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Brisbane: big steps (somewhat NSFW)

They had talked about it at length over the last weeks and they had done their research, and of course Belle had got it right all along. 
They didn't want to go to some hospital fertility clinic, where Brett would have to 'donate' in a sterile little room with some dirty magazines and an internet connection, where they'd have to walk to the desk with their 'sample' in a brown bag, for the clinic to wash it and inseminate Belle in a sterile chair with her legs in stirrups. 
No, they wanted it to be as nice and as romantic as possible. 
So yesterday Eddy had found himself in a drug store, looking for a syringe, very, very obviously one with no needle. Preferably a nice big one, to make the process easier. 
He'd had to pinch himself a few times doing it, as well. Wow. If only the people around him knew what he was looking for, hey? 
He'd confided in the drug store lady in the end, and told her what he was looking for and why. She'd smiled sympathetically and produced exactly what they needed. 

So now here they were in their living room, on day 12 of Belle's cycle, and fuck was this awkward. 
I mean, it's not like Belle didn't know they had sex or anything, it's not like she thought Brett had never had an orgasm before. But it was still something else for her to know that that was exactly what would happen once they'd go into their bedroom and close the door behind them, while she sat on the couch and drank green tea. 
It was also not like Eddy didn't know that Belle had a reproductive system, but it was still something else to know that his husband's seed was going right in there a few minutes later. 
So there were all a bit quiet, and quite giggly.  

¨Right.¨ said Brett after putting his teacup back on the saucer. ¨Let's do this, then?¨
¨Yeah!¨ Eddy said, hastily getting up. Brett's cheeks had never been redder than in this moment. 
Belle didn't say anything, she just waved at them as they walked off. 

Eddy sighed deeply as he walked into the bedroom and closed the door. He'd have to step it up, here. I mean, he was the only one here who actually didn't have to do anything at all. He'd have to support the others in any way he could. 
It was hard to stop the little pang of emotion. Wow. He wasn't doing anything, it was all Brett and Belle. It was hard not to feel useless. He shook his head and sighed again, putting on his brave face for Brett, who was looking at him with large eyes. 
¨Hey.¨ Eddy said softly, stroking him over the cheek. ¨Relax. It'll all be good. Do... do you want me to er, to help you out?¨
Brett nodded, producing the little plastic pot from his pocket. 
Eddy smiled. Now this, this he knew how to do. And he really did want it to be romantic. Come on, this could be the conception of their child! 
He kissed Brett deeply, long enough for the red cheeks to go, and his eyes to start shining. 
Then he rubbed his hand softly over the front of Brett's trousers, before opening them. 
He moved with sure strokes, keeping his wits enough to have the pot handy when Brett threw his head back and moaned. Then he put it down on the night stand and pulled Brett very close, snuggling him as his breathing slowed.  
When they pulled apart Brett's eyes were watery, the weight of the moment like a blanket lying over them both.
¨Wow.¨ he breathed, looking at the little pot. Eddy just nodded. Wow, indeed. 

Eddy gave Brett one more sweet kiss and then he quickly filled the syringe and left it there on the nightstand. He straightened the bedsheets one more time so it would feel as welcoming as possible for Belle, before they walked out to the living room again. 
¨My turn, hey?¨ Belle said in a small voice as soon as she saw them. 
Eddy nodded again. ¨You okay, sis?¨
¨Yeah¨, she said, and he saw the resolve in her eyes. 
He hugged her briefly and smiled at her. 
¨Normally, I'd say go wash that hand before hugging me.¨ she quipped, pointing at his right hand. ¨But I guess that's a bit of a moot point today, considering what I'm about to do?¨
They all burst out laughing. Trust Belle to find the humour in any given situation. 

They looked after her as she made her way into their bedroom and closed the door. Then they sat down on the couch and settled in to wait. Wow. Eddy still couldn't quite believe this was actually happening. 
¨You okay?¨ Brett whispered in his ear. 
¨Yeah.¨