SMTS 8

Chapter 8! Blurp. The first trimester of pregnancy for Jack and Bunny!

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Week 6

Jack leaned against the bathroom wall, breathing harsh as he ran a hand through his sweat slicked hair. Pitch was right. Morning sickness sucked ass.

He leaned over the sink, glaring at his face in the mirror. His blue eyes were watery, his hair was messier than usual, he was sweaty, and his cheeks were tinged slightly green. He looked like a hot mess.

With a huff he splashed cold water onto his face and grabbed a toothbrush to rid himself of the awful taste in his mouth.

Aster sat outside the bathroom, back against the wall as he stared at the ceiling. He bit his lip in worry as he heard the sink running.

This was becoming a daily occurrence. One minute Aster was sleeping peacefully, Jack happily napping in his arms, and the next Jack was in the bathroom and Aster was left alone in bed. Aster gave a sniff of sadness. He missed waking up with his little Jackrabbit next to him.

He was pleasantly surprised when Jack stormed out of the bathroom and sat plopped down on his lap, burying his face in Aster's neck.

"I'm tired" Jack yawned, nuzzling the soft fur on his rabbit's neck lovingly. He absolutely adored the smell of fresh chocolate and bursts of fresh Spring breezes that clung to that soft as silk fur. Recently he'd become more sensitive to smells, sometimes he joked that he was becoming part bloodhound.

He pushed away these thoughts when Aster began humming, cradling him as he walked back towards their nest. He clutched the fur on Aster's chest and gave a sleepy hum in return, letting the dreamworld take him away.

Week 7

"No. I hate cookies." Jack ignored the shocked looks of his fellow Guardians as he turned away from the plate of cookies an elf offered him. Poor elf looked devastated as he looked at the cookies sadly before running out of the room crying.

"Are-are you sure Jack? You love chocolate cookies!" North placed a hand on his adoptive son's forehead, worried that the winter spirit had caught a fever.

Jack huffed, pushing the hand away as he crossed his arms in from of him. Was it that weird for him to not want cookies? Just looking, or smelling, the cookies that elf had offered to him mere seconds ago made his stomach turn.

"Yeah. I don't want cookies, they're gross." He didn't look at the other members of the rooms as he eyed the ceiling. He didn't want cookies, that wasn't weird. He blinked. He was hungry. Eyeing the shocked looks on the others faces, and the knowing one on Sandy's face, he hummed.

"You know what I do want to eat though, pickles. I want a pickle really really bad right now."

"Jack, honey, are you sure you're alright? You hate pickles, always have" Jack stared up at Tooth who was flying around him before nodding in affirmative.

"I'm fine. I still want pickles though..." He blinked when Aster shot up, grabbed him bridal style and created a tunnel.

In mere seconds they were in the Warren once more, Aster looking determined as he navigated them towards their nest. Jack didn't say anything as he was placed on their nest, recently lined with downy feathers Jack had requested earlier that day.

"Where are you going?" He blinked as Aster left the room. Jack bit his lower lip as his eyes watered. He was still hungry...

"Here" Jack blinked as a plate full of sliced pickles was placed in front of him. He gazed up at his beloved rabbit.

"Have I ever told you I loved you?" Jack asked as he eagerly munched on one of the many slices of pickles. Aster sighed as he sat on the nest, wrapping an arm around the teen.

"Course" Jack just hummed in response as he picked up another pickle slice.

Week 8

Jack lounged on Pitch's couch, beyond bored. He was tired and hungry and bored. And pregnant. He huffed as a Nightmare playfully snuffled his hair.

He reached up to pet it's nose, Nightmares were grainy feeling but weirdly soft at the same time. A small smile found its way onto his face. Nightmares weren't such bad creatures, as long as you got over the fact they're made completely of sand and gave people nightmares.

"Jack. Why are you here again?" Jack blinked in surprise as Pitch walked in, carrying a tray with tea on it.

"I don't remember. I got dizzy and BAM! I was here!"

Week 9

"Pitch"

"Yes Jack?"

"I'm tired of being tired, seriously. I've never slept this much before."

"The woes of pregnancy my friend"

Silence. Sniffle.

"Dude. You finally called me your friend!"

"AHH! Jack! Your crying all over my cloak! What did I tell you about hugs?!"

Week 10

Dark blue lines on pale white skin. Jack frowned as he glared at his arm. His veins were showing up much more clearly than usual. It looked like a highway on his skin.

The small headache that had been troubling him all morning grew as he shimmied his way out of his sweater and the white shirt underneath. He glared at his chest, pregnancy was weird.

He wasn't even showing yet but all the things happening to him were confusing. Weird cravings, weird aversions, being tired all the time, headaches, nausea, morning sickness, sensitive skin, heightened sense of smell, dizziness, visible veins. The list went on and on.

He glared at the sweater and his white shirt on the floor. He didn't even want to wear his beloved shirt anymore. It felt constricting and that didn't make any sense at all! His shirt was baggy, how it felt constricting Jack would never know.

He lay back down on the nest, shirtless and sweaterless, as he placed his hands on his lower stomach. It still hadn't fully set in. Inside of his stomach, inside of him, was a little life. Maybe more than one. He didn't realize he had begun crying until furry fingers delicately wiped away the tears and warm lips pressed against his own soothingly.

Week 11

Jack nibbled on his cheese and crackers as he watched the little fairies fly about busily. He was sitting comfortably on the ledge of the staircase, something that would get him yelled at if Aster or any of the Guardians found out.

Flurry was sitting on his lap, turning around in circles in an attempt to take everything in. He'd decided to take the little egglet on his visit with Tooth. Course the Guardian of Memories was busy with Fool in the meantime and for the last ten minutes Jack had been amusing himself with crackers.

Furious chirps immediately made his ears ring as he slipped off the ledge in surprise, he was caught by the wind as it gently settled him onto the ground. He'd barely managed to catch Flurry before the poor egg became an omelet on Tooth's poisoned castle floors.

He blinked as Baby Tooth began patting his face, little tears trickling down her guilt stricken face as she attempted to apologize for scaring him. A flock of other fairies fluttered around him, each trying to check if he was alright.

"What is going on here?!" Jack paused just as he was about to soother the little fairies troublesome worries as Tooth herself flew in. Her feathers were slightly ruffled and her lipstick seemed slightly smeared. Fool trailed in after her, curly hair messy as he used his shoes to float upwards.

"Jack! Oh my, how long were you waiting here sweetie?" Tooth fluttered over, shooing away the little fairies as she patted Jack's hair.

"Um. Not too long. Baby Tooth was keeping me company" Jack replied as Fool floated over towards them, a grin on his face.

"Jack! Bro, haven't seen you since the party! It was crazy right? Heard you had a bun, or rather buns, in the oven dude. Congrats man!" All Jack could do was blink as Tooth fussed over him, Fool floating in circles around them.

Week 12

"Roar!" Jack chased after the egglets in the Warren. They squealed in joy as he chased after them. Flurry led the small group and Jack smirked as said egglet tripped.

"Rawr! Imma eat the little egglets! I'm Jackzilla, fear me!"

"Jack, what are ya doin'?" Jack paused, the egglets freezing in front of him. Simultaneously they all turned towards the familiar gruff voice.

Aster stood near the entrance of the burrow, arms crossed and eyebrow raised at the spectacle taking place before him.

"I'm not Jack! I'm Jackzilla!" Jack yelled, curling his lip to show off his nonexistent fangs. Bunny shook his head, paw on his temple.

"Jack. It's lunch time, come inside."

"Rawr!" Aster sighed, exasperated as Jack stomped his foot.

"There's ice cream for dessert"

"...Jackzilla doesn't like vanilla"

"It's cookie dough Jack"

"Oh look at that! Jackzilla left, sorry egglets we'll find him after lunch. C'mon Aster! Cookie dough ahoy!"

Week 13

Jack glared at his brown khakis on the floor. He was completely naked, only a pair of blue boxers on, as he glared at the evil pants on the floor. The stupid button wouldn't close over his growing tummy. He had a large baby bump now that his baggy sweater helped conceal. Now though? Without his sweater it showed plainly.

He sighed sadly as he stared wistfully at his pants.

"Ya know. Tooth made ya some baggy sweats a week a go. You can wear that." Aster decided to put his own two cents in as he sneaked an arm around Jack's shoulders, grinning when the immortal teen snuggled closer.

Tooth loved making and sewing clothes and since Jack's pregnancy had first been announced, she had set to making maternal clothes. She hadn't made any baby outfits yet, though she had put together blankets and a few stuffed toys. They didn't know if the baby or babies would look human or Pooka.

"Mmm. Later. I'm tired right now"

"Ya want me ta leave ya to yer nap?"

"Shush Kangaroo, it's shnuggle time right now"

"Well then"

There you have it! Chapter 8.

Sorry if I got any pregnancy facts wrong. -.- I myself have never been pregnant before so I've been researching to get all the facts straight.

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