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Long Distance Part Two

Part Two was requested by PotterheadAndFander
LAMP (Logan x Roman x Virgil x Patton)
Mpreg/Angst (a teeny tiny widdle bit)/fluff
Human AU
Trans(ftm)! Patton
Trans(mtf)! Logan
(What's this??? Trans Logan??? An MTF character??? So many surprises!!)
Patton's POV
I relax on the bed, fiddling with my fingers as the nurse does the ultrasound. I'm about six months, give or take, and my boyfriends wait awkwardly. My favorite nurse waits with me as she has for the past six months every time I get a check up.

"There's number one!" The nurse reading the ultrasound exclaims. "There's number two! There's three! Last but not least, baby number four!" She continues brightly. Everything kinda freezes at that.

Next thing I know, Virgil and Roman left and I don't know where they are. I'm sobbing at this point. Logan desperately tries to calm me down, also visibly panicking. I don't know how things imploded, but they did.

Virgil quietly knocks on the door frame after a few minutes, effectively shutting everything up as quick as it started.

"I, for one, think that things shouldn't have gone to shit like that." He states, going to my other side and holding my hand.

The sheer knowledge that this is not only something I could imagine happening, have imagined happening, but that it actually happened and we are predictably unpredictable and stupid makes me laugh. This is my life. These are my boyfriends. And I thought I'd be a sane adult!

Everything calms, we go through the rest of the routine we've got going, and we head home. Roman and Virge disappear to finish painting the nursery, and Logan looks nervous.

"Patton? Can I speak to you for a moment?" He asks, motioning towards our room.

"Is everything okay?" I ask nervously, scared I did something wrong.

He shakes his head and goes into our room, sitting on the bed. I follow, still pretty nervous. He clears his throat and hesitantly speaks.

"How did you know... you were transgender?" He asks quietly.

"I never felt right in my body, and being male felt WAY more comfortable. Why do you ask?" I ask, holding his hand gently.

"I think I am a woman." He says softly.

"Oh. Oh! Lo, that's wonderful! I'm so happy you were comfortable enough to tell me! What are your preferred name and pronouns?" I ask, getting excited.

"Oh. I did not expect that reaction. Lavender, she/her." She says sheepishly, interlacing our fingers.

"Well, let's go relax. I need Lavi cuddles this instant." I state, loving how Lavender's face lights up.

We get into a comfortable position, relaxing with just each other's company. She lovingly rolls her eyes when we hear Virgil and Roman start bickering. I kiss her jaw, watching a deep blush spread like wildfire across her cheeks.

Time skip because I wanna skip to some cuteness.

I stopped moving much, barely getting out of bed. I'm not dying, I swear. I'm just really fat right now. (Mood)

Lavender sits me up slowly, massaging my shoulders and lower back. Virge sits on the floor by the bed, holding my hand. Ro lays on my other side, working on something or another. I gasp at a sharp Braxton Hick, squeezing Virgil's hand slightly.

"Patton?" It sounds distant, the freaked out voices of my significant others.

I focus on the babies, noting the feeling of them flipping over slightly. The contraction stops, and I let out the breath I was holding.

"Patton?" Lavi says quietly, holding my hand gently.

I make a noise of acknowledgement as I feel myself being moved onto Virgil's chest.

"Cookie, are you okay?" Ro asks, looking terrified.

I stretch a bit before responding. "Yeah, but I think that was a contraction." I say, laying back against Vee's chest.

"Oh. Oh my god. Do we need to go now?" Ro asks, getting shushed by our other partners.

"Not yet, RoRo. Probably not for another hour to a few days. It all depends on what the babies want to do." I say quietly, cuddling into Vee further, who's getting a little panicked.

"You'll tell us when we need to go?" Ro asks and I nod.

"I work with moms and babies, I know what to do. Relax, we should probably try to sleep while we can. There won't be much time to rest after active labor starts." I instruct.

Virge wraps his arms around me gently, kissing my forehead softly. "I'm okay, my gentle giant." I tell him, getting a small smile.

Virgil is 6'8, which makes everyone he's ever met feel short. It was a surprise when all three of us met the first time. Me being a normal 5'6, Lavi being a little bit taller at 5'11, Ro being 6'4, and then there's Virge. When we first met I got to the airport first. After looking and not realizing who Vee was, I was more in love when I saw the goldmine of amazing cuddles that he is.

All that's to say is he loves being called a giant or things of that nature. Mostly since it annoys Roman that he can do the elbow on the shoulder thing to him, and doesn't hesitate to do so.

Vee kisses my forehead. "Hold my hand as tight as you need." He says, interlacing our fingers on one hand, and putting the other on my bump.

I smile at him. "Oh, believe me, you'll regret saying that. We're in for excruciating pain for up to the next week." I tease.

"Oh shit." He says quietly, so I flick his ear.

"Not in front of the babies." I scold.

One painful week of contractions later.

I grip Virgil's arm enough to cut off circulation. "If you don't get these fucking kids out of my body I will gut you like a fish." Looking back, I hate to admit I said this. In my defense, a week of pure pain every hour or so isn't a fun time.

Virgil is a little scared at my uncharacteristic burst of violence. "Uhh. Do you need me to rub your back?" He asks, looking at Lavi for help.

Lavi calmly sits, patting a small place for me to lay my head on her lap. She runs her fingers through my hair in that wonderful way she does, and I finally get a few seconds of sleep.

Then my water breaks.

Yeah. Ow.

The next few minutes are pure panic, I'm sobbing, Lavender is desperately trying to get control over the situation, and Ro and Virge are freaking out. I'm honestly proud of her for getting everything and everyone to the hospital in one piece. I can only imagine what my coworkers thought when they saw us rush in.

Next thing I know my underwear is gone, my legs are in stirrups, I'm in a gown, and I'm being told to push. I faintly hear Lavi tell Ro to 'shut up! He's tired and doesn't care that you can't wait to hold him!' Which almost makes me laugh. Then h*ck breaks loose again.

Twenty.Four.HOURS. Later.

All is good! I didn't punch Roman or Virgil in the privates, as I had promised multiple times over my twenty-four hour delivery. No, I didn't even hit Roman, even if he didn't stop rambling! Yeah, I was a bit mean through the whole process, but I didn't stop apologizing until the first baby came back and I got to hold her.

We're good now, and the little ones just turned four! We laugh about the great Patton threat of twenty twenty when it comes up. We're getting married in the fall, and I'm sure at least one of us will talk about it in our vows.