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

10

(Idden is now 7 years old!)

"Ugh!  We're never gonna find him!" ??? grumbled in frustration and worry.  "Hey!  I think I know where he could be!" ?!? exclaimed.  "Really?  Where?!" ??? demanded, grabbing his twin's shoulders.  "Remember how he used to tell us and mom about those three friends of his?  Didn't he move in with them before dad forced him to leave?" ?!? asked, "Yes...I recall that...but what are you getting at?  How does that help us find him?" ??? said.  "Don't you see?  Maybe he went to stay with them after the robot incident!" ?!? explained.  "You're right!  But that leaves us at yet another dead end!  We don't know where they even went to live after that incident!" ??? said, frowning in discouragement.  "If we can find Tord's phone in his old room, and if he still has their numbers, then we could easily track them down!" ?!? rebutted, "You're a genius, Pat!" Paul said, amazed at his twin brother's intelligence.  "Duh, probably because I came out of mom first!" Patryck teased, snickering over how Paul started fuming.  "Stop playing games, Patryck!  We need to find Tord!" Paul said, trying to get back to the task at hand.  Thankfully, it worked, as they went to Tord's old bedroom and successfully found his phone, but it was dead.

"Dammit!" Paul said, frustrated.  "Look, there's a charger!" Patryck said, pointing to the cord.  After awhile of waiting, the phone started up.

After thoroughly checking Tord's phone, they managed to find their numbers and their address.

(With the Coral Clan)

Sólúlfur was comforting Tord, who was in a depressive state and having a minor anxiety attack.

"Shh...it's okay Tord...it will all be okay..." The Icelandic man whispered in a soft tone, petting his depressed boyfriend's hair and racking him to and fro.

"NO!  YOU DON'T U-UNDERSTAND!!  T-THEY COULD BE HURTING HER!!  WHAT IF THEY KILLED HER ALL BECAUSE SHE CAME FROM ME?!  I'M A BAD PARENT, I'M A BAD PARENT, I'M A BAD PARE-!" Tord was cut off by Sólúlfur gently kissing him, which he slowly kissed back.  "Listen Tord.  You gave her up because you wanted the best for her.  You did what you thought was right, and I admire you for that.  It's one of the qualities I love about you to be honest.  You let your moral compass guide you when you say or do something.  Even if you make mistakes because of that sometimes, you make those mistakes with good intentions, and your intentions are what matters in the end." Sólúlfur soothed, hugging Tord close to him as he rubbed gentle, but firm circles onto his back.  Tord shook, sobbing some more.  "T-Thank you, Sóli...!" Tord choked out in between sobs.  "It's no biggie, Tordle." Sólúlfur replied, continuing to comfort poor Tord until he calmed down.

"Ugh, I'm tired..." a now calm Tord said in a slightly raspy voice, yawning.  "Anxiety attacks can drain you quite a bit.  Here, let's cuddle." Sólúlfur replied, setting Tord on his lap as the Norski clung to his boyfriend's sky blue hoodie, resting his head on Sólúlfur's shoulder as the Icelandic man rested his head in Tord's hair.  Finally, the two Scandinavians fell asleep in each other's arms.

(With Edd and the crew, Idden included)

(A few days later...)

The four residents were eating their breakfast when a knock sounded at their door.  "I'll get it!" Idden said, hopping off her chair and she went to the door, opening it.

"Hello sirs!  How can I help you?" She said with a cute and welcoming smile on her face.  "O-Oh!  Does somebody named Edd live here?" Patryck asked, realizing that he must be talking to Tord's kid (they knew of the pregnancy since they were the ones to comfort Tord after that scientist r**ed him).  "Yes!  I can go get him if you'd like!" Idden offered.  "Please do.  We must speak to him about something important." Paul said.  "One sec!" Idden replied, gently closing the door.

"Who was it, Idden?" Edd asked when the little seven year old walked into the kitchen.  "They didn't say their names, but they said they needed to speak to you about something." Idden replied, getting back in her chair to finish her pancakes as Edd excused himself before he went to the door.

When he opened it, he instantly recognized the Red Army uniform and he paled at the names displayed on their nametags.

Paul and Patryck...Tord's little brothers...!

"What can I do for you?" He asked, trying to act normal.

"May we come in?"

(Cliffhanger (kinda) lol

Random facts in case anybody forgot:

• Tord, Paul, and Patryck are related.

• Paul and Patryck are twins (Pats the elder twin by a few minutes)

• Tord is the eldest brother, but Paul and Patryck passed Tord in height when he was 15 and they were 12.

•Tord was born intersex, but Opptøyer was kept in the dark about it.

If you guys have any questions that aren't going to spoil the future of this story, then I'd be glad to answer them!

-Pepper/Rea)