Our Little Eggs

Chapter 4

Stolas had learned a few things about pregnancy, one creating living being inside of him, and two fucking morning sickness. Cravings, mood swings, and the egg being against his damn blatter (Fuck you Blitz) were among the other things.

How could he not have noticed the change in his body? He quickly realized that he had put on a few pounds and blamed it to his new recent habit of crying and eating ice cream and cereal while watching Hella Novella. He didn't give it much attention; yes, he vomited, but he blamed it on his recent eating habits. He was also moody with everyone, including his staff and his father.

During a discussion about the divorce with Stella, he raged at his father because it was bad for his "reputation," which he didn't care about. He threw his father's glass mirror against the wall, seeing it splinter into pieces.

What does his father know? He doesn't give a damn about his reputation and couldn't care less if divorcing Stella was a "horrible" decision. He was finally free; he wasn't confined in a gilded cage, and he was able to fly his wings far from his family's demand and Stella's malice.

And now he was creating a new life within himself.

"Dad, look over there!" His charming daughter pointed to a tiny imp plushie. Stolas smiled at his daughter's joy; who knew she'd enjoy shopping for baby items?

"Do you think the baby would like it?" She said, moving her neck to the side. "I'm sure they would love it. Let's purchase it.

Although he found it challenging to decorate the nursing room, he enjoyed painting and decorating the walls, and Via even assisted him. For Stolas, there were other matters to consider deciding on a baby's name. Just in case, he jotted down a long list of names for both boys and girls.

He knew instantly what to name Octavia as he held her for the first time. He has no idea why naming this baby is so hard.

"Dad, all you needed to do was choose a boy and a girl's name. Not a whole list!"

Via looked through the list, making a little hooting sound and pointing at two names. “How about Orion for a boy's name and Nova for a girl's name?"

He smiled brightly. “Those are perfect names, darling.”

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There was nothing wrong with being pregnant, but there was something he hated about it. And it wasn’t the morning sickness or the fact that he had to buy new clothes because the ones he had were barely fitting. No, it was that Blitz was going to be the father, and he wasn’t going to be a big part of their baby’s life.

He desperately wanted to tell Blitz that he was pregnant, but Blitz made it very clear he didn’t want to have anything to do with him. He didn’t even bother to send a message, or even to stay the night with him. Why in hell would Blitz want anything to do with a miserable excuse for a prince?
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He was having trouble falling asleep.

Although he made a great effort, the egg pressing against his bladder was not helping.

In an attempt to go to sleep, he walks to the kitchen and brews himself some tea, but it doesn't help. He tries to fall asleep, but he keeps struggling.

He feels the urge to puke all of a sudden. Without waiting, he jumps up, dashes to the bathroom, and pukes on the floor, missing the toilet. His arms encircle his stomach as he moans. Perhaps that was the source of his discomfort. Maybe he can sleep at last now.

He moves toward his bed but stops.

He stares through his stained glass doors at a familiar shadow.

Was he going crazy?

Should he open the door, or just ignore it and go to bed? "Stolas?" And he wasn't crazy. That was Blitz talking. Blitz is here.

He came back.

(SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER)