A Bounty Hunter's Bundle

Movement

The doctor had worked long and hard on Valkyrie's leg--to be specific, all night. The warrior had screamed endlessly, and the Bounty Hunter had to keep him muffled. It was all over now. Lincoln doing the best thing he could think of for his mate, knocking him out.

The doctor had stumbled off somewhere, exhausted his hands numb and bloody and Lincoln had been left alone in the room. It reeked of blood and vomit--not his but Valkyrie's. His head pounded and he sat down wearily, breathing heavily. It was over. It was all over.

The warrior moaned, but he wasn't going to wake anytime soon. That punch had been designated to keep him under--to keep him from the cruel painful world. "You dumb bloody bastard," Lincoln spit, softly and to himself, "Do you have any idea how much fixing your leg cost!?"

He put his blood stained hands to his head, and sighed through his nose. He was so exhausted, and really didn't have time for this shit. Katarin was after them. After him. And not in a killing sense either, but a I'm going to catch you, keep you hostage, rape you, and force you to have my kid, kind of situation. Lincoln would have preferred the death situation. It was more his style and he could deal with that.

With a snarl, he pushed Valkyrie to the edge of the small little twin cot, and lay down beside him. "Fuck you," he spit at his mate, his stomach pressed uncomfortably against Valkyrie's muscled side. He was to tired to care though.

After punching Valkyrie's arm and spitting a few more curses he shut his eyes and unbelievably fell asleep instantly.

*******

The warrior had never felt such pain before. Had never broken a bone that large either, or made it sear through the skin. A fever also rage through him and his head pounded as he faded in and out of consciousness. A sturdy warm form was beside him, and as he groaned again he realized it was his little mate.

Lincoln had some how taken care of him despite the circumstances, and that made him fill with pride, yet rage at himself. Lincoln's shouldn't be taking care of him, but rather he should be taking care of him. His mate was pregnant after all, and didn't deserve to have to go through that. The pain faded slightly as the pride though seeped back in. Lincoln was going to be a wonderful parent. If he could drag the warrior all the way to a doctor, hold him down and go through all the stress, then he could do anything.

Valkyrie smiled slightly blinking groggily at his mate's curly mop of hair. His image was very blurry with the warrior's fever and headache degraded vision, but he could still make out a peaceful expression on the Bounty Hunter's face.

Shutting his eyes the warrior forced himself not to moan again at the pain. He gritted his teeth, Lincoln didn't deserve to have to be kept awake from his stupid mistake. Didn't deserve to have to go through anymore.

Focus Valkyrie. Focus. His mind screamed at himself. Get away from the pain. It was all he had to do. But what could he focus on!? He blinked his eyes open again as he realized the soft form pressed against his side--Lincoln's stomach. The warrior breathed heavily and lifted a lead filled arm, and placed it on his mate's stomach.

Turning his delicate hearing inward he just listened to their little heartbeats, and then the strong, study, slow heartbeat of his mate. He frowned when he heard a drumming sound. It scared him, and he tensed up. But it wasn't in the real world, it was happening inside Lincoln.

In another few minutes tears rolled down his eyes as he figured it out. The babies, they had started kicking. He could feel tiny little taps against his hand, and the adorable bump of his mate would jiggle and twitch.

Brown eyes suddenly met his, as Lincoln looked to his stomach and then back to the warrior, "What's happening?" he questioned in fear--the most the warrior had seen all day, despite everything else. "What's wrong with me? With them?"

Valkyrie shifted slightly to kissed the Bounty Hunter's cheek, "Nothing. They have began kicking."

"What? Why!?" Lincoln sputtered with a whine, and Valkyrie patted his stomach, smiling. "What have I done to them now!?"

"That's normal, Lincoln." Valkyrie responded softly, wishing so bad he could kiss Lincoln's stomach.

The Bounty Hunter's eyes met his again then looked to his stomach, "Really?" he choked out, "Because it feels weird."

"Absolutely," The warrior responded caressing Lincoln's plump stomach as they stopping kicking.

"What happened?" Lincoln sputtered, sitting up, holding both sides of his stomach and pulling up his shirt. Valkyrie laughed softly .

"They must have gotten tired silly. You're fine, they will do that on and off now for the rest of the pregnancy."

Lincoln nodded and slowly laid back down, into Valkyrie's waiting arms. "We have to get going within a few days. Not only is Katarin after us, but they're growing so quickly." The Bounty Hunter's voice grew softer, "I think I'm a little over four months now, and with twins they are going to come early."

Valkyrie nodded, "I will do my best for you. If he gives me the okay, that nothing will but hurt by horse back riding, I don't care the pain we can leave."

Lincoln nodded, and kissed the warrior on the lips, before snuggling back against him. "You stupid brute, you are ruining us."

"I'm sorry," Valkyrie whispered, pain in his voice, "I'll make it up to you. I'll take care of you. I'll find more money, you don't have to worry. I only trying to keep you safe."

"It's okay, you big dummy. Just leave the hunting to me and don't charge at a charging boar anymore." Valkyrie smiled and nodded.

"Link?"

"What?"

"Can you talk to me? It hurt's badly." 

The Bounty Hunter sighed, and grabbed the warrior's massive hand, before placing it on his stomach, "We are going to need to discuss names, and what the hell's gonna happen if I don't make it."

"How about something more positive? Like a nursery design?"

Lincoln groaned, then rolled his eyes, throwing a purr into his voice. "I suppose, but  just listen for the doctor. Homo's are not tolerated, especially a knocked up one, snuggling a man with a broken leg who sound's like he wants sex, with that voice of his."  

Valkyrie laughed slightly, "Of course darling, and..." he tipped his head towards Lincoln's belly, "dumplings."

The Bounty Hunter snorted, "dumplings. Really?"

"Fit's our little babies perfectly. They are sweet little adorable dumplings."

"Fiiiinnneeeee.....but I'm not a darling. I am not a woman."

"I'll find something better for you then...so what do you want to have in the nursery?" Valkyrie questioned, happy his mate was taking care of him again, and keeping him distracted from the throbbing pain. Yet at the same time still upset with himself. Lincoln should be sleeping, not having to coddle a trained warrior because he couldn't cope with pain. He didn't tell Lincoln to sleep though--he was selfish--and the fact Lincoln had a calm look in his eye helped things. It mean he could talk to Lincoln about anything right now and he planned to do just so.