Blitzø woke up the next morning rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked over at Stolas who was still deep asleep and smiled at him. He pushed back some of Stolas' head feathers that had made their way over his eyes. He couldn't get over how handsome the sleeping demon prince looked.
Suddenly, he heard a loud growl coming from his stomach and remembered he never ate last night other than a shitty box of chow mein. He scooted off the bed, making sure to not wake Stolas. He grabbed his red baggy shirt and threw it on over himself. He made his way towards the door, but then remembered the interaction he had with Octavia last night and cursed himself internally. He didn't want to risk seeing the princess, but also he wasn't about to go and starve.
He decided to throw his usual nonchalant expression on his face as he walked towards the kitchen. To his dismay, Octavia was already sitting at the table with a stack of waffles on her plate. He glanced at her poking at them with no indication she was even going to begin to eat. He walked over to the fridge, feeling her eyes on him, watching his every move.
Blitzø grabbed a carton of eggs and a package of bacon, closing the fridge with his tail. He was still ignoring the princess when he heard her softly say his name.
"Blitzø?"
He didn't bother looking up at her as he searched for a pan or something to make his breakfast, "What do you want princess? To throw more insults at me?"
Blitzø looked back at Octavia seeing how disheveled and distraught the princess looked. Her clothes were in disarray, along with her hair. Her makeup looked like she had been crying all through the night and her eyes were a dull red color. Blitzø knew from his brief interactions with the princess over the months he had been holding up his end of the bargain with Stolas, she always looked put together. A little gothic, but always put together.
Octavia gulped nervously. She hadn't meant for last night to go the way it did, and she wanted both her father and Blitzø to know that.
"No…I just wanted to say sorry… for insulting you and my dad… I didn't mean any of it."
Blitzø sighed, crossing his arms across his chest. Octavia didn't know this, but she really did remind him of Loona. The dramatic outbursts and the apologies after a major fuck up. He wanted to forgive the princess, but she needed to sit with what she had done.
"I hear you Octavia. It shouldn't have happened, but you can't go around breaking people down then expect a measly apology to fix everything." Blitzø said pulling a bar stool to the stove and climbing up on it to start cooking, "Personally, you should say sorry to your dad first. You hurt him more than me. I can deal with shitty insults and all that fucked up stuff, but you saying those things really affected him."
Octavia nodded and went back to prodding her waffles. She didn't find them very appetizing, but after crying all night over what she had done and her father slapping her, she had to eat something.
After a few minutes of being lost in thought, a plate of eggs and bacon landed in front of her. She looked up in awe at Blitzø who wasn't facing her, but she knew he had been watching her the whole time. She couldn't ignore the delicious smell of the food and immediately dug in, finishing the food in minutes.
"Thank you Blitzø," Octavia said as she put her plate in the sink, seeing Blitzø's tail waving her off as he continued to cook.
Blitzø heard her walk out of the kitchen and sighed placing a hand on his hip as he watched the bacon sizzle in the pan. He didn't know what had come over Octavia, but it also wasn't his job to fix her and Stolas' relationship. She fucked that up all on her own because of how she had been walking around like a dictator. He felt a gentle hand wrap around his waist feeling Stolas' breath on his neck as he placed a soft kiss in the crevice between his neck and shoulder.
"Good Morning Blitzy~" Stolas said softly into the crook of Blitzø's neck.
Blitzø looked up at Stolas, "Mornin' Stols." He went back to cooking his food making sure nothing was burning, "Octavia was here in the kitchen when I came in."
Stolas had went to grab himself a cup of coffee and he let an irritated groan escape his lips, "She didn't say anything rash to you did she?"
Blitzø shook his head, flipping an egg in the pan, "She actually apologized to me for last night. I told her she can't fix things so easily with bullshit apologies."
Stolas made a sound as if agreeing with Blitzø. He began to remember last night and groaned putting his head in his hands, "Please tell me I didn't hit her…"
Blitzø stood silent as he walked over to Stolas with two plates piled high with eggs, bacon, and toast. He didn't want his partner reliving last night, but it seemed like he was remembering everything on his own.
Stolas slammed a fist on the table, angry at his own actions, "This is just abysmal. I finally get that bitch out of the palace, but her influence is still in these walls. I was just so furious, and I was seeing red! She kept insulting you and your face… You looked so defeated and distraught that I couldn't let her do it anymore."
Blitzø placed his hand on top of Stolas' rubbing the back of his neck with the other, "I'm not good at this either Stols, but it'll be okay. She looked like a fucking semitruck hit her when we were talking. How about you eat and then you can go talk to her." Blitzø looked up at Stolas who had nodded and began to eat what was in front of him.
Once they had finished, Blitzø had walked to the living room to chill out there for the day while Stolas walked towards Octavia's room. He was about to knock when the door swung open. He looked down at his daughter, who looked more put together than she had earlier, but her eyes were still a dim red. She looked up at him a sad look painting itself onto her face.
"Dad…" Octavia started to cry, fat tears finding their way down her face. She desperately tried to wipe them away as they just continued to fall faster.
Stolas scooped his daughter into a tight hug, "I'm sorry Via. I didn't know that you had all these feelings bottled up inside. I know that I have moved things along very quickly, but believe me when I say I only want what is best for you and I didn't mean to hit you."
Octavia was shaking her head at her father's apology. She pulled away from the hug, "I should be the one saying sorry. I let what mom told me about you and Blitzø become what I thought about you both. I don't want to think that way anymore. You have been nothing but good to me dad I'm sorry!"
Stolas hugged her once again letting Octavia blubber words and apologies into his chest. He shushed her softly trying to calm her down. Eventually, she wore herself out and she took a step back to look at Stolas. She rubbed her arm with her opposite hand looking at the floor.
"I'm sorry…"
Stolas looked at his daughter lifting her chin with his finger so she would look up at him, "Let us just put this whole ordeal past us, alright? Although Blitzø might take some time to accept your apology." Stolas cupped Via's chin in his hand, "Go sleep my little owlette. You look exhausted."
He gently kissed her on her forehead, letting her go back into her room. He found himself walking to the living room where Blitzø was flipping through channels on the tv. Blitzø had landed on a show with horses that caught his attention and laid back on one of the decorative couch pillows. Stolas leaned against the doorframe crossing his arms and looking lovingly at Blitzø. He couldn't help but wonder how he got so lucky.
Blitzø did a double take looking at Stolas with an eyebrow raised, "Stolas. What the fuck are you staring at?" Blitzø rested a hand on his stomach as the prince walked towards him.
Stolas walked over to Blitzø and knelt in front of him, seeing a blush form on his face. Stolas leaned in close and whispered with lust in his voice, "My handsome pregnant partner~"
If Blitzø's face could've turned anymore red it definitely would've. He pulled away from Stolas, clearing his throat, "So, did you talk to Via?" He was defiantly trying to hide the heat pooling in his crotch with another pillow he grabbed off the couch.
Stolas nodded, plopping down next to Blitzø, "I apologized to her and she did the same. She's resting in her room now. I'm not going to make her go to school after all that."
Blitzø acknowledged what Stolas said and turned back over on his side looking at the tv. His shirt had ridden up slightly without him noticing and Stolas placed his hand over the exposed bump. Blitzø quickly pushed Stolas' hand away and pulled his shirt down. He didn't feel at all like Stolas had been describing him as and he just wanted to hide his body, which wasn't like him at all.
Stolas noticed this smirking. He knelt on the couch and stretched his body over Blitzø's. He pinned his partner's hands above his head getting a surprised yelp from Blitzø's mouth.
"Hey bird brain that's my move!" Blitzø remarked as Stolas slipped a hand underneath Blitzø's shirt exposing his pregnant belly. The imp squirmed in discomfort and embarrassment underneath the prince.
"Blitzø. Calm down darling. I just want to show you something." Stolas' eyes glowed bright red and his hand shone a bright blue color that Blitzø could only assume was magic. Stolas placed his hand softly on Blitzø's stomach and suddenly an image appeared above Stolas' head. It looked like a portal, but also clearly wasn't.
Blitzø looked in awe as he saw a small pink fetus with only a few feathers on their head. He looked at Stolas who was concentrating intensely on his task, "Now that's the first one…"
First one?, Blitzø thought as Stolas moved his hand over to the opposite side of his stomach. He looked back up at the real-time image and saw an identical fetus on the mirage screen. His mouth fell open in surprise, Just like Barbie and I…
Stolas came out of his trance and looked down at Blitzø who had tears streaming down his face. He immediately looked concerned, pulling Blitzø into a hug.
Minutes passed as Blitzø just cuddled into the warm embrace of his partner. He looked up at Stolas who was looking at him with worry all over his face. His white pupils staring into his face trying to decipher whether or not Blitzø was okay. Blitzø chuckled wiping his tears as he kissed Stolas' lips gently.
"I'm okay Stolas. You're being overprotective again." Blitzø said pulling away from Stolas and laying back on his side. He threw his feet over Stolas' lap, placing a hand on his stomach feeling the babies move inside.
"Are you okay with having two?" Stolas said nervously as he rubbed Blitzø's feet.
Blitzø laughed wholeheartedly at Stolas' concern, "Of course I'm okay with it you fucking goof! Did you forget that I'm a twin? That's why I had always been so cautious about NOT getting pregnant because I knew that was a fifty-fifty chance of me having twins."
Stolas giggled letting out small hooting laughs. He cupped Blitzø's cheek and kissed his forehead, "Of course darling. How could I forget?"
The couple spent the rest of the day talking about the new additions. At one-point Blitzø looked up at Stolas who was watching the movie that Blitzø had picked out and shoving popcorn in his mouth. He sat up, catching the prince's eye.
"Hey Stolas…?"
The demon prince looked down at Blitzø, "Yes Blitzy? What is it?"
Blitzø bit his nails nervously looking up at Stolas, "How are we going to do this? Are they going to stay with me? Or are they…" Blitzø didn't even want to think about not always being by his children's sides. He was picked up by Stolas and sat on his lap facing him.
"I would never think to take them away from you. Never was that my plan. I would've liked for you to come and be here with me."
Blitzø blushed, "Like living together? Stols, It's too soon. I can't move into the palace. Aren't you nervous about what those royal prissy dirtbags will think of you? Let alone what they'll think of the twins."
Blitzø let his mind spiral dangerously, thinking of every possible horrible outcome. He was brought back to reality at Stolas' hand on his face and his eyes staring at him.
"I don't have any care for what those arrogant pricks think. They can kiss my royal feathered behind for all I care. I only want you to be safe and happy. You can also bring Loona along."
Blitzø pulled away from Stolas and let the prince's hands fall onto his lap. He couldn't imagine being in the palace for long periods of time. Let alone living in it! He shook his head.
"We'll figure something out Stolas. But for fucks sake when I said to take it slow I meant that." He pointed a finger in his partners chest accusingly, but immediately dropped his tough exterior to reveal a pained expression, "I want this Stolas. Don't think that I don't, but we just became partners. I don't want to ruin that by me moving in with Loona. Also, your kid is just realizing the error of her ways. Me moving in after all that wouldn't help."
Stolas watched Blitzø go through his thought process and he rested a hand on Blitzø's thigh, rubbing the fabric with his thumb, "I understand. I'll reel back a few feet not to overwhelm you. I didn't realize that's what I had been doing."
Blitzø shook his head, "You haven't been Stols. You've been letting my fucked-up ass decide the pace which is exactly what I asked for."
Stolas laid back on the couch with Blitzø on his chest, "Alright Blitzy. Might we talk more about this tomorrow?" Stolas watched as Blitzø laid on his chest sighing comfortably and drifting into sleep.
"Yeah…Tomorrow."