It was three days after the little one's first kick and the sparkly magic of joy had left leaving a nasty taste of pain in Dynamis' stomach, literally.
The sun was gone and the moon had dominated over the night sky, in was time for rest.
Well... At least it used to be.
The guardian rolled over in his bed for the hundredth time that night, unable to get comfortable. Defeated by the rough kicking in his inner lining the greyette sat up and leaned against the head board, desperately trying to stay awake and stroke his tummy. That motion was the only remedy to stop the painful hitting and every time it stopped and he would go back to sleep the baby would start up again, he hadn't got any sleep since it happened. Another thing that pissed him off was that the child never kicked or moved when he was up and about but when he sat down it started back up, he was so doomed!
Giving a tired yawn Dynamis felt his eyelids slide close in sleepy greed, finally he could get some sleep and-! Blue snapped open as a sharp pain punctured his abdomen, he groaned. All he wanted to do was sleep and relax, stress was bad for a baby but if he couldn't relax then what was the point.
"Love?" Surprised the preggy looked over to see Rago sitting up and rubbing his eyes, he looked confused. "What are you doing up? Shouldn't you be asleep?" Leaning closer, and with the help of the moonlight, looked at his lovers face.
The tan skin was flawless as always but his eyes held large bags from the lack of sleep, he sighed.
"It's not letting you sleep, is it?" The younger man nodded as tears welled in his eyes, he was so tired in just about every category it hurt. Physical, mental, emotional, you name t and it hurt. "Shh..." He heard the black son coo as he was taken into a warm embrace, his head resting against Rago's collar bone. "Don't cry baby," His seme said using a new nickname to cheer him up, it didn't work. "Please don't cry. I'll help you anyway I can." All the words that left the blackette's mouth did nothing to help the tears, it only made it worse.
Salty rivers caused grey bangs to stick to his cheeks. He was exhausted to the bone and his hormones were only making things worse, his battery was running dangerously low.
"I can't take this any more!" The twenty one year old cried clutching onto Rago's bare shoulders, his nails digging into his bare flesh. "It's not fair! I want to rest! To sleep! To relax! Why can't I do that?! What did I do to deserve this!?" More tears made their way down Dynamis' bagged eye skin, their contents dripping onto Rago's collar bone. The child of Nemesis watched as tan eyelids drooped then fluttered open and repeat, he was really fighting it.
"Dynamis please, you need to sleep! You're already exhausted to your limits!"
"I know!" The suffering greyette hissed groggily, struggling to face his lover. "Trust me Rago, I know but... I just can't. Every time I sit or lay down to rest the baby keeps kicking me and the only way to make it stop is by rubbing my stomach like this." Placing a hand on his tummy Dynamis stroked the flesh in a circular motion but was to tired to continue. "Just... Like... That..." Yawning ocean closed themselves only to have pain shutter though his body, he was getting sick of this and fast.
Suddenly a large, warm hand was pressed against the lump inside Dynamis' body, he shivered at the warmth.
"R-Rago, what... What are you doing?"
"Getting you some sleep." Gently he rubbed the same spot that the preggy did, instantly the kicking stopped. "Now rest yourself, love. I'll stay up and sooth the little one." Giving a tired nod Dynamis closed his eyes and snuggled into Rago's built chest and dozed off, the circular motion calming his nerves.
After the greyette gave off some major Zzzs the black son sighed and leaned back on the headboard, it was going to be a long night.
A yawn escaped tan lips as Dynamis sat up and stretched his thin limbs, rubbing his eyes that no longer had bags, He felt so refreshed!
"Feel better?" Blinking blue looked over in surprise as he faced a sleepy looking blackette who smiled gently, he was still awake?
"Rago, you're... Still awake?"
"Barely," The upcoming father replied back, his hand still stroking the pregnant tummy. "You know, your skin is really soft..." Chuckling lightly Dynamis stroked the black strains that strung off the male's head, they were everywhere.
"Thank you for doing this." Leaning up he pecked Rago's lips. "You should sleep now, I feel better." Giving a groggy nod the black son laid down and within seconds he fell asleep, Dynamis sighed before going and getting dressed.
'I still can't believe that he stayed up all night, for me.' Glancing back he smiled while latching up his robe, his stomach sticking out. 'He's so nice.' At that thought he had to hold back a laugh, that brought back memories.
He remembered way back when, when he thought the exact opposite.
Walking out of the room and down the hall the greyette made his way to the kitchen to make breakfast, the baby was hungry.
"What to have, what to have..." Searching though the cabinets for something dry to munch on, he found nothing of interest. Closing the cabinet's wooden door Dynamis stood only to have his eyes fall upon something, it was an apple.
It looked so good and juicy, it's skin a ruby red. Greedily nimble fingers grabbed the lone fruit and he sunk his teeth into it, a line of apple blood rolling down his chin. After finishing the apple he threw the corpse out the window the worms to eat before patting his stomach.
"Do you feel satisfied now?" He asked the baby who was surprisingly still. "That's what I thought." Strolling over to one of the couches he was about to sit down when a kick impaled his insides and he ran to the nearest bathroom, a hand covering his mouth.