Before the couple knew it, it had turned to Dynamis' fifth month. To both their fear and happiness the greyette was really starting to show his pregnancy, this would cause problems for the both of them.
Rago was practically the only one working now, he was stuck doing all the chores and cooking, not that he really minded. After all the shit he put his lover though before it was the least he could do, exceptionally in Dynamis' condition.
The poor lad was stuck in the bathroom, but he wasn't puking. Oh no, the greyette was in the dilemma that every move the child made he had to go... You know. Anyway, it wasn't fair that the innocent had to stay in the washroom all day, a few times he was allowed to come out, but only when the kid said so.
"Love?" The black son asked cracking the door open to peek, "Are you OK no-!"
"Don't come in!" Suddenly a towel was chucked at the door at hyper speed which closed it and just about took Rago's nose off in the process. Sighing the older male slid down the wall away from the door, somewhat knowing that that was a danger zone. He waited quietly as he heard a flush of the toilet and the shuffling of cloths before the door open with a load bang, what did he tell ya.
"Finally!" The greyette chirped walking over and flopping on the bed, snuggling into the covers. "My legs are killing me!" Giving a raised eyebrow Rago shrugged before standing and walking over to the preggy and sat down on the bed, it's mattress shifting from the weight.
"Do you feel better now? Are you sure the little one will let you leave?" Shrugging blue orbs closed themselves and their owner snuggled into the arms of the blood eyed one, the color they loved so much.
"Yes, I do feel much better. I only hope that they stay down a little longer." Looking up Dynamis stared intensely at Rago's face, searching. "Did you complete all the house work?" A pale head nodded causing black strains to snake forward. "Are you sure?" Another nod. "Positive?" One more nod. "Is that so? Then what is that?" Following the outstretched hand crimson landed on a pile of white, grey and black, his face dropped.
"Dammit!" The child of Nemesis cursed under his breath before, strolling over the basket, picking it up and exiting the room while mumbling something about a 'God damned slave driver.' At the actions Dynamis giggled before laying back down on the bed and closed his eyes.
"Poor Rago," He said turning on his side. "He always gets things done but always forgets the laundry. I just hope that you are better at house work than your father is." Giggling again the greyette stroked the stomach that just barely fit into his skinny robe, it was getting very large. After all Dynamis did go from a nice hundred and ten pounds to a whopping a hundred and fifty six pounds, he felt fat.
"You know what," The preggy said gently petting his stomach, a smile creasing his lips. "You've caused mommy and daddy a bit of trouble over the past few months, especially mommy." With small movements he drew circles, stars and arrows onto his frail skin, in the end they turned into constellations. "This one is Canis Major," Dynamis stated drawing the shape. "This one is Canis Minor... This one is Cygnus, he's a swan." After shaping more myths onto the baby's cambers the greyette went to get up when a sharp pain hit the inner lining of his tummy, his eyes went wide.
"Rago!" He cried, but it wasn't in fear, it was in joy. "Rago, come here! Hurry!" Within seconds the black son was in the room, the look on his face was full of confusion.
"What?! What is it?! What happened?!" Taking the muddled man's hand he pulled him over to the bed and placed a hand on his stomach, waiting.
Then it happened, the pain.
Red eyes went wide before looking up to his lover's orbs which were glistening with tears.
"Is that..?" A smile over took Dynamis' face as he covered his mouth with his hand as his tears spilled. A smile of the type took Rago's lips as he felt another. As happiness fluttered though the bedroom the father to be swooped his beloved right of the sheets and spun him around before embracing him altogether. Gently the black son kissed the guardian, showing how truly overjoyed he was. It was what they were waiting for...
The little one's first kick.
The first real notes of the child's existence, their baby's life.
Sure it hurt, but hey, it was way better than a power surge.