The first thing Ludwig noticed upon his eyes fluttering open was a concerned pair of crimson, filled with tears the German hadn't even realized his mate was capable of producing. Crying…? Why was Gilbert crying? A low groan fell from Ludwig's lips as he pushed his hands down on the small cot, forcing himself to sit up slowly, blinking in an attempt to focus his eyes. "Gil…? Baby, what's wrong?" He questioned, his voice hoarse and confused. He remembered not feeling so good… Gilbert and Annaliese had been fighting, and it had gotten to him. Then he had… he had hit the floor, hadn't he?
As soon as the blonde began to move, the demon was at his side, a careful hand moving to Ludwig's back to help him slowly sit up, his free hand moving to cradle Ludwig's face as he let out a weak, relieved laugh. "Sweetheart, I was so worried about you! One minute you were fine and then you just…" He shook his head, stroking carefully through cornsilk locks. "I'm so sorry, Luddi. So so sorry. I got so caught up in my anger at that girl that I didn't realize you were getting stressed out." Crimson eyes glanced around the room to make sure they were alone, before turning his attention back to his mate. "It was really sudden… I'm pretty sure I know what is wrong with you.. well, not wrong… but I'd rather wait until we're home again to check for sure." He murmured softly, tugging the other up into his arms, cradling him to his chest. "I promise you're ok though. If it's what I think, than you are even more than ok." He soothed.
One blonde brow raised in curiosity at the demon's words, even as Ludwig allowed himself to be helped to his feet, an arm immediately wrapping around Gilbert's waist for stability; he had hit his head on the way down, and the dizziness was getting to him. Through the haze he was feeling, he only half heard his lover murmuring about taking him home, giving a little nod, groaning with regret as a fresh wave of dizziness washed through him. It wasn't until they had arrived at their home, Gilbert leading the younger man to the couch, that Ludwig allowed himself to give in to the sick feeling. He fell back against the cushions, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as Ludwig allowed Gilbert to adjust the pillows, propping him up carefully. "You… said you know what's wrong with me?" He questioned, cerulean locking on crimson, gleaming with confused curiosity. "What is it? I always get stressed out when people are fighting around me, but it usually doesn't hit me that hard, so it couldn't just be that." He mused thoughtfully, lifting his hand to idly sweep his fingers through soft blonde locks, a perplexed frown tugging at his lips.
Stifling a laugh, the incubus moved to curl up on the couch beside his lover, shifting the bigger man until he rested back against Gilbert's chest, long, graceful fingers sliding down to rest against Ludwig's firm stomach. "Well, darling, if you'll stay very very still for me a moment, I'll be able to tell you one way or the other." Gilbert could barely contain his excitement as he gingerly pushed Ludwig's shirt up, resting his palms flat against his stomach. Was he doing this right? He wasn't sure; the elders had said that if a child was created, its demon parent would be able to sense it by touch alone. A nervous tingling ran through the albinos body as he let his palms brush over the others stomach. Was their little one really there? How would he even know what to expect to feel?
And then it came. Slow at first, a calm happiness wash over him, radiating from the hands on his mate's stomach, travelling through his veins. A strong rush of protectiveness and adoration. Their little one was there, there was no mistaking it. What else could cause a feeling such as this, not to mention Ludwig's sudden sickness? Crimson eyes glittered with delight as the demon glanced up at his mate, a grin spreading across his face. "...Congratulations... Mommy." He murmured, dipping his head to press a sweet kiss to Ludwig's stomach, making sure not to let sharp teeth hurt the other; he must already be feeling miserable enough. His face was awestruck as he pressed another tender kiss to his mate's firm stomach, voice holding sincere wonder when he spoke once more. "You're going to be alright, Luddi. I guess our little one just decided to make a big entrance."
The twenty two year old paled as that word fell from his mate's lips- mommy. No. Nope, that wasn't possible. An awkward, anxious laugh escaped him, followed by another. "H-ha.. haha… good one, Gilbert. For a minute, you almost had me going. What's really wrong with me?" There was absolutely no way Ludwig was willing to believe that he was truly pregnant. He was a man, he'd always been a man, it was impossible! Surely, the demon just didn't understand human anatomy! A feeling of sheer terror washed over him at even the notion of being pregnant. Gilbert seemed so eager about the idea, but for Ludwig… it wasn't nearly so simple. If he was, he'd have to drop out of school. Hide completely from everyone he cared about until it was over- what else could he do? It wasn't like he could explain how he, a human male, was suddenly carrying a child! 'No, no. Settle down, Luddi. He's mistaken. Gil just doesn't understand. I'm definitely not pregnant.'
The albinos face fell at his lovers anxious tone. Was Ludwig not pleased? Was he upset? They were mates, Gilbert had thought he would be overjoyed to be carrying their child. And yet… he seemed scared, and on edge. "I'm… I'm not joking, Luddi. I told you, a male incubus can impregnate their human mate, no matter the gender. Our seed is special, it forms an almost artificial womb around itself, and contains the equivalent of pre-fertilized eggs, so that one of them takes to your body without much trouble. I… I told you all that…" A frown tugged at his lips as he looked away. "...Are you not happy to be carrying our child?"
"I-It's… not that." Ludwig's voice was hoarse as he spoke, his eyes still retaining their previous terror. "But Gil… I'm a man. My body isn't… designed… to carry a child. How will I even have it? And what about school? I'll have to drop out… men don't get pregnant, there will be absolutely no way that I can explain it to anyone." He fretted, chewing on his nails in worry. "I don't even know if my body can handle a pregnancy, and fuck, I'll get fat, and moody and ugly.." Ludwig babbled, his anxiety getting the best of him as tears welled up in his eyes.
Gilbert became more and more alarmed as his mate began to cry, a sickening feeling of… was that guilt?.. gnawing into his stomach as he gathered his lover close into his arms, stroking through his hair as soothingly as he possibly could. Shit. He'd told Ludwig straight from the start that this was what was going to happen, right? Why was it only now that it was hitting the man so hard, Gilbert didn't understand. "But… this is our child. This means… we'll be a family." He pointed out, a frown tugging at his lips, confusion evident on his face as he spoke slowly, as though that one point would relieve all of Ludwig's anxieties and make him joyful for what was to come. "You… don't really need school if you're going to be my mate. We're eventually going to go home anyways, unless you plan on staying in this… " He made a face of disgust. "Human realm."
"News flash, Gilbert, I'm a human! I'm a part of this realm you find so much disgust with! I have a life, and I do school because I want to! Because I enjoy it, you aren't the only thing I think of you know. If you hate it so much here, hate the food, and everything about it, why don't you just go home!" Ludwig spat in upset frustration, wrenching away from the others arms as he stood and stormed off to the bedroom, slamming the door loudly behind him.
Gilbert stared after him for quite some time, confused and hurt. Did Ludwig not want him? Apparently not, it was already clear he didn't want their child. With a sigh, Gilbert gathered his few things, before slipping out of the house. If Ludwig wanted him to go home, he would. Or maybe he'd force himself to get a human apartment, to learn to be human. If he survived that long without his mate, the fight had already drained what nourishment he had had, and he ached to kiss Ludwig's face, to tell him he loved him. But there was no point. Not when Ludwig was already so angry. With a sigh, Gilbert sat on a nearby bench, his face in his hands as he did something that in his centuries of living, he had never done- cry.