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Chapter Twenty-five: Daddy and Papa

Adam's P.O.V.

I woke up to the sounds of someone puking their guts out. I look at the clock and read 4 am. I groaned tired but get up anyway. The sounds come from the bathroom so I tap on the door. I get no response except for the retching sounds. I push open the door and stare as Chase heaves into the bowl clutching it for dear life.
"Are you okay?" I ask concerned.
He gives me a weak smile.
"I've had better days," he whispers hoarsely.
"I'm so sorry," I reply as I kneel.
He nods in understanding before puking again. I start to rub soothing circles on his back noticing how pale and weak he looks.
"I hate this," he whimpers miserably.
"I know baby," I smile adoringly, "I'm so proud of you."
He gives me a tired smile. I pull him in my arms for a while until he throws up again. He walks wobbly to the sink after and brushes his teeth quickly.
"Done?" I ask.
"Yes," he replies.
I pick him up and carry him to bed. I gently place him down and get in behind him. My arms wrap around his waist until my hand lays protectively on his stomach. In moments his hand is on top of mine. I listen as his breathing evens out and he's fallen back to sleep.
"Love you," I whisper before following him into slumber.
A few hours later I get up again. The bed is empty but I hear no retching sounds from anywhere. I sit up and listen intently as the sheet falls down to my lap covering most of my dignity.
"Chase?" I call out.
"Here," he says as he pops his head out from the closet.
"What are you doing in there?" I ask with a laugh.
He smiles, "looking for something to wear."
"For?"
"School," he answers.
"You're still going?" I question.
"Yes Adam...I want to go until...until I start showing...I won't be able to after," he says.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Do you wanna go?"
He shrugs, "I want to continue my education for him," he pats his stomach.
"Him?" I grin.
"Her?" He retorts.
"We'll know soon enough," I respond.
"Actually...can it be a surprise?" He mumbles embarrassed.
"Really?"
"I mean if you want to know we could in a few weeks-"
"Surprise," I interrupt.
"Really?" He asks excitedly.
"Yes really," I chuckle.
"Thanks Adam," he replies.
"Anything for you love," I nod.
He hums as he goes back to digging through his closet.
"What are you looking for?" I finally ask.
"Jeans," he retaliates.
"Jeans? Don't you have some?"
He comes out fully and sits down in the bed next to me.
"...they um...are starting to fit...tight," he mutters with a blush.
"Seriously?" I smirk.
"Yes," he grabs my hand.
He leads it under his shirt just below his navel. Right there is a firm but small bulge.
"Is that...?" I trail off.
"Yeah," he smiles brightly.
If you weren't looking you'd probably miss it. Our baby.
"Hey there baby, you woke us up this morning really early you know," I speak to it softly.
Chase reclines on the pillows as I continue speaking. I push his shirt up to reveal his stomach more. There's a smile on his face with a light blush.
"It's just my body trying to get used to it," he explains.
"Still so small and causing trouble," I reply.
I trace a random pattern on him as we speak.
He takes my free hand and interlaces it with his.
"Daddy and papa love you very much," I whisper.
"Daddy and papa?" He questions.
"Yes you're papa and I'm daddy," I add.
He raises an eyebrow but nods in approval, "I like it."
"Good...come on I'll help you find some jeans," I offer.
"Thank you," he kisses me in gratitude.
"Welcome love," I get up and offer my hand.
He takes it and we both get ready for school.
"Morning you two," Tasha smiles.
"Good morning," we both greet.
Mr. Davenport comes down with a smile.
"Chase grab some toast and meet me in the lab," he calls.
"What about me?" I ask.
"You're not pregnant so just come down," he replies.
"I get no toast?" I ask with a pout.
"You can handle it I'm eating for one and a half," he smiles playfully.
"...our kid is only half made?" I ask panicked.
"What?"
"Ohmygosh is that normal? Mr. Davenport!" I shout
"Adam, stop," he laughs.
"Chase this is not funny!"
"Adam it's normal," Tasha reassures.
"If it's anything like Leo it's not," I say.
"Come on!" Chase drags me with him.
We go to the lab where Mr. D is waiting.
"Finally," he exclaims.
"What's going on?" Chase asks.
"We need to talk about the baby," he says sternly.
"Okay," Chase agrees.
"There are ground rules and I have to ask, are you going to move in together?"

"What?" We both ask confused.

"Last night I heard…your activities and I find it that you should move into a room together," he says with a cough.

Chase turns bright red and I can't help but chuckle nervously.

"You heard?" Chase asks shyly.

"Oh yes…which reminds me you're getting a sound proof room," he adds.

"You have no problem with all of this?" I question suspiciously.

"Adam you already got Chase pregnant what else can happen?" he sighs.

"Alright…if you're sure we'll move in together," I smile.

"Good I'll set up your room next to the nursery," Mr. D says with a big grin.

"Nursery?" Chase inquires curiously.

He gives Chase a soft smile and a nod, "We have to talk about the things you need to do to deliver the baby healthy and safe."

Chase nods enthusiastically. I sit back and listen trying to make sure I don't miss a thing.

"Avoid any unneeded stress and eat more fruits and vegetables do everything a normal pregnant person would. Avoid using your bionics as we don't know the effect on the baby yet but considering you've been pregnant for months without any complications you should be fine," he says.

"Anything else?" I ask.

"…Be careful…we'll talk more later," He dismisses us.

We get up and head to school. I carry his back bag and books and hold his hand with my free one. He does the same, the other hand holding some toast.

"Will you be able to keep that down?"

"Yes…hopefully," he nibbles on it.

I smile and kiss on the lips before we enter what I call hell on earth.