Author's Note: OH HEY. LOOK. AN UPDATE.

I mean. Well, not really, this is just a short chapter. A really short one just to let y'all know I haven't abandoned this fic. Just that work has been consuming me. The usual. Apologies for the wait.


You had always thought that birthing pains had been greatly exaggerated. Your mom had said that she had been too tired to scream when you decided to enter the world. Your colleagues said the same and even your doctor mentioned that it was rather rare to find mothers screaming their lungs out when they are trying to push a huge ham out from your vagina. Maybe in one in a ten but seeing that you apparently had child-bearing hips and you dilated without an issue, you didn't think much of it.

After all, you are quite ready to see your child and what is a bit of cramping pain?

As you grab both Penny and your mother's arms, your spine twisting in agony as your nerves are set on fire you realized something:

They were all fucking liars.

And you are a complete idiot for believing them.

Penny made a whining chittering spider noise that would have swivelled heads if not for the fact that you were louder and angrier and fuck him. FUCK HIM.

THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT.

"FUCK! FUCK! WHY? WHY?"

The doctor, nursing an impressive bruise from where you had accidentally kicked him when he made a mistake of asking you to be still, peeks over the cloth, "There you go, I can see his hair."

It was only because your legs are strapped you didn't kick him again.

"Oh honey, you're doing great," your mom said grimacing as she tries to distract you. Her voice washed over you like water over wax. As your vaginal cavity continues to expand and another bolt of pain shoots up your spine, you can feel it; Penny using whatever miserable powers he has to sooth you.

You can feel the twinge of his powers trickling from, that soft warmth so strange to someone like him, the love he feels and the pride pouring from every part of his being into yours.

You could cry.

You nearly did.

Then you remembered who put you here.

"WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE LAID ANOTHER EGG?"

You screamed at the same time as the doctor suddenly recoiled backwards, shrieking himself.

"OH MY GOD!"

Even amidst the agony you can't help but note the look of sheer horror on the doctor and nurses' faces, eyes laser focused onto the area between your legs.

Horror replaces your pain as panic floods your brain – why are they looking, what's wrong with my baby? –

The words die in your mouth as something dark and cold and wrong slithers out from your aching cunt.


Some time ago.


Pennywise stares down upon your sleeping form. At last you're safe. No more former mates mucking your brain. No weird exchanges or arguments and best of all

NO MORE REFRRACTORY PERIOD.

YAS

Eggy makes a retch sound by her father's side, clearly not liking the fact that due to the trickling of powers they now share a mental link. Eggy had not been pleased by this. Not because she found the concept a violation (she's half human, mind reading is a thing-ish) but more of the fact that her Papa was even more arrogant in his head than he was out of it.

He embraced it, feeling almost like his old self. True, he was not in peak condition but even with the pathetic smidge that he has, he was still superior to everyone on this wretched planet.

'Such ego. Papa shouldn't be so arrogant,'

'Pah, this is nothing. You should have been there my dearest, this world had been my oyster.'

'Yeah…and you got your butt kicked by Uncle Hanlon and his friends.'

'…Let's just wake Mama up all right.'

'Let her rest. Baby brother needs rest too.'

Penny's eyes widened as he turns to his offspring. Eggy smiles nudging the memory to the surface and allows her father to see.

A boy but not really. Still forming but thriving. Cocooned in your womb protectively as it returns to slumber, tired from defending you. That explains why you were so difficult to rouse, even as Penny and Eggy took turns carrying you home; you were sleeping for two.

The former clown kneels down beside you, one hand on your child and another on your cheek. Eggy leans her head on his shoulder and the three, no, four of felt the wave of domestic contentment.

Then there was a knock on the door.