Boyue's Note: This one is for Felse again – be happy! =D

Rated M - This chapter contains pregnant sex… OH MY!

MATERNAL HEART

"The Second Trimester…

Perfect"

Damien yawns and rubs his sore shoulder. Sitting in an office can be extremely tiring. And since he has to work the whole day now to earn the extra cash, his entire body is aching with fatigue. He rolls over in bed and looks up at Pip reading a paperback baby book. Pip's hair has grown out and he has resorted to tying the loose end into a short ponytail. Damien thinks Pip's new look is quite cute even if it makes him look more like a lady than ever. Pip flips the page and flicks his eyes over. Once he sees Damien looking at him, he marks the page with his finger and smiles sweetly. Damien returns the smile as Pip bends down and pecks the tip of his nose. Damien yawns again and scoots over. He wraps his arms around Pip's thick waist and puts his head in the space below Pip's armpit. Pip is wearing a big t-shirt that used to belong to Damien. They really need to go get Pip some new clothes.

"Damien," Pip says. He closes the book and puts it into the drawer of the nightstand. "We haven't… been intimate for a while, have we?"

"No," Damien answers. He pushes himself up on his elbow. Sex is a topic he is willing to discuss no matter how tired he is. "Not since you got pregnant."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry." Pip rolls on his side, careful of his growing belly, which is more visible now. Anyone can tell that he is obviously pregnant, which also means Pip spends most of his day in the apartment and if he does go outside, he wears the largest outerwear he can find. The good thing is no one really suspects what Pip is hiding under that XL windbreaker. Pip takes hold of Damien's hand and asks, "Would you like to then?"

"Have sex?" Damien perks. He is always up and ready to have sex – that is not a question. But he is worried about Pip. He narrows his eyes and looks down at Pip's belly. "You mean like a blowjob?"

"I was thinking of the whole thing," Pip says with a frown.

"Wait, can we do that?" Damien sits up with a jump. He has been holding himself back since he thought he can't have sex with a pregnant person.

"Of course we can, dear," Pip giggles. He sits up as well and adjusts himself on the bed so he is more comfortable. "Miss Carriage says it is perfectly healthy and normal to have intercourse during a pregnancy."

"Miss who?"

"Miss Carriage," Pip repeats. "She runs the birthing class that I go to."

"You're going to a birthing class?" Damien asks. He hasn't heard anything about that and he doesn't like surprises. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh, I didn't think you would care to go… I thought you would find it tedious," Pip explains.

"You didn't even ask me! I would've totally gone with you," Damien says. He huffs and takes a breath once he sees that he is upsetting Pip. He puts his hand on Pip's cheek and says, "I want to be there with you on these things. I don't want you to go alone, okay?"

"Right-o." Pip nods and lets his eyelids down as Damien plants a kiss on his forehead. He gazes up and smiles, "Shall we then?"

"Hell yeah," is all Damien says before he captures Pip's pouting lips and sucks the air out of Pip's mouth. "I can't believe we haven't done it in five months!"

Damien cups Pip's face and traces the sweet lips with his tongue, taking care to feel out the smooth texture and the scented lip balm Pip has put on. Pip locks his arms behind Damien's back and draws their bodies as close as his belly will allow. Damien pulls away and plants soft kisses down Pip's graceful neck. He always thought Pip has such a beautiful neck, as if necks can be beautiful at all. He reaches down and pulls the shirt over Pip's head. Once the shirt is gone, his fingers diligently rake through the luscious blonde forest. He breaks off the hair tie, letting Pip's long hair roams free. He brings his hands to massage Pip's warm torso, soft and pleasing to the touch. He does notice that Pip is doughier than before but he enjoys the padded feel. Their mouths part but their tongues stay connected, dancing to a symphony of pleasure-filled moans.

"D-Damien," Pip calls breathlessly. He licks his lips, wiping the excess saliva that belongs to both of them. He keeps the advancing Damien at bay with his hands.

"What's the matter?" Damien asks equally out of breathe. He leans forward in an attempt to seize Pip's kiss-swollen lips but Pip leans away. He frowns as he steadies his excited breathing.

"Skip the foreplay, please. I can hardly wait," Pip says shyly. He gets on his knees and pulls off the loose pants. It is then that Damien notices the fully ready bulge that has been hiding behind the fabric of the lounge pants. Pip tosses the pants along with his underwear to the floor. He scoots forward on his knees and saddles Damien. His hands work to remove Damien's pants while his skilled tongue distracts Damien's attention.

"I've never seen you so horny," Damien mutters in between heated kisses. He slips his pierced tongue in Pip's mouth and laps circles in the moist orifice. He keeps his hands on Pip's side to anchor the eager Brit, working so quickly to strip off the bothersome clothes.

"It's the hormones, I think," Pip responds. His eyes are barely open as he slathers kisses all over Damien's naked body. He lets out soft moans as he sucks on Damien's earlobe, "It makes me want you so terribly bad."

"I like your dirty talk," Damien chuckles. He rubs his hands up and down Pip's back as his tongue reciprocates the act of ear-kissing.

"Oh, I can't hold it. You have to take me now," Pip says. He moves off Damien's laps and turns away. He pushes the bed covering off to the floor and moves the pillows out of the way. He rests on elbows and knees and presents his entrance to Damien. "Please hurry, dear, I want it. I want it now."

Damien takes a glance at himself. He isn't ready for penetration yet but he can't keep Pip waiting, especially if Pip wants it so badly. He is usually the one who wants sex and it is unbelievably arousing to see Pip practically begging him for it. He has to satisfy the Brit. He just has to. He scoots toward Pip with one hand reaching for the drawer to find the lubricant and the other working to harden himself. Since Pip's pregnancy, Damien is sad to say he has gotten quite good at pleasuring himself. He knows what he likes and how he likes it. He wraps his hand around his stiffing erection and massages the tip. A groan escapes his throat as he pulls open the drawer and takes out the nearly-used bottle of lubricate. He makes a mental note to restock later. He uncaps the bottle and lathers the jelly over his now-ready self.

"Damien, are you ready yet?" Pip urges, wiggling his toes with eagerness.

"Almost," Damien says. He squeezes out a few drops and smoothes them over Pip's entrance. Pip wrinkles his sphincter and emits a high moan. Damien caps the bottle and tosses it to the side. "Okay, I'm ready."

Damien pinches Pip's buttocks, which makes Pip giggle with a hiss. He spreads them apart and situates himself for entry. He should prepare Pip for it first but he figures they have done it so many times that Pip is loose enough for him. He pokes the tip in and sounds out a content moan at the tightness rushing from all direction. He moves a hand down to Pip's thigh and simultaneously pushes forward and pulls Pip backward. Pip whimpers with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Damien rubs his thigh to sooth the stretching sensation away. Turns out Pip isn't really that loose yet. Lesson learned. He looks down and sees that he is only an inch in and Pip can definitely take more. He moves his pelvis forward. Pip cries with more pain than pleasure and Damien stops dead.

"You alright, Pip?"

"Oh, yes, I think so. Go on, please. Deeper," Pip pants. He grimaces when Damien enters a little more. "Ah, yes, more. More please!"

Damien is extremely happy about the current situation. Seeing Pip so aroused is the best foreplay for him. He grips Pip by the thighs and moves onward, grinning at the pleasing sensation. He looks down and checks. Pip can take another inch before he complains that Damien is too deep in. Damien edges forward and the grin disappears from his face. He looks down with a frown as he realizes that he can't go in anymore. It's like something is blocking Pip's colon. That can't be right. He knows Pip is deeper than that. Damien re-positions himself and tries again to plunge deeper.

"Deeper," Pip moans with his eyes sealed.

"Uh, Pip, we got a problem," Damien says. "I… don't fit."

"What do you mean?" Pip turns his head as much as he can.

"Your ass is too… tight. It's like you're a virgin again," Damien says. "I'm like an inch and a half in but it won't go in anymore."

"Oh, that's not right," Pip says.

Damien tries one more time. But Pip's cramping tightness won't budge. He sighs and pulls out all the way. He sits on the bed and shrugs his shoulders. Pip turns his body over, trying to check his wrinkled entrance but his belly doesn't give him much room to maneuver. Damien watches Pip with amusement and disgust. It's absolutely hilarious to watch Pip try to look at his own ass but once he realizes that it's the first time he has ever seen Pip's naked pregnant body, Damien can't help but feels that it is so… wrong. He has seen a lot of crazy shit in his life, some of them natural, some of them manmade. But as he looks at Pip's flat chest that leads to the bumpy abdomen that shelters the erection, he just feels so freaked out. Men shouldn't be pregnant, just like they shouldn't have wings or fins or tails. It's not right. It's just not right.

"I do think the baby may be pressing against it," Pip says. He places a hand on his belly and smiles, "That would certainly explain why I haven't used the loo in a while."

"So… what now?" Damien raises an eyebrow. Somehow, he has lost all appetite for sex, which is probably the strangest thing he'll ever feel.

"This is certainly awkward, is it not? I do say the mood is ruined." Pip laughs. He grabs the pillows and puts them back to their original places. "Perhaps we can snuggle and enjoy each other's company? What do you say, Damien?"

"That sounds alright." He is really too tired to do anything else.

Damien helps remake the bed before he slips under the comforter and rests his weary head on the pillow. He'll probably get up in the middle of the night and hide out in the bathroom to finish the job. Right now, all he really wants to do is sleep. But Pip seems to have a different idea as he scoots over and puts his head on Damien's chest. Pip caresses his cheek and breathes against his neck. Damien tilts his head and lazily kisses Pip between the thin brows. Pip looks up and puckers his lips. Though he doesn't really have the strength to, Damien leans over and kisses Pip softly on the lips.

"Stay with me forever," Pip says quietly.

"For all eternity," Damien responds with a grin. "You're going to Hell."

"Oh my… that is certainly true, is it not?" Pip giggles.

"You know, you're sounding a lot more British-y than usual," Damien says. "Your accent is stronger too."

"Is it?" Pip tilts his head like a puppy. "I don't think I have noticed it…"

"Yeah, this is how you talk," Damien clears his throat and puts on the best imitation he can. "Oh my, Damien! Tally ho! I am Pip. I am British. I am most delighted when having tea and crumpets but especially when I am having bum sex, I say!"

Pip laughs and playfully slaps Damien in the chest. Damien joins him in the laugh and nuzzles Pip's nose. Pip shakes his head and leans on top of Damien, still laughing out of breath.

"I do not sound like that."

"Yes, you do! You just don't hear it," Damien says.

"Is that so, my dear?" Pip pouts and narrows his eyes. Damien nods and Pip shakes his head again. "Well this is how you sound like, Damien. Ahem… Hey, dude. How's it going? I'm the anti-Christ, man. I got all these shits to do and stuff… oh fuck!"

"That's just pathetic, Pip," Damien scoffs and rolls his eyes though he is fighting hard not to laugh. "You make for a shitty American."

"And you will be a terrible Englishman," Pip says. "You had more of an Australian accent anyhow."

"Crikey, mate!" Damien barks and Pip breaks out in a laugh.

Damien wraps his arm over Pip's shoulder as the laugh dies down. He plants a kiss on the top of Pip's head before he lets his eyes close from tiredness. He feels Pip nuzzling against him and can feel the calm breathing blowing on his bare chest. He runs his fingers in Pip's hair, using the thickness as a warming device. He hears Pip sighs softly and though he can't see it, he can feel Pip closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. Damien thinks the moment is as close to perfection as it can get. It is only missing one thing…

"I love you, Pip," he whispers.

"And I love you, Damien."

Perfect.

Damien knocks on the trailer door. The cheap metal rattles the whole mobile home. He listens to Kenny's footstep heading toward the door. The door opens with a squeak and Kenny steps back to let Damien in. The trailer smells the same as it always does. Damien walks over to the small kitchen and takes a seat. He looks at the ice pack on the table and sighs. Kenny takes the seat across from him and picks up the ice pack. He presses it against his swollen eye and stares blankly at Damien.

"Stan did that?" Damien asks. The only thing Kenny told him before asking him to come over is that he got into a fight with Stan.

Kenny nods and puts the ice down. He touches his eye gingerly and winces. Damien winces too once he sees how bad the black eye is. Stan really throws a mean punch thanks to his athletic background. Kenny pushes the pack away from him so the perspiration doesn't drip down the table. He is in a bad mood, Damien can tell. It bothers him because he has never known Kenny to be in a bad mood. Kenny is the one who cheers everyone else up, not the one who needed to be cheered.

"What happened?" he asks.

"Stan kicked Kyle out," Kenny says. He sighs and props his head up with his hand. "He packed all of Kyle's stuffs up and left them on the door. He even changed the lock. That was two weeks ago and now Kyle is living at home but he won't come out of the house. He's skipping school. He won't eat. He sleeps all day. He is really messed up."

"Shit."

"I went to Stan's today and tried to talk some sense into him…"

"Let me guess," Damien interrupts, "he told you to mind your own business but you wouldn't stop talking so he punched you."

"He doesn't understand," Kenny says. "He doesn't see how much Kyle cares about him. That's the thing about Stan. He is so afraid of getting hurt that he would much rather hurt other people than let himself be vulnerable."

"Is this about that French guy?"

"I worked really hard to put them back together after they broke up. Ugh, it's all Eric's fault, really. God, he just doesn't know when to stop messing around." Kenny puts his head down and fists his hand against his forehead. "He said all these things to Stan and Stan bought it."

"The fatass told Stan Kyle wants to fuck the French guy?"

"Close," Kenny says, "he told him they already did."

"Damn," Damien almost laughs. Leave it to Eric Cartman to screw up people's lives. "That's so fucked up."

"Stan is a virgin," Kenny says softly. He shakes his head and groans with frustration.

"Oh." Damien nods. He can understand why Stan is so upset then. "I can't believe he bought the shit Cartman says."

"Eric can be very persuasive and Stan can be so gullible."

"Tough shit," Damien says. He isn't very good at comforting people so he awkwardly puts his hand on Kenny's arm. "You just gotta let them deal with it themselves."

"They can't deal it with themselves," Kenny says. "Stan is too stubborn to realize what an idiot he is and Kyle, god, I'm scared for him."

"What can you do?" Damien shrugs. "They need the time to sort it out and, I hate to say it, but you just gotta let it go. You are too righteous for your own good sometimes and not everyone like that. I mean, c'mon, why else would Stan punch you? You're like one of his best friends. You just need to give them time to think things through."

Kenny palms his head and groans. Damien scoots over and gives him a brief hug. Kenny turns over and smiles weakly. He reaches around and gives Damien a gratuitous pat on the back.

"Thanks, dude. I needed that," Kenny says with a grateful nod. "How're things with Pip?"

"It's good except that Pip's British friend is in town. He is such a douchebag. I can't stand him," Damien growls and rolls his eyes. "He is so fucking annoying and he is always around at the apartment like he lives there. And he is always smiling about some shit. He got this giant bucktooth. It's disgusting."

"Why does it sound to me that you're jealous?" Kenny raises an eyebrow and grins.

"Fuck, no," Damien responds defensively. "Why would I be jealous of him? And don't say it's because I'm worried he'll steal Pip 'cause I'm a hundred times hotter than he is. And Pip loves me, not that bucktooth piece of shit."

"You're jealous Pip has someone to connect with."

"Okay, stop talking or I'll give you another black eye," Damien scoffs and turns away.

Kenny shrugs with a teasing grin. Damien sighs and of course, Kenny is right. Kenny is always right. He can't stand that Pocket shares a past with Pip that he knows nothing of. They always talk about this Estella girl and Damien has no idea who that bitch is. They talk about Liverpool and Yorkshire and Portsmouth and Damien hasn't even heard of those places. Because of Pocket, Damien is actually considering going to England with Pip. Pip would love that, he knows. He knows Pip misses his homeland even if he didn't live there for a long time. He also knows that Pip would love to visit his parents' grave since he hasn't done that for years. And he knows that Pip's accent has gotten heavier since Pocket showed up. He knows there will always be a barrier between them because he isn't British… just like Pip isn't a hell spawn.

"Kenny, I'm thinking of taking a year or two off from school," Damien says.

"No," Kenny says sternly.

"You didn't even let me finish."

"I know what you're thinking. You think you can save money if you quit school," Kenny says dead-on. "But you aren't going to be one of those people who drop out because of their baby. No, you can't. You're going to finish college and you're going to get a real job at Kyle's dad's law firm. You can wait a while before you go to law school because that's what you need to do to if you want to President someday. Money will be tight but it'll be worth it down the line."

"You know me too well," Damien says. "I'm actually kind of freaked out."

"If you really need money," Kenny says, "I can lend you some."

"Kenny, you live in a fucking trailer."

"It doesn't mean I'm not loaded. The trailer is just to throw people off."

Damien laughs and Kenny joins in with a chuckle. Damien shakes his head and sighs. He really wants to afford a good life for Pip and the baby. And to do that, he needs a good job. He also needs to put Pip through college because he will not allow Pip to drop out of college no matter what. He is going to talk to his boss about working full-time during the summer so he can pick up the extra money before the baby arrives. It's only four months away. Damien feels his heart drop at the realization. Four months isn't a lot of time to prepare and they don't even have a crib yet. And where is the baby going to sleep in the one-bedroom apartment? How much will diapers and formula run? What if the baby gets sick and he can't afford the treatment? Damien frowns at all the questions he hasn't even thought about. He isn't ready at all.

"I think I got it handled," Damien lies. He chuckles and says, "Just don't bitch when I ask you to babysit."

"You can pay me with food," Kenny says. "Hey, have you talked to your dad yet?"

"Hell no… I don't think he kn---" His cell phone ringing cuts off his sentence. He fishes it out of his pocket and sees that it's Pip's calling. He looks at Kenny and Kenny knowingly leans away and clasps his mouth shut. Pip doesn't know he is with Kenny. He clears his throat and answers the call. "Hey, Pip, what's up?"

"D-Damien," Pip whimpers painfully. Damien's heart stops beating. He listens to Pip's choked out words, "I-I n-need you. Oh, G-God!"

"Pip? What's wrong?" He stands up and stares at Kenny with wide eyes.

"I-it hurts…" Pip sobs and follows it with a loud scream of pain. He sobs, "Damien, oh god, c-come h-home p-please."

"I'll be right there, Pip. Hang on, I'm coming home," Damien says before he hangs up and runs out the door. He barely notices Kenny chasing after him.

Damien runs through the snowed ground and curses it for hindering his speed. He is in good shape but he can't run too long without going out of breath. It is a good thing that Kenny doesn't live too far from his apartment building. He turns his head a bit and sees Kenny catching up with him. He runs up the steps and fumbles with the keys to unlock the door. Kenny pants heavily next to him.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Damien shouts as his hands shake too hard for him to shove the key into the hole. Kenny bumps him away and takes the key. As soon as Kenny turns the knob, Damien bursts into the apartment screaming, "Pip, Pip!"

Damien finds Pip lying on the floor behind the couch. He hurries over and pulls Pip into his arms. Pip's body is too cold for comfort. The Brit's eyes are swelled with tears and his nose won't stop running. Pip lights up for a moment before his face twists with pain and he screams at the top of his lungs, his fingers digging into Damien's skin while he does.

"God, D-Damien," Pip sobs. "T-the baby, the baby."

"What's wrong with it?" Damien asks. He doesn't give a shit about the baby. He only wants to know why Pip is in so much pain.

"Damien," Kenny says sharply. Damien has almost forgotten he is here.

"What?" Damien follows Kenny's eyes to Pip's belly. It is only then that he notices the blood seeping through the blue shirt. "Fuck," he whispers. He carefully lifts up the shirt over the bump.

"Jesus," Kenny gasps.

Damien gapes at the discolored skin on Pip's belly. It is the color of ash with tiny blue veins popping here and there. Below the belly, there is a deep gush that looks like Pip has been stabbed. But it definitely isn't a stab wound because the skin and the flesh are eroding into bloody pus. Damien can't even understand what's going on. The wound looks kind of like a puncture hole, like something inside of Pip is trying to come outside.

"What's w-wrong with the b-baby?" Pip wails, clutching Damien's arm.

"I don't know, but I'm going to get the doctor here. Just hang on," Damien says. He reaches to pull down Pip's shirt but stops when he sees a small bump moving from the top of the belly to the lower left. He gulps, not quite sure where he is looking at.

"The b-baby is k-kicking," Pip says out of breath. He lets out a loud scream and Damien can see why he is in so much pain. In the middle of the gush on Pip's abdomen, he can see a little grey hand poking out. The baby is trying to get out.

Damien picks Pip off the floor. He knows he needs to act quick because he has no idea what is going to happen if he doesn't. He turns toward the bedroom but the doorbell stops him. He and Kenny both turn toward the front door. Since they didn't close the door when they rushed in, Damien can see Pocket standing with a fruit basket and a cheery smile.

"'allo there, Damien," Pocket greets.

"Get the fuck out of here," Damien says harshly. And Pip chooses the worst moment to scream again. Pocket's expression changes immediately.

"Was that… Pip? Pip, ol' chap, are you alright?" Pocket takes a step into the apartment, dropping the fruit basket on the floor.

"Kenny!" Damien shouts.

"Dude, you need get out of here," Kenny says as he blocks Pocket from entering the place. "Go!"

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" Pocket shrills.

Damien carries Pip into the bedroom, leaving Kenny to deal with Pocket. He puts Pip down on the bed and towers over the anguishing Brit. He strokes Pip's hair, soaked with sweat and tears. He has never seen Pip in such a horrible state before and his heart is just breaking. Pip's grip on his hand is so tight that Damien is certain his blood circulation is being cut off.

"I-is the b-baby going t-to be alright?" Pip whimpers.

"Of course. I won't let anything happen to you or the baby, okay? I'm going to get the doctor now. Stay put. I'll be back," Damien says.

Pip nods his head with another cry. Damien backs away to the door. He can hear Pocket arguing with Kenny in the living room. He takes a long look at Pip, tossing his head in pain and clutching the bed cover with both fists. The shirt soaks with more blood and Pip's cries just get louder and longer. Damien hasn't summoned the gate to Hell in a long time; he isn't sure if he knows how to do for a moment. But after careful thinking and concentration amidst Pip's screaming and Pocket's shouting, he does manage to rip the floor open. The sulfur from Hell immediately attacks his nostrils and the heat makes his heart pounds.

Pip turns his head and pants heavily. Damien nods his head with reassurance.

"I love you, Damien."

"And I love you, Pip."

Damien jumps into the opening and goes home to Hell for the first time in eight years.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Boyue's Note: It's come to my attention that reviews are cut off or not showing at all. So, if it's not too much of a bother, would you lovely people mind PM me your review if it doesn't show up on the page? I really want to know what you think of the chapter and it lowers my morale when I don't get any reviews. T.T

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03.25.09

7:01 PM