My Lullaby (MPREG) (COMPLETED!; BEING REVISED!; SEQUEL IN PROGRESS!)

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Tord woke up to the smell of food and the sound of a clatter on the coffee table.  Tord opened his eyes and saw a plate of sunny side up eggs, bacon, hash browns, and a cup of Edd's homemade orange juice.
As Tord ate, he couldn't help but taste the lack of love in the food.  If anything, he tasted distrust and unforgiveness.  Sure, it tasted good in general, but still. 

He looked down at his baby bump and gave it a few rubs, smiling softly, yet also tearing up.  Then a little idea popped into his head.
Perhaps, If I can't physically be in my baby's life...maybe I can be there for him, her, or them in other ways!

The group finished eating, so Edd was taking up plates when the group heard a male voice singing.  Edd looked towards the living room in curiosity as he put the dishes in the sink.  The cola addict walked towards the living room, only peeking through a slight opening in the door.

I know that leaving may break you,
But don't feel ashamed cuz I'm broken, too.
Leaving you...
It makes me blue,
But for the sake of me and the sake of you,
Please don't drown in darkness too,
I pray you'll be strong and push through.

Because I love...you...

"Wow...came up with it on the spot?  Never heard a song like that before." Edd decided to speak up, opening the door completely.
Tord visibly tensed up whipping his head in the tall, green wearing male in the doorway.  "W-was I that loud?  Y-you weren't supposed to h-hear that...a-and it isn't a s-song for the w-world to hear...it's a lullaby only for him, her, or them..." Tord finally replied, looking back down as he fidgeted with his hands.
"Whatever.  It sounds like something that came out of a cheesy romance movie anyways." Edd said, leaving the room.
Tord sighed, leaning back on the couch.  He then rested his good arm right over his bump as he stared at the plain white ceiling, thinking of how he could be in his child's life in different ways if he couldn't be there physically.

He found himself looking back on the- mostly rare- good aspects of his childhood and thought of all the things he used to do with his mom, Annette, and his little brothers, Paul and Patryck when he was a little tyke.  He could make them bracelets, necklaces, poems, and of course, songs.  He remembered when his mom would play her ukulele and sing him, Paul, and Patryck to sleep every night.  His eyes lit up when another idea came to mind.

He got up from the couch and knocked on Edd's bedroom door.  Edd opened the door and his expression became annoyed.  "I was wondering if you had any paper I could use.  I just want to write my mom a letter." Tord said, looking down in a timid manner.  Edd squinted at him suspiciously, going back into his room.  He then ripped a paper from his sketch book and grabbed a random pen that was on the ground, giving the two things to Tord before he slammed the door in the pregnant Norwegian's face.  Though Tord didn't seem to mind since he got what he wanted, and was therefore satisfied.

He went back to the living room and saw Matt watching The Children on the telly, but he was more focused on writing the letter.  He sat on the floor and started writing his letter.  After he was done, he searched the apartment for an envelope, Matt now spying on him out of suspicion.

Once Tord found what he was looking for in a kitchen drawer, he put the letter in and sealed it shut.  He wrote on the envelope his mom's alias (since his whole family is basically wanted in a shit ton of countries, though that's mostly their dad's fault.), her address, etc.
"What are you up to?" He heard a voice say.  He whipped his head around and saw Matt looking at him with a glare of suspicion.  "I'm writing a letter to my mom.  I really need to ask her something, and it's important." Tord replied, trying not to stutter.  "What do you need to ask her?" Matt asked, the glare hardening.  Tord could sense the tension in the room and realized that he had no choice, but to answer the ginger.  "Well...she used to sing me and my little brothers to sleep when we were little.  When she did, she always brought her ukulele with her.  I figured that maybe I could ask if I could have it .  Maybe you guys could give it to my baby when he, she, or they get older."  Tord answered, making sure to keep eye contact with Matt so he would know Tord was being truthful.
Matt stared into the Norwegian's eyes a little bit longer before he sighed in what seemed to be a tone of defeat. "Fine.  Come with me to the mailbox." Matt ordered, Tord complied, leaving the apartment with the tall ginger.  The walk to the mailbox was silent and somewhat tense, but they soon got it done and over with and they walked back to the apartment in complete and utter silence.  Both males went their separate ways as soon as they entered.

Matt went to his room, and Tord went to the living room and took a cat nap on the sofa until Edd woke him up for dinner.
"I did some research so I could give you something to eat that would be safe for the baby.  So I made you a well prepared salmon, and a fruit salad." Edd said, giving Tord the dish before walking out of the room.

Tord took a moment to wake himself up completely before he dug in.

Later that night Tord sang to his baby before he himself fell into slumber.

(Last Revised: August 27, 2022.)