Wait.. lemme get this straight...

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." Blitzø shook his head. "What the fuck ya mean?"

"Well, Oz is infertile, and we don't really know if a sin and an imp could have a kid anyway. I know you the best, and Oz knows Stolas. And we thought if you were both okay with it, we could work something out."

Ozzie mutters, "It wasn't WE. It was all YOU."

Fizz bats at his arm gently, "Oh, shush."

Blitzø sighed and pinched the bridge of where his nose should be if he had one. "Do I get to fuck you?"

Ozzie is about to complain, but Fizz interrupts him by saying: "If that's what you want in return, do what ever your fucking heart desires."

"Well you're in for a long night, then, Skippy." Blitzø grinned snidely. Not like this had been a dream of his or anything.

"Fizzy, I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this-" Ozzie speaks up.

"C'mon, guys! It won't mean anything. Right, Blitzø?"
Blitzø could practically see the stern expression Fizz was giving him all the way from Lust.

"Means nothing." Blitzø nodded in agreement. "Just a good fuck. I do it all the time."
His smile widens, "Did it with Moxxie once."

"Moxxie? Really-?" Fizz actually sounded surprised about this resolution.

"Sure. Moxxie was having a bad day at home with the Mrs. and I suggested we get a drink. 3 glasses and he was spewing up his guts like nothing. All his problems and all his pent up emotions. Y'know, like when we'd steal Dad's booze and sit up on that hill and just drunkenly talk for hours. Heh. He was... Easily convincible. Much like you were when we were younger." He snickered at the memory. "Man, that was a good day."

"When I tell ya Moxxie was at my feet beggin' for my dick, I'm not kidding. He was on the floor, hands and knees, giving me the whole puppy eyes and romantic and sexy pleas and everythin'. The whole shebang. We went at it for a fantastic few hours. Hard and fast and never letting up. Got cum all over my office. Probably at it for about.. mm.. about eight hours maybe. Maybe longer. Eh. We started in the morning and by the time we were done, it was dark outside. I'll say that much."
"Mills wasn't even upset. She wanted to see us do it." He laughed.

"Wow." Is all Fizz has to say. Oz is stunned to silence.

"Well anyway." Blitzø leans back in his office chair, looking over a sheet of paper, trying to read the cursive handwriting of his whiny, stuck up employee Moxxie. Satan damn it. He asked him TO WRITE IN PRINT. Cursive is too fucking swirly and confusing.
"Were you planning on carrying? I'd have to get out my IUD if you wanted me to."

Fizz is about to answer when he pauses. "You can carry?"

"Yeah. What's the big deal?"

Silence on the other end of the phone.

"..Guys? What?"

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDDING WHEN YOU TOLD ME YOU HAD A MISCARRIAGE WITH VEROSIKA-" Fizz just fucking shouts.

"The fuck would I joke about that?" Blitzø is actually a little offended at the accusation. His miscarriage with Verosika had been terrifying. He knew he was gonna get dumped for the loser he was. She'd never forgive him for sleeping with someone else, even THOUGH she's a literal whore and does it for money. As a fucking JOB.

"I- I don't know!! You make shitty jokes about everything!" Fizz fumbles.

"Well, I didn't make it up. It felt like a bitch, if you must know. Made a mess of my favorite boxers, too."

Ozzie is just quiet- not sure if he should actually contribute to this awkward conversation or not.

Fizz sighs, "I.. I'm sorry I thought that you would joke about that.."

"Apology accepted." Blitzø smiles as he props up his feet on the table, seeing an imp flying through the air past his building- for once not through his window.
"So.. ya gonna answer my question or just sit there silent like an asshole?"

Fizz nods ands starts explaining things.

"Well, after the accident- " Blitzø felt a wave of guilt come over him, he'd never forgive himself for what he did. Ever.
"-my body wasn't in great condition, if you remember." How could he forget? "And any periods I've had since have been really sporadic. When Oz and I went to the doctors, they said it'd be very hard for me to get pregnant. But, they didn't say impossible."

Blitzø just made a 'hmm' sound in acknowledgement, his mind wandering.

"Maybe we could meet up somewhere today?" Oz suggests, "Like you and Stolas could come here to Lust or we could come to Stolas's palace, if that'd be alright with you and Stolas."

You and Stolas.

That's something Blitzø had never thought he'd be able to say without a big bucket of dread and misery and guilt.

But now he could.. he absentmindedly ran his thumb over the ring on his finger, relishing at the feel of the small diamond horses engraved on it. It still brought a chill to him whenever he did this. Like it was some huge secret he was keeping from everyone. I mean, it wasn't. He now proudly wore the fact that Stolas and him were together like it was printed on the front of his shirt. He wasn't trying to hide it at all anymore.

In fact, he hadn't taken the ring off since the day Stolas had popped the question.

Well, he did take it off during some of the rougher missions, in fear of losing such a beautiful and meaningful thing in the slums of Earth, but he'd been wearing it the entire day- even on today's mission. And no one had called attention to it. He wasn't surprised that Loona didn't notice it, she didn't really pay attention to him, and on top of that, she'd been acting weird lately, but he just assumed she was stressed; he figured Moxxie would question him and berate him about it. Or at least Millie would be happy for him.

"BLITZØ!"

Blitzø snapped out of what ever trance he was in, shaking his head. He hadn't heard a word. "Sorry. W-What did you say?"

"We asked what time would work for you and Stolas."

This time, Blitzø caught himself before he wandered into another fantasy.

"Um. I'll ask Stolas if you guys can come over to the palace." Which he might add, he lived at now. Loona had taken over his old apartment, and relished the fact that she could be on her own. Blitzø sometimes went to stay with her over night, or she came back to the palace on weekends or holidays, but mostly, she was independent from him, and anyone else as far as he knew. She hadn't asked for money once since he moved to the palace. So he guessed she must being doing well enough. Not like he didn't constantly worry about her, or anything. He did. Quite frequently.

Blitzø started to text something to Stolas, but gave up after he tried and failed multiple times. "Ugh. Fuckingphone,youpieceofshit. I'll just call him. I'll call back with the answer." He hung up before either Fizz or Ozzie could respond.

And he called Stolas.