Solangelo Mpreg Oneshots

It's All Going To Be Okay

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Thanks for the request! Sorry it took so long!

Nico's POV:

I don't know how he can be so calm! He was just told that carrying our babies to term would be fatal. He sat there calmly, his hands cupping his bump.

"What is the chance?" Will asked.

"About 48%," The doctor said.

48% is a lot. I can't let him go through with this. I know this would be hard, but I need to convince him to let one of the babies go. It's hurts me to say it, but babies should have both parents. Not one mediocre parent who is depressed because he lost his husband and only sees his dead husband in everything that concerns his child.

It hurts so much. I don't want to have to let one of the beautiful miracles we made go, but if that is the only way...then that's how it will be. Will looked over at me, looking for any sort of emotion.

"I think we should let one of the babies go," I said, choosing my words carefully.

Will looked hurt. I noticed his hands stopped rubbing his bump.

"I'm not getting rid of one of our babies! I'm not choosing one to die!" Will yelled, defending the babies.

"It's not like I want one of them to die!" I yelled back.

"You don't seem to want them to live!" Will yelled.

"You always paint me to be some bad guy! Is it wrong for me to want my husband?!" I yelled.

"Yes! We made these babies to show our love and you want to throw them away the minute it doesn't look good! I want to do this! So what if I die?! I love these babies! I'm not going to choose which one I love more!" Will yelled.

"Will, Nico stop. You both need to calm down," the doctor said.

We both stopped, looking in different directions. If he wants to be stubborn, he can. I'll talk to Chiron when we see him again. Maybe there is something he knows of.

"Nico, I know you worry for me. I need you to back me up in this though. I am scared and I need you. I'm scared," Will said.

I nodded, getting up to hug him. I settled next to him, putting my hand next to his. Both our hands rested on his bump as we got more information.

• • • •

It's been a rough pregnancy. I'm constantly worried about different things. Will has been trying his hardest to make everything seem okay, but it's not.

This is one of those times. I slammed the tools onto the floor, trying to put together each babies crib was hard. I messed up again, the screw not screwing in. The instructions were hard and my patience was wearing thin.

I threw the tool across the room. Will turned around from where he was folding clothes from the baby shower. He was holding a cute onesie that was a beautiful teal. We decided to make the room lilac, white, and black.

When we learned we were having two baby girls, Will couldn't stop talking about all the cute baby stuff he wanted to buy.

He set down the onesie, coming to sit on the floor next to me. I didn't realize it until he wiped away a tear. I'm crying. I don't even know why.

Will held me, not saying anything. He does this a lot. When I don't know what to say or I don't want to talk, he holds me and waits. It's something I love about him.

"What's wrong?" Will asked, eventually after I hadn't talked.

"I want this to be ready and I can't seem to figure out the instructions. It's frustrating," I said.

"Are you sure that's it?" Will asked.

"No, I want everything to be perfect. I want your pregnancy to be easy, but most of all I want to be a great dad," I said.

"Who says you won't be?" Will asked.

"You have a connection with them already. They rely on you. To me, they have nothing. All I provided was genetic material to make them come to life. How can you be so calm when all I fear is hurting them?" I asked, breathless from my outburst of emotion.

"I don't know anything. I don't know, but I still want to give it my all. I fear hurting them all the time. I worry about everything I do. I've learned that worrying can make even the brightest moments seem dull. I try not to worry too much because I want to be the best for them. Besides, I'm sure most parents are afraid to hurt their babies," Will said.

I nodded, hugging him. HIs bump got in the way, but I didn't care. I held him for as long as I could before the babies voiced their discomfort in the form of kicks. Will broke the hug, giving them room.

• • • •

It was a dark and stormy night. We weren't prepared for anything. Will's due date still wasn't for five more weeks.

He woke me up to a clap of thunder. He pointed to the increasingly stained sheets. I quickly jumped out of bed. He was Lamaze breathing to help with the discomfort and pain.

I watched as he clutched his bump tightly. I held his hands. He squeezed them, trying his best to deal with the pain.

"Nico. We have to have the babies here. We can't go out. If we go out, we will most likely crash. The powers been out for a while and the rain makes it hard to see," Will said, panting for breath.

"You can't. We need medical supervision. The doctors warning," I said.

"I'm going to have these babies now. So you either help or you can get out," Will said.

I nodded, grabbing some supplies. It was a long and hard labor. The entire time, Will coached me through the labor. I wasn't even the one in labor!

He explained to me everything that was happening. I realized that I was freaking out, and that was the only thing that was keeping me grounded.

"Okay, I want you to guide the baby out. You need to make sure the cord isn't around her-nhhhh-neck," Will said.

He panted, pushing the baby out more. It looked like it hurt. He was stretching and panting while clutching his bump tightly. He clutched the sheets, groaning in pain.

Eventually, he pushed enough times for a messy baby to slide onto the bed. I cradled the baby as Will collapsed back onto the pillows we laid out on the floor.

I cut the cord, cleaning the screaming baby off. Will's legs tensed as he had another contraction. I watched as he bore through each contraction. He held our first baby on his chest.

We both cooed at her, as her little lips puckered. She's going to be our little princess. I watched as she moved her tiny hand. It was in a fist, and she curled up more on Will's chest.

Will looked over at me, trying to convey what he was feeling. Will's legs tensed and I nodded. I took the baby from him, putting her in one of the bassinets.

Will screamed again, trying to get our other baby out. He pushed for a long time before the baby even crowned. He yelled at the burning ring he felt when the head.

"It's okay. You don't need to panic. The baby is crowning again. Just like-uh! before" Will said, "Just catch her!"

I helped guide the baby out, catching her. Will collapsed onto the pillows spent. I cleaned off the baby, cooing at her. I looked at our other baby. They were both so tiny.

Will reached out for the baby, and I set her on his chest. Will grabbed onto her, kissing her head softly. I smiled at the sight. I picked up our other daughter who didn't seem to like being evicted from her home for nine months.

She stopped crying when she was put onto Will's chest. Will smiled at me.

"I told you nothing would happen. You are a great daddy to them already. It's all going to be okay," Will said.

Chiara Di Angelo - Solace and
Luciana "Luci" Di Angelo - Solace were born on September 11 at 4 AM