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

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(A/N: This chapter takes place a week and a half after last chapter.)

"Tord!" Tord heard Edd shout.  He followed the cola addict's voice until he saw Edd holding a package. "Is this yours?" He asked. "Yes actually!" Tord replied happily, taking the package from him. Tord then went to the kitchen and cut the package open with excitement. He was surprised to see not only his mom's ukulele, but also the old craft box that he, Paul, and Patryck used when they were kids. "Thank you so much, mom...!" Tord said barely above a whisper as he began tearing up at the memories of his childhood that flowed through his mind as he hugged the craft box close.

He felt a presence sit next to him, so he turned his head to see Edd pulling the ukulele out of the box and examining it. He traced his fingers over the carved handwriting that belonged to Tord, his brothers, and his mother. Tord smiled softly, remembering the day he and his brothers carved their names into the ukulele when he was five and they were three.

"Who's Paul, Patryck, and Annette?" Edd asked. Tord looked at the cola addicted man in confusion until Tord remembered the fact that Edd never met the Norski's family since they were to keep their identities hidden from society, because our family line had been wanted for about 3 centuries.
It started with his great great great great (however many "greats" that would be!) grandfather on his father's side from the 1800's. He was part of a huge bandit gang in the old west. They got away with their crimes until he was eventually found attempting to murder a sheriff in what was at the time Spitbucket, USA. He was executed, but his son was able to escape mostly unscathed. Therefore his son was able to continue his father's legacy for generations until the Red Army was finally created somewhere during World War I.
That's when a new legacy begun. A legacy that a part of Tord wished he wasn't a part of at times.

"Tord! You're zoning out!" Edd cut the Norski away from his thoughts as he flinched slightly. "Huh? Oh...can you repeat that?" Tord asked, Edd sighed in frustration, but begrudgingly repeated the question. "Oh...Annette is my mother. Paul and Patryck are my younger brothers." Tord replied, frowning in what seemed like a form of grief. "Why didn't you go to them after that incident?" Edd asked, "They're in Norway. I don't have any money to go back to them...another reason being that I don't want to face my father. That fucking scum...!" Tord said, his expression becoming one of what seemed to be pure rage at the mention of his father, but his expression calmed slightly when he pushed the thought of his father, Opptøyer, away from his mind. "At least I know that my mom still cares...or maybe she only sent me her ukulele because she had nothing better to do...I pretty much lost my family...this baby...is the only family I have left...so please, Edd, please take care of my child...protect him, her, or them with your every fiber and being. Love them...cherish them...hold them close when they're feeling down...make sure they live the happy, comfortable life that I never really got to have." Tord said, starting to break down. Edd stared at the broken Norwegian man with pity.
After a moment of silence, Edd grabbed Tord's good wrist and linked their pinkies together.. "I will protect your child with my life, I will provide for them, and I will love them with my heart and soul. I promise you, Tord Larsinn." Edd assured, looking Tord in the eyes. Tord started to cry even more at his former friend's words and hid his face in the cola addicted male's chest, letting out ugly sobs, saying "Thank you"s in between a sob or two. Even if Edd let Tord hold him, he didn't hug back, because he still couldn't forgive Tord.

After awhile, Tord fell asleep. Edd picked Tord up as if he were a baby and carried him to the couch, setting him down. Tord immediately nuzzled into the sofa when he made contact with it. Edd stared at Tord with pity before murmuring, "Sleep well, I guess..." Edd looked at Tord for a few more moments, before leaving the living room to prepare dinner.

Since Edd made something that wasn't pregnancy safe, he made Tord a PB&J with some fruits that would benefit the baby. Edd walked into the living room and set the snack-like dinner on the coffee table before he woke Tord up.

After dinner, Tord found his ukulele at a corner of the living room and picked it up, tuning it as quietly as he could. After tuning, he plucked the strings and sang from the very depths of his heart and soul to his little baby before he set the instrument on the coffee table. Tord then pulled a blanket up to his chin, rubbing his baby bump until sleep wrapped him in an embrace that made the pregnant male temporarily forget the situation he was in.

(Last Revised: August 27, 2022.)