Unspoken Oneshots

Double Trouble

Lil thang here with the Merome Clan! Hope you enjoy! ^^

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Mitch sighed as he lowered himself down onto the couch, completely exhausted, his bulging belly cradled in his arms as he laid back, wincing as the babies wriggled around inside of him, his aching abdomen twinging in pain.

Two weeks.

He was two whole weeks overdue for giving birth to the twins.

He didn't know if it was the bacca stubbornness his kids had inherited, or that they simply hadn't been ready to come out, but he had had it. He wanted them out. He was sick of it.

He groaned, rubbing the top of his belly as the babies continued to squirm, crooning quietly in an attempt to smooth them, calming their movements enough to ease his discomfort.

He and Jerome had - to his immense relief - found out that if either of them talked to the babies, then they would settle down almost instantly, soothed by the sounds of their daddies voices. Most days it worked like a charm.

Mitch closed his eyes, humming quietly to himself as he ran his hand over his bump, feeling along each bump and small thud along his slightly marred skin, the toil of carrying very large and exuberant children rather telling.

Jerome told him he was beautiful regardless, although Mitch still didn't care for the stretch marks running jagged up his stomach.

He heard a soft noise outside the bedroom door, and, cracking one eye open as the door creaked ajar, Mitch smiled when the familiar grinning face of his mate peeked his head through, his smile widening when Jerome walked in, two mugs in hand with a giant fluffy blanket stuffed under his arm.

"Hey lil mama, lemme sit down right here." Jerome purred, Mitch rolling his eyes at his mates dumbassery. This is the father of your children, he thought, amused.

He sighed, rubbing his belly as Jerome sat down, throwing the blanket over both their legs and handing Mitch a mug of cocoa, a sprinkling of mini marshmallows on top, which brought a tiny small to Mitch's face.

"How you holding up, biggums?" Jerome asked softly, as they sipped their drinks, Mitch curled into Jerome's side as much as he could with his belly, Jerome's arm around his shoulders.

Mitch let out an exhausted huff, closing his eyes and moaning into Jerome's shoulder with a humourless sigh.

"Being pregnant sucks. They won't stop moving around and I'm basically bedridden. What do you think?" he grumbled, wincing as once again, the hell spawns decided to start kicking for the umpteenth time.

Jerome chuckled, kissing the top of Mitch's head, making his mate whine and mumble about Jerome laughing at his pain, damnit. He ran a hand through Mitch's hair soothingly, scratching at the top of his mates scalp as he sat miserably next to him.

"Rough, eh? It'll be ok, babe, just wait, they'll be here soon, and when they are, there's gonna be a lot more sleepless nights." he hummed, draining the last of his cocoa and setting the mug down on the coffee table. Mitch hummed in agreement, his mug joining Jerome's on the table, biting his lip to stop himself moaning in discomfort and pain, as Jerome chattered about Seto bringing Lorcan's old bassinet over in the morning.

Mitch was suddenly quiet for a few minutes, and Jerome snapped his mouth shut, and looked down at him, eyebrows shooting up into his hairline as he saw tears dripping down his cheeks, face crumpled up and his teeth clamped down on his lip.

He immediately sat up, pulling Mitch closer and cooing to him gently, nuzzling his face into Mitch's hair, their mating bond quivering with the potent emotions flying between them.

"Mitch, sweetheart, why are you crying? What's wrong? Don't cry, biggums, shh, shh, I've got you." he crooned, a little panicked as Mitch's sobs got louder, hands fisting his tshirt weakly. Mood swings had been very common during the pregnancy, but he could tell that this was not just some hormonal imbalance, the way Mitch shook in his arms like a frail leaf.

"I-I just want them out of me, I h-hate this! I hate being pregnant! I can't d-do it, Jerome, I c-can't do it." Mitch wailed, sniffling and burrowing further into Jerome's chest, his shirt getting more and more wet as he continued to cry, the dull ache in his stomach easing a little as Jerome had him right. Almost a consolation.

Jerome whined low in his throat, heart clenching in sorrow for his mate. He knew Mitch was really struggling with this, he knew how hard the whole pregnancy had been on Mitch's body, how much pain he was in, how the hormones not only affected his emotions but also his rational thinking.

He knew Mitch felt like he was completely helpless during this, Seto no longer pregnant and able to relate as much as before, the others only able to offer sympathy and nothing more.

He knew all this and yet he couldn't do a damn thing, because he wasn't the one carrying them, he wasn't the one pregnant. All he could do was hold Mitch when he cried, and be there for him when he felt miserable. If anything, he was the more helpless one.

"Mitch, biggums, please, calm down, baby, it's ok, relax for me, that's it. I know you're stressed and worrying over being late, and those two little bastards use your bladder as a football," Jerome began gently, smiling a little when Mitch's sobs died down into small hiccups, a weak giggle emitting from his lips at the bladder joke. He tilted his head up, finger hooked under his mates chin, pressing their foreheads together.

"But baby, you're doing great. Better than great, amazing! It hurts and it's stressful and you probably feel like you want nothing more than to rip them out yourself, but once they're born, Mitch, it'll all feel worth it, mkay? So worth it. We'll have our twins with us, actually with us, and they're gonna grow up with us embarrassing them for the rest of our lives." he whispered, chuckling and skimming his hand over Mitch's huge belly, smiling when Mitch let out small giggles as he spoke, his instincts settling down as he managed to calm his mate.

Mitch sniffled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, still trembling a little in the aftershock, but managed to smile up at Jerome, calming down from his initial meltdown. He let out a shaky sigh, grip on Jerome's tshirt relaxing.

"T-thanks." he muttered meekly, letting his eyes flutter shut, tired, aching, and sore as hell, but content to lay in his mates arms.

Jerome just held him closer, fangs defending and letting out a satisfied rumble, tongue darting out and lapping a long stripe up Mitch's cheeks, Mitch giggling as the bacca began grooming him, a little thing he sometimes did when Mitch was feeling down or if he needed a little attention from his mate.

For a human it may have been weird, but Mitch loved the caring and instinctual part of his bacca. The grooming, the protectiveness, the little nesting habits Jerome had started picking up, all of it. Jerome loved him and he loved Jerome. Bacca instincts and all.

"Love you, mate." Jerome purred, planting a small - if somewhat clumsy due be the fangs - kiss on his temple, arranging them so that Mitch was practically lying on top of him, the blanket wrapping them both up and in a little warm burrito.

Mitch grinned, turning his head so that his lips caught Jerome's, kissing him back appreciatively, before tucking his head under his chin, sighing as he felt himself start to drift off. He was worn out.

"Love you too, bac." he whispered, both he and Jerome cuddling closer and letting themselves start to fall asleep, two mates happy and content to be in each other's arms, letting the inky web of sleep finally envelop them.

That is until, two hours later, Mitch had to wake them both up to pee.

At least Jerome got some apology smooches for it.

Just a domestic as hell Merome, the dorks getting sick and tired of waiting for their behbehs to arrive. Hope you enjoyed! ><