After leaving the hospital, Stolas opened a portal to Blitz's apartment so the imp could pack a change of clothes for the next couple of days. Without the urgency from the previous visit, Blitz found himself slightly embarrassed at the mess his apartment was in, apologizing to the prince, who looked confused by his words, saying that he found Blitz's place charming and cozy. Blitz rolled his eyes at the description but was secretly pleased that the owl didn't look down on him for it.
However, a melancholy feeling washed over him when Blitz realized he might not even live in the apartment for much longer. If Loona agreed to move into the palace, which he believed she would, they'd be leaving this place behind forever.
"Blitz? Are you okay?"
The imp paused, arms full of clothing he was only half sure he could still fit into and looked back at the owl hovering nearby.
"Yeah, fine," he answered shortly, "I got what I need. Let's get out of here."
Stolas nodded, opening another portal directly to his bedroom and allowing Blitz to walk ahead. Once the portal closed behind the pair, Blitz took a moment to look around the ample space he may now be permanently sharing with the prince. The sheer size of the room put his tiny apartment to shame.
"Darling?"
Blitz blinked, having spaced out again. Stolas was giving him a look of concern, brows furrowed and mouth turned down.
Blitz forced a smile as he unceremoniously dropped his clothes on the floor.
"There, all unpacked," He announced, "Guess I better get started on that bedrest, huh?"
Blitz was still wearing his sweatpants and shirt and felt no need to change into anything as he turned toward the bed. Stolas bent down at the last second, reaching a hand out to lay on the imp's shoulder, making Blitz pause.
"My dear, I can tell something is troubling you," The prince said, "Won't you tell me what's wrong?"
Blitz briefly clenched his eyes closed, holding in a sigh as he turned to look up at his boyfriend.
Blitz hated talking about how he felt.
Why did being in a relationship require so much fucking talking?
"I'm fine- for real this time," Blitz insisted when he saw the skeptical look on the owl's face, "I feel better than I have in weeks."
And it was the truth. The fatigue that plagued Blitz for days had lifted, his stomach was settled, and Stolas had taken care of the last remnants of his headache. He felt surprisingly good and was still willing to rest as instructed.
Stolas tilted his head, a very bird-like move that Blitz tried to tell himself did not look fucking adorable.
"But something is still bothering you," The prince said knowingly.
Blitz sighed, giving in.
"I'm just trying to wrap my head around the idea of moving in here," He confessed, gesturing around him, "This room is bigger than my whole damn apartment, and it's not exactly my style."
Stolas stood back up straight, red eyes examining the room around him critically.
"I suppose it is a bit spacious," He reluctantly admitted.
"Which is fine," Blitz rushed to say, "It's very...you- which is also fine! I like you! I just- ugh!"
He embarrassedly covered his face at his little rant and heard Stolas hoot softly in amusement.
"It's just not home, okay?" Blitz finished, looking up at him, still red in the face, "Just gonna take some time to get used to."
Stolas looked sad for a moment, but then his expression turned thoughtful.
"Perhaps we can change a few things," He replied, "Maybe add some of your lovely drawings to the walls?"
Blitz looked up at that.
"Really?" he tried not to sound too eager at the idea, but his tail swung excitedly behind him.
Stolas smiled.
"Of course, my dear," he said, "I want you to feel comfortable here."
Before Blitz could respond, the phone in his pocket began ringing. Blitz pulled the device out and held it to his ear as he answered without looking away from the owl.
"Yeah?"
"You didn't make a follow-up appointment?!" Moxxie's shrill voice came on the other end, and Blitz held the phone away from him with a wince.
"Sir, what in hell were you thinking? You could have-"
"Okay, calm your fucking tits," Blitz shouted back.
"We're just worried," Came Millie's much softer voice, "Loona said you were in the hospital."
Blitz sighed, pinching the bridge between his eyes.
"You got me on speaker?" He asked.
Both Moxxie and Millie answered yes at the same time.
"Is Loona there with you?"
A much less enthusiastic reply from the hellhound.
"Good cause I"m only saying this once," Blitz continued, "I screwed up, but I'm fine now."
"Are you actually admitting you made a mistake?" Moxxie asked in disbelief.
"Don't get used to it," Blitz replied, frowning.
"Are you still in the hospital?" Millie asked, "We can come visit after work."
Blitz felt his annoyance melt away at her obvious concern and thoughtfulness.
"They let me leave," He answered, looking briefly back at the prince, who remained respectfully quiet, "I'm with Stolas."
"What did the doctor say?" Moxxie asked, curious.
"I'm on bedrest for the next two days and will be staying at the palace, so you chucklefucks will have to handle things there on your own," Blitz's voice became stern, "Think you can do that?"
"Absolutely, Sir!"
"Don't worry, B, we got this!"
Blitz sighed.
"And Loona? I'll be back at the apartment tomorrow evening, and the two of us are gonna have a little talk."
He heard Loona groan.
"If this is about my customer service-"
"No, not that," Blitz interrupted, "Something else. Something important."
"And you can't just tell me now?" She complained.
"It's serious face-to-face stuff, sweetie, you'll see."
Loona groaned again before saying, 'fine,' and Blitz said his goodbyes to her and M&M before hanging up. He looked back up at the owl in front of him and shrugged as if to say, 'what can you do?'.
"I take it your employees were concerned?" Stolas said.
"Yeah, well, they're like family to me," Blitz admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked away.
Stolas smiled at the bashful expression on the imp's face.
"So I've noticed," he replied, "I'm glad to know there are people out there that care as much about you as I do."
Blitz fought the urge to blush, clearing his throat instead.
"So, what now?" He asked, shifting his feet about anxiously, "I just stay in bed for the next two days?"
Stolas chuckled at the put-upon expression on Blitz's face.
"Is it really such a chore, my dear?" The owl asked, amused, "The rest will do you good."
Blitz sighed and turned toward the bed, crawling up on the mattress without another word. Stolas moved forward as he adjusted to pull the covers over the imp's lap.
"You think I could get something to eat?" Blitz asked as he sat up, putting a hand on his stomach with a grimace, "I'm fucking starving."
Stolas's eyes widened in alarm.
"Have you not eaten today?" the prince asked.
"I was planning on breakfast before ...all this," he gestured a hand in the air, "But never got around to it."
"Oh, my poor Blitzy," Stolas sighed, "I'll make you something right away; just stay put."
Blitz rolled his eyes, wondering where exactly the owl thought he would go and nodded. He sighed after the prince left, laying back down on the silken sheets and staring at the ceiling, one hand ghosting over the overly soft comforter across his lap.
Satan, this bed was fucking comfortable.
He always enjoyed falling asleep on it, but the thought of doing so every night from now on made his heart ache for the old squeaky mattress back at the apartment.
He groaned, heart and mind still torn over the subject.
Talking to Loona tomorrow would determine whether or not he needed to adjust to the change at all.
Blitz tilted his head down at his stomach, one hand going to lay over the slight bulge.
"What about you, kid?" he asked, feeling somewhat foolish as he spoke to the baby inside him, "You wanna grow up in a big fancy palace and be spoiled fucking rotten?"
Blitz sighed into the silence that followed, head going back against the pillow as his eyes unexpectedly pricked with tears.
He wanted his kid to have the world, and he didn't give a damn if that meant the kid was spoiled or not. After all, Stolas had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth and had turned out alright. Better than alright.
And this kid would have two loving parents, something he was confident that neither himself nor Stolas had growing up.
'You'll never know what it feels like to be unloved,' he thought, taking in a deep, shaky breath, 'You'll never have to go hungry,' his eyes burned, 'You'll never have to worry about having a place to sleep. You'll never have to struggle or fight to survive.'
He wished he'd been able to spar Loona that kind of pain too.
Blitz covered his face with both hands and breathed heavily as he fought back the urge to cry. The tears came anyway, and he found himself sobbing softly to himself.
This was how Stolas found him when he returned.
"Blitz!"
The owl cried out in alarm, setting the tray he'd been carrying quickly on the bedside table as he bent over the distressed imp.
"My dear, what's the matter? Are you hurting?"
Blitz shook his head no, uncovering his face to reveal his tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes.
"I'm f-fine," he stuttered slightly.
Stolas frowned.
"Darling, you're crying," He pointed out weakly, "Please talk to me."
Blitz sat up, rubbing the remaining tears off his face as he sniffled.
"It's just these fucking hormones," he muttered, "Don't worry about it."
Stolas sighed but decided to let it go.
"Are you still hungry?" he asked.
Blitz shot him a grateful look before nodding, and Stolas picked up the tray and helped position it in front of the imp.
Blitz blinked at the bland-looking bowl of mush, a bran muffin, and a glass of milk. He stirred the sludge around with his spoon, frowning.
"It's oatmeal," Stolas said as if Blitz's expression was simply confusion.
"No shit," Blitz quipped back, causing Stolas to blush.
"Our cook is out for the day, and I'm afraid I'm not much of a chef myself," The owl confessed, "I also wanted to make you something high in iron, and my options were limited, so-"
"It's fine, Stolas," Blitz interrupted, suddenly feeling like he was being ungrateful, "I just haven't had oatmeal in a long time. I'm sure it's great."
"I added some honey to help sweeten it," The prince responded.
"Thanks, babe."
The oatmeal was mushy and bland, and Blitz could barely taste any of the added honey. Still, it wasn't terrible, and if it were good for the baby, he'd be sure to eat every bite. He'd never been a picky eater, and he was practically starving, so finishing the bowl wasn't too difficult. The muffin was dry but just as bland, and Blitz had to take a drink of milk between each bite but soon finished it off as well.
Stolas looked pleased as he took the tray and set it aside.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked, adjusting the blanket over the imp once more.
"Well, I'm definitely full now," Blitz stated, shooting the owl a wink and a smile, "Thanks again, pretty bird."
As always, the nickname sent a lovely blush across the prince's cheeks.
Blitz chuckled and patted the space next to him invitingly.
Stolas wasted no time, hurrying to the other side of the bed and discarding his clothing before crawling in next to the imp.
Blitz barely had a moment to admire the prince's nude body before the bird was snuggled under the covers. Blitz felt a mischievous smile come to his face as he pulled the blanket over his body and pressed himself close to the owl.
Stolas moved an arm to drape over the imp, but Blitz's hands were under the covers, one hand trailing down the prince's stomach until he reached down to-
Stolas let out a surprised hoot as Blitz's fingers found his entrance.
"Blitz, I-" Another strangled sound escaped his beak as Blitz worked his fingers inside his cloaca, finding the bundle of nerves near the top and pressing gentle circles around it.
Blitz smirked when he felt the owl shudder, his feathers fluffing as his eyelids drooped in pleasure.
"Oh, Blitzy," the owl moaned.
"You like that, pretty bird?" Blitz asked, his voice breathy as he applied more pressure with his fingers, "Gonna get nice and wet for daddy?"
Stolas shook his head, gasping as if coming out of a trance, one of his hands going under the covers to capture Blitz's wrist.
"Blitz, stop."
The imp frowned at the stern words and obeyed.
"What's-"
"You're supposed to be on bed rest," Stolas interrupted, cheeks still flushed, "This is not resting."
Blitz frowned, feeling like he'd reached for the cookie jar only for his hand to be slapped away. Heat flooded his face, shame and embarrassment filtering through but being quickly replaced by anger.
"So what? We can't fuck anymore?" he asked, pulling his hands back and shifting away from the owl.
Stolas sighed.
"That's not it at all," He replied, "But we've had quite a scare today. You've been through so much. I truly believe resting is the best use of your time."
Blitz frowned as he sat up in bed.
"We haven't had actual sex since you knocked me up," He pointed out, suddenly feeling self-conscious as he looked down at himself, "Look, I get that I don't exactly look attractive right now, but-"
"What?" Stolas instantly sat up, protesting, "No, no, darling," He reached over and captured one of Blitz's hands in his, "That's completely untrue. How could you think such a thing?"
Blitz looked up, still appearing skeptical.
"I'm dressed like a fucking hobo right now," he stated, hesitating before looking down at his stomach, "And my belly is getting big."
Stolas shook his head.
"Nonsense. You look positively adorable in that outfit," The prince declared, "I would have mentioned it sooner if things hadn't been so hectic. And as for your stomach," Blitz scowled at the mention, but the prince placed his free hand over the slight bulge and smiled lovingly up at him, "I positively adore it."
Blitz felt his face heat up.
"You seriously don't miss the abs?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Darling, you are carrying our child," Stolas replied, voice lowering, "Trust me when I say there is nothing more sexy to me than that."
Then with one hand still gripping Blitz's and the other laying over the imp's stomach, Stolas leaned down to plant a passionate kiss on his mouth.
Blitz closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, probing the owl's beak with his forked tongue until he gained entrance. The prince hummed in appreciation, tilting his head to get better access as their tongues intertwined. They continued to make out for several minutes until Stolas finally, reluctantly, pulled back.
Both were breathless.
Neither sated.
"You sure we can't have sex?" Blitz asked.
Stolas chuckled.
"Soon, my dear," he promised, "But for now, you should rest."
"How am I supposed to sleep now?" The imp pouted, "You've got me all worked up, damn it."
Another faint chuckle.
"Come here," Stolas opened his arms, and without much hesitation, Blitz found himself in his warm embrace.
The two settled back down into the covers, and Stolas kissed his forehead gently.
Blitz huffed as if annoyed by the display of affection but soon buried himself into Stolas's chest feathers.
The prince brought a hand to the back of Blitz's head and stroked the spikes there. Blitz hummed, feeling his body begin to relax against his will, his tail coiling around Stolas's waist.
This place wasn't home, but Blitz found the idea of sleeping next to his boyfriend every night oddly comforting.