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

13

(There WILL be mild smut in this portion!! When you see a green check mark (✅), that means the smut is done.)

"S-Sóli~! Y-You're fuh-fucking amAzing!" Tord moaned as he rode Sólúlfur as fast as his slightly weak body could.(since being homeless did a slight number on his physical strength.) "And your ass is perfect for my dick...! N-Nice and tight!" Sólúlfur replied, trying to keep a moan at bay. Sólúlfur finally had enough of doing nothing, but letting his submissive do all the sexual work, so he began to make hickeys all over the Norwegian's neck as Tord moaned loudly in pleasure.

✅ (ok I ran out of ideas for this portion so let's just move on to about four weeks later.)

"That's it, we're taking you to a doctor! You've been throwing up for four weeks, and it's concerning me!" Sólúlfur said, dragging Tord over to the building. (since they still don't have a car yet, because Sólúlfur only started his job a few weeks back.)

"Tord Larsinn?" The doctor announced, Tord and Sólúlfur stood up and followed the doctor to a room. The doctors made Tord fill out a questionnaire to describe his symptoms. In the box below the questionnaire that read, Anything else? Tord wrote down, I'm Intersex, and my body produces estrogen and testosterone naturally. I gave birth to one child, and I never got a sex assignment surgery when I was born. Since he had a feeling that would be important.

After he gave the questionnaire to the doctor, he read it over and excused himself, declaring that he would return shortly.

After some waiting, the doctor returned with an ultrasound machine along with some equipment. He instructed Tord to lay down onto the bed, which the Norwegian did so without complaint.

When the doctor was done setting everything up, he instructed Tord to remain still when he would apply the gel to his stomach, though Tord found it hard not to shiver at the freezing temperature of the gel.

When the screen projected the images of Tord's stomach, they could see two embryos (fetuses?) inside of Tord's womb. "Well, it looks like you're about four weeks pregnant, Mr. Tord. Congratulations on the twins." The doctor said, smiling slightly.

The two Scandinavians felt mixed emotions. Joy, happiness, excitement, anxiety, worry, and many other things. Despite the conflicting emotions, smiles formed on their faces as they looked at the growing babies, then at each other with an unsure, but determined look in their eyes.

When they got home, they decided to wait for a few months before they tell anybody else about it in case Tord has a miscarriage during the early months of the pregnancy. (SPOILER ALERT: don't worry, he doesn't miscarry!)

(Welp! I'm out of ideas for this chapter!

-Pepper/Rea)