“I’ve seen healthier looking corpses. You should head to bed.” Jumping in his seat as he was startled from the silence, Paul looked back to the doorway of the office, his chew stick having fallen from his mouth. Watching his heavier than normal husband stand up straighter from where he was leaning against the doorframe he scoots back his desk chair so he could pick up his dropped pen.

“I was just finishing up with grading the papers. I'll be done in a little bit just go to bed love. You and the baby need sleep.” Watching the frown spread across Patryck’s face, he watched stunned as his papers and the pen were neatly stacked up and put away.

“I will not let you run on coffee fumes for the third week in a row. You will sleep until you need to get up for work. I'll take some of your paperwork with me to do while I have time. Now you are coming to bed with me and you are doing to sleep. We're already going to be sleep deprived when our little girl comes, don't need you passing out at work.” Standing from his chair, he wrapped his arms around Pat’s waist. Rubbing gently where their child was resting within their mother, he kissed his partner on the cheek.

“We don't know for sure that it's a little girl yet. But if you want to believe the tales so much I'll leave you to it.”

“There's a high chance that the baby will be a little girl. Yeah old wives tales aren't accurate to a tee but how I've been carrying matches with us having a daughter.” As the duo spoke they made their way to their room and got ready for bed.

“Especially the moodiness factor.”

“Excuse me? What was that?” Shit. You just had to awaken the beast didn't you? Quickly crawling under the covers with his husband and clicking off the lamp he kissed the other's soft lips.

“I said I love you. Sleep well.” He knew that he was one lucky man and the both of them were falling asleep or he would have been chewed out for his comment. Holding his pregnant lover around the waist he drifted off to sleep for the first restful slumber in weeks.

~~~~~

“Missthus Vork can I have a bandaid?” Looking up at the little girl from his husband's paperwork, Patryck gave no mind to how he was addressed.

“Cassie what do you need the bandaid for? You know I don't give bandaids without reason.” Moving his chair back so the five year old could show him the cut, he found a little hand moved into his face. There was a cut down the bottom left side of her right palm maybe half an inch long. Going through one of the drawers in his desk before pulling out his first aid kit. Making sure to clean the cut he placed a bandaid on the small hand.

“Now how did you get that cut? Lead me to where you were playing.” Shakily standing from his seat he smoothed out his dress before taking the little girl’s hand. The students were playing inside because of the storm, the trees being whipped around by the wind and the rain making many puddles into a small ocean within the parking lot and grass areas. Being led to the kitchenette, he watched Cassie open the mini structure’s cabinet where he saw a screw tip. That makes more sense. Telling the children in the area to play something else for a bit, he moved over to his desk to grab a roll of tape and rip off a piece. The teacher he worked with liked to call his desk Mary Poppins’ desk, he had many things hidden in the drawers and most probably wouldn't have fit. Putting the tape over the exposed screw he made mental note to tell the building service about the splintered wood. Hearing the cracking of thunder from outside the noise was joined by screams from at least three students. The substitute teacher wasn't much help, he had excused himself to the teacher's lounge a bit ago. Feeling his womb jostling from under the cloth of his dress, he could tell that his unborn didn't like the noise. Calling to the eighteen five year olds under his care that recess was over he watched as they walked over to the carpet after grabbing their matts.

He hoped that nap time would keep the kindergartners calm. They were further from the windows at the moment so if anything happens they'd be safe. Turning on a lantern that he kept in the classroom for naptime, the battery powered light replaced the classroom lights. Sitting behind his desk, he pulled out his own blanket and used the light from the lantern to continue grading papers he took from his husband. Hearing a walkie talkie from the teacher's desk buzz to life he stood from the desk, checking his students before grabbing the device.

“Everyone needs to keep the students calm. No students in the halls. It looks like a tree took out the power lines and it is pitch black within the school.” Glancing into the hallway through the window in the door he saw pitch black just as he heard over the walkie. Turning the device down to not wake the sleeping children on the floor, he realized how bad it truly was outside. Despite any better judgement he pulled two of the large and heavy tables over to the rug and set them on their long sides. It wasn't much but if the windows broke the students would be safer. Feeling a tightening pressure in his pelvis he rubbed under his middle before hearing the door open slowly.

“It's dark here too. Hey uh what's going on? The power went out while I was in the bathroom.” The substitute was back, just great.

“A tree took out the power lines. The students are napping and I was doing busy work for my husband to distract myself. I suggest finding something to do in the meantime.” Moving back over to his desk with the walkie in his hand he felt his hips begin to ache. The substitute teacher moved closer.

“I accidentally grabbed your phone when I left to the bathroom. Somebody named Paul kept texting you.” Being handed his phone back, he saw that there were indeed many messages from his husband. Pulling the blanket up over his belly, he answered the probably frantic texts. His husband's class had been moved to another classroom due to the gateway to technology classroom having too many windows. He was apparently grading whatever he had in his bag while the students were just talking. The emergency lights worked there still it seemed. Feeling what he believed was a kick from his child, he rubbed the spot where he felt it.

“Calm down. We'll be able to go home soon as the storm passes. Your daddy is worried about us.” Chuckling softly he rubbed where his infant rested within him, the small babe seemingly making a fuss. It was a few more moments, half an hour at most, before he knew something was wrong. Having just quelled his husband's fear of his safety, he wasn't expecting pain to shoot through his body and light each nerve on fire.

“What's going on in there? Please tell me that it's just kicking…..please tell me that that was my bladder……” Feeling his crotch become soaked he closed his eyes for a second before breathing. This was definitely not needed at the moment. Hearing the screaming of the wind outside the window he managed to stand from the seat. The students had woken up by now and he didn't want to scar them for life. Feeling the weight on his hips as he waddled over to the linen closet he found a few towels. There had always been a running joke that he could deliver a baby with all the first aid supplies that he kept in his desk. He just hoped they were all right.

“Missthus Vork what's happening?” Feeling small hands pulling at his dress he turned to the child trying to mask his pain.

“Cassie the storm took the power out. Don't worry I'll keep all of you safe. Now can you help me for a moment?” Watching the little girl nod he handed her some of the extra blankets and pillows to take back to the group. It was hard to keep stoic and hide his pain, he had a baby who wanted out of him for god's sake!

On the next contraction he pushed lightly, trying to keep from drawing attention. Removing his boxers and leaving them behind his desk he grabbed the blanket from his seat and the first aid supplies and sat in the corner created by the tables and his students who he was attempting to comfort. Kneeling down on the floor, he felt the head slip into his birth canal. Thankful that the rest of his soon to be newborn daughter was still in his womb, he began to hum quietly in hopes that his class would keep calm, a few students joining with the tune.

The crash from a tree branch going through the window had him jumping where he was, moving to cover the children around him that weren't lying down behind the tables shelter. The heavy tables managed to keep the shards of glass from hitting everyone else, a small shard nicking his cheek. He could feel the blood run down his cheek but that was a secondary thought to his offspring dropping fully into his birth canal, the head and shoulders moving to begin the journey out.

“Are you alright? You have a cut on your cheek.” The younger male questioned quietly. Shaking his head slowly he rubbed his very deflated middle.

“I'm in labor. My little baby could crown any moment and it'll be shortly after that I become a mum.” Taking a deep breath he let his thighs spread a little to allow more room for his child. The substitute looked at him wide eyed before looking around at the children who were all asleep finally. Telling the other to just keep an eye on the children he stood from his kneeling position and moved away, leaning against the wall next to the window. Pushing hard be could feel the head crown, his vocal cords trying to force a scream in pain from his throat.

“So impatient baby, had to come out now, hm?” Feeling as if he would tear around the head he ran his fingers over the skin leaving his body with each contraction. It took about ten minutes according to the analog clock on the wall for the head to come out, his body pushing to remove his child. It took nearly no time for the rest of the infant to slip out and into his arms. Pulling the newborn to his chest he wrapped his newborn son in his blanket.

It took another few hours for the storm to allow students and faculty to leave the building. Being the last to leave, he watched his husband run toward him.

“Oh my god are you both okay?!” Being pulled into a tight hug he smiled.

“Our son and I are perfectly safe to sound other than the cut on my cheek.”

“Son? I thought you were sure they were a girl.” Sighing in exhaustion he felt the blonde baby boy with silver eyes in his arms squirm around.

“We have a son who I named Tord.” Hearing a soft cheer from his partner he smiled as they left the building to get to safety.

He guessed his kids enjoyed receiving an early education.

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1973 words

I'm dead exhausted because I finished at 12:33 am so I'll post when. I wake up. Small bit inspired by an rp from wattpad.

Ughh gn

Books Never End, New Chapters Start

“Delilah Lynn Larsin-Harrison stop messing with your brother!” Tord lifted his one screaming toddler to scold his other. Any parent who said terrible twos was only a little difficult never had triplets. Bouncing his youngest son gently, he took his daughter’s hand.

“Stay right here until I tell you you can come out. I've told you time and time again to not hit your little brother. Shh Teddy, mummy has you.” Placing his daughter in time out, he walked away still trying to calm down his crying son. This was the same tune he always played, day in and day out. Sometimes he wished that he had gotten a job of some sort like his boyfriends, but then he would be reminded that he was still technically a dead man, and a war criminal. Then there was the issue he had with leaving the kids with strangers. Yeah on their days off his boyfriends would help with the kids but those days were slowly becoming obsolete. All three were getting busier and busier with their work which left him home alone with the kids more than he wanted to be. Speaking of kids….where was Elijah?

“Elijah? Where did you go? I swear if you got stuck in the drier again im putting child safety locks on the doors again. Even if Matt can’t open doors that I use those locks on to save his life.” Chuckling lightly he made his way to the laundry room, only to find the drier empty and the washer done. Putting Jonas down on top of the drier he moved the soaked clothes into the drier and after checking the lint trap started the machine.

“Come on kiddo let's go find your brother. Do you know where he is?” Having had picked Jonas back up off the drier, he left the laundry room and closed the door behind himself. Smiling as the little boy in his arms curled up close to his chest, his eyes half lidded. Creeping forward silently so he could hear for any movement, he heard near silent footsteps and an almost mute laugh. Placing his finger to his lips, Tord tried to motion to his youngest to stay quiet. Stopping outside of Edd's old bedroom which was now his office, he wondered what the boy was doing. Silently opening the door he froze stock stiff at what was in front of him. Pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation, he pulled his phone out and took a picture of the scene before him before tapping his foot onto the hard wooden floor. Dear god it's going to be a pain to get all that paint off the floor.

“Elijah Michael Larsin-Gold what do you think you're doing with your papa’s paints?” Watching the tiny brunette jump in shock at hearing his mother's voice, he sighed softly as his son jumped up covered in paint. Even more of a mess to clean up.

“Mummy! Sowwy. I wandet to be like Papa…” The light brown eyes looked close to be brimming with tears, the toddler scared that he upset his mum with what he did. Tord let Jonas down onto the floor before kneeling down  in front of Elijah.

“Shhh I'm not mad at you sweetheart. I just wish you had asked me permission. Let's get you cleaned up and I'll get you set up at the table. Jonas do you want to paint with your brother at the table?” Watching his heterochromatic eyed son nod his head he smiled. Wiping the tears from Elijah's eyes, he picked up both of his sons and carried them to the kitchen table. Placing both boys into their highchairs he made sure to strap both in before thinking to himself for a second.

“Delilah come here baby girl.” Hearing the patterning of small feet against the tiles, he watched the long ginger locks of his daughter come into the room with her body. Feeling as her little arms wrapped around his thigh, freckled cheeks rubbing against his hip. “Lilalynn do you want to do art with your brothers? I need to clean up Papa Edd's office before he gets home from work.” Watching as the small girl nodded, he helped her into her highchair between her brothers before giving each some paper to draw or paint on and some paint, crayons and marker. They were getting baths tonight anyway. Setting up the baby monitor to keep an eye on the trio while he was washing paint off the wood floor of Edd’s office.

Grabbing a bucket of warm soapy water and a few washcloths Tord set to work on the acrylic paint that now covered a portion of the floor. Scrubbing at the red green and blue colors against the dark brown of the floor, he felt a headache form. The headache was joined moments later by nausea, the soap’s citrus scent clashing with the smell of the paint in a way that made him want to leave the house. Holding his breath to the point where he almost passed out onto the portion of floor that was covered in paint and soap, he took a breath before paling and running from the room and into the bathroom across the hall. After cleaning himself up from the fiasco he never wanted to relive after the time he was carrying the triplets, he headed back into the office and finished up with cleaning up the mess, drying the area with a towel. Putting the cleaning supplies away, his mind blanked on anything but how tired he was. Laying down on the couch cushions that were spotted with barely noticeable stains, he fell asleep.

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Feeling his shoulder being grabbed and shaken had his eyes opening, the dim lighting in the living room hurting his retinas. Watching as Edd nudged his shoulder again, he attempted to clear his mind before sitting up, a wave of nausea hitting him along with vertigo. He had gone pale in an instant, his lips sealing so there wouldn't be another mess to clean up. Wait mess…

“Oh my god I forgot the triplets!” Shooting up from the couch he stumbled and nearly fell, being caught by Tom who was still in his work clothes. Matt entered the room and held his finger over his lips.

“Babe calm down. We took care of them. They're all in bed, they've been fed and bathed. Are you feeling alright?” Tom placed the back of his hand against Tord's forehead, feeling normal temperature under where his fingers rested against his temple.

“I was feeling a little sick earlier but it was probably something to do with what I was using to clean. Just a heads up Edd, Eli got into your paints and I cleaned up red, blue, and green from the floor.” Getting released from Tom’s grasp he tried to get his balance back, his stomach flipping and forcing him to run into the kitchen and vomit into the sink. Feeling two different hands against his back, he tried to keep from seeing his previous meals perform a second show.

“Well tomorrow is Saturday so Edd and I have the day off. You go to the doctor so we can make sure you're alright. Okay love? Now let's get you cleaned up and into bed.” Feeling his arm being pulled over another shoulder, he was helped to the bedroom and into bed after his clothes were changed. Laying down on the soft mattress, he felt his vision go blurry and soon go black as his breathing rate evened out.

~~~~~

“What seems to be the problem Tord? You were here only a few weeks ago for your yearly.” Dr. Mari smiled as she sat on her chair, the brunette spinning once before calming down.

“I've been feeling ill since yesterday. I've been feeling nauseous and I forgot about the triplets before passing out on the couch. I've been having bouts of vertigo as well.” The young woman flinched halfway through the last comment though it was barely noticed.

“Well if you'll allow me to do some testing we can get to the end of this. Now I'll ask a few questions. First question, when was the last time you made use of a method of contraception?” Thinking deep after nodding he tried to think of when he was last alone with his boyfriends while the kids were asleep. Going slightly wide eyed, he blushed deeply.

“I don't remember when I last used anything like that. You've probably already figured out what was wrong.” Seeing the brunette smile softly, he watched as she pulled out something akin to a normal pregnancy test from the cabinet in the room. The only difference that he could see was an antenna and a small screen that was not attached.

“This may look like a pregnancy test but I assure you that it is not. It is used just like one, yes, but it reads for hormones and any abnormalities instead of just a few hormones that are connected to pregnancy.” Nodding in surprise at how far technology has developed, he left the room to use the stick before throwing it out. It took only an eight minute conversation to occupy the time before the screen blew up with information. Dr. Mari smiled softly.

~~~~~

It took a few days for the news to sink in. Those were days with avoiding questions and taking care of the triplets. Finally almost a week later Tord entered the house carrying groceries and let them drop on the counter in front of his boyfriends. Pulling out a box and sliding it in front of the three he started to put boxes and cans in their spots.

“Tord? Why did you push a box of rolls in front of us?” He hummed softly as he placed the frozen chicken nuggets into the freezer.

“What else do you call rolls?”

“Buns?” Smirking lightly he pushed the box back from the trio before jumping up onto the island counter.

“Where do you cook buns?” Receiving three skeptical looks he placed both hands into his lap.

“The oven.” There was a silence for a few moments, the triplets were apparently down for their nap at the moment.

“Oh my god. Tord are you serious?”

“The factory still works. There is one and only one bun in this oven. And this little bun has been here for about a month and a half now.” Being pulled down off the counter and into a few deep kisses, he smiled as he caught his breath.

Seems like their story never ended, just a new chapter wanting to be started.

The End

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1780 words

Was that an opening for a second book?! Yes it was

It will take a while for the next book to start, I need to finish up with the oneshots i hace to do.

Tord ends book one at 6 weeks pregnant with his fourth child. You are very welcome.

Thank you all for the support from the past year!

~Mari

I recommend you listen to Airplaines by B.O.B. while reading. You can thank me later.

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"You better not pull another 'Cloudberg' incident. I don't want to get chewed out because you're a shitty navigator." Patryck lifted his water bottle to his lips after speaking, his hazel eyes narrowed towards his lover Who sat next to him holding binoculars. Why binoculars when the radar system was right in front of the man he would never know. Rubbing his back a little the brunette felt kicks. How they had managed to procreate without the proper organs he would never know.

"Oh come on Pat it was an honest mistake. Besides you weren't the only one who got chewed out for it." Sighing softly he adjusted how he was seated in the pilots' seat as the radio static started. He was lucky that he hadn't grown much during his pregnancy, it would've caused more issues than everyone needed. Such as the one time they had to deal with a traitor. He had been taken as a hostage and had others known about the life within him the situation would have been more difficult. Patryck is quite grateful that he stayed a consistent size overall. It would've been hard to explain why he was gaining so much around his front, especially when he spends most of his time either on the shooting range or on missions. It was a bit worrying though, he weighed less than he probably should for being almost due, his small bump covered with the looser sweater that belonged to Paul. Buckling into the seat, he checked the controls before hearing footsteps behind him.

"You both know where we're headed, make sure you make it this time." Hearing their leader leave to the back of the plane, he made sure the other was buckled up before setting for the sky.

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They were in the sky for barely ten minutes before Patryck felt the discomfort and pain running through his body. Stiffening slightly, he let his left hand rub up under the sweater material and over the small bump from which he felt the pains emit from. He knew what was happening and didn't want to be found out. Steeling his resolve, he bit his tongue as another contraction ran up his spine. He dared not to glance to his right and see if the other took any notice, the cockpit growing silent.

"Pat? Are you alright? You usually have at least something to complain about." The words had him jolting in surprise.

“Here's something. Keep your eyes on the sky so we don't piss off Red Leader again.” Huffing in annoyance he felt a few small kicks before he adjusted a few of the controls. Hearing footsteps come from behind him, he glanced over his shoulder.

“Wow so pent up babe. How about we take some of that stress away? I'm sure that red leader doesn't know the difference between you flying and the autopilot.” Feeling hands on his shoulders, he shrugged them off.

“You broke the autopilot three months ago while fixing the landing gear.” He deadpanned, turning back to face the controls. “Anyways I'd rather not be caught fucking around in the cockpit. I just have nothing to complain about this time so go back to looking through your binoculars.” It went silent after that, Pat working through each contraction. And it would've been smooth sailing if his boyfriend wasn't a complete idiot.

“Pat I think I missed something.” He glanced over briefly only to look out the window and see all the storm clouds. They were surrounded by dark clouds. Growing worried by the second he stood from his seat to see if there was any way out of the storm. Falling within an instant he felt the entire plane shake and fall a few hundred feet before he grabbed the wheel. The force of his collapse has his water breaking, a stifled hiss in pain the only thing that leaves his lips. Keeping his hands on the wheel as another lightning strike hits the plane he tries to maneuver away from the storm.

“Paul open the control panel and try fixing the autopilot-” Before he could finish his statement the power went out. Now you may think that it's not such a bad thing, but this is a plane. A giant metal bird that weighs tons and will drop from the sky in an instant. Now panic. Through his labor pains, Pat manages to climb back into his seat and pulls the wheel to one side in an attempt to redirect the metal machine and land in the water opposed to the land where there was an absolute chance they'd die. There were heavy footfalls coming towards the cockpit.

“What the hell happened?! If you two did something stupid that could kill us I'm putting you both to the firing squad.” Red leader used his robotic arm to keep himself upright.

“A storm developed around us and took out the power. I am trying to have us land in the water. I would recommend that we all buckle down.” Keeping his explanation short and gritting his teeth against the pain, he tried to focus on getting over the water before worrying over anything else, including buckling himself in.

“Patryck you selfless bastard buckle in. I'm not  going to lose one soldier due to stupidity.” Hearing his leader yell he had half a mind to ignore what was an obvious order. Sighing, he let the steering go and tried to make quick work of his belts, before grabbing the control to steady them. Realizing too late that his belts were too tight, he felt his abdomen being pulled in, his forthcoming child being forced lower each second the belt over his womb held him down. Holding back a strangled gasp, he felt the infant move down into his birth canal fully, the head maybe an inch or two from crowning. In the final moments before the plane hit the water, he hoped that everything would be alright. The force of the impact had his head being thrown back, blacking out nanoseconds afterwards.

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His brain felt like mush, only barely registering that there were fingers placed against an artery in his neck to check his pulse. He could feel numbed pressure from the hips down, his crotch feeling the brunt of it all. Feeling hands working to release him from the seat, he could hear rushed but garbled yelling.

“Pat. Patryck please open your eyes.” He couldn't  follow the directions, his actions muted from the after effects of whatever. Why did his head hurt again? Where was he?

“I found a neck brace with the medical equipment. Do you have him unbuckled? Is he even alive?” Paul glanced up from his partner, looking to where his leader had entered the room with the supplies. Sweeping his hair out of his face, he nodded.

“He's unbuckled and I found a pulse. He hasn't opened his eyes though.” He felt two sets of hands on him before he felt something being placed around his neck. His body was carefully removed from the seat, the fabric soaked. Finally getting some form of consciousness back, he slowly opened his eyes, the room spinning above him. The rush of memory had him groaning as his eyelids snapped shut. Trying to move, he felt hands on his shoulders keeping him on the floor of the plane.

“Thank god you're alive. Don't try to get up, you probably have mental trauma from the crash. Your giraffe neck gave you whiplash and you were out for maybe an hour or two.” Humming softly he felt his hips ache, his brain finally letting some memories hit the surface. Feeling his heart pound, he tried to sit up again, mumbling incoherently to himself.

“Oh my god please tell me they're okay. Why can't I feel anything from them.” Being held down he tried escaping the grip on him.

“Pat what's wrong? Who are you talking about? Shhh we're alright.” He continued to thrash in his partner's arms, his mind trying to figure out if something happened. Was his baby alright? Oh dear god they weren't hurt were they? There was silence above him for only a second before his leader spoke.

“What ‘baby’?” His eyes flew open, pupils dilated and retracting at random intervals. He said that out loud didn't he? Feeling his soaked pants being unbuttoned and the borrowed sweater lifted he could hear a soft gasp before feeling both his pants and boxers removed.

“So that's why the floor was wet. I was worried that there was a hole and the plane was sinking. I swear if you weren't injured to hell and back I would be questioning why you kept this hidden. But anyways the head is crowning.” Finally getting some of his feeling back in his hip and pelvis area he pushed, trying to keep ahold of his vocal cords and not scream in pain.

Patryck could feel everything that was happening towards his lower half, biting his tongue as the head stretched him. Feeling the arms holding him down let up a little he took a few sharp breaths before pushing hard, his face going red from both force and lack of oxygen. Falling back as the head left his body, he was panting heavily, trying to get his breath back before he had to push again.

“You're doing great. The head is out. Paul take your sweater off. I don't think you want your kid to go into shock when I catch them.” Tord spoke softly but confidently, glancing up at his soldiers briefly. Paul nodded before shedding his sweater, handing it to his leader. Pat let out a soft cry in pain, the first shoulder slipping out with a gush of fluids. The praises turned into a low hum of background noise as he pushed, his ears instantly focusing on trying to hear his newborn. A soft cry hit the air, the noise becoming a relief to all three.

But the pain never stopped. Pat continued to push as his firstborn was laid on his chest. He felt as the smaller went through his body. Glancing down to where his leader was sitting, he saw the single silver eye widen. It only took another few rounds of his muscles working hard before his body relaxed, consciousness becoming something difficult to keep hold of. Trying to keep his eyes open to see what was happening, he saw the face of his leader go pale.

“I… oh my god.”

“What happened?” Hearing Paul speak up, he felt his heart speed up. What happened? Wrapping his arm around his firstborn he waited for whatever was going to come.

“Well Congrats on the one and eleven twelfths of a newborn. I think I'm going to be sick.” Watching as their leader took his hoodie off, he wrapped a second body up, placing it into Paul’s arms before walking off paler than before.  Watching as Paul slowly unwrapped the moving bundle, they both understood what was meant. Watching the incomplete newborn squirm around they couldn't help but smile. Yeah the little girl had a lower quality of life for herself due to her defect, but missing half a leg at least let her have a chance to live.

It was a few hours before help arrived, not that there was an issue with waiting. Well other than the inevitable hospital trip for Pat and his twins. It was during this hospital visit that some news was given and a plan to become more rural was made. It was only a few months later that within a decent size house at the end of Durdum lane while most would be sleeping a cry of new life emerged from the night silence.

But that's all for another story for another time.

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1968 words

Nothing much to say except I was doing. A Shit ton of research for the brain issue on Pat's end. Also Pat had a Boy and a girl [Girl has 1.5 legs]

Hinted that Tord has a kid a few months later. No I was not connecting this to Alcohol is an issue, Life is full of surprises, and I don't want to be alone, those three took  place in the apartment building.

I doubt there will be a sequel to this one. But the trio move into the other end of the neighborhood where the gang lives so they'd probably run into each other at some point.

{Lesson One: Don't be pregnant}

Babysitting wasn't in his job description. Not like he could say anything about it now, but he'd rather keep that out in the air.

"Pa Pul! Wook at me!" The nearly two year old light brunette almost shrieked, his light brown eyes shining behind long bangs. Why his other parent didn't let his hair get cut was beyond him. Glancing over to his step-son, he saw the toddler waddling over to him holding a toy plane that was almost as big as his head. He gave a small smile, hand moving over his drum-tight middle. He could feel the squirming of his baby push up against each wall trying to find a way into the conversation.

"Yeah buddy. You have a plane." He didn't know what the kid wanted as a response. Watching Aksel Hop in place, the two year old began running around the room. Laughing softly, Paul leaned back in his seat waiting for Aksel to tire himself out.

This continued for a few more hours, the two taking a snack break after a while. Hearing footsteps coming closer, Paul glanced back to the doorway. Feeling arms close up around him, the other laughed softly.

"How are you doing? Is Aksel being good?" Laughing softly, he watched the little boy playing with a box of blocks.

"He's not screaming his head off so that's good I guess. I'm doing fine, the baby fell asleep a while ago so they're not causing any trouble." Huffing a little in annoyance, Paul glanced back at Tord. "When will I be able to actually do something? Not saying that I don't love the kid to death, I'm just bored."

"This is just until the baby comes elskede. You'll be back out there once you feel up to it. Now I've got to get back to work. I'll see you both later." Feeling lips pressed to his temple Paul sighed softly. It was only a little while later when Aksel came back over, the toddler rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"What's wrong kiddo? Sleepy?" Chuckling softly he rubbed the toddler's head before seeing a small nod.

"I sweepy Pa Pul." With a little difficulty, he stood from his seat, took the little boy's hand and led him to his bed. Watching Aksel climb into his bed, Paul felt a small smile form on his face. Pulling the covers over the sleepy toddler, he turned the light out and shut the door behind himself. Leaning back against the door, he rubbed his middle softly feeling the baby squirm.

"Calm down in there it's rest time. Your older brother is sleeping." Walking across the room to the couch, he grabbed a few pillows as well as a large blanket before falling asleep on the couch.

{Lesson Two: Don't leave your charge unattended. }

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The sound of stomping footsteps towards him helped to wake up his senses, the yelling toddler that threw himself at him was the force that almost had him jump in startled shock. The baby low in his gut was moving a lot. He groaned, his two children refusing to let him rest any longer.

"Hold on a second I need to get up." Paul huffed for a moment before sitting up and moving to stand from the couch. His back ached from sleeping on the couch, the action usually being done by Tord as of late.

"Pa Pul! Wadch!" Glancing up just in time he dashed forward and caught Aksel before he fell and got hurt. Landing on his knees roughly with the two-year-old in his arms, he flinched as he felt a pain shoot through his spine. Hoping it's not what he thinks it is, Paul let Aksel stand on his own two feet before getting off the floor.

"Kiddo you need to be more careful. If I didn't catch you, you would've gotten hurt and your mor would fuss at me again." Groaning softly as he felt the feet and hands of his little one press out on the walls protecting them, he rubbed the side of his heavy middle. He barely noticed how the light Brown eyes stared at him. Hearing a small gasp and clapping, Paul glanced down to see Aksel hug his leg before running into his bedroom. Shrugging it off thinking his son was going to take a nap again, he made his way to the bathroom. Taking one step into the room he felt fluids start running down his legs and hurried to stand in the shower so there would be less of a mess that he would need to clean up. Feeling a few more strong kicks as he waddled to the bedroom and changed his clothes, he sighed before shaking his head. He wouldn't bother Tord about this, the Norse leader was probably very busy anyway.

{Lesson Three: If something happens that could risk the safety of yourself or the child notify another person as soon as possible.

Lesson Four: Children are unpredictable.}

Making his way back into the playroom, he was stunned by what happened. The floor was cleared of toys, the cushions from the couch were on the floor and looked like they were positioned into the shape of a chair. There were smaller pillows and a few blankets that were keeping the structure from falling. Glancing over to the doorway of Aksel's room, he watched the toddler march into the room with more blankets in his arms. There was a blanket over his head as he walked closer to what he was building. Feeling another contraction run through him, he sighed softly rubbing his back. Watching Aksel jump in shock at seeing him, the two year old grinned brightly dropping the pillow he was holding and hopping over to Paul before grabbing his step-father's hand and pulling him over to the small structure.

“Swit! It a fwurt!” Taking a moment to try to understand what the little boy said, he gave a small smile and was going to decline if he hadn't seen the look of determination in Aksel's eyes. Letting the boy help him into the ‘fort’, he watched as Aksel continued to fix it up before crawling in and climbing into his lap.

“What's all this for Aksel? You actually cleaned up all your toys without being told to.” Chuckling softly as Aksel shifted back and forth looking at the inside of his fort to make sure that it wouldn't fall on them, he reached forward to rub the little boy’s hair. He was trying to distract himself from the pains from the contractions that ran through him.

“I wov oo Pa Pul! And I wov yu widdle broher!” Watching as the small brunette crawled closer, he felt two small hands being placed on his middle before watching as Aksel bent down and kissed where his little sibling was, a few kicks meeting the spot.

“We love you too Aksel. And what makes you think that you're getting a little brother?” Smiling softly, he watched as Aksel grinned, the little boy cuddling up to Paul’s belly.

“Mummy said that I was getting a widdle brother.”

“Of course he would. We don't know for a fact that you're going to have a baby brother kiddo. But we'll find out soon.” Placing his hands over the ones on his bump, he smiled at his step-son. The contractions continued for a while longer, Aksel grabbing a few books and his building blocks to bring into the fort to play with. Paul would try to keep still as each pain grew closer together, trying to hide it from the toddler that there was something wrong. Feeling something shift, he noticed too late that the head was coming through him, his body going into autopilot. Watching as Aksel crawled over with a book, he fixed how he was sitting to let the boy sit on his leg.

“Pa Pul can yu wead me a story?” Being held the book he was surprised the toddler didn't hand him something like the communist manifesto. Opening the pages he glanced at the words before looking back to Aksel.

“Why don't you read it out loud to your little sibling? I'm sure they'll like to hear you read to them.” Watching Aksel perk up, the boy nodded and took the book back opening it to the first page. Helping with a few of the words now and then, he felt the head fall into a full crown. Oh great, just what he needs. His son is sitting on his leg as his little sibling was coming out. Not wanting to scare the boy, he waited until the story was finished, the head would be noticeable behind his sweatpants very soon.

“Pa Pul! Let's go see mummy! His meebing ova!” Sighing softly he nodded and smiled. It would probably be much better to bother his lover while giving birth wouldn't it? Barely managing to get out of the fort, he felt the head slip free and push at his thighs. Walking slowly while holding Aksel's hand, the Dutchman kept his muscles tight, refusing to let the shoulders come until he knew that Aksel was away from him and there was no other persons in the area. Making it to his leader's office, they were both stopped by the guard.

“Name, Rank, and state your business.” Ah rookie, of course. Huffing under his breath in annoyance, he stood up straighter.

“Paul Vork, second in command. This is Aksel Larsin-Vork, Red Leader's son. We are both here to see Red Leader.” The soldier saluted before knocking on the door and entering. Muffled voices could be heard coming through the door. It was only a few minutes before the door opened once more and they were let inside, the guard going back to his post.

“How are my strong soldiers doing today? Have you been listening to what your papa says min lille soldat?” Tord lifted his son into his arms, bouncing the little boy lightly before kissing his forehead. Aksel nodded before pointing at Paul with a small frown.

“Pa Pul hurt mummy.” Tord glanced over to him before putting his son back on the floor.

{Lesson Five: Children are very perceptive}

“Hey why don't you go find uncle Pat. I think he's in the cafeteria. I'll take care of papa’s boo-boo okay?” Aksel nodded before running out of the room. Tord looked over as he stood up.

“Why didn't you tell me that you're in labor? I would've gotten Aksel out of the room sooner.”

“I didn't want to interrupt you while you were in a meeting. Also I'm not in labor. I have the head in between my legs.” He felt his pants and boxers being pulled down showing the head where he said it was. Watching his leader pull off his coat and hoodie, he watched as Tord wrapped the red fabric around the head. Feeling a hand rubbing his hip, he let his muscles relax. With gravity helping it was only a few pushes to get the shoulders out, the hips and legs coming out soon after. There was a soft cry following a bit of coughing, the newborn being wrapped up in the red hoodie.

“It's a little girl. A beautiful baby girl. Let's get you both cleaned up.” Being handed the swaddled and crying baby girl, he felt his boxers and sweatpants being pulled up and an arm around his waist. Next thing he realized was that he was in the bathroom being wiped down and dressed in his night pants after the placenta was removed, his daughters cord was cut and she was clean in her diaper and onesie. She was bawling her eyes out from the chill in the tiled room. Holding her close, Paul felt her snuggle closer for warmth, her sobs turning into soft whimpers.

“Shhh. Mariëtte calm down. You're safe.” Settling in the bed, he let his daughter lay on his chest, her little body instinctively looking for food. The second she started eating he heard a  voice to his side.

“I'll go find Aksel so he can meet his little sister. I'm so proud of you min elskede.” Feeling a kiss to his temple, Paul watched as Tord left the room. It wasn't long till the door opened again and three persons entered.

“Aksel meet your little sister, Mariëtte.” The small horned boy stared at the little bundle, the girl’s silver eyes looking up at him.

“I'm glad she didn't inherit those bricks you call eyebrows, Paul.” Tord cackled loudly from where he was standing, Patryck chuckling softly as they both noticed the put out look on the new mother’s face.

“Shut up, Pat.”

“Mummy? Papa?” Tord and Paul both looked at their son wondering what the two year old could ask.

“Yeah Aksel? Something wrong?”

“Where do babehs come fwom?” All they could hear was Patryck laughing.

{Lesson Six: Children ask questions. There is no suggested way to deter them from wanting to know. I wish you all the luck.}

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2184 words

This has been in the works for months. It is also connected to the one-shot Army 'Men'

Children are very cute. [Especially Aksel]

The very end was me just screwing around tbh.

Also Just so you know this was labeled as "Paul 1 [TordPaul because fuck you]" in my writing app

As a babysitter those lessons are bullshit but a little helpful.

And Aksel has the engineer knowledge of his mom [but he's better at keeping his structures from falling apart]

Translation:

Mor - Mom [Norse]

Min lille soldat - My little soldier [Norse]

Mariëtte is a Dutch diminutive of Maria. [had the thought of her being called puppet when she's older and beating the Shit outta the person]

"Matt! Where are you? I swear if your ginger ass left this house I'm going to maim you." Tord stomped through the house, both hands spread across the top of his bump where soft kicks patted against his hands. Watching two heads pop out from the top of the stairwell leading to the ginger's room in the attic, the brunette sighed before trudging up the stairwell.

"'Ello love how are you feeling?" Matt was found sitting on the bed next to another, the ginger stood to let him sit on the bed in his spot. The other person on the bed smiled, their freckled cheeks practically glowing. It disgusted him.

"I'm feeling grumpy and moody, your kid is a pain in my ass. And why is Tau here? Doesn't he have his own room to be in? Or better yet someone to tell he's going to be a dad? He's going to find out either way." If one were to say that Tord was in a bad mood they would only be half right. Tord wasn't what you would call a normal person, then again neither was Tau. You see both were originally one person, Tord to be exact. But in a failed experiment, the Norse scientist managed to split himself among two personalities. 'Tau' the sweeter and kinder half could be extremely protective of his friends and relatives, and if given the choice would rather protect an insect than kill it. 'Tord' on the other hand was in plain speech, a prick. He was constantly grumpy or pissed off by one thing or another, and if he couldn't get away from whatever it was that was bugging him he would more likely pull out a firearm (once literally). Tau smiled softly, the oversized cranberry colored sweater that was hanging off his left shoulder would've swallowed his petite frame whole had it not been for the round mound of flesh connected to him. Only as they sat side by side on the bed belonging to neither would one be able to notice that the kinder was larger, his middle sticking out only a few inches more than his other half.

“I needed help with getting dressed and have been up here since early this morning. And I find it difficult to maneuver around my room with everything in there, it's getting harder and harder to get around the house while avoiding the other two as much as it pains me to. I've expressed it at least once if not twice within the last week why I haven't told him… we weren't in our right minds and he would probably doubt everything.” Tau’s emotions changed within each new topic he glossed over, from indifferent and excited to strained patience and reaching sentimentality as he finished speaking. Adjusting how his sleeves were and attempting to pull the collar back over his shoulder, his other hand resting along the bottom of his bump. Matt looked between the two with a smile on his face before moving to the other side of the bed and kneeling behind Tord, both of his hands moving up the back of his communist boyfriend's shirt and rubbing along his spine. The usually grumpy male sighed softly before leaning back against Matt's chest. There were a few soft yawns over the time, the trio re-adjusting across the bed after a while. It was only a matter of hours before they were pulled into slumber, Tord sitting in Matt’s lap while Tau rested his head against the ginger’s shoulder.

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It was roughly two in the morning before Tau woke up, deciding to move to his own room to spare Matt getting fussed at. Slowly and carefully, he stood from the bed and waddled to the stairway, grabbing both handrails as he stepped with caution. Wincing at a creak from the last step he gave a small sigh of relief as he saw the lights in the hallway and under the doors were off. Moving down the hall towards his room he barely noticed that he passed the door and was standing in the kitchen until he had nearly finished making himself a late night snack, neither did he notice that the lights in the living room were on. Cleaning up his prep mess, he stood by the counter as he ate his sandwich, his attention going to the stars and moon in the night sky that he could see through the kitchen window. He didn't hear the footsteps coming into the room nor the sound of another person swallowing fluids. He did feel another body pressed against his as he finished his sandwich, trying to look back and get away from the other at the same time. Glancing at the counter as he heard the empty bottle of Smirnoff being set down Tau felt lips on his neck and kicks to his ribs. Stiffening slightly, he felt hands run over his sides and hips before he tried to push the drunk away. Tau’s emotions were clouding his judgement, his mind trying to get away from the other while his body wouldn't listen. Biting his lip hard to keep from making a noise he felt teeth against his collar, his sweater had slipped from his shoulder. Feeling something prod his back, he used his other hand to attempt to push the other away.

“T-Tom-please. I'm not feeling up to this right now.” Turning to face Tom he grabbed the drunk Brit's hands in his own and gave a tired smile. He hated that he was lying but he was too scared to attempt to explain his heavy middle to the other. Well Tau wasn't really lying, just stretching the truth. His hormones made it so he really wanted this badly, but he didn't feel up to explaining everything. He feared that if he told the other that Tom would hate him so much more than he already does and that he would lose a close friend. Feeling a hand cup his cheek he was pulled into a light kiss, the taste of alcohol lingers on his lips only a moment after it ends. Giving a barely there smile knowing that if he doesn't lead Tom to his own room the other would probably pass out on either the floor or the couch. Taking the drunk’s hand in his, Tau led the eyeless male to his room, helping the other into bed and tucking him in carefully. Sighing softly he put a single dosage of pain relievers onto Tom’s bedside table and filled a cup with water for him before waddling from the room. Feeling shifting from his womb, he smiled softly as he made his way to his own room, laying down in his bed and letting his thoughts wander before falling asleep. ~~~~~

It was nearly twelve hours before a pained scream rang throughout the house, everyone glancing to the stairs leading to the attic where sobs in pain could be heard. The ginger ran up the stairs nearly seconds later before Edd and Tom heard the trap door close with a thud.

What the ginger was faced with was something he was hoping wouldn't happen for days to come. Quickly running over to his boyfriend's side, he helped the nearly hyperventilating male sit up at Tau’s direction.

“Tord you need to calm down and breathe. Relax while your body gets ready to continue. You don't want to pass out and force us to surgically remove the baby do you?” Tau’s words had Tord stuck still, his body freezing for a few moments before he took his first even breaths since his contractions started. Matt was running around the room as he followed Tau’s directions, the ginger going in circles at times. Tord’s fingers were clutching at the sheets, his groans in pain tilting up in pitch at the end. Tau checked his… impractical twin’s entrance before going wide eyed. Fluids gushed out around his fingers as Tord’s breathing picked up once again. Feeling his own infant kick in his womb, he directed Matt to comfort his laboring boyfriend.

“Matt try to keep him calm. Tord I want you to start on the next contraction okay? The baby says they're ready.” Tau spoke softly as he rubbed his middle with one hand briefly before pulling his sleeves over his hands so he could catch the soon to be newborn. Glancing up for a second he saw Tord’s face take on a dark shade of red as he pushed, it was plainly obvious that Matt may need his arm wrapped up once this is over. Moving back to his job, he smiled softly as he saw the tip of the smooth head coming through. Directing the other to lighten up a little, the job of getting the head out was taken over by Tord’s body’s natural actions. Catching the head in his hands carefully, Tau looked up at the duo with a smile on his face.

“Would you like to touch the head?” Receiving a nod, Tau helped guide two hands to the small head, both parents gasping in awe at feeling their child for the first time. Assisting with getting the rest of the child out, the kinder of the two personalities wrapped a squalling infant into a lavender blanket, her light hair being washed by a washcloth as she opened her bright blue eyes and cooed at her parents. Tau smiled at the scene as he cleaned up, rubbing at his heavy middle as he silently moved down the stairs, missing the bottom step on purpose before hiding in his room.

~~~~~

“Her name is Emma. Our beautiful baby girl.” The next day both Tord and Matt came down the stairs, the little lavender bundle wiggling in her mum's arms and clutching his light red shirt. Tord looked softer than he's ever looked since the failed experiment, his eyes nearly glowing and never leaving his daughter’s fragile form. Edd smiled before walking into the kitchen and leaving a note before the small group left the house.

Tau heard the front door shut, moving to stand from where he was sitting on his bed. Keeping silent as his stomach tightened up, he waited a few minutes before stepping out of his room. He was wearing a longer sweater, the sleeves falling past his fingers, and a pair of loose boxers. The sweater was almost like a dress in length, reaching just under where his boxers ended. Collecting things he knew he would need, he set everything down in the bathroom.

“Now to wait and try drawing my child out. It should be soon enough.” Smiling as he rubbed his front, he slowly started to the kitchen to get a drink of water to calm his nerves. He was very excited to become a mum. Taking a sip from his glass, Tau nearly choked hearing the voice from behind him.

“Where did everyone else go? Uh… hey Tau you doing okay.” This was not happening. There was no way in heck that Tom was standing behind him in daylight hours while he was heavily pregnant and in labor. Feeling a contraction start from near his tailbone and moving up his back, Tau put his glass on the kitchen counter and gripped the edge for a few moments, his knees buckling under him.

“I'm doing quite fine, just a little under the weather is all. I was just going to the bathroom to bathe in hopes that I'd feel a little better.” He could feel his knees shaking under his weight, his heart had sped up as soon as the other had made himself known. Tau thought he was home alone! But not only was he not, but he was home alone with Tom, the man he had been avoiding for months now after finding out that he was pregnant and made up his mind to explain after the fact.

“Tau I don't believe you. You're barely standing! Here let me help you sit down.” Feeling hands under his arms from the other Tau paled within an instant, a sharp white fire like pain shooting through him, his elbow flying back and managing to hit Tom in the jaw, the other falling onto the floor in shock and confusion. Tau was glad that his sweater was loose, the fabric hiding his contracting bump almost perfectly as he rushed from the room and into the bathroom, his glass being knocked onto the floor and shattering in his rush. Locking the bathroom door behind him, Tau felt the wood against his back as he slid down to the floor. His chest hurt, the fact that he just attacked his friend and the father of his child settling deep in his heart. It hurt so much, the emotional pain digging deeper and harder than the pain of his contractions or the pain from when he and Tord split to form two in the first place. Feeling banging on the door against his back Tau covered his face with his sweater covered hands, his emotional turmoil breaking through and creating violent sobs.

“Tau! Tau please. What's wrong? Please calm down and speak to me. I shouldn't have touched you after you told me not to touch you. I deserved being hit in the face. Just please tell me what's wrong… I haven't seen or spoken with you in months. I'm… sorry for whatever I did to make you hate me Tau…” There was a thump higher up on the door from where Tom was probably leaning back against it. Tau’s silver eyes widened as Tom spoke through the door, tears falling faster than they were before. There was a few mumbled words that were heard through the door. The petite communist managed to turn around and move to his knees in record time, placing both hands palm out on the door, the left moving closer to the door knob.

“T-Tom I'm sorry. I don't hate you, I never have. I-I was scared that you would hate me if I told you t-that…..” Breaking down once again it was hard to tell what emotion was causing the crying this time. His speech cut off as he groaned in pain, the contractions starting to come back into his feeling range.

“Tell me what Tau? I promise that I won't hate you. If it's something that I can help with or fix I'll stay with you until everything is alright. Just please let me in.” Tau smiled softly to himself before letting his left hand unlock the door and turn the knob. Staying on his knees, he scooted back to let the door open fully, Tom watching him closely through each flinch he gave. Quickly crawling forward, Tom almost hit Tau’s knee before moving back a little bit.

“Tau… am I allowed to…?” Trailing off as he watched the freckled light brunette in front of him nod slowly, Tom wrapped his arms around Tau’s torso before bringing the shorter closer to him. Tau’s eyes looked glossed over before he grabbed Tom's hand and places it over the fabric hiding his usually thin form. Hitting a spot with no give at all Tom’s sockets widened a little. He wouldn't have noticed at all due to the larger sweater that was drowning his form.

“Are you…?” He saw a small nod before the body in his arms flinched harshly.

“T-Tommy I'm pregnant and the baby is coming. I-I was so scared to tell you.” Fresh tears spilled down Tau’s face, his silver eyes looking up into void like sockets. A soft gasp pierced the room as Tau nearly curled up on himself.

“W-what do you want to do? What do you want me to do? Shhh calm down and let's get your sweater off you so it doesn't get in the way or messed up.” Tom pulled at the hem of the light red-violet dress length sweater and removed it from the body in his lap. Watching a heavily freckled arm gesture to the tub Tom nodded. Standing from the floor, Tom set Tau onto the toilet seat before removing his hoodie and turning on the water in the tub and making sure it was warm and not too hot. Turning away from the tub he moved to close the door in case everyone came home and lock it as well. Whipping around quickly at a half-scream and the sound of fluids hitting the floor he saw Tau gripping his belly tightly, his boxers soaked and a puddle had formed under him.

“T-Tommy the baby wants out now! It h-hurts so much-!” Feeling his soaked boxers being pulled off his body, Tau felt himself being helped into the warm water and the pain of his contractions ebbing away a little. Sighing softly he adjusted how he was positioned in the water before moving to lean back and wait. Feeling a hand stop him from laying back fully, Tau looked over to Tom with a questioning expression.

“W-why don't I get you something softer to lean back against so you're more comfortable. Then while you relax you can tell me how you've been.” Nodding silently he watched Tom pull out a towel from the cabinet and fold it up before placing it behind his back. Sighing softly he reached his hand out to hold Tom’s, squeezing softly before opening his mouth. Tau started from the beginning, explaining how he found out and why he chose to keep it all a secret. His story ended about an hour and a half later with him explaining the situation from a few nights previous before hissing in pain, his hand squeezing Tom's.

“Is the baby moving down? Shh I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere love.” Feeling his hand being squeezed Back lightly, he nodded closing his eyes. His mind didn't register the last sentence due to the searing pain. Feeling his legs being lifted from the water and hooked over the side of the tub Tau let himself get a little more comfortable by laying back again. Sighing softly he gave a small smile to Tom before pushing lightly, the head beginning to move through him.

“J-just hold my hand please, I-I can do this.” Moving his hand under the water to check himself, he gasped softly feeling the head on its way to a crown, giving a few light pushes before feeling the head form a bump at his nether regions. Keeping calm breaths as the contractions ran through him, Tau smiled as he felt the head coming out on its own. Catching the head in his hand he smiled softly at the weight, fully aware that he would be a mum within the next few minutes. Glancing over to Tom he moved to let go of the hand clutching his.

“Tau-?”

“Do you want to feel the head?” Receiving a nod he watched as Tom’s other hand went under the somewhat murky water to feel his child’s head. Watching a grin of pride come over the normally drunk man’s face, Tau felt his mouth connect with another. Pushing while mid kiss, Tau made sure with certainty that he was in control of what was happening, the shoulders were out after a few short pushes, the torso and hips following seconds later. Using both hands to lift his infant, he hugged them close to his chest before patting their back carefully to dislodge any fluid. Hearing a soft coughing and the beginnings of a cry the small babe was moved to lay in their mum's arms.

“It's a girl! Welcome to the world buttercup!” The little girl whimpered softly against her mother's chest, Tau cooing softly to her.

“I'll go grab some scissors and a few blankets. I will be right back to take care of you and our little girl in a moment, love.” Tau nodded before telling Tom to go into his room and grab some of what he had bought before he kept himself hidden in the house. The new mother looked down at his still whimpering daughter, she looked distressed by something.

“Mummy's got you kitten what's wrong? Your daddy went to get you some blankets and clothes. Shhh you're alright sweetie.” Bouncing his daughter in his arms, he moved to pull his legs back into the tub before feeling a pressure keeping his thighs apart and his hips hurting. Changing how he was holding his daughter, he reached his hand down to see what was going on expecting it to just be the placenta coming out. It wasn't. His fingertips hit a hard and smooth surface that almost had him freaking out. Taking a deep breath, he sighed softly kissing his daughter's head gently. Pushing lightly he hissed in pain feeling the second head slip from him.

“Come on little one, why didn't you let mummy know you were there?” Cupping under the head, Tau worked on trying to stay silent while he was getting his second child out. The sound of the front door opening and laughter coming into the house made Tau freeze, one shoulder out of him and his daughter eating from him. Grabbing the towel from behind his shoulders, he pulled it over himself to cover up everything. Getting the second shoulder out of him, Tau saw everything go dark, his heart speeding up before he realized that someone must have thought the light was left on. Letting out a breath he felt the second baby slip out of him just as Tom pushed into the room. Smiling as the light was turned back on and the door was locked again he saw Tom place what was in his arms on the bathroom counter.

“Tommy. What starts with the letter T?” Grinning from ear to ear as he felt the second baby squirm around in the water between his legs. Tom gave him a confused look before pulling a out a pair of scissors to cut the cord.

“What? Uh That, two, there, tornado, tea...wait what are you saying Tau?” The freckled brunette laughed softly moving the second baby into his other arm under the towel.

“You didn't say it Tommy! The word was twins!” Tau let the other pull the now soaked towel off him. The gasp in shock at seeing two infants in the other’s arms that Tau heard was not as much of a surprise as the second baby was. Tom made quick work of the umbilical cords and placentas before helping Tau clean up the twins and himself and getting everyone dressed. The new father picked up the mother of his children and quickly moved him into his bedroom and under the covers of his bed before going to clean up the bathroom.

“Tom what happened? There's a broken glass on the kitchen floor and you have a bruise on your jaw. Did someone break in?” Edd was cut off with a laugh from his roommate.

“Let's just say that I'm an idiot and deserved it, I'll explain later after I clean up.” Not mentioning Tau, Tom swept up the broken cup before drying the floor and moving to the bathroom.

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Feeling a hand shake his shoulder carefully, his eyes opened slowly, a smile gracing his lips as he felt the weight of his newborn children asleep on his stomach and covered in the blankets.

“It's good to see you awake sweetheart. Did you think of what to name them before you fell asleep?” There was a soft kiss left on his forehead before he nodded. Glancing down at his still sleeping children he spoke.

“I thought Arica was a good name for the girl. I can't think of anything for the boy though.” Looking up at Tom from where he was sitting on the bed, Tau saw the other's expression change to show that he was thinking.

“What about Timothy?” Feeling both the infants stir from sleep, the newborns opened their eyes slowly, Arica showing a set of silver eyes with blue outlines and her brother having none. Both parents smiled. After both agreed on the name Tom helped Tau up off the bed and into a light blue sweater dress. Having a little difficulty with holding both squirmish infants, Tau watched as Tom left the room and came back to lead him out into the living room. Taking two steps into the room he smiled softly at the surprised expressions on the faces of the other three.

“Tau-”

“It's twins. Arica and Timothy.” Being helped into the chair, Tau smiled as Tord stood up and walked closer, Emma awake in his arms.

“So that's why you were bigger than me…”

“So Tau was pregnant too? Why didn't anyone say anything?” Tau laughed softly before speaking up.

“Edd, no offense but you can keep a secret just as well as Tommy can keep his alcohol. If I had told you, you would've told Tommy before I wanted or needed to…” Blushing lightly, Tau felt a kiss to the back of his jaw. Edd looked hurt by the statement but shrugged it off.

Everything went back to normal after all this, well as normal as it could get. Having three infants in the house was difficult, but they all figured out a way to keep everyone sane and when there was a way everyone played tricks on each other. The best inside joke between Tord, Tau and the kids. And let's just say, all three infants were confused about who their mum was by the end of all that.

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4259 words [the longest]

This is dedicated to Preggo Sauce on AO3 and Tumblr. The description for both Tord and Tau are from them as well.

How's this for a 2 for 1 deal?

~Mari

But Just Know We Will Never Part

"Just remember. If you feel something off or something doesn't feel right call me. I'll be right there and give you a check over."

"What if the twins come late? Or don't come at all...." He didn't want to believe his own words but he had to ask.

"If you don't go into labor by fourty-two weeks just come by the office and I'll get you set up for an induction. It's normal for babies to come late, a due date is just an estimate after all." He nodded softly being helped down from the table. Pulling on a heavier jacket he buttoned it up as well as he could. The nearly sub-zero temperatures of London in mid January almost had his boyfriends cancel his appointment, not wanting him to freeze to death. Feeling a hand on his shoulder he glanced back smiling before pouting as a snow cap was put on his head, his eyes being covered by his longer bangs for a few moments.

"Don't want you to freeze to death out there, Commie." Hearing a soft laugh he smiled slightly, moving both the hat and his bangs so he could see. Both he and Tom thanked the brunette doctor before walking out of the office, starting the short trek home.

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Waddling from the bedroom after having just woken up, Tord made his way into the living room were he expected to find all three of his boyfriends sitting and watching the television entering the room to find none. Hearing clamoring from the kitchen he followed the sound only barely catching the tail end of the weather report.

“It is a very cold negative twelve in London today with heavy snowfall. The emergency department is urging for everyone to stay off the roads until the temperature begins to rise once more. Now for sports.” Moving into the kitchen, he found Matt at the table sipping coffee from his mug.

“Where are Tom and Edd at? The television was on and I couldn't find either of them.” Leaning his weight on the counter, Tord rubbed against his middle. He could barely walk around the house by now, his middle having dropped two days before making the twins even heavier on his hips than before and giving him aches he didn't ask for.

“They went outside to shovel the sidewalk I think. They should be coming in soon for a break.” Matt stood up and walked over to where Tord was leaning against the counter, kissing his shorter boyfriend's forehead and filling his cup with more hot coffee.

“It's negative twelve out there and both of them are out shoveling snow. Just great I have something to worry about. I'm going to make hot chocolate for them and myself, do you want any?” Reaching up into the cabinet and grabbing three mugs, he attempted to grab the hot chocolate mix one shelf higher before hearing the ginger behind him laugh.

“I'll stick with coffee for now but thank you love. Anyway you look like you need some help.” Watching the sweater covered arm grab the box of mix, Tord pouted at first before smiling brightly as it was handed to him. Closing the cabinet, he waddled over to the sink with a second kettle and filled it with water before placing it on the stove top and letting it boil. The duo talked for a while and got the cups ready for water as they waited for both their boyfriends and the water to boil. Hearing the kettle start its shrill scream, Tord moved closer with the cups to begin filling them with the boiling water. He never heard the front door open, heard the snow-covered boots stomp, or even the hushed whispers. At least not until he was filling the third cup. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the feeling of freezing cold snow being shoved down the back of his shirt, then again as scalding hot water was splashed across his chest and the glass mug was dropped to the floor, his mouth open in a silent scream.

His body was on sensory overload, Tord only barely noticed his shirt being removed and being wrapped in a warm blanket. He could feel the twins kicking wildly as well as the bleeding wounds from the glass shards in his legs and feet. Tears started sliding down his cheeks in waves, the feeling of being lifted and carefully placed on the bed coming to him before he heard any speech.

“I'm so sorry babe. I didn't know you were filling a cup with hot water.” Tom rubbed his shoulders gently through his apology, still wearing his coat and hat. His body ached, stung, and burned like nothing else, the twins were nearly thrashing around inside of him. He nearly screamed as he felt the first shooting pain through his spine.

“Call Dr. Mari NOW!” Tom quickly pulled out his phone from his jacket pocket and dialed before putting the phone on speaker. Edd and Matt had just entered the room once more, carrying the first aid kit and a few more blankets. The phone was picked up.

“Hello? This is Mari speaking.” The voice was a little muffled through the phone, as if the other had just woken up.

“Dr. Mari you're on speaker phone, Tord just told me to call you.” Tom had moved to be kneeling by the bed, the phone being placed on the pillow beside the pained male’s head. Tord gasped before groaning as he felt another pain shoot through him.

“What seems to be the problem? I'm sorry but I cannot schedule your induction until the snow stops and melts.”

“That won’t be necessary. I think I'm feeling contractions right now. No clue how far apart they are, but I just felt my second one.” Glancing up he saw the expressions on the faces of the other three. If he weren't in so much pain he would've laughed.

“I'll be there as soon as possible. Just keep calm and try to relax. And if you can, time between the contractions.” The other end hung up. The other three still shocked stiff from the news that Tord was in labor. He gave a small smile before trying to sit up.

“C-can I get a little help please?” Chuckling softly as Tom jumped up to help him sit up.

“Do you need anything? Want me to do something? Do you feel the next contraction?” He rolled his eyes at the frantic questions, Matt had run from the room to grab towels as Edd pulled tweezers from the aid kit to pull out glass.

“I feel fine Tom. I ache a little bit but that's just weight on my hips. I just really want to sleep right now.” Leaning back against Tom’s chest he smiled softly, wincing as he felt glass shards being pulled from his skin.

“Rest, I'll stay right here with you if you want me to.” He felt lips on his forehead before his eyes closed. The feeling of shards being pulled from his skin the only thing he could feel as he drifted off to sleep.

Matt was the one to answer the door six hours later. Him and Edd were sitting on the couch in front of the television, trying to pay attention to the program but finding themselves unable to. Opening the door, the ginger found himself in front of a snow-covered girl with brown hair and wearing a heavy shoulder bag. Closing the door behind her, she removed her hat and gloves before shedding her coat.

“I'm sorry it took me so long to get here. I had to stop by the office and grab some supplies. May I ask how he is at the moment?” Dr. Mari pulled back her hair into a low bun before brushing loose hairs behind her ears.

“He's sleeping right now, Tom’s with him. And what kind of supplies did you need to get?” Edd hung the brunette's coat and hat as he asked his question.

“Just a few things as a precaution. Can I see him?” Both nodded leading her to the bedroom. Both Tom and Tord were asleep, bandages covering Tord up to the shins. Dr. Mari decided to question this later on as she opened her bag.

“What are you going to do?” The brunette glanced over to the ginger with a small smile on her face.

“I need to check how dilated he is. And if there isn't an opening I need to check for that, but I believe that isn't the case. Could one of you wake them. I would rather not work while my patient is asleep. That would cause a rude awakening.” Watching as Edd nudged Tom carefully she saw the socketed male carefully shake Tord’s shoulder.

“Tord wake up. Dr. Mari is here.” A set of silver eyes opened slowly before their gaze fell upon the doctor in the room.

“Hello Tord how are you feeling? I was about to check how dilated you were before you woke up.” Dr. Mari smiled letting her bag sit on the ground before she walked over closer to the bed. The brunette doctor rubbed at Tord’s hips before pulling off his bottoms and moving to check. Tord stiffened up in Tom’s arms as he felt something being inserted into him.

“Relax babe, she's trying to figure out how much longer till the twins come. She's probably going to do this a few times.” Tom rubbed Tord’s hips lightly before kissing his neck. The laboring male relaxed as he felt a contraction running up his spine, the feeling of fluid pooling under him becoming a distraction. All four watched as Dr. Mari moved back quickly, and moved to wipe her face.

“Not my first time having amniotic fluid on my face but it's still gross. Your water just broke so you might feel a little more pressure on your hips and back. You're at about two and a half centimeters dilated meaning there is maybe an hour and a half to two hours till you start active labor. And I should wear a mask at all times.” All five chuckled softly as the doctor wiped the last of the fluid off her face before pulling a mask from her bag and putting it on. Seemingly nobody realized that time was passing quickly, what felt like five minutes was an hour until five had come and passed. Tord was constantly standing and walking between the bed and the bathroom.

“I'm going to check again alright? Try to keep still.” Tord felt the measuring device being moved into him, his back being rubbed by Edd who was sitting behind him. Everything was silent for a few moments before his doctor pulled back.

“Is something wrong? Please tell me that nothing’s wrong!” His emotions were changing so much, each contraction either added to his pain or added to his anxiety. He was downright terrified of giving birth.

“Everything is fine. You'll be moving into stage three in a few minutes. You're at seven and a half centimeters now so everything is going to go a little faster. The contractions are going to be closer together.” His eyes widened as Dr. Mari explained what was happening, his body seized up and he felt a sharp contraction go through him. He whimpered softly feeling the twins squirming a little, both having just woken up.

“H-how long is this going to take? OW!” He felt a kick hit his spine as a contraction started, the feelings overlapping.

“Stage three labor can last between thirty minutes and two hours with birth following right after. You might not be able to rest between the contractions.” Paling a little at how it was explained to him he nearly froze up. It already hurt so much, he was in less pain right after the robot incident and he almost lost his entire right arm and eye, he could've died then. Feeling a hand on his shoulder he glanced over, his eyes wet at the sides as they met those belonging to Edd, Tom and Matt smiling softly but standing back a few paces.

“You are going to be amazing Tord. No matter how much it'll hurt I just know that you're going to keep going. Today is the day we've all been waiting for, and yeah it might not have started the best way, but hey everything will work out in the end. Just like it always does.” His mouth turned up at the edges as Edd finished speaking, tears creating trails down his face. Mouthing a soft thank you he leaned back against the headboard and pillows, a smile gracing his lips as he took deep breaths.

“Let's hope it's u-under two hours. I don't know if I'll be able to last the w-whole time if it's much longer than t-that.” Hearing a few chuckles, he smiled. He felt calm for the first time in a while.

It was sadly two hours before he could progress any further. The second that he was told to begin pushing had a contraction starting. Baring down for the first time, he felt the head of his first baby move through him. He almost screamed as the pressure nearly doubled. It was about five minutes into actually pushing and giving birth that he practically kicked all three of his boyfriends out of the room, Matt having to have been saved from almost being choked by him.

“Be a little more gentle for a few moments, the head is crowning and you'll tear if you push too hard.” He nodded a little as he felt the contractions continue moving the head through his opening.

“C-can I feel the head?” Feeling his right hand being taken, his fingertips were set against the smooth head of his first baby. Smiling brightly he pushed lightly, the head slipping out.

“Go back to how you were pushing before, the first will be out very shortly.” Pushing hard a few more times he heard a loud cry as Dr. Mari lifted up his first baby.

“The first is a little boy!” Watching as his doctor cut the cord and placed his son on his chest. Within an instant his instincts kicked in and he was trying to calm his little boy down.

“Now I hate to cut this meeting short, but you should start pushing again on the next contraction.” Smiling softly, he continued to croon at his little boy before pushing again, the second head moving through him faster than the first. His daughter entered the world only a few minutes after her brother. It was only just under ten minutes before Dr. Mari spoke up again.

“I need you to push so the placentas can come out. After that you can rest with your son and daughter.” He nodded slowly before giving a few short and light pushes as he was already exhausted. He was crooning to both of his children when he heard a soft ‘oh’ from his doctor.

“What's wrong?” He was beyond exhausted, but he didn't like how the brunette at the end of the bed was being overly silent. She dragged over her bag with her foot before rummaging through it for something. Watching what he could see of her with vague anxiety, he was answered by a sharp cry. Confused for a few moments as he checked the twins in his arms he was distracted by the young woman walking up the side of the bed cradling a crying bundle.

“I'm guessing this little guy didn't want anyone to know about him. Congratulations it's a boy. I'm going to clean up and bring the other three in if that's alright with you.” She received nothing but a silent nod from her patient as he took his youngest son in his arms. Triplets. He had been carrying triplets all this time and didn't know.

It was another twenty minutes before the other three entered the room. Tord was feeding the youngest as the older brother and sister were asleep on his stomach covered in blankets to keep them warm. Glancing over to the door he smiled softly at the expressions he was given.

“How do you feel?”

“There were three?!”

“Can I hold one?” It took a while to explain to the three that he was alright, yes there were three babies, and yes they could hold their children. It only took a few more moments after that to get the names situated.

“Welcome to the world Elijah, Delilah, and Jonas.”

Now who ever said that karma hates you, Tord?

The End.....

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This is the final chapter of the story. I am really proud of us all for making it this far.

There is going to be an epilogue after this chapter that will have a timeskip spanning a few years.

Now for the names.

Elijah Michael Larsin-Gold [Eli]: He's the oldest and if it isn't clear by his last name his father is Edd. He has dark brown hair and hazel eyes.

Delilah Lynn Larsin-Harrison [Lilalynn]: She is the second child and the only girl. Her father is Matt and she inherited his ginger hair and blue eyes.

Jonas Theodore Larsin-Rinwell [Teddy]: The youngest son and the surprise child. He is the son of Tom and takes after both parents. He has the same light brown /dark blonde hair as both his mum and dad as well as his right eye being silver and his left being non-existant.

I really enjoyed writing this story. It's actually been almost a year since chapter one was published [okay I was close. Chapter 1 was published July 2, 2017] and this is the second story that I've ever finished [I don't count oneshots in this, the first was the friend they made so long ago]

The character of Dr. Mari Smiths was based off me. The character of Abigail [Abby] was based off my friend Abby on wattpad [Abbylovesfoxy181920]

Well so long till I write the epilogue.

The Sticks Are Pointed And The Words Are Sharp....

Chapter warning: Piss, cravings, and clinginess. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Huffing in annoyance, he felt sharp jabs on all sides of his middle as he stopped to lean against the wall of the hallway. He was originally on his way to the currently in progress nursery to check on how the three stooges were doing, but that could wait until after another trip to the bathroom.

"Matt what the hell are you doing?" Or maybe it couldn't. Hearing a crash and a few yelps, he waddled his way down to the open door of the nursery where the window was open, cool late fall air entering the house. Shivering slightly at the cold air, he peeked into the room, the sight before him causing him to stifle laughter. There standing in the middle of the room were his three boyfriends, covered head to toe in wet paint. Holding his hand over his mouth while the other was placed at the lower part of his bump, he tried to keep calm as he spoke up. Goosebumps ran up his arms as the breeze entered the room.

"W-what happened in here?" There was no hiding that there was a laugh behind his voice. Tom sighed before giving a glare to the ginger.

"Matt was carrying an open can of paint and decided to do /something/. He slipped on a puddle of wet paint and knocked into the two of us." Tord could not hold back his laughter anymore, he was near hysterical. The sounds of the other three joining in on the laughter made it all the more enjoyable. His eyes widened as he felt a growing warmth spread across his front, his laughter trailing off as he realized that his muscles relaxed. Blushing brightly he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Yep, he didn't make it in time.

"Well, we were just finishing up. How about we clean up a bit in here and all of us hop in the shower. You shouldn't even be in here Tord, don't want you getting sick from the fumes. Why don't you go get ready, we'll join you in a few minutes." Nodding stiffly at Edd's words, he made his way to the bathroom before stripping out of his soiled clothes. Carefully bending over, he picked up his wet clothes and tossed them into the laundry basket before starting the shower. As he waited for the water to warm up, he ran both hands over his bump. The twins were calm after he had left their room, he hoped that they were asleep. Tord almost couldn't wait until they were ready to come out, almost because he was quite fearful of going into labor. During one of his appointment with Dr. Mari he had watched while another patient was going through her own labor. It looked painful. And yes, he may have dealt with bullet wounds, burn marks, and nearly loosing his eye, but he could tell that it would be much more painful to go through labor.

Being shaken from his thoughts, he looked over at the doorway where his boyfriends were standing, all three out of their paint covered clothes. Blushing lightly, he checked the temperature of the water before stepping into the shower being followed by the other three.

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Walking into the kitchen after changing into his night clothes, he tried to think of what he wanted. Waddling around the room he smiled to himself as he got things ready. He began humming a soft tune he remembered hearing in Norway as he cooked for himself, not hearing someone enter the kitchen behind him. A pair of arms curled around his waist, two hands laying on his middle as he felt a chin rest on his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" A soft kiss to his cheek had him blush lightly. He reached up into the cabinet before pulling out a jar of peanut butter, a jar of nutella, and white chocolate chips. Placing all three into the counter next to a bag of chips.

"I'm hungry so I'm fixing myself something to eat." Pulling a bowl out he dumped a few scoops of each the peanut butter, the nutella, and about a quarter of the bag of white chocolate chips as the microwave beeped. Pulling a paper plate out of the microwave he replaced it with the bowl of sweets before heating it up. Putting the white chocolate and the peanut butter back up in their places he spooned out a few scoops of the hazelnut spread onto the plate before putting that away. Feeling the head on his shoulder move away he pouted softly as the other spoke.

"What the hell are you making?" Turning to face Tom he placed his hand on top of his bump, his mouth still pouting. Waddling to the fridge he pulls out the jar of pickles and walks back over to his workstation.

"I'm making a burrito with nutella, and melting peanut butter, nutella and white chocolate chips before I add pickle juice to that so I can dip grilled cheese and ketchup flavored chips in it." Smiling proudly, he opened the jar on the counter as he heard the microwave beep. Pulling the bowl out of the appliance he placed it in the counter before pouring some of the pickle juice into the bowl. Putting the jar back into the fridge he stirred the mixture up. Glancing back at his boyfriend he giggled at seeing the expression on his face before collecting his meal. Placing it on the table he licked the spoon he used to stir up the dip he made. Hearing Tom run from the room he shrugged it off before starting to eat.

"Tord? Do you know why Tom ran... into the.... bathroom...." Hearing Edd sigh softly and shake his head he looked over to the brunette innocently. "I understand perfectly well now. We love you Tord, but please warn us when you get a craving." Feeling lips pressed to his temple, he smiled softly. Swallowing what was in his mouth he looked up at his brunette boyfriend.

"Love you too~" Sticking his tongue out he laughed softly before going back to eating.

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"Hey babe are yo-"

"Stop asking that! All three of you shut up already about that! I feel perfectly fine. And I'll tell you when something happens okay?" Huffing under his breath, he let both his hands rest under his belly, the twins more than comfortable inside him. He was due any day now but it looked like the twins wanted to stay put. The constant questions about how he was feeling from all three of his boyfriends were starting to get on his nerves. Pushing himself up from the couch, he used his right arm to keep his middle from setting his balance off too much, his left hand holding the arm of the couch.

"Tord where are you going? Do you need help?" Edd spoke from where he was sitting on the couch, moving to get up so he could help Tord with whatever he needed.

"I'm going to the bathroom. I don't need help, so let me be!" Cursing under his breath he waddled down the hall to the bathroom. He knew they were just worried and trying to be prepared for when it was actually time, but the way all three followed him like lost puppies was annoying him to no end. After his trip to the bathroom, he walked down the hall to the nursery. Smiling at the finished room he absentmindedly rubbed his middle, the babies calming down at the attention from their maternal parent. Tord couldn't wait to finally meet his babies, feeling more than ready to finally become a mama. Yeah, despite what others in his position might think he wanted to be known as the mom. He felt like he fit that title too well.

Looking around the room, he smiled. The walls were painted a light teal that darkened the further down the wall it was. The ceiling was a light blue turning into the same shade of teal that was at the top of the walls. The furniture was a dark cherry oak, the mattresses in the cribs were white with light blue and light pink covers on them. The changing table had a light green pad on it, the drawers filled with diapers and wipes that probably wouldn't last long after the twins were born. The dresser sat between the cribs, a lamp sitting on top with two teddy bears, one on either side. The dresser drawers filled with onsies and other assorted clothes for both twins. And finally the rocking chair, sitting next to the window with a light red cushion on it. The window had light purple curtains that were tied apart to let light into the room, the view of snow outside the window. Over each crib was a space on the wall where they could put the name of each at, the names being debated for the boy. There was a unanimous agreement on what to name the girl, her name being Delilah Lynn; but for the boy they were stuck between two names, those being Elijah Michael and Jonas Theodore.

"Can't believe that the only thing missing from here are the twins. We're sorry for badgering you. We're all just worried, we want to make sure nothing goes wrong when it's finally time." Sighing softly he reached his arm back to rub Edd's head, glancing over to the door he could see both Tom and Matt standing there.

"I understand. It's just annoying when you're all constantly asking me. Every once in a while sure but every five minutes is driving me crazy."

"Want to sit in the rocking chair love? I think the last package of clothes came in." Nodding to Tom he smiled before being led to the chair, chuckling softly as a picture was taken of him. Matt ran off to retrieve the package handing it to Tord as soon as he had come back into the room. Tord watched and laughed as his three boyfriends sat on the floor Indian style facing him, almost making him feel like an elementary teacher during story time. Opening the package he held up each piece of cloth showing it to the other three. By god he loved these three.

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Tord is due any day now [story wise].

Weeks by timeskip:

- 33 weeks

- 33/34 weeks

- 40 weeks [full term]

If you've read the information book you would have seen the note about the projected number of chapters. The next chapter will be him giving birth. And then I will do one after that as an epilogue.

But every author has a few secrets....

The babies have been named. Delilah Lynn and either Elijah Michael or Jonas Theodore. [I know which is used guys and have them sketched out just so you know]

So until next time.