He woke to Stolas staring adoringly at him from the other side of the bed, his head delicately propped up on his hand and a content smile on his face.
Blitz inwardly cringed at the open affection in his gaze. More and more, it seemed like the Prince was looking at him like that, and it always made him feel out of his depth.
"Good morning, Blitzy," The owl cooed, "How are you feeling? Better, I hope."
Blitz groaned as he sat up, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn. He actually felt more rested than he had in days but didn't admit it out loud.
He waved a hand in the Prince's direction, "I feel fine."
He looked out at the sun through the balcony windows and then at the alarm clock beside the bed and cursed.
"Shit! I'm late for work!"
He scrambled off the bed, frantically gathering his clothes from the night before and getting dressed.
"Must you run off so soon?" Stolas pouted as he stood next to his bed in nothing but his robe, "We could have breakfast together or-"
"No time for pleasantries, bitch," Blitz interrupted, "Daddy's got work to do."
He glanced up at Stolas's disappointed face and winced, rubbing the back of his neck.
"But, uh, thanks," he mumbled, gesturing vaguely with his other hand, "Ya know, for letting me spend the night."
Stolas's expression brightened.
"Of course, my dear. You're always welcome to spend the night with me," He walked around the bed to stand in front of the imp, reaching down to touch the side of his face, "I do so enjoy waking up to you."
Blitz fervently hoped he wasn't blushing.
"Yeah, well-"
His fumbling words were interrupted as the owl leaned down and placed a kiss on his lips. It was far too gentle, so unlike the urgent lustful kisses he usually received from the owl, and he pulled away quickly.
'fuck this'
"Okay, that's enough domestic sap for one morning," Blitz announced, turning to leave, "Now, where's that damn book..."
Said book floated toward him, surrounded by Stolas's magic.
"Fortunately, I was able to finish my duties while you were sleeping," The owl said, "Although I hated to leave you for even a moment, especially since you were so delightfully clingy."
Blitz snatched the book out of the air, ignoring the Prince's words as he turned toward the balcony.
"Do message me after your trip to the doctors," Stolas said, following close behind the imp as he tried to make a hasty retreat, "You do still intend to go, don't you?"
Blitz rolled his eyes with a groan.
"Said I would, so I will," He griped, "Now stop being such a mother hen."
"Very well," Stolas replied, not at all bothered by Blitz's moodiness, "Until next time, my little imp."
"Yeah, yeah."
The drive to work was torture. Blitz thought he'd been doing better, but his driving speed, coupled with the winding roads of Imp city, had set his stomach off again. Nausea rolled over him in waves, and he clenched his teeth through it all.
Once parked, he let out a deep sigh and rested his forehead briefly on the steering wheel as he waited for the rolling feeling in his stomach to subside. Then, feeling suddenly weak in the knees, he shakily made his way into the building and up to his office, wincing when all eyes turned toward him.
"Good of you to finally show up, Sir," Moxxie greeted with a judgemental stare.
"Moxxie," Millie gently reprimanded her husband, "You know the full moon is a busy night for him."
"Yeah, I'm sure he had his hands full," Loona smirked from behind her desk.
"Yeah, yeah, yuk it up, all of you," Blitz replied, rolling his eyes as he made his way inside, "Never mind the fact that the work I'm putting in is what keeps us all employed."
"Sorry, sir, but you must admit that 3 hours late is a little excessive," Moxxie pointed out, "Even for the day after a full moon."
"The point is, I'm here, and so is the book," Blitz replied, lifting the book up slightly to make his point, "So enough chit-chat; let's get to work."
"Are ya sure you don't want something to eat first?" Millie politely asked, "Mox and I brought some muffins."
She picked up the plate of half-eaten muffins on the nearest table and held it toward him. The smell hit him immediately, not unpleasant, but it instantly sent his stomach rolling.
He gagged, recoiling slightly.
Moxxie rolled his eyes.
"Honestly, Sir, they're not that-"
Whatever else he said was lost on Blitz as he covered his mouth, dropping the book carelessly on the ground, eyes darting around wildly.
Thank satan for conveniently placed waste baskets.
He fell to his knees in front of the one near Loona's desk and heaved, arms wound tightly around his stomach. Loona let out a sound of disgust as she stood and backed quickly away from him. Moxxie and Millie exchanged concerned looks as he continued to gag and heave, having little in his stomach to actually empty.
"Oh, Hon, are you sick?" Millie gently asked.
Blitz groaned.
"Gee, what gave me away," he sarcastically replied, still bending over the little trash can.
"Sir, if you're feeling under the weather, you could have just called in," Moxxie said, "No sense getting us all sick."
"I thought you seemed a little run down yesterday, too," Millie commented, "Maybe you should see a doctor."
Blitz sighed as he pushed himself to his feet, feeling once again exhausted.
"I already promised Stolas I'd go after work," he explained, "So you can all get off my case about it."
"You should go now."
Blitz looked at Loona in mild surprise, but the hellhound just shrugged.
"You haven't smelled right in weeks," She informed him.
'weeks?' Blitz thought.
"I've only been sick a couple days," He replied, "And what the fuck do you mean by smell?" he straightened his back, looking offended, "I'll have you know I bathe at least twice a week."
"Look, you only have one client for today anyway," Loona persisted, "The other two stooges can handle it."
"Aww Looney," Blitz looked at his daughter with misty eyes, touched, "Are you worried about your dear old dad?"
"That's not what I said," Loona grunted, clearly embarrassed, "Just don't need you puking your guts out all over the office; it's gross."
"She's right, Sir; it's quite unsanitary," Moxxie added.
"Ugh, Okay, fine, I'll go to the fucking doctors," Blitz picked the book up and placed it on Loona's desk, frowning, "But he's just gonna tell me I have the flu and send my ass home, mark my words."
It was not the flu.
Blitz stared uncomprehendingly from his seat in the doctor's office, his mind trying to wrap around what he'd just been told.
"I'm what now?" he asked, sure he'd heard wrong, his voice quiet and strained.
"Pregnant, Mr. Blitzo," The doctor cheerfully repeated, and it was a testament to just how stunned Blitz was that he didn't correct him on the name.
'Pregnant'
He shook his head, frowning as he broke out of his daze.
"Like Fuck I am," Blitz protested, finally finding his voice, "How is that even fucking possible?!"
The imp doctor adjusted his glasses, looking taken aback by the blatant profanity despite it being Hell.
"I must admit it's very rare in cases of male imps," he replied, "But the test results don't lie. You're nearly a month along already."
A month along...which would line up perfectly with the last full moon. Shit. Fucking shit.
Still feeling a little shocked, Blitz lightly placed his hand against his stomach, mind reeling.
'Fucking Pregnant?'
"Sir, are you alright?" the doctor asked.
He blinked up at him.
"Yeah...yeah," he answered faintly, "Just a little nauseous is all."
"Ah well, we can give you something for that," the doctor assured him, "Unless your simply planning on terminating?"
"Terminating?" Blitz repeated, confused.
"It's understandable if this is an unwanted pregnancy," he continued, "It's not uncommon, especially at this early stage, to get rid of the fetus."
The hand on his stomach clenched into a tight grip over his shirt, a sudden fierce protective instinct taking hold even as his rational mind reasoned that this was probably the best course of action.
He could terminate...get rid of the pregnancy and tell everyone it had simply been the flu, just like he predicted. No one would have to know. No one but him. Nothing had to change.
"Of course, I understand if this is something you need to discuss with your partner first," the doctor went on, oblivious to Blitz's inner turmoil.
'Partner.' Blitz thought, 'Stolas...'
Fuck what would the bird demon even think of such a predicament? Would he want to keep the baby or discard it like trash? Their arrangement was never supposed to go beyond sex. He was just a plaything to the Prince. Nothing more despite the soft gazes Stolas had started to send his way.
Would he terminate their agreement for good? Decide Blitz was more trouble than he was worth and take back the book?
"Sir? ?"
Blitz blinked, looking back up.
"Uh, yeah," he replied, still numb, "I'll need to...to talk to my...yeah."
"I'll just get you something for nausea along with some prenatal vitamins and send you on your way," The doctor said, "You can make a follow-up appointment with the nurse outside."
Blitz nodded as he slipped out of his seat to stand.
His hand never left his stomach.