First of all, thanks for your support! Glad to know this makes someone laugh out there ;). This is a longer chapter for a change, kind of a 2-in-1. Also, chapter 2 got a small update.

Most of the team went to visit their respective families, leaving a core of Heavy, Medic, Pyro and Soldier to care for the facilities during the holiday.
The halls were quiet and the sounds of Archimedes and his friends was heard from the sunny outside. The percussion to these sounds were Medic's boots as he travelled corridor by corridor in search. Making a sharp turn he was startled by a flow of soap bubbles hitting his face.
"Mmmmph!"
"My, herr Pyro, if I have a heart attack, who will cure yours?" He said, laughing from the shock. "As long as you're here, can you tell me where is Soldier?"
"Mmmmph mmph mmmmph!" He muffled, while exhibiting a lifting motion.
"Ah very well, thank you."
"Mmmph!" He ran down the corridor, giggling.

The gym was equally deserted, nothing but the sound of metal clinking denouncing Solly's presence in a corner.
Medic came in and was immediately struck by the sight of his mate doing squats multipower with large weights on each side, grunting as he went up and down.
"SOLDIER, STOP THAT RIGHT THIS MINUTE!" The doctor's order echoed.
The metal bar clinked into place.
"What?"
"Are you out of your mind? Doing this, in your state?"
"Why not, I'm just doing 20Kgs, I usually do 30. Besides, you're the one who said I should exercise during this time."
"Not like this! I'm amazed you didn't break your waters!"
"Waters?"
"Oh never mind, come along."

The sun shone through the gym windows upon the mini mattresses that Medic picked up to show Soldier his views on "exercise".
"There, now sit down please."
Soldier looked dubious but sat down anyway.
"Now, spread your legs."
He did so.
"Breathe in...and out...Imagine the energy coming in...and out of you..."
Soldier lifted an eyebrow, but complied to inhale and exhale in sync with Medic.
"Expand your diaphragm, let it all in, visualize the baby receiving it...then out...Now lie down and lift your legs up."
Medic smiled and tapped Solly's dome.

Soldier was on all fours. The shirt rolled up from the gravity to let the sun warm his bump.
"Now, extend your right arm and left leg in opposite directions, imagine you're an airplane...Okay now left arm and right leg. Very good. This will help you gain flexibility for later on."

Medic sat his comrade on a fitness ball. Solly struggled to keep his balance as gymnastics were an afterthought compared to muscle building in his routine.
"Now, keep your balance and grab my hands, I'll pull you forward while you try to sit down on the ball."
Soldier did so. After a few stretches, he let go Medic's hands and looked with a stern face.
"Doc, you mind telling me what kind of pussy training is this? Is this what you use to recruit ballerinas or something? When does the real deal begin?!"
The doctor used his middle finger to place his glasses back up, landing an evil look upon Solly. "Wait two more months, you'll see the real deal."

No position seemed right for Solly. Twisting left and right did no good to alleviate the discomfort. He was used to sleep belly-down, which was impossible now with this bundle of joy...and nausea-inducing whirls.
Medic couldn't stand the mattress squeaking above and got out of bed, turning the lamp on.
"Soldier, what is going on?" He said, climbing the stairs to the top bed.
"I can't sleep, it's like I've eaten a live octopus."
Medic pinched the bottom of the shirt. "May I?"
Soldier nodded. The doctor pulled back the shirt and the belly was moving alright. It reacted to Medic's cold fingers, now gloveless for a change.
A few palpations later Medic covered the paunch. "Get something warm to eat, then walk around a little, the movement will rock the little one to sleep."

Heavy was in the kitchen, eating a three story sandvich, when Solly came in, massaging his abdomen with a sickened look.
"Everything good american?"
He let go his hands of his midsection abruptly. "Uh...yes...midnight snacking too?"
Heavy nodded, mouth full.
Soldier prepared a cup of tea in silence, under the watchful gaze of his bigger comrade.
He took a sip and looked upward. Heavy's eyes could stab him. "What?"
"What is happening to you? You are eating more than me and getting bigger and bigger. Why?"
Soldier's face instantly reddened. A moment of silence as he thought of an excuse.
"Well you see...I...want to be like you."
"You ok american? Like me?"
"Yeah, I want to be big and strong like you. The rest of the team should see you as a model too."
"Ho ho ho, you flatter me, am I like that to you?"
"Sure!"
"I agree with you, rest of team is babies."
"Yeah...they sure are." He avoided eye contact.
"Come, give me a hug."
He grabbed him and squeezed him tight. Solly thought he dodged a bullet when a kick betrayed him.
Heavy looked down and then up at Soldier.
"Hee...hee..." Solly started trembling.
Medic came in, giving Soldier a chance to slip away from Heavy's grasp.
"You tell him doc!" He said, brushing past the doctor on his way out.

Soldier waited in the balcony, walking back and forth with the tea in his hand when a bit of the liquid spilled forth by the startle of Heavy's screaming in the hallways.

A little later Medic showed up to also look at the stars.
"I take it he didn't react well." Soldier commenced.
"Yes, but not because it's you that's carrying the child."
Soldier turned his head. "Then what was it?"
Medic cleaned his glasses. "You see, Heavy didn't actually know where babies came from."
"Uh?" Soldier looked dumbfounded.
"Like Pyro, he still thought storks brought children into the world!"
A pause before the two men burst out laughing.
Medic caught his breath. "He thought he was pregnant too! You should have seen his face! Priceless!"
"The dumb maggot!" Soldier wiped his eyes, still laughing. "Well I better hit the hay. Good night doc, thanks for the help."
"Don't mention it, Heavy will not spill a word until you want to. Oh, did the acrobatics stop?"
Soldier held his bump. "Yeah, I guess the fella went to sleep finally."