Our Little Eggs

Chapter 6

"Your gravy?"

"Oh, for the love of Satan, it's 'gravid,' not 'gravy,'" Stolas groaned.

"And it's mine?"

"Yes," Stolas replied, exasperated at having to repeat himself for the tenth time that night.

"Egg in there?" Blitzø leaned closely to Stolas's stomach. It was starting to make sense now—Stolas's shirt, the long list of names (which weren't exactly great, like "Stapler" or "Biscuit Queen," but whatever, it’s cool). And the sonogram. Blitzø placed his hand on Stolas's round belly. He had made this; he had helped create their kid, their baby. For once in his sad, pathetic shitty life, he had made something worth living.

Blitzø almost forgot that Stolas had kept this secret between them.

"Wait a minute," Blitzø said, looking at Stolas. "How long have you been pregnant?" Stolas's cheeks turned a dark velvet color as he looked away from Blitzø. His eyes were a deep red, lacking pupils, making it difficult to recognize his current emotions. But from the times he had spent with Stolas during the full moon—and outside, don’t judge him—he recognized that look. Was he embarrassed? Scared?

Okay, fuck maybe he lied about fully understanding Stolas's expression, but he knew something was wrong.

"Do you remember our last full moon?" Stolas asked, focusing on his fingers instead of looking at Blitzø. "I was busy finalizing the divorce and training Via, and I completely forgot to take my birth control."

"Two weeks after the full moon, I started to feel ill. I concluded that either Stella had poisoned me again—which seemed impossible—or I was dying. How silly is that?" Stolas said, forcing a laugh. Blitzø stared at him wide-eyed; all he heard was "poison me again." His tail began to move, making a whipping sound, and his instincts screamed to "kill" and "protect."

"And now we’re here. I'm gravid—well, technically pregnant—and you’re here with me," Stolas said, shifting closer to Blitzø. He gently placed a hand on top of Blitzø's, but Blitzø pulled away. "You don’t know how much I wanted to tell you. The guilt of keeping this child from you has been tearing me apart inside," Stolas said, his eyes welling with tears. "Please, say something."

"Two weeks, and you didn’t contact me. Two weeks, Stols. I never thought it was this!"

"Blitzy, please calm down."

"Don’t 'Blitzy' me right now, Stolas! I have every damn right to know that I have a child. I may be fucked up, but I’m not some shitty dad!" Blitzø yelled; shit, he was doing it again, yelling at Stolas. "What made you think I wouldn’t want anything to do with this kid? Do you think so low of me?”

“I'm sorry!” Stolas cried, wiping away the tears streaming down his face. “I wanted to tell you, but…” he hiccupped. “I thought you didn't want me. I thought you were obligated to be with me, to look at me, to touch me, and... I didn't want you to feel forced. I wanted you to be free from this.” He pointed at his round stomach. “I wouldn’t want anyone to feel that way, and I know what it’s like to be trapped in something you don’t want. I wanted you to be free from me.”

“Stols, you’re the dumbest and smartest bird I’ve ever met.”

“You know other birds?”

“That’s not the point.” Blitzø huffed. “The point is, I want to stick around. I want to be a part of this baby’s life. I wouldn’t want to miss a single thing.” Blitzø said, pulling Stolas into a hug. “You’re making me a father again.”

“Oh, Blitzy,” Stolas sobbed, squeezing Blitzø tightly in a hug.

“Stolas, I can’t breathe,” Blitzø gasped.

“Oh my stars, I’m so sorry, darling.”

“‘Sorry’ must be your favorite word if you’re using it so much, birdie,” Blitzø chuckled. “It’s alright, pretty bird. I know being pregnant makes you emotional and shit.”

“You have no idea,” Stolas chuckled tiredly. Blitzø pounced on him, careful not to hit Stolas’s stomach, and they both fell backward, landing softly on the cushions. Blitzø grabbed a soft blanket and covered himself and Stolas.

Blitzø wasn't a big fan of cuddling, not since he was a small imp who would always curl up with his mama, Fizz, and Barb in their tent, sharing made-up stories. But all of that is gone now. He wrapped his arms around Stolas’s waist, pulling him close, one hand on Stolas’s stomach and the other on his cheek.

“What now?” he asked.

“What do you mean, my love?”

“What will happen? Shit, I also have to tell Loonie and M&M about this. I was a huge asshole to them all week,” Blitzø said, his tail moving anxiously. Stolas softly held his tail, and instinctively, it wrapped around Stolas’s arm.

“One day at a time, darling. Let's not think about that right now,” Stolas mumbled. Blitzø tried his best not to laugh as he watched Stolas blink like a frog.

“Yeah, one step at a time,” Blitzø repeated, holding Stolas close. “Now go to bed, birdie. We have a long day tomorrow.”

“Mhh, alright,” Stolas said, pecking the top of Blitzø’s mark and mumbling, “Love you, good night.”

Lo and behold, Stolas started hooting, one of Blitzø’s favorite sounds.

Blitzø purred as he looked at Stolas’s bump and placed a kiss on it. “Don’t worry, eggie. Daddy will protect both of you,” Blitzø promised. He would kill anybody who ever laid a single claw on Stolas or their baby. Especially Stolas' bitch ex-wife. If she wasn't Via’s mother, he would shoot a bullet between her eyes in a single second.

This was different from the dream he had, but it would do—who was he kidding? It was better. Loona and Octavia would be big sisters, and Fizz and Ozzie would be amazing godparents, spoiling the baby. M&M would be the badass aunt and uncle.

Barbie.

He wanted Barbie to be a part of his baby's life. He wanted her to meet Loona. He had tried contacting her when he adopted Loona, but nothing worked. He tried different numbers and even attempted to break in, but it was all the same: Barbie didn’t want anything to do with him.

He whimpered and shook away the thoughts. Looking up, he saw Stolas sleeping, dark circles under his eyes. The soft glow from Stolas’s glass door illuminated him. Shit he looks beautiful.

“I don’t know what the future holds for us, Stols,” he whispered. “But I want it to be with you.” He interlocks his fingers with Stolas, and Stolas smiles in his sleep.

(SORRY FOR THE CRAPPY WRITING I WAS IN A RUSH YES I WILL POST STOLITZ CHILD DESIGN SOON BE PATIENCE W ME Y'ALL AND ENJOY THIS HORRIBLE CHAPTER :33)