Who Said Karma Hates You? [Polyshipping Mpreg]

Sticks and stones may break my bones....

"Babe come out of the bathroom."

"No! You're still mad at me." Tom sighed hearing the sobs through the door. At the moment both Edd and Matt were out doing the shopping leaving Tom and Tord at home. The whole reason why Tord locked his pregnant ass in the bathroom was sitting on Tom's desk.

"Tord I'm not mad at you. I know you didn't mean to break Susan. Please come out of the bathroom." Hearing no response but more sobbing, Tom sighed softly heading to his room and grabbed a pick he used while playing Susan. Moving back to the bathroom door, he used the pick to open the door showing the sobbing mess Tord had turned into. Scooping up the small communist, Tom carried him back to the living room, Tord squirming all the way. He flopped back onto the couch, holding Tord on top of him. Rubbing the sobbing mess on the back, he vaguely wondered how much longer they had to deal with this. "I'm not mad Tord, it's fine. At this point everyone has broken her at least once. She's been broken so many times that I can fix her from memory."

"B-but-" Tord had started speaking, the fact that he was crying making him stutter.

"No buts. Now let's dry those tears of yours and cuddle. Okay?" Smiling at the other, he used his thumbs to wipe Tord's face before peppering small kisses all over, earning a giggle from Tord. Watching the shorter drift off to sleep, Tom smiled as he let his eyelids close.

About an hour later Edd and Matt came back from the store. After taking a few pictures, Edd placed a blanket over the duo before going off to help put the groceries away.
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"Close dammit!" Tord stood in front of the closet in their renovated and shared bedroom. At the moment he was attempting to dress himself when he found that his pants wouldn't close. Struggling with putting the button through its slot, he felt a small pinch and tug of his skin being pulled closer to itself. Groaning in annoyance, he let the denim go before glaring at his own reflection in the mirror. "I'm fat..."

"Tord? You coming to breakfast? Tord, what are you doing?" He glanced over at the door to see Edd, the brunette looking at him confused. Pouting ever so slightly he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I was trying to get dressed. I can't fit my pants Edd! I'm fat!" To emphasize his point, Tord tried to pull his pants together once more. The Denim came closer to meeting seconds after he let go. Tearing up he watched the dark brunette move over to him. Edd knelt down in front of him and glancing at the 'fat' his boyfriend was whining about. Chuckling softly he rubbed the spot keeping the pants from fitting correctly.

"I have no clue how you managed to get your pants on the past few days but I know for a fact that you're not getting fat. All I can see is the babies growing and pushing your skin further out." He looked down as he watched Edd lift his shirt up and kiss the small bump. Well it did make since, he was carrying twins and in his second trimester...

"But I can't fit my pants..." He pouted softly before grazing his fingers over the small bump on his middle. Watching as the brunette stood from the floor, Tord saw him move over to the closet before pulling out an old pair of pants.

"I don't know how big these will be on you, but it's something." The brunette handed over a bigger pair of pants, ones that he would need a belt to hold up. Taking the denim from his boyfriend, he kicked off the pants that were too small before pulling on the ones he was given. The fabric hung off one hip, barely staying up even with his hand holding it up.

"Thanks Edd. I'll be out for breakfast in a few minutes." Moving back over to the closet, he grabbed a belt and pulled it through the loops on the pair of jeans. They were still a little big on him, but he could deal with the pantlegs swallowing his legs up later. Placing his hand on the spot where Edd's was just a few minutes ago he smiled, feeling joy in knowing that his babies were growing. Shuffling out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, he felt like an idiot by how much the pants were bigger than him. Watching as all three looked towards him he felt his cheeks heat up.

"Tord. What the hell are you doing?" Tom was referring to the pants, but it wasn't like Tord knew this.

"I'm coming to eat breakfast." He paused tearing up. Did Tom hate him again? What did he do? Did his supposed boyfriend not care about himself and the twins? Backing up a few steps, Tord ran from the room and locked himself in the bathroom, crying his eyes out. The thumping of three sets of feet could be heard coming closer. Pounding on the door was heard.

"Love what's wrong?" The gentle voice of Matt was heard through the door. The only response he gave was sobbing. None of them probably cared. They probably didn't want the babies in the first place. Hearing the door being picked unlocked and voices through the door only barely through his crying, he scooted back into the corner of the bathroom. As the door was opened, he saw as all three moved into the room and surrounded him. He felt his tears being wiped away as well as a cup of water being handed to him. Three sets of arms engulf him in a cuddle like pile, him being moved onto a lap. He could feel calm hands run through his hair.

"Let's figure this out so it doesn't happen again. I gave Tord a pair of my old pants because he couldn't fit into his." Edd kissed his cheek after he finished speaking. He had begun to calm down, his tears being replaced by hiccups. Matt's hands were still running through his hair, the motions calming him.

"I probably said what I did wrong. I was trying to ask what he was doing wearing pants that were swallowing him up for. I didn't mean to make you cry love." He nodded as Tom stopped speaking. He was calm now, taking small sips of the water before hiccuping. Yelping softly as he felt himself being lifted, he clung to Tom tightly. Seconds later he could hear his stomach growl, blushing brightly as he heard the other three chuckle.

"Let's go feed you Todd!" Matt took him from Tom and ran into the kitchen, dropping him in one of the chairs at the table. Moments later Edd and Tom entered the kitchen while Matt was cooking -he probably shouldn't be but it doesn't really matter right now- Tom holding a pair of pants over his arm.

"We found you a different pair of pants to wear because those put you at a risk for tripping on the legs and falling. But change after you eat, don't want you three starving." Edd spoke up as Tom draped the smaller pants over the back of the chair, Matt placing a plate of food in front of him. Tearing up again, Tord laughed with a large smile on his face. All three looked at him confused and worried, thinking he was upset about something.

"I love you guys so much. I don't know how I'd survive without you three." Wiping his own tears, Tord grinned before starting to eat.

About twenty minutes later, Tord let the giant pants fall off his hips before he pulled on the pair that his boyfriends had given him. They were probably Tom's by how much bigger they were on him without being too much. Looking down he grinned as he saw his toes, them having been swallowed by the denim of the other pair of pants. Taking his hoodie off it was easy to tell that there was a little weight gain from the twins as there was a bump keeping his shirt from being too loose on him.

He glanced over to his right arm, the skin littered with scars and marks that proved it was almost lost, there were spots that were still wrapped in bandages because they hadn't healed fully and were still weak enough to open easily. The side of his face only showed the scars, the one over his eye being the worst and most noticeable. He was lucky that it hadn't actually damaged his eye.

Walking out of the bedroom, he made his way back into the living room, his boyfriends sitting on the couch and chair watching the TV. All three looked over as he walked into the room, smiling as they noticed how much the twins were showing as well as how much better his wounds looked. Sitting between Tom and Edd on the couch, he joined them in watching the television.

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1530 words

Just some fluff

Weeks 14 and 15 of 40+

I started crying at the end of this because my body just wants me to cry with Tord. [it's betrayal p~q]

Tord is really showing now as he's almost halfway through his pregnancy. I also have no clue if I should continue after the kids are born.... ......nevermind I know what I'm doing now. Tis a secret for y'all though >:3

First part was week 14
Second part was week 15
He's getting bad mood swings

~Mari [1/20/18]

[it's been a while since I put art with a chapter Huh? ]