More time skips (but not right away). I want to have the kid born in the story, you know?
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"Lukas, what is this about? You know I'm in a different time zone. Why is this so important?" Emil had been spending the night at his friend Sadik's house. He was sleeping peacefully when he heard the phone ring.
"I am sorry for waking you up," Lukas said on the other line. Emil thought he detected a hint of sarcasm when the Norwegian said 'sorry'. "But anyway, have you been to see Peter at all lately?"
The Icelandic man pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why? Did something happen?"
"No, something is...Look, Emil, just come home soon, please." Lukas usually wasn't the type to say please, so it had to have been serious. Emil tangled the phone cord between his fingers to keep him from fidgeting.
"What about Tino and Berwald? Have they been keeping an eye on him?"
"Yes, but..."
The sound of crashing came from upstairs, followed by a loud declaration of, "Aw, ya stupid bird!" Emil looked in the general direction of Sadik's voice, then turned back to the phone.
"I have to go now, Lukas. Mr. Puffin is causing trouble. I promise, though. I will be home tomorrow morning."
...
That night, after Toris and Raivis had gone to sleep, Peter snuck out towards the bathroom. He went as quietly as he could, despite the occasional creaking. He pulled the blanket he brought with him around himself more tightly. And still, the poor child shivered.
He was about to go in and check his weight, when he heard a whispering from one of the other rooms.
Peter made his way to the source, and pressed his ear to the door. He could hear Eduard talking to someone else a little better now.
"Look, I'm not saying you can't support us, I'm just saying you have to be discreet about it." Peter assumed the Estonian was using that Skype program to talk to this other person. He couldn't hear the other voice, though, so he assumed Eduard was wearing headphones.
"I know, I know. You can just send me money for what I need for the baby, and-what's that? Well, then convert it to my currency. That way people won't know who sent it." It dawned on the boy now. Despite the Baltic man not saying who the father was, he certainly kept in contact with him.
"Well, we'll meet in secret! We'll go somewhere no one knows about, and... Jah, I know, that's how this all started in the first place. But there's no going back now."
"Peter?" He looked behind him to see Raivis behind him. Peter said nothing, merely cocked his head to indicate what he was doing. The Latvian got the message, and put his own ear to the door.
"Please, just find some way to support me and the baby. You don't even have to have a hand in raising it. You can just..."
Raivis looked down at Peter. "Is he t-talking to the baby's dad?" Peter shrugged, then nodded a little.
"...Do you want to see how big I've gotten?" At this point, it went silent, save for a few barely audible adjusting noises, and the bed creaking. The two eavesdropping boys strained to hear anything else. Both of them figured the father was talking now.
"I'm due in about four months. Maybe you can find some means of helping me by then?" A pause. "And nobody needs to know about this. Nobody needs to know. Good night."
Peter and Raivis drew away from the closed door. The peeking light underneath it fluctuated with Eduard's shadow shuffling across to reach the light switch. They didn't want him to see their feet, and upset him for listening in on his private conversation.
The light then shut off, and the boys walked back to their room. Peter was so distracted, he completely forgot what he came out to do.
Well, he'd probably do it early in the morning anyway.
...
Lukas was quietly fuming. At least twice in the last week, his phone conversations had been cut short! No, this was not good at all. Not to mention it was rather rude.
The Norwegian decided to shake it off and resume reading. After a few minutes, he heard the idiotic giggling of a certain drunken Dane.
"Heeej, Lukas!" Mathias said as he stumbled through the bedroom door. At once, Lukas felt those strong arms encircle him in a big bear hug.
"Put me down, you idiot." As he said this, though, a faint hint of a blush crept onto his face. He'd never easily admit his true feelings to Mathias, though. "I'm busy, now put me down before I smack you."
Mathias complied, still smiling. "What'cha readin', Lukas?"
"Nothing important-Hei!" Before he could stop him, Mathias snatched up his book and looked through the pages. His oddly blissful face gradually faded into a look of concern.
"Lukas, what are y'...What is all this?" Lukas snatched the book back and turned to the spot he left off on.
"It is not for you to know, Mathias. Now go to sleep. I'll tend to your hangover in the morning." The Norwegian returned to his reading, hearing the telltale thud of the Dane hitting his bed, followed by loud snoring.
Looking through the numerous spells, Lukas found two in particular that seemed to be what he wanted. Grabbing a pen and paper, he quickly wrote down the ingredients for both, separating them by a line thick dark line.
"I'll have to think of a good reason for getting these things, if anyone asks," He said to himself. He then turned the paper over and wrote the words for one, and the instructions for both.
Lukas was making good time on what he needed to do. He had plenty of time before he needed to set it all into action. But not yet.
Not yet.
I'll leave it there. I will say this. The coming chapters may become a little dark. I won't say why, but there's a chance they will probably get uncomfortable to read.
And in case you wanted to know, there's a poll up on my page if you want to vote on who you think the baby daddy is.
You know the drill.
-Emerald-Shadow-Knight
