Five months into Virgil's pregnancy and things were going rather well for the new couple. Both of their friends were shocked by the relationship considering how polar opposite they both were. It had taken awhile for everyone to adjust to it, even Virgil and Francis. The pyro had changed some in the five months with the hero, but only because he had to take care of his pregnant mate. In these past months, Virgil had become his top priority since he had gotten the hero pregnant with their child. The job was a complete waste of time, but at the very least, the pyro was glade he got to work on cars.
Virgil, while Francis was at work, was content to play the little house-wife, which Francis found adorable, especially since Virgil couldn't really cook. The hero was glowing with his pregnancy and from being in love. Virgil had finally admitted that he was in love with Francis instead of just a crush and felt better for it. Virgil placed a hand on his swollen abdomen as he walked through the grocery story with his cart. The cool air was a nice reprieve from the hot summer heat that was running down outside world. Being pregnant in summer wasn't the most comfortable. Neither was being eighteen and pregnant, but hey, he graduated from high-school and pop out his son in his own apartment, with the help of a midwife of course.
Virgil had insisted on getting the midwife that his mother had, unfortunately she had retired. Luckily for them, her daughter had taken over her midwifing business and was quite adept to it. Hotstreak had been a little nervous at first, but when he found out that a midwife said that they could have a home-birth and not got to the hospital the pyro had agreed immediately. Since it was a carrier birth, they had to be more careful so Virgil got a check up once every two weeks and his appointment would be that Sunday, they had to wait three days, making it Thursday. Both of them were rather exited about this whole thing.
Virgil was wondering in the produce section when he spotted Daisy and Frieda talking to a small group of their friends from school. They hadn't seen him yet and he snuck closer wanting to scare them a little. He froze when he heard what they were discussing.
"God, have you guys seen Virgil? He's so fucking huge right now. I know he's pregnant, but damn he needs to loose some weight. Shit, who'd have thought he'd let Hotstreak fuck him, his too ugly for the hothead. Hotstreak needs a women to show him how good normal is," Frieda said with a cruel cackle. The group of friends snickered along with her.
"I know right? I mean come on, who'd fuck someone like Virgil, he has scars on his face, and had no muscle mass what so ever. Plus he's so twitchy and jumpy around everybody. Who would want kids with that piece of trash," Daisy replied, snickering loudly. Virgil frowned wetly as tears gathered in his dark eyes. Before they could even spot him, he scurried off, unconsciously dragging the cart with him. Virgil ended up curled in the bathroom for twenty minutes crying and trying to calm himself down, silently cursing his hormones for over reacting. When Virgil had deemed himself ready to leave, he quickly rinsed his face and went to finish with groceries.
Virgil spent three days stewing about what they said, worrying both his family, his alpha and Richie before his dark thoughts came to a head. Francis was determined to thoroughly fuck his pregnant mate unconscious as soon as their appointment was done. The pyro was currently rubbing his scent all over the smaller male to scent mark the pregnant boy thoroughly. The pyro gently began to bite Virgil's soft neck when the hero stopped him by gently pushing him away, which was odd because Virgil always wanted stimulus at the moment. It was like the boy was in constant heat. Francis pulled back with a scowl.
"What's the matter babe? Don't want me anymore?" Francis said, anger clear in his voice. The heartbroken look on Virgil's face melted any anger the pyro had.
"What's wrong?" Francis asked, pulling Virgil to him as he pulled them into a sitting position.
"D-do you think I'm attractive Frankie?" Virgil asked, wringing his slender hands nervously. Francis gave him an incredulous look, shocked that Virgil would even have to ask.
"Of course I think yer attractive V, who wouldn't? Yer sex as hell and perfect, especially now that your all swollen with my child, don't look at me like that, you needed the weight. Yer kindness only adds to it. What brought this on anyway?" Francis asked, taking Virgil's hands and lacing them together.
"When I was at the store a couple of days ago, I ran into Frieda and Daisy. They, um, they said I wasn't attractive and fat. I kinda freaked out and cried in the bathroom a little bit, though I know I shouldn't have," Virgil said looking down at their enlaced hands. Francis let out a growl at the thought of anyone calling his mate unattractive and making his boy cry.
"I'll kill them," Francis snarled before pulling Virgil to him and kissing the hero deeply. When they pulled back, both were panting harshly.
"Please don't, I don't want to raise the baby alone," Virgil said breathlessly.
"Why not? They insulted you, they deserve worse. Yer my pretty mate, mine. I'll hunt down anyone who hurts or insults you and kill them," Francis snarled, gently nipping at Virgil's kiss swollen lips. Virgil gave a soft pleased noise and opened his mouth for his alpha.
"I think Frieda's jealous that you chose me over her," Virgil replied, stripping off his maternity cloths. Francis took the hint and began stripping as well. As soon as both were naked, the pyro spoke.
"That doesn't give her the right to insult you, Daisy doesn't either. Yer perfect and beautiful and nothin' in this world will ever change that." Francis said as he grabbed the lube from the nightstand. Virgil automatically laid down on his side, lifting his leg up to give Francis better access. Francis had two fingers in when Virgil spoke again.
"They don't have the right, but it still hurts just as much. Show me how attractive you think I am, please," Virgil begged as Francis added a fourth finger. Francis grinned and leaned in to give the hero a kiss. Virgil responded immediately as the pyro prepared his well used hole. Minutes later, Francis had himself lubed up and was positioning himself against Virgil's entrance.
"Mine," Francis grunted out.
"Yours," Virgil responded in kind and moaned when Francis slammed into him. He'd never fully get use to Francis slamming in like that, but it did lead to pleasurable things. The pyro waited a few precious moments, regardless of the fact that he'd pinned Virgil before their exam and fucked him stupid.
"Please Francis, please," Virgil moaned out, clenching around his lover. Francis grinned savagely before pulling out and slamming back in several different times. One of Virgil's legs was propped over Hotstreak's shoulder as the pyro plunged into the willing body, spearing the prostate every time. Virgil clawed at the bed in pleasure, loving how Francis could pleasure him in such intense ways.
"God yer tight, make yerself tighter ya little slut," Francis demanding and Virgil was quick to reply, clenching his insides every time Francis thrusted in and out of him. With the harsh stimulation to his insides, Virgil knew he would last long as his pleasure built in his gut. Francis shifted slightly and getting a deeper angle inside his boy, making Virgil scream loudly, much to their neighbors annoyance. The hero clawed at the bed, insides clenching, breath heaving, and eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Virgil screamed again when he felt Francis bit his leg, loving how the teeth left their mark in his chocolate skin.
"Need to cum, make me c-cum, please," Virgil begged, body thrashing in pleasure.
"Not yet," Francis snarled out, clutching Virgil's leg tightly against his chest.
"Please," Virgil begged, his body shaking with the need to come.
"Soon," Francis replied, slamming into Virgil's body. One of his hands reached down and grasped Virgil's slender hip, holding his boy still as he took him.
Virgil felt the hot coil of pleasure ache in his abdomen, waiting for the finale push that would mean his euphoria.
"Now," Francis snarled, demanding his lover to spray himself all over his own stomach and chest. Virgil's eyes rolled, but he didn't come.
"Harder," Virgil begged, body arching as Francis slammed into his body, hitting his prostate every time. Moments later, Virgil climaxed against his chest, screaming out to the world in pure pleasure. Francis came seconds later, swelling in his boy to keep his seed in. They slumped over, content with what had just happened.
"V?" Francis asked after he caught his breath.
"Yeah?" Virgil replied tiredly.
"Marry me?" Francis asked, nervously. Virgil sat up the best he could to stare at his lover. His eyes filled with tears and his lip wobbled adorably.
"Of course I will," Virgil replied happily. And that, was a happy every after