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

4

(Tord is now 5 months along!)

Tord was currently on the floor of the living room, writing his thoughts and feelings into poems and lullabies as he sang out loud. He was cut short when he felt something move in his tummy. His eyes widened as he put his hand over his bump, flinching slightly when he felt movement. "Holy-!" Tord shouted, carefully getting up and he ran into the kitchen with the biggest smile on his face. Edd, Matt, and Tom looked up in pure confusion, but flinched when Tord grabbed Edd's wrist and placed the cola addict's hand on the former communist's bump. Edd's "wtf" face became a surprised expression when he felt a response from the baby.

"So that's why you're so happy! Guys, the little one is moving." Edd announced, the other two quickly moved to place a hand on Tord's bump, Matt smiling when there was movement, but Tom had an impatient look on his face. "Are you sure? I don't feel anything!" Tom said, still waiting for a movement on his end. "I guess this kid inherited Tord's hatred for you, Tom." Matt said, snickering at the glare he was given from the black eyed demon after the fact. "Now now, get along you two!" Tord said in a motherly tone. Matt and Tom looked at Tord, then at eachother, scoffing as they looked away from eachother. Tord looked at the two and their antics as an idea came into his head. He smirked before he went back into the living room, soon coming back with a roll of duct tape.

(One smol timeskip later...)

"TOOOOOORDDDDD!!!!" Tom shouted in rage as he was getting taped to Matt from the shoulders down to his knees, Tord laughing as he rolled another layer onto Tom and Matt. Meanwhile, Matt was panicking over the fact that he couldn't get a mirror out to see his beautiful face. Edd snickered, pulling out his phone and he took a picture of the scene taking place before him. "EDD!! DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW!!!" Tom shouted, Tord cracked up, saying, "Tom's rage is the best kind of rage." "SHUT UP COMMIE!!" Tom shouted. "Calm down, Witness. It's all in good fun! Lighten up." Tord replied, nudging Tom. Tom was about to shout again when Tord plastered a piece of duct tape over Tom's mouth. "There. It was honestly blowing my eardrums" Tord said, trying not to die of laughter, but broke when Edd and Matt did, Tom letting out muffled screams of anger.

They eventually calmed down and Tord took the tape off of Tom and Matt. Edd got started on lunch, deciding on grilled cheese. As Tord waited, he went back to writing and singing every thought and emotion that came through him, strumming the ukulele as he wondered if his baby could hear him. He felt like he got his answer when he felt movement in his pregnant tummy. He smiled before he laid back on the sofa, placing a hand over his bump, looking up at the ceiling as his thoughts began to come in unannounced. The thought of him abandoning his child made him wanna cry, but anger began to boil as his mind placed the blame on his father, Opptøyer.

HE'S THE REASON WHY EVERYTHING IS FUCKED UP!! HE LET HIMSELF TORTURE ME!! HE LET THOSE LAB RATS EXPERIMENT ON ME!! HE'S THE REASON THAT ONE SCIENTIST RAPED ME!! WHAT'S WORSE THAN THAT ASSHOLE PUTTING HIS HORNY LITTLE SCUM FINGERS ON ME, IS THAT THE MAN THAT I'M FORCED TO CALL "FATHER" WAS OKAY WITH IT HAPPENING!! HE WAS OKAY WITH ME GETTING BLOWN OUT OF THAT ROBOT HE FORCED ME TO USE!! HE WAS OKAY WITH ME HAVING A TWO FACE!! HE WAS OKAY WITH THE FACT THAT I CAN'T SEE SHIT WITH MY RIGHT EYE!! HE WAS OKAY WITH ME ALMOST LOSING MY BABY!! HE WAS OKAY WITH ME BEING DEAF IN MY RIGHT EAR!! HE WAS OKAY WITH ME WANTING TO KILL MYSELF!! IT'S ALL HIS FUCKING FAULT THAT MY FRIENDS ARE GOING TO TAKE THE ONLY FAMILY I HAVE LEFT AWAY FROM ME!!

Edd was still preparing the grilled cheeses and Matt and Tom were doing their own thing when they heard a scream of what seemed to be pure rage and hatred coming from the living room.

Edd turned the stove off, quickly putting the pan off to the side, while Tom and Matt rushed out of their rooms.  The trio ran into the living room to see a pregnant man in a red hoodie panicking and screaming in uncontrolled rage as he was also practically pulling his hair out of his scalp. Edd rushed over to Tord, attempting to stable the enraged man, while Tom and Matt made a move to help only moments after. Their ears practically rang as Tord was screaming, "I HATE YOU FATHER!! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!!" On loop.

"TORD, STOP! STRESS ISN'T GOOD FOR THE BABY!" Edd shouted, but Tord only attempted to punch the cola addict, but Tom held him down. "TORD! LOOK WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOURSELF AND OTHERS!! CALM DOWN RIGHT NOW!" The alcoholic shouted.

After a few seconds, Tord stopped screaming, but he was still breathing heavily and his face was still as red as his hoodie. "Breathe in and out, Tord. Try to follow my breaths." Edd said, inhaling through his nose, Tord doing the same, but more ragged and unstable. It took awhile, but Tord finally calmed down from his outburst.

Edd went back into the kitchen and went back to cooking lunch.

Meanwhile, Matt and Tom sat between Tord. Tom was on the left, and Matt was on the right. There was an awkward moment of silence until Tom spoke up. "What was that all about?" He asked, looking at Tord, who looked down. "It's a long story..." Tord replied, obviously uncomfortable. "We have plenty of time. Come on, what triggered that meltdown?" Matt pressed. "Please, just drop it...it's a sensitive subject and I don't wanna talk about it." Tord begged, hugging himself, tearing up as horrible memories filled his mind. Tord broke away from the clutches of his mind when he heard a sigh coming from Tom. "Alright. If it's that bad, then fine." Tom said, signaling Matt to come with him. Both men left the room, leaving Tord alone to be swallowed by darkness that surrounded his mind. Oh how Tord wanted to sing, write, play the ukulele, anything, he couldn't bring himself to do anything. He felt as if he just couldn't do it. Tord ran his hands through his hair, trying not to succumb to the temptation of just pulling it out. He rocked himself to and fro in a futile attempt to distract him from himself and his broken mind, soul, and heart.

He did this until Edd came in and set a plate of grilled cheese and ravioli on the coffee table before leaving. Tord ate in silence, his thoughts still consuming him more and more by the second.

That night, Tord didn't plan on singing, for his motivation and mental energy to do so was at rock bottom. But the somewhat strong kick of his baby made him sigh and sing, each word and lyric having a melancholy, but beautiful tone to it. When he finished, he put his mind, body, and his spirit at rest as slumber cradled him in it's arms.

(Revised: Monday, October 31, 2022.)