Mpreg one shots

Precious gifts

Angel had gone into labor during the night, Alastor stayed right by his side from the moment he felt his first contraction.

It had been a few hours since Angel began feeling contractions, Alastor helped him stand up from their place on the bed and led him to the nursery.

"Okay, love. We're in the nursery now. Just sit down and try to relax" he soothed, urging for Angel to sit down.

Angel rolled his eyes and sat down. "I know I'm in the nursery. Can you please just stop babying me?"

"I know. I can't help it, darling. You're so fragile right now" Alastor bit his lip and gently rubbed Angel's shoulder.

Angel groaned softly, he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. "Ya think I don't know that? Ah... Man... Everything hurts. My feet hurt, my back hurts. This kid is kicking the crap out of me"

He began taking slow, deep breaths, Alastor rubbed his shoulders.

"That's it, love. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out the mouth" Alastor soothed softly.

After a few minutes, Angel got tired of sitting down and decided to stand back up, he leaned against Alastor's chest and slowly rocked his hips from side to side.

He kept taking slow, deep breaths, then suddenly, he felt his water break, causing him to gasp in shock, his legs began to tremble.

"Ah! Al... Al... Wha... Did... Did my water just break?" he asked shakily.

"Yes, yes it did, love. Just relax. Just relax. Let's go to the bedroom, okay?" Alastor's heart was beating out of his chest as he guided Angel to their bedroom.

He helped Angel settle in bed, Angel was in an immense amount of pain.

"I changed my mind! I can't do this! I-I can't do this! It hurts so bad!" he cried.

"Angel, we need you to relax, we know it hurts" Charlie soothed, rubbing his lower back.

"Yes, you can, Angel. You just need to breathe. Focus on my voice" Alastor gently squeezed his hand and rubbed his shoulder.

"Niffty, I need you to wet a towel, keep two dry"

"Yes, Sir!" she chirped.

Angel held Alastor's hand to his cheek with tears streaming down his face, he tried desperately to keep his breathing steady.

Alastor, I swear, if you say one more word, I'm going to strangle you!

"Jenni, how does everything look?"

"He's crowning, sir"

"Alright, good, good. Angel, I need you to-" Alastor's sentence was cut short when Angel roughly grabbed him by the shirt.

"Son of a f*cking b*tch! This is all your fault!" he yelled.

"Sh*t! F*ck! Wh*re!"

"Sir, you need to get down there!" Jenni exclaimed.

Alastor rolled up his shirt sleeves. "She's right, Angel. When I tell you to, I need you to push, okay? Can you do that for me, Angel?"

Angel bit down harshly on his bottom lip, grabbing onto Jenni, who sat beside him, he nodded and took a few deep breaths.

"Okay, here we go, Angel. Push" Alastor instructed.

"Ahhh!" Angel cried in pain, squeezing Charlie's hands with two of his and squeezing the life out of Jenni with his others.

"That's it, you're doing great, Angel. Breathe" Alastor looked up at Angel with an encouraging smile.

After several agonizing seconds, Alastor reached out and caught the baby, he smiled brightly and gently cleaned her up.

"It's a girl. Oh, Angel. She's so beautiful. My precious princess. Darling, she looks just like you" he cooed to the baby girl.

"Al... Al... Al!" Angel exclaimed, catching Alastor's attention.

"What? What's wrong, love?"

"Al! There's another baby coming, Al!" Angel cried frantically.

"What?! Another one?!" Alastor quickly handed the baby girl over to Niffty to have her cleaned.

"Okay, you're doing great, Angel. You're already crowning. Just breathe"

"Ahhh!" Angel cried.

2 hours later

Angel laid in bed with the twins in his arms, a healthy little girl and a bouncing baby boy.

He smiled tiredly, watching as Niffty brushed the babies' hair and placed a little bow on the baby girl's head.

Alastor stepped into the room with a proud smile spread across his face.

"My word, darling. You look absolutely beautiful. You're still glowing" he sat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers through his son's whispy red hair.

"It's funny, I've taken many lives, but I never thought I'd make life. It's true what they say. Since they're mine, I feel the same type of warmth I feel toward you. What will you name them, mon amour?"

Angel smiled. "Well, ya did, big guy. You and me"

He thought for a moment, looking down at his son and daughter sleeping peacefully in his arms.

"I was thinking for the little girl, Vivian and for the boy, call him Bucky. How does that sound?"

Alastor smiled. "Those are perfect names, love" he leaned forward and gave Angel a tender kiss.

"I love you so much" he whispered.

"I love you too, Smiles" Angel whispered in return.