AN: Content Warning (male pregnancy and child birth). I normally don't put content warnings for my stuff anymore, but I know how some people don't really like the decision the show made. I won't lie though. I kinda like it myself and find it believable since they're fairies and not actual human people, but hey, everyone's got their opinions. If you're comfortable, please enjoy.

Linnie woke up feeling like this stomach was being stabbed with a million knives. Clenching his teeth and placing a firm but gentle hand on his back (and another on his stomach), he rose himself out of bed, careful not to wake Nora up (who he knew was suffering for yet another hangover). As much as he longed to stay in bed sleep until his stomach cramps passed, he heard the sound of Darren trying to fix his sister, Chelsea, breakfast, and he knew that was his job, not a child's.

He kept his moaning quiet as he grabbed his usual green sweater and black pants outfit, and went into the shower, lathering himself in a nice, honey oak scent, making him feel somewhat less gross that he had been feeling lately. As he had gotten dressed, his sweater didn't cover his whole stomach and he had trouble buttoning his pants, deciding against his usual belt for once. He also felt some kicks in his stomach while he was brushing his teeth, combing his seaweed green hair, and cleaning his reading glasses, rubbing his head to try and get rid of the headache he was experiencing as well. Finally, he left his bedroom to his two kids eating cereal at the table.

"O-Oh! Um..Good morning, dears. I-I'm sorry, I..ah..I could've made you guys some breakfast if you wanted. We have plenty of eggs.", Linnie said as he started the coffee maker, putting his mug over. Darren shrugged.

"Eh, we were hungry now and didn't want to wait. Besides, the milk was about to expire."

"Oh was it? Oh, I'm so sorry. I-I hadn't had much time to pay attention, sweetie. I'm glad you caught it. Expired milk could make you guys very sick, you know. Ah..ooh.."

"Daddy? Is your tummy hurting?", Chelsea's innocent voice asked, noticing Linnie grabbing his bump, "Want me to kiss it better?"

"I-I'm alright sweetheart, I promise. Just a little sick today, I guess, that's all. Nothing to worry about- ooh..", Linnie whined, the pain forcing him to sit down and keep rubbing his stomach, Darren noticing some kicking coming out.

"Uh..should we get an ambulance?"

"I think we're ok for now, sweetie. I-I guess the baby's just super active today, haha.", Linnie laughed slightly, "Oh, Chelsea honey, will you get Daddy's coffee please? Just be sure to hold it by the handle. The rest of the mug might be too hot."

Chelsea scurried off and did as she was told, Linnie smiling gently as the coffee mug was within his reach. He thanked her before sipping it slowly, allowing himself to breathe a bit, "Did you two sleep alright, last night?"

"Yes Papa. We slept fine. ",Darren said, not taking his eyes off his father's stomach, "Are you sure we shouldn't call anyone? I mean, you're looking kinda….uh…."

"Big?", Linnie smiled warmly, "I know, I understand. I appreciate your concern, really I do. But I don't want to call an ambulance if I'm not going into labor yet. But if you two are really worried, then I guess you can call your Aunt Daisy later today, if you'd like. Your mother and I had planned that you two would be staying with her until I came home with your baby brother. B-But I'm sure it's probably just an active day for the baby, sweetie. It'll be ok. Now, finish your breakfast please, before your mother gets u-"

"Linnie! Where's my goddamn breakfast? And my medicine! You should've put them on my nightstand by now, you lazy bitch!", Nora screamed from the bedroom, making the kids finish their cereal quickly and put both bowls in the sink. Linnie dismissed them as he got himself up, and waddled over to the oven, telling Nora to get her medicine from the bathroom while he cooked. After he scrambled the eggs and made her "irish coffee" as she liked, he put them on a tray and set her breakfast to her as she lied in their bed, glaring at Linnie.

"About fucking time! What took you so goddamn long, fatass? You knew I was gonna have a hangover today!", Nora snapped, taking a sip of her coffee, "Meh..I guess it'll done, for now."

"I-I'm sorry Nora, dear. I-I was just checking on our kids. Um..I was just making sure they ate."

"Oh, how hilarious! You care about your damn bastard kids but not your own wife! I see how it is."

"I'm sorry Nora. I promise I'll do better next time."

"Yeah, you fucking better or it'll be a slap across the face next time! You know I don't tolerate laziness in this fucking house.", Nora yelled, as she dug into her eggs, "What the hell you still standing around her for, fatty McPig? Get out of my face before I slap it! I'll call you when I want this shit cleaned up."

"Y-Y-Yes Nora..whatever you'd like."

As the day went on, Linnie's stomach pains started getting worse and worse, but he didn't feel any signs of his water popping. The baby's kicks were starting to happen more frequently, and there had been times Linnie had to sit down and rub his stomach because the pain was too much for him. The kids, though they were off playing most of the time, would occasionally look at their father with worry, before Linnie told them not to worry about him. Nora, on the other hand, treated today like every other day, constantly barking out orders for Linnie, and threatening him if he didn't do them correctly, or fast enough.

"God, Linnie! What the hell's wrong with you today? Don't you know how to do anything right? I told you to get me a fucking beer, not a lemonade!", Nora roared with disgust, glaring at the yellow bottle in her hand.

"O-Oh dear Nora, I-I'm sorry.I..um..w-well it's been hard for me to see very well since the baby bump-"

"How many times do I have to fucking tell you?", Nora screamed, throwing the bottle at Linnie, who barely managed to dodge it, "I don't give a shit about your stupid ass baby! You chose to have it, so I don't see why you're putting this responsibility on me! Quit punishing me with your fucking complains and get me a beer, like I fucking told you to!"

"W-Well Nora honey..I-I mean it is your child as well..um...I-I don't think you used protection."

"Wow, no shit sherlock! Doesn't mean that's my fucking problem! He's not in MY stomach, you stupid bitch! Now, I'm giving you one last chance. Get me a beer or there will be hell to pay, and if you love this fucking baby as much as you say you do, I really don't think you want to piss me off right now."

"R-R-Right of course, I-I'll be right back.", Linnie stuttered, wobbling as fast as he could into the kitchen, opening up the fridge again and bending down so he got a better view of the bottles (mix of beer and lemonade) at the bottom drawer. He grabbed a bottle with a more brownish liquid, trying to move as fast as he could since his stomach felt like it was crushing his legs, before he felt some water running down his blank pants, a few drops coming out of his leg. Wait...water..

All of the sudden, Linnie felt himself unable to get up as his stomach started launching in a great amount of pain, and Linnie was constantly gasping for air, as if he were in outer space.

"N-Nora...help...I-I my water broke..I-I think the baby's coming.", Linnie whined, his contractions starting to hit hard, "Please...u-um...call an ambulance and my sister. P-Please Nora, help!"

"Pfft, yeah right Linnie. You're just using that shit as an excuse not to get me a fucking beer, you lazy fatass. You know what-"

"NORA I'M NOT PLAYING! CALL THE AMBULANCE NOW!", Linnie screamed as he clutched his stomach. Nora rolled her eyes as she grabbed the phone while Darren and Chelsea ran into the kitchen, kneeling by their father's side.

"Daddy? Are you ok? Are you hurt?", Chelsea asked, panic droned out in her voice.

"S-Sweetheart I- AH! Ooh..", Linnie whined, unable to answer.

"Chelsea, I think dad's about to have the baby. Here, stay by dad. I'm going to call Aunt Daisy.", Darren flew off and grabbed his phone out of his pocket, dialing his Aunt's number and talking to her while Chelsea stayed by Linnie, who was struggling with his breathing. After she had noticed Nora hang up the phone, she sat back down on the couch, turning the TV back on.

"Mommy! I-I really think we should help Daddy! He's hurt!", Chelsea cried, as her mother turned to volume up, ignoring them and making Linnie even angrier.

"NORA! FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, GET OFF THE TELEVISION! WHERE'S THE DAMN AMBULANCE COMING!?"

"Daddy!", Chelsea jumped back, tears forming from her face as her father looked even more and more angrier, his face turning red. Though despite him being so angry and in pain, he still gave Chelsea a rather sorrowful look.

"H-Honey I..Chelsea sweetheart I'm sorry I'm screaming but AH! Oh! It's hurts! AAAHHH! NORA!"

"Alright alright, Linnie! Shut the fuck up already!"

"DON'T TELL ME TO SHUT UP! YOU DID THIS TO ME-"

"The ambulance is on their way already, now chill the fuck out so I can watch my shows."

"DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THIS IS TIME TO BE WATCHING THE FUCKING TV RIGHT NOW?"

"Linnie, you had better quit with all this fucking attitude you're giving me. You're lucky I odn't bitch slap you right here right now."

"NORA I-"

All of the sudden, there was a banging on the door, which let in a pair of paramedics, and Aunt Daisy, who looked worried as Linnie screamed and yelped in pain on the floor. The paramedics went over to Linnie's side and pulled the stretcher to the kitchen, lifting and strapping him up before he was carried into the ambulance, and Aunt Daisy had gathered the kids, ushering them out of the way of the lawn. After she and the kids had left, one of the paramedics had noticed Nora, and had looked over at her impatiently.

"Well? Aren't you coming?"

"Going where?"

"To the hospital? Aren't you his wife?"

"Yes. The fuck's that got to do with anything?"

"Get in the ambulance. You're coming with us. He needs someone to be by his bedside?"

"What? He needs someone to push the fucking baby out? Isn't that what the doctor's for?"

"Oh lady, just get in the ambulance!", the paramedic snapped, turning off the TV and slamming it onto the coffee table. Nora groaned as she got up, and climbed onto the ambulance, as Linnie squirmed and moaned in pain the entire ride to the hospital.

"AH! OH GOD! IT HURTS!", Linnie screamed as he lied in the hospital bed, moving around as his contractions kept coming up and down, barely giving him a chance to relax for even a split second, "D-Doctor? C-Can I give birth now? Please?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Cosma, but as of now, you're only about 5 cm dilated. You still need another 5."

"Really? Ow…", Linnie whined, tears falling from his cheeks. He turned towards Nora, who sat in the plastic chair in the corner of the room, "N-Nora, can you hold my hand? Please."

"No. Not happening. I don't need you giving me no damn STDS"

"Nora I-", but suddenly, Linnie fell quiet, not even sure why he was bothering anymore. Once his last contraction had passed, he studied the hospital room ceiling in silence, pondering his wife's reaction to his birth. Of course, he knew that she didn't love that baby and for a while, he had even gotten used to it, but seeing her at an important moment and barely reaction to it...why he was almost sure he was going to Abracatraz if he could do what he wanted to at that moment."

"N-Nora..listen to me. I-I don't ask for much, but will you please hold my hand. I-I'm in so much pain right now, a-and I really think you owe it to me that you do this for me. Please..", Linnie begged, hoping that there was a small section in her heart that still loved him. Nora however, glanced coldly at her husband, just barely keeping her attention off her phone.

"Well Linnie, maybe I would if you would've done everything I wanted you to do, correctly."

"NORA I'VE HAD IT!", Linnie screamed as he snatched his wand from the table next to his bed, "GET OUT! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU HERE! YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU'RE THE REASON I'M IN SO MUCH PAIN RIGHT NOW AND YOU HAVE THE FUCKING NERVE TO SAY THAT SHIT TO ME! GET OUT NOW!"

Nora smirked as her husband pointed his wand at her, believing that he was bluffing. However, that smirk was wiped off quickly as Linnie swung his wand around, shooting fire flashes and electrifying lighting strikes before Nora bolted out of her hospital room, the doctor now confiscating the wand.

"Now now, I know we're angry right now but murder's still illegal you know. I've got no problem calling security on you, Mr. Cosma, if you don't stop with this nonsense.", she said, glaring at him before noticing his vagina, "Oh wow! You're nearly done dialating now. Just one more and then we'll start pushing. Just hang in there."

"O-Oh..ok then..i-I'm sorry OH GOD GET IT OUT!"

After another hour or so, Linnie was finally able to start pushing. The doctor forced him to move up towards the end of the bed and start pushing once the contraction hit, Linnie screaming bloody murder for several hours before the baby had finally been born. Linnie threw himself against the pillows as the doctors and nursed washed, checked, and wrapped the baby up in a light pink blanket, before handing him over into Linnie's arms. Though somewhat saddened that Nora wasn't by his side (despite kicking her out and screaming at her), Linnie smiled as he held his crying newborn to his chest, kissing him gently on the forehead.

"Oh dear Cosmo, you have no idea how much I'll love you."