A/N: Guess who's back.

Chapter 21: And We'd Share Everything

It had been about 2 weeks since Antonio had been banned to the couch instead of the bed. Lovino had mostly been avoiding him, aside from a couple mood swings that threw the Italian into the Spaniards arms, swearing apologies he didn't mean and sobbing into Antonio's shirt.

Lovino would then either wake up if he fell asleep on Antonio and punch him or simple wipe his eyes and waddle away. Other than that Lovino would wash his blankets from the couch and be gone from the house.

He had gone to see his brother a lot but always returned silent and blank of all expression. With the due date just around the corner, Antonio knew the more he tried to get close the farther he'd be pushed away.

Laying alone after many centuries of sleeping with Lovino hurt more than he could handle, so most of the night he would cry silently and sulk throughout the halls.

But today he woke to banging in the kitchen. It couldn't have been much later than 6 am and he knew there was something wrong for Lovino to be up this early.

Thinking the worst, Antonio jumped up from the couch and ran to the kitchen, at his lover's side in seconds. Once again he was knocked back a bit by a punch.

Lovino looked down at him, bump protruding to the point where Antonio silently wondered if Lovino was going to burst. He opened his mouth to speak but was silenced when the Italian held up his hand to stop him.

He sipped his orange juice and began to head slowly back up the stairs, leaving Antonio for the millionth time in the last couple weeks.

'No more' Antonio thought to himself as he got to his feet and followed Lovino. "Mi amor, por favor, just talk to me..." Lovino kept waddling silently, trying not to cry.

Antonio kept following him into the bedroom where he saw that everything looked a wreck. Everything except for his side of the bed.

He sighed sadly and saw the ties Lovi had laid out on the bed, inspecting one of the nicest red silk ones. Armani. "Lovino, are you going somewh-"

"I'm going to the world meeting." the Italian said sharply, tossing his extra-large suit jacket aside. He was used to wearing small, but obviously he needed bigger.

Antonio blinked a bit, letting his mind catch up to speed after being jarred awake. The thought hit him like a freight train. "But amor! El Niño's, they will be here soon, you need rest and, a-and-" "And they need a nice fuckin country to be raised in since they only have me."

Antonio couldn't help but glare at him. Lovino was so hateful and rude and...and selfish. Selfish as hell. The Spaniard threw his hands in the air in frustration, signaling that he was a rare breed of pissed beyond words.

Lovino still kept his back turned, but noticed the silence immediately and began mentally preparing himself for what was going to happen next.

"You. Are not. Going to kill our kids…Because of your stupid, STUPID TEMPER! LOVINO, I KNOW YOU'RE SELFISH BUT THIS IS NOT ABOUT YO- "

Stopped mid-sentence by a slap that was more than certain to leave a dark bruise he kept his gaze turned away from the Italians glare. A glare that was so harsh, he felt it burning holes in every fiber of his being.

Lovino spoke in a low voice, just above a whisper. "…I…am trying…to stay strong…" he sat carefully back on the bed and tried to calm down. "…my feet ache, my back feels like it's going to break, I can't walk and there has always been a good chance that I would die carrying children…but…yet…I'm selfish…"

He shook his head, halfheartedly laughing at the situation. Needless to say, Antonio regretted his words, only looking at the adjacent wall trying not to look at his lover.

Sniffling, he looked back to Lovi finally, noting how depressed his small Italian looked. Not to mention how much his belly took away from him. He sighed and got on his knees and scooted to where he met Lovinos eyes directed at the floor.

Gently, he kissed the belly, then took Lovi's hand, kissing each of the fingers passionately and leaving a trace of tingles trailing up his wrist.

Not even a blush came from Lovino. He was passed exhausted and just wanted his life back. He withdrew his hand from the kissing and watched Antonio hang his head, having gave up for the time being.

"…I wasn't even mad…asshole…" he said softly. "…not until you didn't come for me…didn't call…not once…just sat, and sulked…if you would have knocked I would have answered…had you kissed me I wouldn't have stopped you…but…it was like you were sick of me."

Lovi looked away and Antonio took all of his words and processed the words and reasoning. He looked up sadly "…I- I thought…you hated m-me" the Spaniard whimpered, looking up with pleading green eyes.

Trying to resist crying, Lovino slowly opened his arms as he teared up still. "I-I…do…you jerk bastard." His smile was broken, insults losing their cut before escaping his trembling lips.

Antonio hugged him and sat beside him, taking in the amazing scent he so missed. After a few moments of adjusting to one another, Antonio sighed and spoke up.

"…how do you feel…?" he had felt Lovino slightly jerk from time to time, but didn't think much of it. When he didn't get a response, a small part of him freaked out. He looked down slowly to see Lovi's curl formed a lazy heart as he slept in Antonio's chest.

Soon they were both asleep peacefully, dreaming about the same thing.

Their children.