Hold On To Me (WillDip)

Chapter 45: Hold On To Me

It had been one month since he and Mason had done the spell, and one month after a very awkward night together. On the morning of month two, Mason Gleeful woke to his husband's snores, and a small round bump where his belly button should be.

He gently shook him awake "Will!" he whispered. Will grumbled and turned over "Wake up! Will!" Mason insisted, shaking him more.

Will opened his eyes with a groan "What? Fuck off!"

"Look," his husband said, smiling as he pointed to Will's belly. The mortal demon gently brushed a hand over the mound "Oh, would you look at that...It's growing...Now, let me sleep!" he grumbled, rolling over so his back was to him.

Mason chuckled, someone was moody.

By the time he had showered and gotten dressed, Will was in a sitting position on the edge of the bed and trying very hard to find the energy to get up.

"Need help there?"

Will glared, "I'm fine, fuck off" he muttered, standing up and running a hand through his messy blue hair as he left the room. Mason followed him down the hall to the dining room, smirking at his shirtless husband still in his pajama pants.

Ford smiled at them as they entered, "Morning, Will!" he said brightly,

"Bite me" the mortal demon growled. Bill snorted with laughter as Ford frowned at his rudeness, "Wow, I've never seen you looking like such a mess before," he said, nudging his twin as he sat down beside him. Mason sat down on his other side and switched the beloved bacon he reached for, for an apple. Will took one look at it and actually let out a sob at the injustice of it all.

His damn hormones were all over the show.

Mason rubbed his back as he took a bite, "Poor thing" he said, giving Will a smile as he chewed at the fruit. Will had eaten about half of the apple when he suddenly bolted from the table, nyooming out the room faster than Taco would bolt into the dining room on taco night.

Mason watched him go in shock. "Wheres he off too?" he asked, confused by the sudden leave.

Throwing up sounds echoed from the nearest bathroom moments later and Mason grimaced "Oh...That's where he's off too" he muttered.

Morning Sickness had entered the building.

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The next few weeks it came and went, the bathroom becoming an almost second bedroom to the poor bluenette as the baby sucked all his energy from him and made him nauseous. He stumbled out the bathroom for about the third time that day, and trailed down the hall back to his room. The door to Ford's study was open, and he stopped to peer in.

Ford was passed out at his desk with Taco curled up on his head, purring sleepily as he tucked his little peets under himself. Will chuckled "My fur baby, you're a traitor, I'm your master, not this dork, why won't you sleep on my bed? Hmm?" he asked, stroking Taco's ears as he snoozed.

Taco meowed softly and yawned as he settled his chin down on Ford's curly brown hair, now with a hint more gray. Will had to muffle his laughter as Ford snored loudly, he was going to wake up with sore arms and a stiff neck.

He went to see Mabel next; The woman was sitting on her bed cross-legged with her knitting needles click clacking away. Bill was lying on his stomach reading a book on the floor, his legs kicking every now and then. "What are you knitting?" he asked, coming in and sitting down beside her, Mabel smiled.

"What do you think, Will?"

"Oh, it's for the baby?"

"Yes, Will"