'You must decide whether you want to continue this relationship or not.'

The prince's word burned a hole in Blitzø's mind as he sat alone on the bed in their room. Stolas had ventured off elsewhere, most likely to blow off more steam, but didn't seem to have any intention of returning to the room. This fact alone made Blitzø curl into himself as he lay under the covers of the bed. He let out a breath as Stolas' words continued to replay in his mind.

Stolas, on the other hand, was in his study. Flipping through pages of work that he had to complete, but his mind was on Blitzø. He groaned, holding his head in his hands. He contemplated going into the room to console Blitzø, but had decided against it knowing that this had to be done. He looked up at a picture frame that he had on his desk, picking it up.

The frame held a picture of Blitzø sleeping peacefully. His hand atop his pregnant stomach as if protecting the little ones inside. Stolas set the picture back down and looked at the door to the hallway. Maybe he had been too harsh. He stood up walking out the door and down the hallway. He slowly passed by the door to his and Blitzø's bedroom, hearing soft muffled cries from inside.

Stolas' heart shattered into a million pieces hearing Blitzø crying in such a manner. He didn't mean to hurt him so badly. He had just been scared and angry. What if he hadn't gotten to Blitzø in time and he lost one or both of their unborn children? What if Blitzø died because of it as well?

Stolas shook the image from his mind as he leaned against the door leading into the bedroom. He slid down till he was sitting on the floor, putting his head back to look up at the ceiling. He shook his head before standing once more. He stood for a second in front of the door before he continued to walk towards the living room.

Blitzø had heard someone walking past the room, assuming it was Stolas. He wiped the tears from his face as he sat up and slid off the bed. He walked towards the door before stopping himself. He didn't want to risk getting reprimanded once again. Blitzø backed away from the door, turning instead towards the bathroom. A nice warm bath would help calm himself down. He turned on the faucet feeling the warm water before plugging the drain, disrobing, and climbing in.

He leaned back against the tub as he sighed in comfort. He closed his eyes for a split second before he was assaulted by the images of Stolas' angry face in his head. He opened his eyes once again before he could be thrown into more anguish from the events of that night. He pressed a hand to the side of his stomach, finding comfort in the gentle movements of the infants inside. For Lucifer's sake he had really fucked up. He ruined one of the only relationships he had ever wanted to keep because of his stubbornness.

Blitzø had to make things right and save whatever relationship he had left with the prince, but not tonight. He had to get some sort of rest before he threw himself into possibly another argument with Stolas. He cleaned himself off and drained the tub. He threw on an oversized t-shirt that belonged to Stolas and a pair of boxers, not bothering to put on pants.

Blitzø went to go lay in bed, soon falling into an uncomfortable sleep.

In the living room, Stolas was curled up on the couch, a bottle of absinthe on the coffee table in front of him. He was trying to drown himself in his own agony as he remembered the cruelty of his words from earlier towards his lover. He shut off his soap opera, standing shakily as he used the wall for support. He hadn't realized he was as drunk as he was but continued towards his bedroom where he knew Blitzø was.

Stolas stumbled through the door of the bedroom and saw Blitzø's horns peeking out from underneath the covers. He walked over pulling the blanket back from his side of the bed, flopping down and pulling Blitzø close to his chest. This had woken Blitzø in a frenzy as he pushed away from Stolas. He looked down startled at the prince who had a sad look on his face.

Blitzø smelled alcohol coming from Stolas, immediately covering his nose and mouth to stop from gagging. He had never seen Stolas drink before. He was definitely in the hole if Stolas was breaking out of his usual character.

"Csn't we tslk about yus?"

Blitzø cocked his head to the side. Was that even English? He sighed resting a hand on his hip and the other rubbed his face annoyed. Stolas was definitely drunk. He pushed Stolas' hands down and away from him.

"Stolas, you should sleep. We can talk in the morning, okay? You're drunk."

Stolas groaned his mouth turned into a frown as he looked at Blitzø. He just wanted to talk to him. He loved him so much and didn't mean to make him cry. He laid on his arm looking up at Blitzø.

"I didn't mwan yo nake you xry…"

Blitzø sighed. He had hoped that Stolas hadn't heard him crying earlier, but apparently even in his drunken state the owl still wanted to bring it up.

"It's fine Stolas. I deserved what you said to me. It was all true. I shouldn't have jeopardized the lives of our children or myself like I did." Blitzø turned to look at Stolas who gently laid a hand on Blitzø's stomach.

"Atw theae mine?" Stolas was getting less and less coherent by the minute, but looked up at Blitzø with a goofy smile and lidded eyes. Blitzø rolled his eyes, placing a hand on top of Stolas'.

"Yes. Of course they're yours. Who else's would they be Stols?" Blitzø was trying not to laugh at Stolas' question, trying to keep himself serious. Which was hard when there was a tall, handsome, and drunk owl prince in front of him.

"O'm a dad? Awrsome." Stolas threw himself back onto the pillows, falling asleep almost immediately. This left Blitzø to lay back once again, but this time he just stared at the canopy as Stolas let out soft hoots next to him.

The next morning, Stolas woke up with a grating headache. He winced as he sat up. He looked around to see where he was, blinking in confusion after realizing he was in his own bedroom. He turned to Blitzø's spot to see the imp had made his side of the bed.

That was odd. He turned to step down off the bed, but noticed a piece of paper, an electrolyte drink, and some pain medication. He opened the note seeing Blitzø's sloppy handwriting.

'I left a couple of things in case you wake up with a hangover. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me -Blitzø'

Stolas smiled at the thoughtfulness of the pregnant imp as he downed the pills and drink. He started feeling so much better as he walked towards the bathroom. He washed his face looking at himself in the mirror afterwards. He wiped the smeared eyeliner from under his eyes as he heard a knock on the bedroom door.

He looked towards the door to see Blitzø walking in with a plate of food and a mug of coffee. He set it down on the bedside table, taking the empty bottle with him and shutting the door. Stolas had watched this with wide eyes. He was grateful to be cared for, but it was causing him to feel like an asshole. He cursed himself under his breath, grabbing the plate of food and mug after pulling on a sweater and a pair of loose sleep pants.

Stolas walked into the kitchen to see Blitzø sitting by himself at the table, scrolling through his phone. He sat across from him placing his plate down in front of himself. This caused the imp to glance up at him before turning his whole head up to look at him.

"Hey…" Blitzø quietly said looking away from Stolas again and putting a piece of toast in his mouth.

"Good morning darling."

Darling? Was Stolas not mad at him anymore? He looked up to see Stolas watching him with curious eyes. He redirected his gaze back to his phone, not wanting to attract any attention from the prince.

But Stolas' attention was solely on Blitzø. He placed his fork down as he cleared his throat. He was going to apologize for his cruel words last night.

"Blitzy-"

Blitzø held up a finger to stop Stolas from talking, "Don't. I know what you're going to do. You're gonna sit here and apologize for all the hurtful things you said to me. Taking them all back and undoing anything you have done. So, no. You're not doing that."

Blitzø looked up at Stolas. The prince's eyes were soft with emotion.

Now or never.

"Stols. You were right. I was being stubborn and selfish. Not thinking of the twins or myself. I don't know how it happened, but I know it was a mistake," Blitzø twirled his fork on the tabletop distractedly as he continued to speak.

"What you said last night made me think about us more than I have in the past three months. And I…" Blitzø turned away from Stolas, tears beginning to fall down his face. He mustered the courage to look Stolas in his eyes, "I want this more than anything I have ever wanted in my entire life Stols. You are everything to me and more. I'm sorry that I almost destroyed that…"

Stolas watched with bated breath as Blitzø spoke, tears forming in his own eyes as Blitzø silently cried. Blitzø wanted to be with him. He finally got the answer he had been waiting for. Anybody could say that they loved someone, but it takes a true connection to want to be with someone.

Blitzø watched Stolas' silent gaze as he wiped the tears from his eyes, "Are you going to say something?"

Stolas shook out of his stupor, rounding the table and kneeling down to look Blitzø in the eyes. The prince had a loving look in his eyes as he touched the side of Blitzø's face, feeling his partner lean into the touch. This wasn't going to be their last disagreement. Far from it, but at least now they knew they could get through even the worst of it.

Blitzø was pulled into a gentle kiss by the prince. He wrapped his arms around Stolas' neck deepening the kiss. He pulled back leaning his head onto Stolas' shoulder wanting to just be held by him.

Stolas happily obliged, scooping Blitzø into his arms. Walking towards the living room where Stolas laid Blitzø in between his legs, pulling a blanket down from the top of the sofa as he felt the pregnant imp fall limp in his grasp. Stolas couldn't help but smile at his partner as he slept. He turned on the TV, laying back, and holding the exhausted imp to his chest. He ran his hand over Blitzø's distended middle before massaging circles into his back and looking at the show on the television screen.

They were going to be just fine.