connor x hank

9 - When The Time Comes

Hank paced back and forth outside the bedroom door. He came home late from work, to find Connor already in bed. There was something different though. Connor had a baby bump. He couldn't stop thinking about Cole. His baby boy, gone at seven. He fell to his knees, leaning back against the door. He felt hot tears trickling down his cheek. He loves Connor. I don't know what I'd do if I lost them too. He sobbed lightly, trying to get himself together. The tears kept coming, even as he went and laid down next to Connor. Connor, feeling Hank's arms around him, turned over to see his partner. He cupped Hank's face, before noticing the wet streaks.
"What's wrong, Lieutenant?" He asked, his chocolate brown eyes full of concern. Hank replied only by crying into Connor's shoulder. Connor rubbed his arm before pecking his forehead. After a while, Hank drifted asleep on Connor's chest. Connor lied awake, thinking about the day ahead. They're going to find out the gender of the baby today. We'll handle it when the time comes.

-the next day-
"Hank! We're gonna be late if you don't get up!" Connor called after his still sleeping partner. When he didn't get a response, he yelled, "Okay, you just won't get to know the gender!". He heard Hank moan and complain. He smirked, knowing that Hank was getting up now. When Hank walked into the kitchen in his boxers, he burst out laughing at the sight of Connor. He was eating cereal, while letting the bowl set on his stomach like a table. "I thought you didn't eat, tin can?" He said after catching his breath. "I don't but our baby does." He replied, pouting.
On the way to the hospital, Connor was elated. "I can't wait! We can go over my list for names and we can get paint for the room and-" Connor was cut off by a kiss from Hank. When they pulled away, Hank said, "We're here, Connor." Connor blushed and hurried out of the car, and into the hospital. As soon as they were inside, Hank checked them in and walked over to where Connor was sitting. They held hands while they chatted back and forth about things they had to do later this week, before the baby came.
Connor looked around, and turned a navy blue. Everyone else in the waiting room, was staring. He felt like he was going to be sick. Hank noticed his blue face, and grew concerned. "Connor, are you okay?"
"Y-Yeah, i'm fine."
"That's bullshit. What's wrong? Do you hurt?"
"Everyone.. i-is staring.."
Just as he said it, a tear slipped down his cheek. A woman spoke up, looking at Connor in disgust. "Why in the hell is there a pregnant android?! He's a male too! This is repulsive!" she yelled. Others joined in, "Fucking sick." "Absurd. Why the fuck are you here?" "Now the gay's are fucking androids? For fucks sake.". Hank had had enough. Connor, noticing Hank about to blow, stood up and grabbed his hand, before walking to the front desk. Right as he stood up, he felt an immense pain. His sensory system hadn't worked properly since he got pregnant, but one message read across his mind; labor.

-end-
sorry this was short, but i've had long day. probably will write more later tonight. thanks for reading :)