Nevermind what he said a few weeks ago, being bedridden was the worst thing ever. He couldn't do even the most basic of things like cook or clean, let alone take care of the kids. The three of them did come to play with him at times, nap time also being moved to being right next to him. He was glad that there were tutorials online for how to do things, knitting and sewing becoming what he'd usually do whenever left alone unless he was reading. It wasn't too hard after he learned how, but the first few times it ended with frustration. Fixing how the reading glasses sat on his face, he flipped the page of the book. It was hard to get used to the eyewear, getting scolded by one of his partners for refusing to wear them.

Speaking of his partners, two of them were home for the day, both having gotten time off. Edd wasn't so lucky, getting stuck in the classroom more days a week than anyone needed at this point. The absence of both Tom and Matt was worrying, at least one usually there to keep him company. Glancing up at knocking on the door, he marked his page before placing the book on the bedside table. Looked like it was nap time with the three hyper kids climbing onto the bed with him.

"Sorry about not checking in on you, the neighbors asked for Matt to help with something and I couldn't leave the kids alone. You doing okay?" Tom looked wrecked, his hair in pigtails and marker covering his skin. He couldn't help but laugh at the view his kids created of his fiancee.

"My sewing things are halfway across the room so I've been reading. You look wonderful babe."

"Kids decided to make daddy Tom 'pretty'. Don't worry Matt got a picture." Watching as the taller moved across the room to grab the fabric for him, he smiled as it was put beside the book.

"That's adorable, but before nap time starts," glancing away, a dark blush covered his face, "can you help me to the bathroom? These two enjoy trying to annoy me with this form of early target practice." He pouted as the other laughed, being helped onto his feet and to the bathroom. This was the only time he got to move around, so he definitely needed this respite. The midwife that had taken over his care when Dr. Mari had gone on maternity leave had tried to set him up with a catheter, the four of them refusing it the instant it was mentioned. Doing his business, he stopped to take a look at himself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. His scars had mostly faded, the two along the side of his neck looking like light scratches while the one over his eye was a little darker than those. His right arm had healed up a while back, light lines that were practically invisible showing its previous injuries. He could remember right after the causing of these marks when he and Tom would be stuck in the bathroom with Edd, the tallest wrapping bandages around his neck to his hip. Tom had been sitting on the side of the tub while he was on the toilet seat, his arm being wrapped up before he watched as Tom's shoulder was wrapped up.

Glancing down to where he was harboring two little gremlins, he pulled the hem of his shirt up over his belly. He could feel the squirming twins sitting low, his womb had dropped a few days ago. There were still a few days before he was due though. Running his fingers over the skin, he could feel the light stretch marks under the pads of his fingers. When he had been carrying the triplets, he had been upset at the first few marks, though it could be understood since he was still healing from the crash, the smaller wounds around his hip and side were pulled. He's gotten used to them though, it was a given at this point that he'd those marks for years, a sort of battle scar proving he got through being pregnant with multiples, not once but twice. Rubbing at a kick, he pulled his shirt back down and over the skin. Opening the bathroom door, he smiled as his hand was grabbed.

"How long were you standing? You know you're supposed to be resting as much as possible. You feeling okay?" Being helped back to bed, he smiled at his kids who curled up around him as soon as he was leaning against the pillows again. He felt as Jonas and Delilah curled up against each of his sides, Elijah trying to take the role of the family cat by laying against his belly.

"It was only a few minutes, I got lost in thought while looking in the mirror. I'm feeling fine Tom. I'm getting tired of these two being cooped up in me but I don't want them to come out yet. Does that make sense?" Getting a nod, he tried to relax in his place, his eyelids becoming a little heavy. Feeling lips pressed against his forehead and stomach, he reached out to grab the blue hoodie fabric before Tom walked away.

"Join us? At least till we get to sleep." Mentally cheering, he watched as the other walked around to the other side of the bed before crawling under the covers with himself and the kids. Feeling an arm move across his chest, he smiled softly before he began to drift off to sleep.

He was woken by kicking and soft cramps a few hours later. He glanced around to find himself alone in the bed, a cup of tea on the bedside table with a few cookies. The tea was still warm, so it had to have been made within the hour at least. Making sure he was sitting up, he made sure to pick up the cup with both hands before he took a sip. It was a little chilly, the window in the room looked like it was open a little bit. Rolling his eyes at that revelation, he put the cup back down before picking up his sewing. It wasn't much, he was only giving small repairs to old blankets. Well, old blankets was a rough term for this, the fabrics held strong meaning for them all. See he was repairing the old 'baby blankets' that the four of them had had forever it seemed. They were in alright condition despite the years of harsh use, frayed edges and faded color weren't the worst of it, some holes were a little difficult to fix, and there were a few stains from whatever random happenings.

"Just a few more stitches before a good wash and this one will be ready. Still find it funny how I was the only one to have two blankets when I was little. At least there's enough to go around now." He grinned, a hand rubbing the side of his belly. Since he was born in the northern area or Norway, it was extremely cold most times of the year. So when he was born, he had been made two blankets by some now distant relative. He made note to contact his family at some point, check if any of them still lived. If they did they'd probably not care about him, he was never close to anyone but his grandparents, his real parents having died when he was barely two in a car crash. Finishing the repair of the first of his two blankets, he placed it to the side to be washed before grabbing the other. It was less worn, so he could stitch up the few holes and it'd be done. Pricking his finger as another soft cramp hit him, he huffed before putting the hurt digit into his mouth. Hearing a crash from the other room, he wondered what was happening. Grabbing his phone from the bedside table, he gave a call to Matt who didn't answer before calling Tom's phone. Hearing it getting picked up, he laughed softly at what had to be Matt trying to get the kids off of him.

"Is everything okay Tord?" Tom sounded tired, but that was probably right.

"I heard a crash from that direction and wanted to know what happened. Also I kinda pricked my finger with a sewing needle and it's bleeding." Hearing a laugh, he could hear the dial tone in the next second. Waiting for barely a minute, he watched the man enter the room again. Getting an assurance that everything was alright in the other room, his wound was bandaged.

"This blanket is almost done and the Two can be washed. They'll be ready for these two troopers." Feeling a hand cup his belly, he grinned brightly when he felt the lips pressed to his.

"You're adorable like this you know."

"Says the man who said he hated me for years. Hey…" Pausing with what he was going to say, he glanced to the side.

"Something wrong?" He gave a small smile before shaking his head.

"Nothing's wrong, just, i'm feeling cooped up, like I'm trapped. Can I join you guys in the living room please?" Hearing the other hum, he looked into the black voids.

"Maybe a little later. But you're going to be sitting the whole time, no arguing on that." Laughing, he nodded with a smile.

"No argument from me, I'd love to sit in a spot with different walls. The same four twenty-four seven gets boring." He was kept in company for a bit longer before Tom left him with both blankets to be thrown in the wash. He twiddled his thumbs for a while longer, reading his book until the door opened again. Grinning at the dark brunette who probably just got home from work, he felt hands run through his hair before wincing at a knot being pulled at.

"When was the last time you brushed your hair?" Gaping at the question, he stuck his tongue out.

"Hello to you too Edd. And what's the point of brushing my hair if nobody is going to see me? I'm bedridden anyway." Getting a snort from the other, he rolled his eyes.

"Hey babe. And Tom said you'll be joining us out in the other room. We have guests so I'm going to help you brush your hair at the least." Well he didn't know about that. He wondered who would have been over as Edd tried to keep gentle while brushing his hair. It was probably the neighbors or Paul and Pat. Getting helped into different clothes by his own request, he was helped up out of bed and down the hall with a blindfold over his eyes. He was putting his full trust in his fiancee not to walk him into a wall. He was held in place at the edge of the living room, the room deathly quiet.

"Keep your eyes closed for a few more moments after I take off the blindfold." Listening to directions, he felt both hands being grabbed by two different hands. After the few moments, he was allowed to open his eyes, blinking a few times before they widened. He saw the faces of the neighbors and the two current leaders of the Red Army, plus a few unfamiliar faces. Hearing one of the older women gasp as he was helped into a seat.

"What is all this?" His voice was shaky, the unfamiliar faces throwing him off big time.

"We decided to throw a baby shower for you, since we never did it last time." Shocked by the words from his ginger lover, he tried to relax in his seat, both hands unconsciously moving to the top of his belly. He was eventually introduced to Matt's mom and grandmother, Edd's parents, and Tom's mom and younger brother, who he hadn't even heard mention of. Gesturing towards the three elders who were speaking with Matt's grandmother, he waited as Tom bent down to whisper in his ear.

"Thought to invite some family of yours. You don't recognize them?" His eyes opened wide, glancing over the three again before covering his mouth. He hadn't seen the three since he was still a teen, right about when he moved to London. He felt the tears start rolling down his cheeks, it catching the attention of most the people in the room. Within an instant he had all three of his partners questioning what was wrong, his only response was his head shaking and more tears.

"Hey, shh, what's wrong baby? You're too amazing to cry. Want something to drink?" He nodded to the last question, Tom leaving the room to grab something for him to drink. Being handed a glass of milk, he took a sip as he managed to calm his tears.

"I-I'm just… so happy. I don't know how to respond. Thank you so much for this." Wiping his face with the back of his hand, he showed his grin to the room. It took a while to get him comfortable in the company, all three of his grandparents practically squeezing him to death. Getting help with the gifts, he enjoyed each. It was nothing big, just clothes and blankets.

"So what exactly are you having? Edd wouldn't tell us over the phone. Why we got gender neutral things." He smiled softly at his technical in-laws, using one hand to rub his middle. Tom's mother had asked to feel, and he now had both her and Matt's mom's hand resting against his belly. The twins were asleep, small movements being the most that could be felt.

"Identical twin boys, and if I've learned anything they'll be troublemakers like the rest of us. They're asleep right now but they're usually docile unless something happens." Having his attention diverted to Tom, Edd and Matt squirting water at Paul, he couldn't help but laugh, the feeling of fluid going up his nose. The laughter continued for a while longer, going from laughing at a now soaked Paul, to him snorting milk up his nose. It wasn't till his crotch felt wet that the laughter slowed.

"Babe did you just-"

"Edward, Thomas, and Matthew this is the second time you've made me piss myself laughing while pregnant and I don't know if I should keep laughing or be annoyed."

"Wouldn't you be pissed?" Grabbing an empty water bottle, he threw it at the brunette's head, missing entirely. It wasn't long before everyone left, the three boyfriends of his getting the kids to bed before moving him to the master bathroom to get cleaned up. He could feel the cramp get stronger as he was moved. He was sat on the toilet as he was undressed, watching as blank eyes became confused while he held back from groaning softly at a strong cramp.

"Tord are you feeling alright?" He glanced down to where Tom was looking at the inside of his shorts.

"I'm feeling fine. Why do you ask?"

"There's bloody fluid in your shorts." Going wide eyed at what the other said, he placed both his hands against his womb.

"Shit. I didn't even realize." His actions caused Tom to go on guard, Matt coming back to see the two of them pale in the bathroom.

"My water broke… and those weren't just cramps from the twins shifting around." The ginger quickly dropped the towels and left the room, most likely getting Edd.

"What are you saying Tord? You're scaring me." Taking a deep breath, he clutched his middle as another contraction ran up his spine.

"The babies are coming you dumbass!"

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Hahhahaha I had warned you that there'd be roughly 8 chapters + epilogue

Tordle went into labor woop woop

Week 40/40+

~Mari