Solangelo One-Shots

Gift For Frand 2

tw: mpreg. I showed the friend the first part and they said "the news is that he had to lose a limb and is pregnant" okay. Also boys talking about trauma far too casually

"What? Is he okay? He's okay, right? He has to be." Will rambled out, panicked.

"He is okay. We, however, did have to... Amputate a leg."

"Oh my gods. Oh my gods, I'm killing her-" He noticed how the Doctor looked as thought there was more, "what fucking else?"

"He's pregnant."

"Fucking WHAT?"

"He is a trans man, and-"

"I fucking know my husband is trans, so the fuck am I! Are you kidding me? Can I talk to him?" Will stood up, looking about ready to fight someone.

"Yes sir. I suggest you not move him much, however."

"Cool, great." Will walked straight past the doc, covering his mouth and nearly crying the moment he walked in to see Nico missing a leg.

"Will?" Nico asked softly.

"Babe. Oh, babe..." Will rushed to his side, taking Nico's hand.

"I know."

"You're... Oh my gods..."

"Yeah."

"I can't believe this."

"Hey, Will? My sunflower?"

"Yeah, love?"

Nico cracked a small smile, something Will didn't realize he'd miss so much, "I'm going to cuddle you so much."

"Fucking PLEASE. I haven't had a proper cuddle in 2 months. I'm making a cuddle nest and keeping you there for the next year." Will chuckled, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"You are not going to BELIEVE the kind of 2 months I've had."

"I feel like it was what I dealt with for 2 years, but compressed and rushed. And worse. So I can probably believe."

"Aha, yeahhhh... That's fucked up. How we're talking now. You know, in my day, you went through fucked up shit and you didn't talk about it at all."

"Yeah. And nowadays everyone forgets that everyone didn't go through that fucked up shit, so you just fuckin' reference it. Wild. Can I sit next to you?"

"Yes, come on." Nico scooted over on the small cot, allowing for Will to lay back next to him.

"Gods. What're we going to do, darling?"

"This is partially up to you, because it is my body but we live together and all, but I have kind of a wild idea."

"Oh boy. What?"

"I want to keep it."

"You-really? You want to keep it? I mean... Why?"

"For one, I don't know that I could stand getting rid of it? I've heard that's very stressful." Nico reasoned.

"Yeah. More than stressful. Full on depressing, no matter how sure you were in your decision."

"...I don't want to ask how you know that, because I have a feeling I know. And, Will, you wanted a kid, right?"

"Yeah, but I mean, my kid. Our kid. Not yours and... Hers."

"But it isn't hers. It's ours. She's in prison. She's a rapist. She isn't in any way the parent. We are. We'd be raising it."

"But she is, because it's part her."

"But that doesn't matter because you have to parent to be a parent. And we'd be the ones parenting. She'd have nothing to do with how it's raised." Nico stood his ground, sitting up with a faint groan.

"It's your choice, babe. If you don't want to keep it, i'll be there the whole time to help you through it. If you want to keep it, I'll raise it with you." Will decided.

"We'll see, because I literally just got out of my second hell, but I think I want to keep it."

"Alright. Also, hey, babe?"

"Yes?"

"Oh my god, you only have one leg!"

"I know, right? I'm in a wheelchair for a while! Bitch fucked up my leg enough that they had to take it off! What the fuck! I might get a prosthetic! What!"

"Fucking wild!"