carrying a plastic bag.

what is this little dickwad so excited about???

Set a few days ago between @espionosseuse, @klein-klaus and myself.

"I'm a little more nervous than I thought I would be. I mean, I've done this before, but then I guess it's natural to feel this way." He was holding Émile's hand as they went to Klaus's medbay for the sonogram. He gave the Spy's fingers a little squeeze as he knocked on the door, peering inside. "Dr. Hartmann? We're here for my sonogram appointment if you're ready for us."

"Yes, yes," Klaus replied, opening the door for the two. Today his labcoat looked freshly ironed and his blue tie was knotted perfectly (after many tries). It was hard to resist the urge to dress up for his only patient.

"Make yourself comfortable on the bed," Klaus instructed, his gaze falling to the Spy. "It's lovely to meet you again," he added in, his voice flat. Hopefully the Spy would be on better behaviour now that he was with his fiancé.

"It'll be fine," Émile hummed, squeezing his hand back. "I'm excited to meet the baby. Do you think it has ears yet? Or, well, ones strong enough to hear us?"

He quickly scanned and scrutinized the Medic, nodding slightly at the greeting. "The pleasure is mine," he answered dryly, following Percy to the bed. He was still suspicious, but... he trusted Percy's judgment. There are certainly worse doctors he could have chosen. At least this one was on his team, and not-German, and fairly sane, it seemed…

The clerk gave Émi's hand another little squeeze, a discreet plead to behave, before getting up on the bed. He was wearing a simple sweater and soft pants instead of his usual garb for the sake of ease, his baby bump rounding out the belly of the garment. He took a long calming breath, smiling at the doctor and his fiancé. "I'm ready whenever you two are. I'm guessing I should pull up my shirt?"

Klaus took a seat beside Percy's bed (and seemed to conveniently forget to offer a chair to the Spy). Snapping on a pair of gloves, he grinned. "Not unless you'd like to get gel all over your shirt." Klaus took the transducer and applied a thick layer of gel to it. "This might be a little cold. Sorry."

Émile idly wondered if the doctor couldn't warm the gel up somehow, but he didn't say anything about it. It was kinda like lube, wasn't it? High tech lube. He kept quiet so he wouldn't sound dumb, though. He didn't seem to mind not having a chair, though, leaning his hip against the bed. It was hard to care about that when he was waiting to see his baby.

"That's fine. Nothing I haven't felt before." Percy shifted so he was sure he could see the little sonogram screen when Klaus put the wand on his tummy. Once he was satisfied that he'd be able to, he rucked up his shirt, shifting his soft pants low on his hips so his entire belly was accessible. He'd gotten more noticeably bigger since his last examination and now that he was entering his second trimester, would be showing more and more as the weeks went by. "Alright, ready."

Klaus pressed the wand against Percy's stomach. The ultrasound screen went grainy, as if it were put on the wrong channel. As Klaus moved the wand this way and that, he was able to get a clear view of the womb. And of the baby. "There it is," Klaus said, pointing to the screen with his other hand. "There's your baby."

"That's--That's it, that's them?" Émile couldn't help but smile like a dork, leaning forward a bit to look at the picture. It was moving with Percy's breaths, and--with the baby's, maybe? He didn't know. But that was definitely a baby, and it was definitely alive. "He's so tiny... Is he supposed to be that tiny?"

"They're about the size of a lemon right now, so yes, I believe so, right?" He asked Klaus, though his eyes were pinned to the screen. The baby moved a tiny foot and he felt a little bubbling sensation within when it did. His breath caught. He'd seen it before but it still left him in awe. He groped around for Émile's hand, squeezing his fingers. His eyes felt a little wet. "So yes, that's our baby, love. And we want to know the sex, right?"

"It," Klaus corrected, unsure why the two insisted on calling the baby "them." "There's only one. And yes, the size looks normal and as far as I can tell, everything looks normal."

The Medic didn't wait for Emile's response and moved the wand, getting a better look at the baby. "Male. It's a boy."

Émile didn't even notice that he'd been passed over, so taken with the baby on the screen. "A boy," he repeated happily, pulling Percy's hand up to his lips. "Sam has a brother... I can't wait to meet him. Can he hear us yet? He's already so much more developed than I thought he'd be. It hasn't been that long, has it? I guess it has..." He shook his head, looking over at Percy. Guy was getting misty. Émile chuckled quietly and leaned over to kiss his face.

"Not for a few more weeks I think if I remember what I read, right? I think I remember being told it was 18 weeks that a baby can hear sound when I was pregnant with Sam..." A boy. They were having a boy. Émile was right, Sam was going to have a little brother and he was already healthy and growing well. The tears finally leaked from his eyes when the Spy kissed him, beaming. "We're having a son. And he's healthy and perfect." He sniffled, pushing up his glasses and wiping his face. He looked to Klaus. "Can we get printouts of his silhouette from the side for both of us?"

"That's right, around 18 weeks," Klaus confirmed. "Have you discussed a name already?"

As he waited for the answer, he hit a few buttons and soon enough some print-outs were slowly being developed.

Emile idly wondered why they even needed a doctor if Percy knew all the answers, but he didn't verbalize it. Despite his actions upon their first meeting, he did want to stay on the Doctor's good side, so questioning his usefulness didn't seem like a smart idea.

"No, we haven't," he answered with a hum, thumbs moving to brush the tears from Percy's face. "I'm not very good with names, so we can probably leave that to you." His own eyes were a little teary, but he blamed that on Percy crying. It was infectious.

"We'll decide together. I've been meaning to start a list. I don't care of you're good with them, I still want to hear what names you like." Percy mused, taking and kissing the Spy's fingers. "We can toss around a few name ideas when we got home. This is our baby, I want us both to decide on the naming."

Still a little misty eyed, he look back to Klaus, smiling. "So, is there anything else I need to do doctor or are we free to take our printouts and go?"

Klaus glanced back to the sonogram screen as the two had a moment. The Medic had spent his entire life focusing on work and never took the time to settle down and have a family. It was hard not to feel a bit jealous of the two.

"Not unless you have any questions," Klaus said, handing the pictures over to Percy, then grabbing a towel to wipe the gel from his stomach. "And as always, if you have concerns, don't hesitate to see me."

"If you say so," he agreed with a chuckle, glancing down at the printouts. He knew what to expect from it, but it was still a lot less exciting than seeing the baby move on the screen. He didn't move much, but something about him twitching just made it more... real. "Thank you, Docteur. Apologies for any... doubts I may have expressed. Doctors and I have not had a good history, so do pardon my hesitations." He pushed off the bed with a nod, keeping Percy's hand in his own.

Percy handed one of the printouts to Émi before pocketing the others, smiling warmly. "If you ever feel like showing off. I know carrying pictures makes you a little nervous though."

He kisses the Spy on the cheek once he'd gotten his clothes situated and gotten up as well, squeezing the Spy's fingers. He looked to Klaus. "Well thank you so much for your time. I suppose I'll see you for my next prenatal since I don't have any pressing questions now. If that's it.."

He looked to Émi as they started towards the door. "Lunch after this? I'm starving."

Klaus nodded, accepting the apology. Perhaps he was too quick to dislike the Spy.

"If you don't have any questions then you're free to go," he replied, snapping off his gloves, getting ready to put everything away.

“Émi! You’re home, just in time. I wanna show you something.” Percy was beaming. He was sitting on Sam’s play mat in the middle of the living room, Sam in his lap, the little girl reaching for a toy. Percy gently took it and held it out to the Spy as he walked in. 

Percy was pacing the floor of the apartment, Sam in her high chair watching him as she stuck mashed peas in her mouth with her fingers. Usually Percy would have dealt with the mess, but right now he seemed to be preoccupied, muttering to himself.

He looked stressed and nervous and a little panicky, waiting for Émile to come home. He’d left work early, there was something he’d needed to do, he could make up for it tomorrow. He slipped his hand into his pocket, hand around the little stick. He didn’t dare take it out. He wasn’t sure he could look at it again yet. 

What was he going to say? What were they going to do? This was too soon on the heels of the shitstorm they’d just gotten through. What if he scared Émile off? Then he’d be a single father and alone again with even more on his plate. But it wasn’t like he could hide it from the man. He couldn’t think.

Percy huffed, shoving the empty pizza box into the trash as best he could. He felt a little gross eating that much on his own, but he’d skipped lunch as was feeling a little down, so he’d ordered a pizza after he’d put Sam to bed. Brushing off his hands, he wet his lips. Surprisingly, he was still a little hungry, even though he was already a little bloated. 

Deciding not to fight it, he went over to the fridge to poke around until he noticed a few pastries Émile had made in a tupperware. Not his favorite thing, but he was hungry and they needed to go shopping.