Things may speed up a little around here, don't worry guys. Please don't yell at me. Sometimes it's a little hard to write in for 40 weeks of stuff, ya know? So sorry if this feels rushed, it'll slow down dramatically after a few chapters...

Chapter 25: Just a normal, not-so-normal night.

After finding out the baby was a boy, Antonio immediately ran in the kitchen and hugged me. He was babbling gibberish in English and Spanish, and talking really fast. All I could really get from it was "Our baby is a boy! I'm gonna have a son!"

I have these moments where no matter how hard I try I just can't help but smile at him no matter how stupid he was acting or how mad I was at him. This was definitely one of those moments.

"Lovi~~~~ I'm so exciteeeeed!" He said, actually a little calmed down. His cries of happiness had turned into small bursts of laughter.

"I know." I said, laughing a little as well, only a how childish he was being about this. I was expecting it of course, but it still made me laugh when I watched it.

A few minutes passed and he was completely cooled down (except for a giggle every now and then) and sitting at the table eating his plate of my amazing Italian food.

"So~ we need to decorate his room, a-and find alot more baby stuff. I just realized how unprepared we are and it's the half-way mark. Lovi, why didn't you say anything bout how much we haven't done at all?" Antonio said, all too quickly but somehow I understood every word.

"I have ideas. You might be unprepared but I've been doing alot more than you think." I said calmly, shrugging a little bit and continuing my own eating while he kept going on about things he needed to get. "We still have about twenty weeks, take a breath Antonio."

He stopped babbling and sighed, shutting up for the rest of the meal. Well not silent. He asked a few simple questions like how I was feeling, what I did after my appointment, did they say anything new. Pretty much the same stuff I hear every night.

And then the bomb dropped.

"We have a world conference next weekend." DAMMIT I FORGOTTEN ALL ABOUT THOSE! I honestly don't have to go if Feliciano is attending, because only one Italy has to attend. It was usually him. But Antonio has to go... Because there is only one Spain... Thank God...

"Oh." I whispered and lazily took a sip of water. "Where?"

"Britain." Antonio said, he sounded slightly agitated and disgusted that he had to say that. I rolled my eyes with a sigh.

"I guess I'll go. Feliciano probably isn't up for it anyway."

"Good point."

"I don't want to go."

"I know."

We sat there in an awkward silence for a few moments before he stood up and took both of our plates to the sink. I sat there alone staring at the already very obvious bump. I could just say I was eating more, but no one would fall for that. I'm also 90% sure mine and Feliciano's case had put everyone on full alert for this happening.

"I still want to name him Dantè." I said plainly, catching Antonio's attention from him playing with something on his phone later in the evening. He sighed and continued typing something that I guessed he was talking to his two bastard friends.

"And why's that?" He asked, turning off his phone and setting it on the night stand. He pulled me towards him and wrapped his arms around me, letting his hands rest on the baby. "I still like Miguel, or Gabriel."

"Think about it. Dantè." I whispered, leaning my head on his chest. "It just sounds nice. It's Spanish and Italian, too."

"Hm... Dantè Fernandez-Vargas..." Antonio whispered into my ear when he rested his chin on my shoulder. "It is different. And with our last names it works. Good job, mi amor." He shifted and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "Not that I would expect anything less from my beautiful Italian."

He kissed my cheek again, traveling downwards with his lips. It wasn't long before he was lightly kissing everywhere on the left side of my neck. With that happening, his hands also moving south, and my already fucked up body magnifying everything, I had a bit of an issue.

"Toni..." I whispered shakily, trying not to sound encouraging even if I wanted him to continue. Hell yes I wanted him to continue. At this point I wouldn't care about anything else if he would just do something.

"Yes Lovi~?" He purred in my ear. I felt a shiver run down my spine when he did. "Do you want something?"

"Dammit don't play innocent." I said, lightly elbowing him in the stomach. "You know what your doing."

"Are you up for it? Francis actually said it could be helpful for you." I should have known. He moved his hands up my shirt almost pulling it off. "But it's up to you."

"Stop playing around." I growled, letting him take my shirt off. Antonio shifted a little, letting me lay on my back. He moved over me with a expression I had never seen before. It was the strangest mix of concerned, playful, careful and turned on.

I closed my eyes when his lips met mine. It didn't take log for my hands to find his hair, and his tongue to invade my mouth. But it was still just a sweet as ever, as if he was almost afraid to go too far tonight.

I pulled away first, staring into the emerald orbs in front of mt face. "Antonio?"

Antonio pressed his forehead to mine. "Are you sure about this? I know what Francis said, but what if something happens. It's been a few weeks and I don't know if I can hold back and be gentle with you."

I rolled my eyes and leaned up to lightly peck his lips. "I'll be okay. Or..."

"Or what?"

"U-um..."

"Lovi?"

"M-maybe I could... you know... be on... top... tonight?"

It took a minute for me to get it all out, and another for the words to process in Antonio's brain. I was almost gonna take it back when he laughed a little, smiling at me. "If that's what you want... Who am I to deny my Lovi?"

I CHICKENED OUT AGAIN AND I DON'T WANNA REWRITE THIS wHOLE CHAPTER SO YOU GET THAT!