Category: Angst, AU
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4
Rating: R (?)
Disclaimer: Standard. You know them all by now so I won't bore you with a repeat.
Notes: This takes place in a world of my own making, where things can and are twisted into strange things. So what doesn't seem possible is. There are M/M relationships in this fic (I'm very much a 1x2/3x4 fan.) so if boys being together (and I do mean together) bothers you don't read.
Twisted Fates Part Sixteen
By SilverLady
The musty smell of dirt and animals assailed Duo's nostrils as he carefully closed the door to the barn. He hadn't planned on coming out here, content to let Trowa take care of things, but when he'd gone to make supper he'd discovered he was out of onions. So he'd had to come out here, where he kept the rest hanging.
Moving slowly, he headed towards the room at the back of the barn. He was pretty sure that Trowa and Ken had kept the aisle clean and free of obstacles, but he wasn't taking any chances. He didn't need to be falling down at this stage of things.
He frowned slightly as he rested on hand on his swollen belly. There were things about this pregnancy that bothered him. While Ken had been almost constantly in motion; kicking, stretching, twisting and punching; this baby rarely moved and when it did it seemed slow and sluggish.
Another thing was the lack of response to the sound of his voice. He had spent many nights just talking to Ken, who would kick at Duo's side as if he was trying to talk back in some way. And it wasn't just kicking for kicking's sake, the kicks would vary by the way Duo talked or by what was said. When he talked about Heero and the things that had happened between them the kicks were different than they were when he talked about the future and his plans.
But this baby did none of that, seeming to just lie there, still and quiet. Duo's moods didn't seem to affect it at all.
Duo had tried to ignore the lack of activity, telling himself that this was a different pregnancy with a different man for a father and that this baby was just different than Ken. But the vague, uneasy feeling that there was something wrong wouldn't go away.
Letting out a breath, he opened the door to the back room. He was getting a bit melancholy. It was just needless worrying that he didn't need. Everything would be just fine; he just had to be patient.
Using his sense of smell he found his way to the side of the room that held the drying racks full of onions. The garden had done especially well this year, filling his storage rooms with vegetables for the coming winter. Maybe someone had known that he would need them.
He knew that Trowa seriously wanted to stay here until after the baby was born, afraid to risk either Quatre's or his unborn child's health. He didn't blame him. It would be better for both of them. But he didn't know if he could stay under the same room with Heero for that amount of time and he was pretty sure that whatever Quatre did, Heero would do as well. He wasn't quite sure what had brought about this sudden closeness; when he had lived in the city the two had had little to do with each other; but it did present a bit of a problem. If he insisted that Heero leave he knew Quatre would go as well and then he would feel guilty and worry about the blonde. But if he allowed Quatre to stay then he would have to live with Heero being underfoot all the time, something he wasn't sure he could do.
Plus there was Ken. What would happen if he got close to one or all of the men and then they left? Plus, there was his relationship with Heero. Did Duo dare tell his son exactly who Heero was or did he keep silent? What if Heero insisted on getting to know his son, telling him who he was in the process? Would that be a good idea in the long run? Or would it wind up hurting Ken more?
With a frown Duo started to reach up to get down a string of onions. He really didn't know what he should do.
Suddenly a tearing pain ripped through his abdomen. Gasping at the unexpectedness of the pain, Duo sank to his knees, wrapping his arms across his belly.
What the hell?
Closing his eyes, Duo rocked his body, trying to regain his equilibrium. Just as he though he had got himself back together another pain ripped through him. Tears sprang to his eyes at the intensity of the pain, which was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Even labor hadn't hurt like this.
What' s wrong? What's happening?
As a third pain wrenched his body he felt something else. The sensation of liquid sliding down the inside of his leg. Moving carefully, he lowered one hand down to run it across the crotch of his pants. There was definitely some kind of liquid there; he could feel where it had already seeped through the cloth.
Slowly he brought his hand to his nose, almost dreading what it might be. After a moment an odd coppery tang penetrated his senses. He knew the smell. It was blood, his blood.
Oh, god, I'm bleeding. No. Please no.
More tears slid down his face as the gravity of the situation hit him.
As he struggled to get to his feet he heard a sound. The sound of a door being opened.
"Daddy?"
"Ken," Duo gasped. He felt small hands on his arms.
"Daddy? What's wrong?"
Duo grabbed at Ken's hand. "Go to the house. Get Trowa. Tell him to send someone for Adrianna. Then have him come out here. I need him."
"Daddy?"
"Go. Hurry."
"O... okay." The hands left him and he heard the sound of small feet running away from him.
"Please, hurry."
