Baby Blues
Summary: Due to the obvious lack of babies his relationship with Fayt will produce, Albel is determined to have one to carry on his family name. The only solution? He has to find a way to get Fayt pregnant. Exactly how is only the first of many challenges that Albel will face in his quest for a Nox baby.
Disclaimer: This authoress does not own Star Ocean or any of the respective characters.
Warnings: Language, yaoi, male pregnancy.
Albel Nox was no fool.
He was gay, yes, but he was no fool.
His relationship with Fayt was not going to produce any babies, let alone a Nox heir – any idiot could see that. Albel had accepted this from the time he first realized he was gay and besides, he had a strong dislike for children. They were noisy, smelly and disrespectful little snot-nosed brats. So the fact that no babies would be come out of his relationship with Fayt was fine. In fact, it was a good thing.
Unfortunately, Woltar was not happy about the obvious lack of babies.
At first, Albel was annoyed that the old man dared to meddle in his private affairs, especially his sex-life. Albel enjoyed having sex with Fayt and he was not about to stop just because some old geezer decided he should start producing little monsters for him to be a 'grandfather'. But he soon realized that Woltar had a point.
If Albel did not produce a Nox heir, his line would die when he did. Not only that, but his family estate would be passed to some ungrateful moron from the Vox family or an equally worthless noble.
But as troubling as that was, it did not come close to the solutions that Woltar offered.
Never mind that Albel refused to get married and 'settle down' - he point-blank refused to have sex with any woman. Not only might he kill them out of sheer annoyance, there was no guarantee that he would be 'up' for the job. Currently the only one he could get 'up' for was Fayt. Which meant that he somehow had to find a way to get Fayt pregnant.
This was easier said than done. Albel was aware that pregnancy was an impossible feat for a man, but that small hiccup was no problem. He was confident that he would find some way to impregnate his bluenette lover (who would undoubtedly be honoured to carry a Nox baby for nine months). Surely it couldn't be that difficult.
As for how the baby would get out… Albel frowned and swiped irritably at a passing butterfly.
The mechanics of that question was something that could wait until it was ready to be born. Yes, by then Albel would have learned all about pregnancy and would know how to deal with it. And once the baby was born, he would find someone else to care for it. Well, at least until the child was old enough to learn swordplay. Then he would take the child back and teach it how to be a proper Nox.
Yes, that felt like a good plan. Once he got Fayt pregnant, everything would fall into place: the Nox bloodline would be preserved, Woltar would get to be a grandfather and Albel could continue being gay.
The only problem was how the hell he was going to get the bluenette pregnant.
Albel got up from the rock where he had been sitting and frowned. Perhaps one of those idiot inventors had invented something useful for once – such as a potion that allowed a male to fall pregnant. He dusted himself off and stalked towards the Kirlsa manor, still scowling.
But before he paid the inventors a visit, he had to inform his lover that in a few days he would be carrying a Nox baby.
TBC