His Demons (PaperHat Mpreg)

~Chapter 28~

BlackHat's PoV

Nine months, and Flug was ready to pop at any second. Normally, we would be completely ecstatic about it. But in reality, i was completely dreading this moment because i knew exactly how this would end. I was thankful that Flug agreed to a C-Secition this time, it gave at least a little hope that things wouldn't end in complete tragedy, but my father hasn't just been preparing us for nothing.

Father and i have been planning since day one, and it always seemed to me that he had some kind of inside information that i didn't have access to. We planned thuroghly for almost any possible contigency. I told myself that having another baby would be a good thing, that i would be making both Flug and i happy, but what was i going to do if he wasn't around anymore? I told myself that he would survive, just like last time and i wouldn't have anything to risk or give. But now i'm risking his whole life, and its all my fault. The only people i have left to trust are the people around me, and all i can do is hope that maybe all this planning will prevent everything from ending in disater.

I thought this would make things better. But asi sat on the edge of the bed and looked at my bonde prince sleeping soundly with bags under his eyes and bruises littering his body, i wished i could go back and think again.

I would do anything to prevent all that's happened now. And as horrible as it sounds, i've thought of all the things i would have done differently to prevent having another child. I would have done anything to ensure that he would be alright again. But even through all that, it left me torn because it was my baby, my blood, and my love. As much as i wanted Flug to live, i didn't want the small girl to die either. Had it been anyone else, and i might have felt differently, but they were part of me.

I fought endlessly in my mind as the days counted down to Flug's due date. He'd grown far weaker as the months had passed. He was constantly tired, and his skin paled to an unhealthy color. Bags were always under his eyes and he bruised like a peach. His strength was dangerously low, and it had gotten to the point where i had to hold him up every time he would walk anywhere. I ended up putting him on bed rest about half way through the eighth month.

I made sure he ate enough, and he got his checkup every now and again from my brother. I really was trying my best here, but my best wasn't helping much.

As bad as things were between GreyHat and i, i knew that Flug needed all the help he could get. Whenever he came around to give Flug his checkups i wouldn't dare leave the room, and i would silently scowl as i kept close to Flug. He felt my anger, but said nothing. Sometimes he might even glare back, and honestly if it weren't for the situation we were in i probably would have ended up fighting him by now. He might be older than me, and we might be family, but that didn't mean shit in my book. Had i not known how bad fighting him would be for Flug and the baby, i would take no hesitation into ripping him to shreds.

I snapped myself out of my thoughts and looked to the side of the bed where i felt Flug shift beside me. He groaned quietly as his eyes fluttered open and he rubbed them before looking up at me tiredly. I let my hand lightly graze his cheek softly, making him almost purr into my touch.

"How are you feeling?" i asked him as he grabbed onto my hand weakly. He looked up at me, and it broke me a little on the inside to see the pain and tiredness that resided in his dulled, emerald green eyes.

"A bit of a headache, but i'm good," he responded. I leaned down down kissed his nose, making him smile, and i pulled away for a moment.

"You should eat something, you've been sleeping nearly all day. You need the strength." He nodded and winced slightly his hand traveling to his large stomach from under the blankets. "What is it?" i asked him, my hand now resting on his stomach and my other in his hair.