#themoontho

Sometimes Langundo is grateful that his daughter is a bit of a ditz.

It meant he didn’t have to worry about her noticing that he and her other father weren’t talking at the moment.

Granted, they did that a lot. She was pretty used to them arguing for no reason at all. She went along with it; she knew they didn’t mean it, usually. There was a few times, but it got resolved quickly enough that she never knew. Since she’d figured out that Gundo wasn’t ‘working’ and this was her sibling, though, she’d been slightly more… protective.

It’d shocked Dominick and Langundo that their daughter started shouting at Dom if they started bickering. Apparently Triigyans were extremely defensive of ALL immediate family. And while Caligo adored Dom and loved him like he really was her Dedaa, she was still her Damaa’s little girl. So it was good when she didn’t notice they were bickering, for their ears sake.

Which was the current situation.

It’d been over something stupid, Gundo honestly couldn’t be bothered to really remember, but it was enough for him to dish out silent treatment. Dominick decided to dish it right back, sitting grumpily on the opposite end of the couch from him, their daughter the wall between them. It hadn’t been bad enough for him to get a whole bottle of wine, but he did have a glass of something strong, which pissed Gundo off since they’d somewhat agreed that Dom wouldn’t drink around Gundo since he was missing it bad.

Whatever. He wanted to play dirty, he’d just not understand anything Gundo says.

Gogo was sitting between them, watching her movie happily. When she’d ask Dom something, he’d put on the smile and agree with whatever she said. When she’d speak to Gundo, he’d reply in Triigyan. Any time she didn’t say something to them?

Stone cold silence.

“Bed time, Cherry. Let’s go.”

“Okie dokies!” Gogo jumped up, scrambling over and hugging Gundo tight. The anger faded a little, Gogo always made him soft, and Gundo kissed her all over her cheeks and nose. They did their head butt before she hopped down, grabbing onto Dom’s hand and going to her room.

Langundo let a breath out, stretching his arms up and wincing a little. He was probably going to take a bath tonight. His back was killing him. Dom would probably offer a half ass massage if he mentioned it but… well… Gundo wasn’t breaking first.

He stood, turning off the TV and going to the kitchen. The bottle for Dom’s drink was on the counter and Langundo made a face, grabbing it and putting it away. Asshole was going to have to work for it if he wanted more. He screwed the cap on as tight as he could, too. He paused before cussing under his breath.

He forgot why he came to the kitchen. Great.

He wandered back out, ditching his shirt next to their bed and sitting back on the couch, frowning to himself. What HAD they fought over? It’d been when Caligo was taking a shower.. Something about Roza coming over so much? Yeah, something like that. Okay, Dom had a reason, then. Anything involving Roza made him pissy. On the other hand, it was kinda getting old, not getting any alone time with his husband. They had all day to do their thing, they didn’t need after work hours, too.

Aaannnddd that might be the hormones talking, right there. Langundo was protective, not possessive. He rubbed his face, cursing again. Yeah, this was his fault. Honestly if he wasn’t hurting like he was, he’d probably switch to sad in an instant. But dammit, his back and knees were killing him and he really didn’t want Dom to do the whole ‘I told you so’ thing. So, no, he was definitely staying pissed. Okay maybe not pissed.

Just super annoyed.

“.. You okay..?”

Gundo glanced up. Dominick still looked pissed off, but was trying to be concerned. He’d been trying really hard through the whole pregnancy, honestly. It was his first baby, it was different than work. It was pretty cute at times. Especially when he was trying to spoil Gundo when he definitely didn’t be needing to.

But right now he was annoyed.

“Ne.” Gundo got up again, ignoring the scowl his husband had aimed at him and going back to the kitchen. Still not knowing why he was there he grabbed a bottle of water, listening to Dom turn the TV back on and him tap away at his phone. Texting Roza, probably. Gundo rolled his eyes; god only knows what he was saying about him. He took a breath, calming himself back down and shuffling back out. He sat on the opposite end of the couch again, cracking the water open.

“Roza’s on her way.”

“ ‘course she is.”

The silence settled over them again, the sound from the TV not doing much to lighten the mood. Dom finished the rest of his glass, almost hesitating before getting up and Langundo smirked when he heard him begin grumbling under his breath trying to get the bottle open again.

‘Good. Struggle.’

Gundo took the opportunity to shift himself, swiping a pillow from Dom’s side and wedging it behind himself to ease his aches. Didn’t do much for his knees, but some of the pressure was off. He slumped back as Dominick came back, leveling a cold gaze to combat the accusatory glare aimed at him.

Dom took an exaggerated drink and it was Langundo’s turn to glare.

They focused on other things as Dominick flopped back down, Dom at the TV and Gundo at the paper on his water. After he’d picked it all off and had a neat little pile on the arm next to him. He took a drink, setting it on top of his belly and rubbing between his eyes. He was seriously considering going to bed. It was early, but it was better than sitting out here ignoring his pissed off husband. Plus he could use all the pillows he wanted without making it seem like he was super sore. That would mean skipping a bath, though, and his back wept at that.

He was so lost in thought that, if it hadn’t moved his drink, he almost didn’t catch the kick.

It wasn’t something weird for Langundo. His job was to be pregnant all the time. He was used to movement. More than used to it, actually. It wasn’t a big deal to him anymore; just another point where he goes ‘Yup. That’s in there.’ And, honestly, that was his first thought. Stronger than most; the kid was half Triigyan, there were going to be differences from humans. To Gundo, this wasn’t something special.

Except this was Dom’s baby, and of course it was special.

This was their baby.

He heard Dominick take another drink, the ice clinking on the glass and it occurred to Gundo that his husband would probably want to be part of this. Most humans saw it as a big deal in their pregnancy.

“Hey.” Gundo bent up, reaching and grabbing Dom’s hand before he could respond.

He dragged the other man over, moving the water bottle and putting Dom’s hand where it was.

“Yer kid’s movin’.”

Dominick’s face was contorted in confusion until their baby decided to make its presence known again, another nudge coming up and hitting Dom’s hand. His expression changed in an instant, all the anger flooding away and now both hands were on Langundo’s belly. His hazel eyes were wide, like a little kid just hearing about Santa Claus for the first time, staying completely still as the baby began getting more active. More nudges and kicks and then the rolls came, and Gundo let out a dry laugh.

“Christ, de kid’s gonna be like Caligo… Wants all de attention, gonna bruise me at dis rate.. What?”

Dominick was looking at him now, the confused look back, “I.. Ya were.. I thought ya were..”

“Pissed off? Yeah, I am. What, ya think jus’ ‘cause I’m annoyed I’m gonna take dis away from ya? I ain’t heartless, Dom’nik.”

Then Dom did something that, in Langundo’s book, was complete and total cheating.

Tears starting dripping from his eyes and he took a stuttery breath.

“Jou, no, wait, don’ cry, do NOT cry Dom’nik,” Gundo sat up, already feeling the lump in his throat, “Don’, Dom, if YOU start cryin’ den I’M gonna start cryin’ an’ ya know ‘m not gonna be able t’ stop.”

“That’s.. That’s our baby..”

“Dominick DON’T.”

“Gundo, that’s our baby..”

Langundo held it in for roughly 3 seconds before sludge began welling up in his eyes and now he was glad he took his shirt off because it would have gotten stained with both their tears.

He couldn’t really remember why he’d been mad anymore. It was hard to be angry when your husband was kissing you and marveling at the baby in your belly.

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“Well what the hell happened here??”