The Child We Have Now {C!Skephalo Sequel}{Complete}

Confessions

"Cellbo, is fine." Roier had told his husband when he cried. "Those assholes cannot do anything to us. I am Mexican, I can be fine."

Roier didn't end up being fine. He was pregnant, much like Skeppy was a couple years ago. Trapped in his own body and wanting nothing more but to be dysphoric in peace.

"They want the baby, they'll do anything." Cellbit insisted.

"Why are they so obsessed with a baby not even close to being born yet? It's easier to kidnap born babies, no?"

Cellbit was looking out the living room window, paranoid. "I've noticed something..."

"Tell me, mi amor." Roier ran his hand along Cellbit's lower back. "What is it?"

"Have you noticed who they hire?" Cellbit asked, knowing his husband was he oblivious type. "They keep hiring trans people."

"M'nokay?" Roier raised an eyebrow. "They are pretending to be like...open-minding you know? So that's why."

Cellbit shook his head. "It's not just trans people, it's trans people with kids. We're expecting, Pac has a child, that new guy they hired has a child."

"The new guy is trans?" Roier tilted his head. "How do I not know?"

"Because you don't pay attention." Cellbit huffed. "That's not the point. The point is...there's so many trans people working there. And I think it's significant. I mean...possible religious cult? Trying to 'save' children? I don't know, but I think they are most likely being creepy towards other people's babies too."

Roier shrugged. "I– I don't know, Bebê." He leaned into Cellbit's side. "We'll talk to the police, and we'll work it out. I'm going to walk up to Cucurucho and quit tomorrow, okay? It'll be fine."

Cellbit knew it wouldn't be fine.

He did what he did to protect his husband, but in the end he just ended up killing him.

Now he was sitting in police custody, while the police investigated him.

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Hani started crying early that morning. Skeppy went to get her and brought her back to his bedroom.

"I changed her, maybe we should get something to eat." Skeppy said, half asleep. He set Hani down on the middle of the bed. She immediately curled up and stopped whining.

"S'gebby, she can't sleep in our bed. She'll get too attached."

"It's for a minute." Skeppy huffed and sat on the bed. "She's only gonna be a baby for so long, Bad."

Bad rubbed his eyes and looked over at his daughter. She was looking back at him with wide glossy eyes. "Oh no, you developed your dad's little sad eyes. You'll never be told no again."

"Aww, baby." Skeppy crawled over and rested his hand on Hani's side. "You're learning to manipulate your dad already. Good job."

"Hey." Bad groaned. "we're supposed to raise a good child."

"No, we don't have to try with the first one. The first baby always somehow ends up okay. It's the second and third babies that get a little wonky."

"Third?!" Bad put a hand over his chest. "I love you, but I do not want you to get pregnant ever again."

Skeppy frowned. "Hey...What's so bad about wanting another baby?"