Chapter 7

Creed grinned to himself as he slipped into Train's bedroom under the darkness of night. It was now so easy to get in without Train ever knowing, the Cat could probably sleep through a tornado now.

Creed looked over Train's sleeping form quietly, his eyes automatically going down to rest on the Cat's swollen stomach. Though he was only about 16 weeks along the twins had started their growth spurt fairly soon, and Train was already obviously pregnant at only about 4 months.

Creed had watched Train grow more and more reclusive the more he had grown, and it worried the blond. He didn't understand why Train was so withdrawn, it was as though he was protecting the babies from some threat, but there was nothing here that would hurt him. Creed had given everyone strict orders to leave Train alone after confirming that the Cat had indeed conceived, and all the Apostles had obeyed his orders. Why would Train have any reason to be afraid?

With a sigh Creed reached down, gently running his fingers through Train's bangs. The Cat breathed in, shifting in his sleep, but did not wake. The blond smiled, leaning and pressing a kiss to Train's forehead. "I love you Train…"

As Creed left the room he wondered to himself where that had come from. He couldn't really have fallen in love with Train, could he? He didn't think of him that way… Right?

Train woke slowly, groaning softly as he did. He was still exhausted, being pregnant was a lot of work, and it was wearing him out. He lay there for a few minutes, but the babies were pressing on his bladder and he was forced to get up not long after waking.

Sighing, the Cat wandered into the bathroom, relieving himself and then splashing some water on his face to try and wake himself up a bit more. It didn't really work, and after wiping the sleep from his eyes he went back into the bedroom to find something to wear, deciding to get up and go look for some food.

One of the twins squirmed within him and Train automatically raised his hand and placed it on his belly, still a little uneasy with the feeling, but quickly getting used to it. He had just barely begun to feel them move, it had scared him the first time only two days ago, but now they were becoming more active, and now that he knew what the feeling was, he noticed it a lot more.

After pulling on some clothes Train wandered out into the hall and towards the eating area. He was hungry, but the babies weren't really agreeing with him, his stomach was starting to feel a little queasy.

As soon as Train reached the kitchen he saw Creed. The blond smiled gently at him, an expression that Train was quickly growing used to seeing. It was a little weird to see that kind of a smile on Creed's face, but the blond had been surprisingly…kind in these past few months.

"Hungry?" Creed asked, coming forward. Train could tell that the blond wanted to touch him, but was holding back for Train's sake.

Train nodded. "Yes, but I don't think that I'll be able to keep anything down…"

Creed thought a moment, and then grinned. "I've had my chef looking at books, and he thinks he's figured out a few things that will actually settle your stomach, instead of make the nausea worse. Would you like to give it a try?"

Train nodded. "Sure, I suppose it wouldn't hurt."

Creed smiled again, and then turned to go into the back. Train sat down at the table, leaning his head back against the chair and closing his eyes tiredly. One of the twins moved within him again and he slowly rubbed a circle against the spot, purring softly in the back of his throat. Not only did the motion sooth the babies, but it seemed to calm him down as well.

There was a small sound and Train opened his eyes to see Creed standing nearby with a soft look on his face. Train blinked, and then his hand fell away from his stomach, a red tinge coming to his cheeks.

Creed chuckled as he went to sit near Train. "You don't have to be embarrassed Train, I'm not going to laugh at you. I think that it's adorable."

Train snorted, looking away. He felt tears brim in his eyes, and he automatically cursed hormones, trying to blink the tears away. A sense of pain fell through him, a sense of loneliness. He had no one after all, Sven and Eve hadn't come for him, and he had no one in this place.

Cool fingers touched his chin, turning his face to meet Creed's concerned eyes. "Train, please. I hate to see you hurting like this. If you need to talk, please, do so. I'll listen, and I'll be here for you." The man reached up, wiping away tears that Train didn't know he'd shed. "Now, please, tell me what's wrong. Why are you crying?"

Train opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He bit his lip, looking away from Creed. The babies, responding to his emotions, moved worriedly within him, and he hiccupped softly on a sob.

"Train? May I hold you?" Creed asked.

That broke the dam. Tears poured like waterfalls down Train's cheeks, sobs breaking loose from him as he flung himself at Creed, curling up against the man's chest and sobbing into his shirt. Creed wrapped his arms around the crying Cat, petting his hair and trying to sooth him with soft words and touches.

Train sobbed out his reason eventually, working around cries and hiccups. "I'm just… so scared! I don't know what to do, I feel so alone and…" Train buried his face against Creed's chest. "I'm so scared…"

Creed rocked him, continuing to pet his hair. "Shhh, easy, my Cat, easy… You're not alone, I'm here for you, and there's nothing to be afraid of, because I'll protect you. Now please don't cry, someone so beautiful shouldn't cry…"

Train hiccupped again, leaning against Creed and closing his eyes. "I'm not beautiful…" he murmured.

Creed tightened his grip on the Cat, making him squeak slightly. "You are perfection Train, don't deny it. I think that you are the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen, and that will never change."

A small whimper escaped Train's throat, but he said nothing more about it. Creed started to hum, his fingers rubbing circles against Train's shoulder as his other hand trailed through the Cat's hair. Train relaxed, his body growing heavier. He felt better now; he really did, after getting that out.

As Creed continued to pet a soft purring started in Train's throat, vibrating against Creed's chest. Creed hummed along to the sound, and it grew quieter as Train fell asleep, totally drained mentally from his breakdown, but Creed knew, that even though Train had cried, the healing was beginning, somewhere deep inside him.


Train woke up groggy, his head feeling a little plugged up. He knew instantly that it was because he had cried himself to sleep, so his head was a little clogged. He got up, blowing his nose and splashing some water on his face. He gazed silently at himself in the mirror, looking over tired golden eyes, pale skin, and dark circles under his eyes.

The Cat sighed, leaning his head against the mirror. 'Creed said that I was beautiful… but he couldn't really mean that… what am I thinking, liking him…'

Train cursed himself. He was starting to fall in love with Creed, and he hated it. But… the blond man was there. He listened, he had held Train when he was scared and alone, and he had said that he thought he was beautiful. Train looked back into the mirror. 'Could I really love him? After what he's done?'

Train sighed again, moving away from the mirror. The twins squirmed inside him, and he smiled slightly, petting his stomach to calm his children. 'Somehow… I think I can…'