DNA | muke au | hybrid | mpreg

Eleven

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After Luke's check up he'd came back in and tossed an unopened envelope on the nightstand beside the bed before laying down and pressing himself against Michael. During Luke's checkup the boy decided that he'd take a small nap.

Michael was curled into his usual ball, knees pulled to his chest and tail wound around them. Luke was pissed off about the check up, he had to give several different samples and was poked at enough that he felt like he might explode if one more person touches him, but looking at Michael's pouty sleep face made him smile.

Michael woke up with a hum as Luke ran his fingers through his hair. "Sorry." Luke mumbled as Michael uncurls himself and rolled around to face the blonde.

"S'okay." Michael said sleepily as Luke's fingers ran across his scalp. His eyelids fluttered open to reveal his pale, green eyes.

Luke let his curious fingers make their way over to one of Michael's ears, the left one that laid limp. "Does this one ever move?" He wondered out loud. His index finger ran up the back side of the brown triangle.

Michael shrugged, "It doesn't work, Dr.Xander s-said its a b-b-bir-th defe-fect."

Luke nodded and raked his fingers across the boys scalp again. "Wanna work on your stutter?"

Michael was suddenly wide awake. He pushed himself up and sat cross legged in front of luke. The blonde chuckled and smiled at the boy. "I'll take that as a yes?"

Michael nodded with a sweet smile and Luke scooted forward so their knees were touching.

"Okay, well your problem is mostly with the end of your sentences and words you don't use that often." Luke said and Michael nodded. "Try saying something. Say my name is Michael and I'm sick of this place."

Michael nodded with a frown and blushed as soon as words started flowing out, Luke was listening and watching him so intently. "My name is Mi-Michael and I-I am-I'm sick of this pl-ace."

Luke nodded with a smile. "Good, that was good for a first try. Just try to slow down when you're talking and process what you're saying."

Michael nodded and cleared his throat.

"My name is--Michael and--I'm sick of --this -- place."

"You did it!" Luke grinned, reaching over and patting Michael on the shoulder.

Michael smiled widely, his right ear alert as his tail thumped happily against the bed spread. "I-I did!"

"You just have to slow down, soon enough you'll be able to talk without pausing."

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The next morning Dr.Xander came in and Michael was excited to show him that he could talk properly for the most part. The man was stopping by to make sure that Luke was taking all of his prenatal vitamins and seeing if the nausea pills were working.

Luke was sitting in bed picking at his nails while Michael sat in the floor at the foot of the bed watching tv.

"Morning, boys." Dr.Xander said, clicking the door closed. "Luke, any morning sickness?"

"No." Luke mumbled, shaking his head. He always gave the doctor short answers, never wanting to divulge too much into a conversation. This man violated his body in medical ways that disturbed him down to his very soul.