Terrorcest one shots

(3) language barrier

  "This baby- it's really mine too?" Nikki asks, laying on the floor and letting Tommy have the bed.

"Yes, I've said to you, million times." Tommy laughs, reaching a hand out toward Nikki.

Nikki smiles and brushes his shaggy hair out of his face as he grabs Tommys hand and holds it. His hair has grown out over the past 7 months, back down to a little past his chin, where it was before he joined the army and had it cut off. A lot of things had changed since he joined the army. He's seen some of his best friends die, he's had to kill people, and he's nearly been killed a couple times. Right here, with Tommy, has been the first time he's relaxed in 7 months.

"What if I'm not a good dad?" Nikki asks quietly, feeling a twinge of doubt.

"You will be good dad. A very good dad." Tommy tries to reassure, making a squeaking noise as he sits up slowly.

Nikki ducks his head. He has his doubts, and for a good reason too. His childhood was rough. His father abandoned him when he was two years old, and his mother was physically abusive, mentally abusive, and absent for a lot of his childhood. A lot of kids say that their parents were their inspiration for how they raise their kids, but Nikki would rather die than be the kind of parent that his parents were. He's in the dark on how to raise a child here.

Tommy feels his stomach tighten and there's a pain in his back that spreads across his pelvis. His stomach seems to tighten for a moment, and then the discomfort and pressure subsides. Nikki looks up at him, noticing the pain on his face and sits beside him. He puts his hand over the baby bump, feeling anxiety shoot through his body at even the thought of this child being his. He should leave before he fucks it up.

But, he can't bring himself to.

And two hours later, he and Tommy are still sitting together, with Nikkis panic starting to subside. He and Tommy are pressing as close as they can. Nikki has one hand on Tommys back and the other under his jaw, and Tommys hand is on the back of Nikkis neck, the both of them are kissing softly. Quiet moans fill the air as the two boys deepen their kissing, Nikki leaning back against the wall, and Tommy moves closer to him so they don't break their kiss.

Nikki grazes his mouth down Tommy's face and to his jawline. Tommy giggles, but knows that they should probably stop since he's about to get fucking aroused and he doesn't want to risk having sex this late into the pregnancy. It may hurt the baby.

"We should stoppp."Nikki mumbles, as if he's reading Tommys mind.

Tommy nods and eases away from kissing Nikki, stifling a yawn. He heads to bed, but Nikki can't sleep so he sneaks into the living room to watch some TV. His mind is going 700 miles an hour, thinking about the possibility of having a baby. Nikki wouldn't know how to take care of one. He couldn't give it the love it needs. 

As he sits there pondering, Tommys awake again. Every couple of minutes there's an intense burning on his lower back, his pelvis, and his abdomen. The intensity is getting worse, and it seems to last longer. He sits up, and puts a hand on his stomach, adjusting his position to try and make the pain go away. It doesn't go away, until about a minute later, and Tommy breathes a deep sigh of relief. 

He turns over and sees that Nikkis gone, and a jolt of panic goes through him. Did Nikki have to leave again?! He listens a bit more and hears the TV playing and decides to make his way into the living room. Nikki is sitting in front of the TV with a beer in his hand, but he's not really paying attention to the television. Tommy sits beside him  on the couch, watching his green eyes flicker in the dull light.

"Fuckkk..." (γαμώ) He hisses, grabbing Nikkis arm as the contraction starts up again.

Instantly, Nikki looks over. "Tommy are you okay?"

"Contraction."

"Fuck, get up, we gotta go to the hospital."

"No, just hurt, not labor."

Nikki raises an eyebrow, but nods and grabs Tommys hand to help him squeeze through it. And sure enough, after about a minute, the contractions die down again and Tommy detatches his fingernails from Nikkis hand. He manages to go 15 minutes without another one, but this one is so bad that he's got tears streaming down his face.

"Alright, no more fucking around. Hospital, now!" Nikki instructs, putting down his beer and walking back to Voula and Davids room. He pushes their door open and walks over to David side of the bed, knowing David speaks more English than Voula. "David, David. I think Tommy's going to have the baby."

"Wha-" David asks groggily.

"Tommy is having contractions...like fast...I think he's having the baby."

That wakes David right up, and soon they're all on  their way to the hospital. Tommy is just yelling a mixture of Greek and English curse words, and Nikki is drinking another beer to calm his nerves. Athena is...not happy about being squished in between the two. Voula is talking to tommy much too fast for Nikki to catch any of it, but he reaches across Athena to hold Tommys hand. Explaining the situation to the nurses as they get transferred up to the pregnancy ward is, awkward at best.

As they sit in the hospital room, Tommy refuses to let go of Nikki. He squirms every time a contraction hits, but He never looks away from Nikki, and vice versa. Nikki keeps rubbing his belly softly, his anxiety at an all time high. He's trying to give Tommy confidence though, so he just pushes through his nerves. Tommys going to have a c-section. Doctors thought it would be the safest way to remove the baby, since they don't quite know the effects would be of trying to push the baby out. They have to wait til he's in the safe zone.

The surgeons come in, and they wheel Tommy into a Maternity OR, allowing Nikki to come since he's the father, well one of them. Tommy is quickly given an epidural, and Nikki moves over by his head so he can look at him, and comfort him. Tommy still looks like he's in a bit of pain, which makes sense, because the epidural won't take away the pain immediately. He just grabs Tommys hand, wanting to let him know that he's here.

The muscles in Tommys face visibly relax after a couple minutes, and the doctors do a small test to make sure he won't feel the pain, and the doctor makes a transverse incision into Tommys abdomen, then he makes anoth litter one into the wall of the uterus. Nikki peeks over at the cuts and gags a little. When he said he wanted to be inside of Tommy, this wasn't what he meant. 

"Is- is it gross?" Tommy asks, seeing Nikkis  face.

"Yeah dude."

Nikki looks back in time to see the doctors pulling the baby out. It's small and slimy and has blood all over it, with the umbilical cord attached to it. Nikki seizes up and freezes out of fear when the doctors wash the baby and ask if Nikki would like to hold it while they close Tommy up. His mouth opens but he doesn't make any noise, almost saying no. He just nods, and the doctor plops down the bundle in his arms.

Nikki looks down at... her, feeling an unexplained warmth spread across his chest. This is his own baby girl. Someone that he helped create, inside the boy that waited 7 months for him. His anxiety is melting away as he holds her, and he doesn't know why. Maybe it's because he can already tell that he's going to love her more than anything in the world.

"I wanna hold herrrr." Tommy begs in recovery, holding his arms out toward the baby.

"Oh I don't know...I mean she is mine after all..." Nikki jokes.

"You did not grow, so I hold!"

Nikki laughs and hands the baby to Tommy, settling down to get his first rest in almost a week

A/N: part 4 coming soon