Request: c!George is giving birth in a cabin in the woods and he has twins, Purpled and Tubbo. George delivers Purpled to Punz and gives Philza to Tubbo in a box, and tells dream he lost the children (George, even though he loves dream, feels that dream will not be a father because we know that dresm is a tyrant at the end of the day)
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The cabin was far enough from the SMP, and very well hidden among the trees of that labyrinthine forest. Or at least George hoped it was.
The pants of effort were cut off by a pained groan. George felt like he was lucky he didn't give birth on the way to his hiding place. For days his abdomen had lost its perfect roundness, taking a shape more similar to that of a drop of water and the weight on his hips had increased, somehow. He had been able to feel the birth approaching, barely having the time to pack an improvised backpack and make the journey to his cabin as soon as Dream turned his back to him to tend to some situation with his stupid fights or whatever it was that he was doing.
The boy closed the door behind him, leaning against a wall as he waited for a contraction to pass. He had tried to keep some kind of record on the duration and intervals between the pains, and from what he could estimate based on Puffy's instructions, those babies wouldn't take long to start to come now.
George wobbled to bed in the middle of the little hut, having to stop once because of another cramp. Just thinking that he would have to give birth twice in a row discouraged him already, but it's not like there was anything he could do, other than... giving birth.
As he lay back on the bed, George thought about how things would be if he could have someone there with him. Puffy, who seemed to be an expert on the subject (father of one, mother of two, and grandmother of two, soon to be four; having been the person who helped deliver one of her grandchildren and from what it seemed, to have helped in a couple more births. She was a well experienced sheep when it came to delivering babies and pregnancy. She had been the one who had given the pair the news that their blessing would be double) or, screw it. George didn't care, Dream.
George would like to have him here so that he wouldn't be alone. Although his solitude had been planned in the first place to prevent Dream's terrible influence and erratic behavior from affecting the creatures, George felt terribly lonely. Dream was his partner after all, George loved him, but he couldn't ignore his destructive and tyrannical personality. Their children didn't deserve to be born in such an environment.
A couple of lonely tears slid down his face, and George tried to blame the pain for it, freeing himself of his pants and trying to make himself as comfortable as possible to deliver his babies.
A long process, which lasted for several more hours, but finally, in the trembling arms of the boy on the unmade bed, two little boys cooed and sighed happily against George's chest. Each one having been born in the image of one of their parents, the younger (for ten minutes) had brown hair and light blue eyes. And the older one was blond, and his eyes... George was almost sure that his eyes were purple, but he didn't see how that was possible, deciding to mark them as dark blue and forget about it. Neither of them had inherited Dream's green eyes.
The brunet was still panting a little, sore and exhausted, not to mention feeling absolutely disgusted by the blood and other unpleasant fluids that covered him almost everywhere. The bed was cold and soaked, and George couldn't stop thinking about the unpleasantness of the situation. And the inevitable what-will-be. Exhausted and honestly fed up with worrying about other things, George drifted to sleep, feeling the gentle movements of the twins in his arms and surrendering to exhaustion. George fell asleep.
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His body was still sore when George ventured out of his cabin in the woods two days after giving birth. The twins slept peacefully in a makeshift carrier made from a (clean) sheet that George had wrapped around his shoulders and torso, covered by a jacket that he had put on to hide the babies (they were heavy, his back would ache even worse after this). George couldn't live in that tiny cabin forever, sooner or later he would be found, and he couldn't go back to Dream with the babies in his arms either.
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