Thank You, LostSoul09, for continuing to be my only commenter, lol
Over the next few weeks, Blitz concluded that being pregnant fucking sucked. The bouts of nausea were ongoing, and the medicine he'd been given would only grant him relief for a few measly hours before he found himself bent over another trashcan or toilet. On top of that, he was often tired, falling asleep in his office and spending the evenings dozing on the couch back at the apartment. According to Loona, Blitz had also been a 'moody little bitch', easily irritated during working hours and snapping at his employees only to become immediately weepy and apologetic. His tone abs had also become soft, and there was now a slight bulge to his belly; nothing overtly noticeable, but Blitz had thrown a fit the first morning he could not squeeze into his usual pair of jeans.
So, yeah, being pregnant fucking sucked.
"You coming to work or what?" Loona asked.
Blitz groaned from his spot sprawled out on the couch, wearing a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt, covering his face with his hands. He'd been so sick the night before that he'd fallen asleep on the couch clutching a trashcan to his chest, and although his stomach felt more settled now, Blitz's entire body felt achy and tired.
Loona raised an eyebrow, "Is that a no?"
Blitz sighed, removing his hands from his face and craning his neck to look at his daughter.
"I think I'm going to sit this one out," He reluctantly admitted, "You can take the van. Tell Moxxie to get my paperwork in order, and don't fuck up on today's kill, okay?"
"Yeah, whatever," Loona replied, snatching the van keys off the table.
She turned to leave but paused, looking back at the imp now curled up on his side on the couch.
"You, uh, gonna be okay here by yourself?"
Blitz looked at her with teary eyes, clearly touched by the question.
"I'll be fine, Looney toon," He answered, "Don't you worry about me."
Loona rolled her eyes.
"I didn't say I was worried," She said, "Just try to eat something, okay?"
Blitz felt his heart warm further at the instruction, and he readily agreed that he would fix himself a light breakfast after he rested some more. Seeming satisfied with his answer, Loona said a quick goodbye and left out the door.
Blitz yawned, pulling the horse-covered blanket off the back of the couch and curling it around him as he snuggled down into the worn-out couch, warding off the chill he felt in the air. He'd only just closed his eyes when he heard his phone ding from the table in front of him. He whined a little as he pried his eyes back open and reluctantly reached out to grab it.
Pretty Bird: Good Morning, Darling!
Blitz scoffed softly at the far too cheerful tone of the text. His phone dinged again before he could reply.
Pretty Bird: How are you feeling today?
Blitz frowned as he replied that he felt like shit and had stayed home from work to rest. His spelling was worse than usual, but he was certain Stolas could decipher what he meant.
Pretty Bird: I'm sorry to hear that, my dear. If you need anything, just let me know. I'm only a portal trip away.
Being in a relationship was still so new to Blitz, as was the constant level of care that Stolas seemed to have for him. He'd spent at least one night a week at the Prince's palace, and despite still being too tired or nauseous to perform any sexual favors, Stolas still seemed delighted to have him around. The two would often nap together, although Blitz believed the owl would secretly watch him sleep, something Blitz found both endearing and creepy. Other times they would watch tv shows or put on a movie, cuddling together on the couch.
It was nice.
Blitz still wasn't used to it.
Blitz: Thnx, Babe.
He slipped the phone into the pocket of his sweatpants, snuggling back down on the couch, and within seconds had dozed off.
Blitz wasn't sure how long he slept, it could have been a few minutes or a few hours, but when he woke up, his head was pounding. He groaned as he sat up, and the room in front of him spun. Blitz closed his eyes to relieve some of the dizziness, but it only made him feel more unbalanced. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he buried his face into his hands and waited for the feeling to pass.
When it finally did, Blitz sighed in relief, the pain still pounding in his skull as he pushed himself to his feet. His legs felt weak and shaky, and he frowned in concern, deciding that he'd probably gone too long without eating and just needed something in his stomach.
He shakily made his way around the couch and towards his tiny kitchen, but his knees buckled under him just as he reached the counter. With a surprised cry, Blitz threw his hands out to try to balance himself but failed miserably, just managing to catch the edge of the counter before lowering himself to the ground.
Blitz suddenly found himself short of breath, leaning back against the counter as his heart beat fast in his chest, matching the pounding in his skull. It felt like the room around him was shrinking in on itself, and Blitz found he didn't have the strength to pull himself back to his feet and shrug whatever was happening away.
'Fuck, something's wrong.'
This thought did nothing to settle his heartbeat or breathing, and he fumbled to take his phone out of his pocket. Raising the phone to his head seemed too big a task, so he hit the speaker button as he dialed Stolas's phone number.
The owl answered after two rings.
"Hello, my sexy little imp," The Prince greeted in a flirtatious voice.
Blitz winced, trying to take in a calming breath.
"H-hey, Stols," He still sounded a little breathless despite his best efforts, "You busy?"
Stolas's voice instantly sobered.
"Is something wrong, Darling? You sound winded."
Blitz swallowed, pushing back his pride.
"I, uh, I need some help."
"Help?" the owl sounded alarmed, "What-"
"Look, can you get your feathered ass over here or not?" Blitz snapped.
"I'll be right there."
Blitz sighed as they both hung up, clumsily putting the phone back in his pocket. No sooner had he done so than a portal opened up near the front door of his apartment, and Stolas stepped quickly inside, dressed in a grey shirt with a red waistcoat and a pair of black pants. He spotted Blitz immediately, letting out a sound of distress as he swooped down to kneel beside him.
"Blitz, what happened? did you fall? You look pale and-" He released a worried gasp as he clutched his boyfriend's hands, "Oh dear, your hands are like ice."
Blitz tried to give Stolas's hands a reassuring squeeze, deciding now was not the time to let his pride get the best of him. Something was wrong, and for the sake of their child, he needed to be brutally honest.
"My head is killing me, and I'm too weak to stand," He admitted, face burning with shame, "My heart feels like it's gonna beat out of my fucking chest and-" he took a deep breath, "I'm having trouble breathing."
Was he having a panic attack, or was this something else? Blitz had no idea.
Stolas's eyes had widened at the list of symptoms, fear flickering in his gaze before he masked it with steady determination.
"Don't worry, dear, everything will be alright," The owl replied, "I'm going to pick you up, and we're going to the hospital, okay? Just breathe, Darling."
Blitz nodded, taking another slow breath as Stolas carefully lifted him into his arms, bridal style, and stood up. Even with how gentle the owl was, Blitz still felt another wave of dizziness at the change in position, darkness edging into his vision.
"Fuck," He loosely gripped the front of Stolas's waistcoat, leaning his head into the crook of the Prince's neck, "Think I'm gonna pass out."
"Try to stay awake," Stolas instructed.
Blitz had closed his eyes, but the light from a new portal opening made him wince as his headache spiked, the sounds of a busy hospital filling the air that now smelled like hand sanitizer.
"I need a doctor!" He heard Stolas announce, an almost shaky quality to his voice.
There was no immediate response, and Blitz let out an involuntary whimper as he fought to stay conscious. The arms around him tightened, and Stolas's voice hardened.
"Now!" he demanded.
Sounds of movement around him, questions being asked that he couldn't quite make out, Stolas saying that Blitz was pregnant, and listing the symptoms that Blitz had shared with him. More movement as Stolas started to lower him onto something, but Blitz just clung to him with all the strength he had left, another whimper escaping him. He was safe in Stolas's arms, and that's the only thing that made any sense to him now.
"Shh, Darling, it's alright," The owl cooed softly at him, "I'm just laying you down so they can look at you. I'll be right here, I promise."
Despite Stolas's reassuring words, Blitz's hands had to be pried off the Prince before he was laid down on some type of bed. Someone spoke directly to his right, asking him something as he lifted one of the imp's eyelids and shone a bright light into them. Blitz hissed at the pain this caused in his head, weakly swiping a hand out in front of him to ward off the invasion. Someone gently grabbed his wrist; another voice much closer than the other was whispering comforts to him. Stolas? He called out the owl's name, trying to open his eyes; the bright lights on the ceiling swam into view before everything darkened.
The next time Blitz gained consciousness, he felt tired and worn but nowhere near as weak as before. His headache was now a dull throb, his breathing even, and his heart beating normally in his chest. He let out a relieved sigh as he opened his eyes; the first thing he saw was the I.V. sticking out of his arm, attached to the stand and bag.
"Blitz?
He turned his head at the sound of Stolas's voice, the owl walking towards his bed to place his hand against the side of Blitz's scarred face.
"How are you feeling, My dear?" His voice was soft and concerned.
Blitz blinked before offering the Prince a small smile.
"Better," he replied.
Stolas visibly relaxed at his response, sighing as his shoulders eased down.
Blitz then tried to sit up, which caused the owl to start fretting again, insisting that the imp lay still. Finally, realizing Blitz had no intentions of listening, Stolas helped ease him into a sitting position.
Blitz groaned slightly, rolling his shoulders back.
"What happened?" he asked- everything after entering the hospital a blur.
"You've been unconscious for a few hours," The Prince informed him.
Blitz felt a spike of panic hit him, his hand going towards the slight bulge on his stomach.
"The baby-"
"Is safe," Stolas was quick to reassure him.
"What happened?" he asked again, feeling like a broken record.
Stolas opened his mouth to reply when the door to Blitz's room came open, and the Doctor that had initially given Blitz the news of his pregnancy walked in. He looked up from the chart he was carrying, seeing that Blitz was awake.
"Ah, good, you're up," The Doctor said, "And how are you feeling, Mister Blitzo?"
"The 'o' is silent."
Blitz blinked up at the owl that had corrected the Doctor, stunned. The Doctor seemed to shrink under the Prince's gaze, suddenly becoming more reserved.
"Of course, your highness," he answered, clearing his throat before looking back at Blitz, "How are you feeling, Mister Blitz?"
"A hell of a lot better," Blitz answered, "Can you tell me what the fuck was wrong in the first place?"
At this question, the Doctor frowned.
"You were severely anemic when you came in. Not to mention dehydrated as well."
Dehydrated, he understood; although Blitz had tried drinking as much water as possible, he wasn't always able to keep it down, but the imp was completely ignorant regarding the other word.
"Anemic?"
"It's a condition in which blood lacks adequate healthy red blood cells," The Doctor answered, "In your case, caused by a severe iron deficiency."
Blitz blinked.
"Oh."
"Had you bothered to make your follow-up appointment, we may have been able to catch this much earlier," He continued, a clear note of disapproval in his tone and gaze, "As it stands, we had to give you a blood transfusion."
He looked to Stolas, hoping for reassurance, but the Prince was frowning down at him.
"You didn't make a follow-up appointment?" he asked, his voice both disappointed and confused.
Blitz winced.
"I was kind of freaking out the day I left the doctors," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, gazing at the hospital bedsheet, "Didn't really think to make an appointment. I had the vitamins, and I," Blitz shrugged uncomfortably, "Figured I already knew everything I needed to know."
"We tried to reach you," The Doctor informed him.
Blitz winced again.
"Yeah, I may have given you the wrong phone number."
"Blitz!" Stolas scolded him, pinching the bridge between his eyes in apparent stress.
"You would have been experiencing some of the symptoms for weeks," The Doctor noted, clearly not caring that he was digging Blitz into a deeper hole, "Headaches, fatigue, and dizziness, at the least."
Blitz shrunk down into the bed, not looking at either occupant.
"Thought it was normal," he muttered.
"Blitz..."
"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Blitz replied, his gaze locking onto Stolas's, "I fucking screwed up." he then turned toward the Doctor, "What does all this mean for the baby?"
Because wasn't that the most important thing anyway?
The Doctor looked down at his chart briefly.
"We did an ultrasound while you were unconscious," He stated, "The baby is healthy, although slightly underweight for a normal imp pregnancy," he glanced at stolas, "Although I now realize this is not exactly a normal pregnancy."
Stolas stiffened, standing up to his full height.
"Is my being the father going to be a problem?"
Again the Doctor turned timid.
"It's not a problem, your highness," he stammered, "It's just...an unusual situation. You're quite a powerful being, and for an imp to carry your child, there are many unknowns."
Stolas's dark gaze instantly turned to worry.
"Are you saying this could be dangerous for Blitz?"
The Doctor swallowed nervously.
"It is likely to be a difficult pregnancy, yes."
Stolas frowned, face lined with dread as he turned to look at Bitz.
"Blitz," he hesitated, "Perhaps we should consider-"
"No." Blitz's expression hardened as he realized what the Prince was going to suggest, "I'm not giving up this kid, Stolas."
The owl sighed, looking haggard.
"I don't want to either, my Dear," He replied, voice delicate and heartbreaking, "But I also can't bear the thought that I might lose you in the process."
Blitz blinked away tears, looking off to the side.
"We don't fucking know that'll happen," he looked at the Doctor then, "There's probably never been a pregnancy like this one, right?"
The Doctor looked startled at being directed.
"Oh, well...certainly none that I'm aware of," he replied.
"So you know fuck all what'll happen, right?" Blitz accused.
The Doctor flushed.
"No, I suppose not," he admitted.
"See?" Blitz turned back to Stolas, "This could all be fine."
"Darling, you're in the hospital," Stolas reminded him.
"And it's my fucking fault," Blitz snapped back, tears of frustration in his eyes, "I won't let this happen again. I'll go to whatever appointments I have to, take whatever medicine they throw at me, and fucking stay in bed if they ask me to, but I can't...I can't,"
The tears started falling without his consent, and his breathing hitched as he sobbed.
Stolas turned a heated gaze at the Doctor, telling him they needed privacy, and the lesser demon was quick to scurry out of the room. Stolas sat on the edge of Blitz's bed, grabbing one of his hands and kissing his knuckles.
"Shh, my darling, it's okay," He whispered against Blitz's hand, "Take a breath, sweetheart."
Blitz looked up, a few stray tears falling down his cheeks. Stolas moved one of his hands to the imp's face, brushing the tears away with his thumb.
"I need to know you're with me on this," Blitz said, feeling more vulnerable than ever as he admitted, "I need you to be with me."
Stolas leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on the cheek.
"I am, My Darling, I promise," he brushed his thumb against Blitz's cheek again, "I'm sorry I upset you. We will get through this pregnancy together, You and I."
Blitz closed his eyes, sighing in relief as he lifted his hand to lay over Stolas's, leaning into the owl's touch.
It was nice.
And Blitz still wasn't used to it.
