And this is the last chapter, Luete! Thank you for waiting so patiently. My brother and I are having financial problems, and I still have to take care of his daughter when he's at work. Please refrain from complaints! This is not the end of the story; the show will go on next year or so in a sequel story.
"Ve~, Ludwig," Feliciano smiled warmly, tugging on his fiancé's baby blue satin dress shirt. Ludwig, of course, just had to grin back, pecking his lover on the head. "I love you,"
"Liebe dich," He replied, giving Feliciano another kiss before running off to get his black suitcase full of documents and papers.
Feliciano was almost due; his stomach was such an unwieldy size, he could barely do housework nowadays. All he really did was being his normal wimpy self, Ludwig controlling his temper because he knewhis little Italian lover boy could go into labor at any moment.
Grabbing the briefcase from his office, he took the time to readjust the ring on his left hand, smiling as he did so before rushing to the coat hanger. These days, the German country had a really hard time keeping up with the speed of his lifestyle. Feliciano, on the other hand, was perfectly untouched by the unorganized routine.
Vargas lay on the couch, no longer used for lovemaking late at night, scrunching up his lips as if he demanded a kiss... Was he actually thinking deeply for a moment?
He tried to sit up, falling back onto the cushions in defeat; stupid bulge…
"Ludwig~, help me~!" the hazel-eyed man sang, whining. Oh, how he wished to get up by himself; to sweep with a brush and vacuum the master bedroom and such… Stupid bulge…
Beilschmidt sighed, setting down his business supplies and coat, helping his Feliciano up and off the sofa.
Feliciano blinked once, twice, three times; his eyebrows knitted together as he let out a strangled sound of pain.
Once heard, Ludwig knewthe baby was coming. Should he call Elizabeta and Roderich for help? Or should he drive his lover to the hospital as quick as possible?
Feliciano moaned again, sweat now drenching his forehead as he lay on the couch again. He didn't know if he could last any longer. He wanted to die; why did the pressure and pain have to be today? On him; oh, why did this have to happen?
"Ha, haa~! Help, Ludwig!"
Too late. The hospital option was gone. He'd have to ask Elizabeta for help while Roderich yelled at him for being a father.
Growling, he picked up the home phone and dialed.
"Why the hell are you the FATHER?" Roderich screamed, outrageous. Ludwig only knew this was going to happen. "At first there was this rumor that poor Feli was impregnated, then, someone said it was a secret lover of his… Now, it turns out it's YOU."
Ludwig rubbed the temples of his head. Letting Roderich ramble on and on and on about the consequences that would happen about pregnancy before marriage.
Feliciano, of course, couldn't hear a word as he practically screamed in pain, Elizabeta wincing by his side.
"I remember when…" Roderich then trailed off after scolding Ludwig. For that, the German hadto sigh deeply and roll his eyes at the older man.
"Ludwig!" Feliciano hollered, his hazel eyes going wide at the sudden surge of pain. His arm reached up to the air, groping for a hand to squeeze.
Ludwig pushed Roderich aside, racing towards Feliciano and holding that appendage as tight as he could to comfort him.
"Ready?" Elizabeta asked, already sweating beads herself. Feliciano said nothing, but Ludwig nodded yes.
"It's going to be OK," the blonde had said; he couldn't help but worry if that was really true.
"L-Ludwig..! Help!"
The cries of a newborn filled the room.
Beauty; that's all Ludwig could think of as the sounds reverberated off of the room walls. Elizabeta sighed in relief while Roderich set down his teacup daintily on the waiting china plate.
Cleaning the child, the Hungarian cradled it, smiling as she silently wished for one of her own, for once accepting that she was born female and grew up to be a rough, yet at the same time feminine, woman.
"It's a boy," she said. "You're very lucky, Feliciano." The hazel-eyed man had passed out in response; Elizabeta turned to Ludwig. "Would you like to hold him?"
"Uh…" Ludwig stuttered for once in his life. "Ja, Elizabeta." And with that, she handed the baby boy over to the blonde.
Ludwig held his son awkwardly, not sure where to put his arms. But it was a joy; he had never cared for someone this way.
"My boy," he breathed. "R-Ricardo…"
"So you picked out an Italian name? How interesting…" Roderich hummed, putting a finger to his chin. "Very interesting…"
Ludwig shot Roderich a stern glance, but his face softened as he looked back down at Ricardo. This was truly a miracle…
"Thank you," he whispered particularly to no one. His life would never be the same again. "I love you, Feliciano."
I appreciate you reading this! It was a wonderful journey for me, and I hope it was enjoyable for you, too!
Until next time, Luete!
Auf Wiedersehen from Tomas in Magdeburg, DE.