Eleven

Chapter Three: έντεκα

A/N: WARNING: FLUFF. Lots of fluff. Like major fluff. Fluff, fluff, fluff. Prepare yourselves because I couldn't seem to control myself. Seriously. Fluff.

Dedicated to mmatthews1020 - Maybe you should start writing GB fan fiction in celebration of your little boy being born?! Yes, I think that is a splendid idea. Let's do that.

Chapter Three: έντεκα

A mild feeling of nausea was beginning to set in as I heard the boys' voices increase in volume, but I couldn't tell if it was from the baby or my own frayed nerves.

"Sang?" I vaguely heard Sean's voice pulling me out of my errant thoughts. "Sang, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I answered automatically, turning to face his doubtful expression. "Sorry, I just spaced out for a second."

"If you say so, Pumpkin," Sean sighed before smiling at me. "Why don't you say hi to the guys and get them all settled? Owen has been talking my ear off about your announcement or whatever it is you're hiding from the time you two hung up to the second you walked through the door."

Sean chuckled as I let out a quiet groan, then he disappeared into the hallway as I saw Gabriel and Luke come bounding into the room.

"Where's my sugar, Cupcake?" Luke asked with a grin, striding straight towards me and pulling me into a deep kiss.

Luke's lips were warm as they melded against mine. As his tongue traced my lips and I parted them, eager as ever, I distantly noted that his tongue held a vague flavor of starbursts. It didn't mix very well with my pasta breath, but Luke pulled away with a grin before placing a softer, chaste kiss on my lips.

"And where's my 'hello,' Trouble?" Gabriel asked from beside us, not waiting for an answer before he turned my shoulders towards him and planted his lips on mine in a hard, closed-mouth kiss. Backing away with a loud smack sound as our lips parted, Gabriel smiled. "How'd it go with the doc?"

"I want to tell everyone at once," I shook my head, pointing towards the seated area. "Can you make sure everyone gets a seat? I'll get drinks ready, but I need to do something first."

"You got it, Trouble," Gabriel responded slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion before Luke tugged him away.

"Dibs on an end seat!" Luke called, racing towards the couches. Taking a deep breath, I didn't see any of the other boys as I hurried past Owen and North in the kitchen. Finding myself in a small hallway that led to the garage, I slipped through a door and closed myself in the bathroom.

Feeling the butterflies in my stomach threatening to mutiny, I lowered the toilet lid before collapsing on top of it.

This was hands down the most nervous I'd ever been. Worse than any time I'd seen my step-mother's eyes turn crazed before a punishment. Worse than the time I had to tell Owen I wrecked his car during driving lessons with Luke. Worse even than the nine separate times I'd told my boys 'I do' during ceremonies that were only recognized by our friends and family.

This was something brand new. I'd dealt with my step-mother's punishments before, I knew what to expect and I'd built up a tolerance. Aside from the two hours I'd spent emptying my stomach with anxiety, I'd known Owen would be more concerned with Luke and mine's safety than his precious BMW. I'd already loved the boys and committed myself to them years before we made anything 'official.' In the back of my mind during those ceremonies, I knew I'd just been reiterating something we'd already promised.

We'd never had a baby before. This was brand new, and maybe my hormones were already out of whack but I did not have a single idea for how to tell them.