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Warning(s): Bullying, slash, mpreg, sexual content, language...etc.
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LabRatsWhore: Haha, glad you liked it enough to fangirl ;) (don't worry I do the same)
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Chapter Eighteen: Tritan App
Marcus' P.O.V
Leo looks at me as I pass by and his hand suddenly grasps my wrist. I tried to avoid him but I knew it wouldn't last forever. Ever since my return everything has been weird, especially after Leo began to open up to me. Now he narrows his eyes in a scrutinizing gaze and with a defeated sigh he lets go of my arm. I feel so confused at his sudden reaction but what freezes me completely is his quiet spoken words.
"I hope he makes you happy," is all he offers before walking upstairs.
I stare at his retreating form dumbfounded wondering how he could have known.
I'm shaken from my stupor when there's a knock on the door and I quickly open it to find Sebastian, the boy from school who helped me out. He has a timid smile playing at his lips as the door opens all the way and I can see him staring at the ground and wringing his hands. He looks up when I come to view and his shy smile turns lopsided as his body relaxes.
"Hi," he waves.
"Hey," I swallow nervously.
I can't seem to come up with a better answer since we haven't really spoken since that time. Now that I look at his eyes, something in the back of my mind flickers to the night Adam took me out to celebrate. It's familiarity I don't know why I have with him. If my memory serves right, he kind of reminds me of the fallen angel. I shudder having sudden memories resurface from two weeks ago.
Bodies against bodies, grinding together to the beat of the thumping music. Hot mouth on skin burning so delicious and a warm hand leading us both through the crowd, away from the noise. A dark room, not a lot of light just barely enough to see hurried movements. Clothes ripped off, hands everywhere and warmth engulfing my length until I'm a panting mess leaning against the closed door of the shitty room. And then it all didn't matter as I was taken over again, my vision going white and my phone vibrating somewhere on the floor. But I couldn't move as I was pounded into.
I momentarily lose my breath and shake my head to get rid of the memories.
Sebastian takes a step closer and I subconsciously let him, as if my body knows.
"It was you," I breathe astounded.
Adam had been a bit furious I didn't pick up but he didn't say anything on the way home probably knowing by the way I insistently shifted in the car seat, the way I smelled of another.
"It was," Sebastian confirms.
My brows furrow in confusion again, something isn't right. Not with the dark way he's suddenly staring at me. It's been two weeks and only now does he approach me. My heart is pounding erratically and I don't feel too good.
"It was fun til it lasted," he smirks.
"What are you talking abo...?"
It isn't until then that I notice how his eyes glow a familiar, disgusting green, that can only mean one thing. The tritan app.
Adam's P.O.V
I feel it before it happens and I stay quiet in the closet of the nursery where Audrey is napping soundly. The wooden door is slightly a jar and I can hear soft footsteps that soon appear before me.
"Adam? Adam, I'm tired can we please go back to our room and sleep," Chase yawns, a hand rubbing his eyes and the other on his belly as he waddles in.
I grab him by his waist and cover his mouth to hush him. His smaller hands cover mine and his chest rises and falls in panic.
"Do you hear that?" I whisper in his ear.
He seems to relax once he hears my voice and I take away my hand.
"Hear what?" He questions just as quietly, his back pressed to my front.
My arms wrap around his middle and I cradle his belly before replying with a soft, "focus."
His brows furrow in concentration and he gasps.
"I... someone... the tritan app," he says worried.
I search his eyes and nod. Someone's in our home, someone not wanted.
Heavy foot steps, unlike Chase's, approach the nursery and Chase holds his breath. The door opens and in comes an unfamiliar figure.
"Oh how precious," the person coos as they lean into the crib.
My hands automatically turn into fists as they pick up our daughter. She gives a whine and then a whimper but what makes me angry is when that person takes out a fucking needle ready to draw blood from Audrey.
"A real bionic human, with no chip installed, you are going to be very useful," he says.
And it clicks.
That voice so damn familiar is because it belongs to none other than Agent Graham.
My blood boils and I'm attacking him. Audrey starts screaming and crying as the man stumbles with her in his grasp.
"Adam!" Chase cries.
His distraught voice makes me rip her from his arms and cradle her to my chest.
"Leave!" I roar.
"Or what?" the bastard smirks.
The door opens wider and reveals the boy from Chase's school. His eyes are the familiar color of the tritan app and I know we're in trouble. Big D and Tasha are on a date tonight and no one knows where Donald is, although he's probably running away from Perry. Leo is still new at bionics and Marcus... Marcus is...?
Chase uses a force field to block the lasers used by the new bionic. I can see the strain it's causing on his body being pregnant and I hand Audrey to him when the shield dissipates. He holds her close and I punch the tiled floor until it cracks and shatters. It rattles the whole house and it might warn the others on the intruders.
Graham stumbles and falls to ground, hitting his head against the leg of the crib in the process.
The bionic soldier widens his stance to attack but something hits him and he crumbles to the floor. Behind him is Marcus supporting his weight on the door frame and holding a frying pan. He looks pale and shaken but I don't realize how bad it is until he passes out and I barely catch him.
In the backgrounds I hear Eddy sounding the alarms and alerting those who are away. Bree is the first to arrive with branches in her hair followed by a breathless Leo. Both look around and anger fills them.
"Help me," I call before they can even think of beating these monsters.
I take Audrey from Chase and carefully sit him on the rocking chair. Leo and Bree take care of Marcus and soon enough Mr. Davenport arrives with Uncle Doug and Tasha.
"What happened?" Big D demands.
Chase's chest is heaving and he's having a panic attack. I press my forehead to his, our baby girl in between us still crying scared. I try helpless to get him to copy my breathing but it doesn't work.
"Adam," he whimpers.
"Mr. Davenport, Chase," I stop and gather my strength because this isn't how we wanted our family them to find out.
My right hand intertwines with my fiancé's left, where his ring wraps around his finger perfectly.
"Chase is pregnant and he's having a panic attack, I can't help him calm down please," I beg pleadingly.
He assesses the situation quickly and nods.
"Tie those two and bring them to the lab," he orders. Uncle Douglas and Tasha are already getting rope.
"Bring Marcus to the medical wing, Leo come take Audrey."
Leo does as told and Bree super speeds with an unconscious Marcus.
"Chase, Chase listen to me," Big D says.
Chase's bottom lip wobbles as the first tears fall and his free hand rubs at his belly.
"Breathe," our dad coaches.
Chase tries, I can see he does but the fear is still overwhelming.
"For the baby," he adds gently.
I swallow thickly as Chase nods through the tears and takes a deep breath, and then another.
"Help me haul him up," he tells me.
I nod and take Chase's other side.
It's barely been two days since I proposed and now all of this happens. I'm frustrated and angered but I can't do anything about it except protect my family.
Once downstairs in the medical part of the lab, we settle Chase into the bed next to Marcus. Mr. Davenport begins to connect many wires and machines to Chase and the babies. He assures me it's to monitor them and to keep them safe. Chase tries to fight it off but he eventually falls asleep. A few minutes later Mr. Davenport brings the ultrasound machine and spreads the cold gel over the taught skin of my fiancé's belly.
The familiar sound of the whooshing heartbeats fill my eyes with tears and I hold Chase's hand tightly.
"They're fine," Big D sighs relieved, "Chase and the twins are fine."
And they are because I can see how they're curled around each other. One is sucking their thumb and the other is wriggling about.
"I'm sorry," I croak.
Big D laughs and he gives me a hug.
"They'll be okay but now I have to examine Marcus and deal with the intruders."
I nod and watch him go check our brother.
Quietly and carefully I climb onto the bed where Chase lies motionless and hold him towards me tightly in my arms, safe. With a final press of my lips to his forehead, I close my eyes and fall asleep, my hand over his ever growing baby bump.