Woot woot baby! I know I have had requests for a baby girl, bbuutt... We'll see. This chapter will cover highlights of the first 4 months. Basically this chapter is 100% fluff and is shorter. Have fun!
Month 1
Pitch ran into the bath room and almost tackled his lover to the floor. Hard enough to show his excitement, but soft enough so he would not kill his unborn child. He began to softly rock his lover in his arms while sitting on the floor, and whispering his thanks to God in her wavy red hair. Once he settled down a little, Pitch noticed that his wife was softly shaking in his arms.
"Chiaroscuro," The grayish man looked at her face, finding tears. "What is wrong?"
"Nothing," Chiaroscuro smiled. "I guess I am just a little over whelmed by this."
"Liar, please tell me, my pet. What causes your troubles." Chiaroscuro let out a little sigh, and poked her belly.
"I am scared, Pitch. I feel like I am going to let my child down, I don't really know how to have good parenting skills. I just feel like I am going to turn into my mother." Pitch took her hand, that was poking her stomach, into his hand. Being over protective of their child.
"Shh..." He kissed her hand. "I do not really know what I happy family should act like either. But, I promise, you will make a wonderful mother. That we will make wonderful parents to our child, and anymore that should come. Do not worry about it. And plus, I imagination that Nick will be here enough that there will always be laughter in the house." Pitch joked, which made Chiaroscuro Black smile.
"You promise?" Mrs. Black whispered.
"On my life." Pitch reassured his crying wife.
"Good!" She wiped away her tears, and looked into Pitch's grey-gold eyes. "What sex do you hope the baby will be?"
"Well, I will be happy no matter what sex the baby is, of course. But, I hope it is a baby girl."
"And why do you hope for a girl?" Chiaroscuro closed her eyes, leaning back on Pitch's chest.
"Well, I just want a child to protect and father. I mean, I could do that with baby boys, but it just feels like a girl would want more of that." Pitch paused for a moment. "What about you?"
"Like you said, any gender is fine. But I hope for a boy."
"Why's that?" Pitch asked.
"I feel like a boy will just give an excitement into our lives. Also, if we do have more children and one of them happens to be a girl, I hope that he will be there for her."
"We'll just have to see, now won't we?" Pitch also closed his eyes, and began to rub Chiaroscuro's stomach.
That night, the couple was down stairs eating pasta while talking over the next nine months.
"I want," Pitch said swallowing the pasta. "I want to join a birthing class, or like a baby club of some sort. Whatever they call it."
"Really?" Chiaroscuro's face showed clear distaste in the thought of a birthing class. "It's going to be some crazy lady like in her 50's teaching it, she'll probably have saggy boobs." Pitch laughed at his lover's words.
"Fortunately for you, I am not interested in her boobs. Or anyone else's. The only boobs I am interested in, is yours."
"And I am going to take that as a complement."
"And can we just try it? Please?" Pitch reached across the table and took his wife's hand into his own. He looked at her pleadingly. "If we do not like it we don't have to come back."
"Ugh, fine..." Chiaroscuro gave Pitch a playful look, then threw her other arm over her eyes dramatically, looking away. "But, because I am pregnant and weak, you must do the dishes!" Pitch scowled at Chiaroscuro's smile. He got up and picked up her plate.
"Okay okay, tonight I will. But do not get used to it." He peeked her cheek.
"To late."
Month 2
Pitch's grey gold blinked away sleep at 2 o'clock in the morning upon hearing sounds from the bathroom. With a sleepy groan, he pulled himself out of the king black silk bed and walked to his lover. Who was currently throwing up her guts in said bathroom. The lightly grey skinned man sat down behind Chiaroscuro and rubbed her back soothingly. This event occurred almost every morning, early or late. At first Chiaroscuro hated the morning sickness factor, but soon turned it into a joke.
"How are you, love?" Pitch asked behind a yawn. He tired to support his wife, but let his tiredness show.
"Just..." Chiaroscuro finished her moment. ",fine." She got up and flushed the toilet, then walked over to brush her teeth. Pitch hugged her from behind and laid his head on her shoulder. The couple slowly rocked side to side as Chiaroscuro brushed.
"I wish, the morning sickness could at least leave you with good breath after." The Egyptian said washing the spit down the drain as Pitch played with her hair, which he did a lot lately.
"And I wish that our child was born now." Pitch mumbled in his British accent. "I am so excited for children." He whispered in his wife's ear rubbing her belly.
"Children?" Chiaroscuro asked with a brow raised.
"Well of course we are having more!" Pitch looked into her eyes, his head still on her shoulder.
"We'll see how the first one goes and move from their." She smiled and moved out of his grasp, then held her hand out for him. "Now, let's go back to bed. I have to remove a tumor at 7 this morning, I want all the sleep I can get." Pitch smiled and took her hand, letting her lead him to bed. Once in bed the couple snuggled up to each other. Pitch always liked the warmth that his wife emitted.
"Good night."
"Night Pitch." There was silence in the room for a couple minutes, all that was heard was the breathing of the two in bed.
"Chiaroscuro...?"
"Yes Pitch." Chiaroscuro mumbled.
"We have to see Dr. Hurtz in three days..." Pitch smiled.
"God damn it!" Chiaroscuro turned her back away from Pitch.
"I love you too." Pitch laughed.
Month 3
Chiaroscuro was laying on the bed for her third month ultra sound while Pitch was holding her hand. The doctor, Dr. Hurtz, was making a complete fool of his self, which pissed Pitch off to no end.
"All right! You happy couple you! You where suppose to see me on week six, and now it is week 9! Something huge could have happened and we wouldn't know until now!" He clapped his hands together. "My my, Mrs...um..."
"Black." Pitch filled in the blank with a cold, heartless tone. A tone that sent shivers down the doctors spine.
"Ah yes, Mrs. Black." Dr. Hurtz quickly corrected his self, then regained his happy self. "Wow! You have quite the junk in the front seat!" That lined earned a confused look from Chiaroscuro and a even more disproving glare from Pitch.
"What?" Pitch spat.
"Instead of the term junk in the trunk, it's junk in the front seat! You get it? It's not her back side, it's her front side!" Dr. Hurtz was lost in his moment of self humor, and Chiaroscuro looked up at Pitch. Her eyes read: Out of all the doctors, we picked him?
"But anyways..." The doctor regained him self and lifted up Chiaroscuro's shirt to look at the lump. This action angered Pitch, who squeezed his wife's hand even harder. "You are quite large for your third month. I wounder..."
"Wounder what?" Chiaroscuro gasped as cool jelly was rubbed over her stomach.
"We'll see." Dr. Hurtz said has he scanned her stomach and looked at the screen. Pitch had lost his angry look, which was now placed with excitement and a dash of fear.
"Ah ha!" Dr. Hurtz smiled and the couple exchanged nervous glance at one another. Dr. Hurtz looked at Chiaroscuro, looking crazed.
"I am proud to say, that you two are blessed with..." He added a pause for effect, which killed the parents of the unborn child.
"Triplets!"
"WHAT?" Pitch and Chiaroscuro said with their eyes wide at the news.
"Triplets... but..." Chiaroscuro looked scared, which made Pitch worried that his lover would not want so many at one time.
"Yup look! There is baby number one." He pointed to the screen at a light grey blob. "There is baby number 2" He pointed to another. "And there is baby three!" And he pointed to the last one. Chiaroscuro just stared wide eye still at the screen, taking in the information.
"Could we have a moment please?" Pitch asked in a nicer and clam tone, Dr. Hurtz nodded and left the room. Pitch took both of her hands into his grey ones and looked at her face. She was still looking at the screen with tears in her eyes. Tears began to from in Pitch's eyes as well.
"Chiaroscuro..."
"I cannot believe it, three!" Chiaroscuro finally tore her eyes away from the screen and looked at her husband.
"Chiaroscuro, do you not want them?" Pitch asked scared, he wanted to keep the children.
"Of course I want to keep them! Their my children." She gave Pitch a sad smile. "Truth is, I am scared, again. Three! That is so many for our first time!"
"I know my love, I know." Pitch hushed her with his soothing British tongue. "We will be fine, this is a blessing like that git doctor said. Consider our self's lucky." Pitch moved and kissed her lips for a while, letting his tongue roam around freely in Chiaroscuro's mouth.
"Excuse me!" Dr. Hurtz skipped into the room. "Whoa whoa! Get a room!" That broke the two apart and Pitch gave the doctor his famous death glare.
"Sorry," Dr. Hurtz held his arms up. "Your appointment time is over! Please, go up front to make another one soon! Ta-ta!" Pitch helped his lover up and they walked out the door before Pitch quickly turned back.
"By the way doctor, what is your first name?"
"Dr. Dick Hurtz." The doctor beamed, finding nothing wrong with his name. Chiaroscuro's unhidden laughter could be heard in the hallway.
"THREE? THREE?" Nick shouted happily from his front porch and pulled Pitch from his chair into a happy little waltz/ jig. "Ha ha! I cannot believe it! I am going to be a Grandfather to three little crazies!" Once Chiaroscuro and Pitch told Nick that she was pregnant, they decided that Nick would be their grandfather no matter the real blood relationship.
"Trick or treat!" A chorus of small voices said behind Nick's large body mass. Nick turned around and there stood a small group of children dressed in different costumes.
"Here here!" Nick motioned to sitting Chiaroscuro, who had the candy bowl resting on her baby bump. "Take plenty!" The children gingerly walked up to Chiaroscuro who offered them the bowl with a smile. They took what they want and left leaving a couple and a small girl behind.
"AH! ASTER!" Nick's Halloween just got better and better.
"'Ello Nick! And Chiaroscuro and Pitch!" Aster gave the three a toothy grin.
"Hello Aster, I would get up but..." Chiaroscuro pointed to her stomach.
"Congratulations! Wow! Everyone is pregnant now! Ah!" Aster motioned to the woman beside him who was also pregnant. She was smaller height was than Chiaroscuro, she had the soft lavender/pink eyes and a blue, green, and yellow dyed pixie cut hair.
"This is my wife Toothiana and our baby girl Tooth!" A little girl dressed in a green/blue/pink fairy costume hid her self behind her father's strong legs. She had her mother's pinkish eyes and black curly hair which must have been Aster's or Toothiana's natural hair.
"Hello!" Toothiana smiled. "Do not by shy Tooth!" She addressed her daughter and Aster laughed at her shyness.
"Chiaroscuro, Toothiana and I met when she had to practice her dentist skills on me while she was still a nurse. We fell in love at first sight and have been married for five years!" Aster kissed his wife's cheek.
"Mmm, you and I must remember the first time we meet differently." Chiaroscuro laughed at that. Later on, the men moved to talk on their own and so did the woman. Tooth sat on the floor with the candy bowl eating candy from it. During the two groups conversations, Pitch would look over at his wife.
"How far are you along?" Chiaroscuro asked Toothiana.
"6 and a half months! You must not be far behind, let me guess, six months?" The two where about the same size, with Chiaroscuro being a bit smaller.
"Oh no," Chiaroscuro smiled. "I am only three and a half months."
"Three?"
"Yup, the wonders of triplets!" Chiaroscuro looked over at Pitch and they locked eyes.
"Wow! I always wanted more than one child at one time. But I am happy that I got one rather than none! Congratulations!"
"Likewise!" Chiaroscuro said. "So, what made you pick Tooth as your daughter's name? She is very beautiful."
"Oh thank you." Toothiana smiled. "Aster actually picked it, he loved my love of teeth and I also had the word 'tooth' in my name. So, he thought that name would work and I also liked it."
"Ah I see." The two mothers sat for a little before Toothiana said something.
"Pregnancy sucks most of the time."
"Yeah, but it's a gift at what the result is."
"I hear you."
Month 4
"Cake."
"Fruit."
"Cake."
"Fruit."
"Cake."
"Fruit."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why?"
"You need to eat healthy for the babies."
"All I have been eating is healthy this, healthy that. Our babies need to learn how to party."
"Fine, an apple and one slice of cake. Deal?"
"Works!"
Chiaroscuro sat across from Pitch with a scowl on her sun kissed face. The two was at birthing class, which Chiaroscuro hated with a passion already into their first five minutes. The couple was clad in yoga get up, like the other couples were in the circle of couples. The "Daddies" were told to tell the "Mommies" how beautiful and strong they are and how proud the "Daddies" are by Madam Helga. Like Chiaroscuro predicted, Madam Helga had extremely saggy boobs. She was 55ish and tired to have a wispy voice with her thick harsh accent. Madam Helga was dress in pink tight fitting Indian/ Hippie clothing that made a sound when she walked.
"Lets make a run for this." Chiaroscuro begged in a whisper.
"No, I paid 50 dollars for this one class. We are staying."
"I am sensing some anger over here." Madam Helga stood above them with her eyes closed.
"Nope, no anger here." Chiaroscuro said through her teeth.
"Good then! Mommy, you will be my helper right now! Stand up!" Madam Helga stepped in the middle of the circle. Chiaroscuro's scowl deepened.
"Now, Daddies, I recommend you do this every night. I want you to put lotion on the upper inside thigh of your Mommy. Right here." Madam Helga stood behind Chiaroscuro and lightly grabbed said spot on her body. Pitch went into rage and Chiaroscuro looked horrified.
"And start to rub in circles like this~"
"Excuse me!" Pitch got up. "My Mommy and I have another thing planned right now, I am afraid we must be going."
"Ah, I see! Make sure to do the lotion thing!" Madam Helga called after the couple has they left the room as quickly as possible.
"We are ever going back there again!" Pitch said once outside the room.
"Finally..." Chiaroscuro smiled.
Yay! Done! Hoping to update soon! Months five -nine on the way! Comment on what sex you what the triplets to be, but I think I already have an idea. So do not feel bad if I do not take your idea! Loves~