I'm posting this a day early because I'm impatient...

LESS DO THIS

Chapter 8: Unfair

February fifteenth is usually my lazy day. Even before me and Antonio got together. I would just but some of the chocolates that were on sale that day and eat them while watching bad romance movies. The only difference now is the fact that all I did was slay in bed while my new fiance was taking care of me like a nurse.

I'd like to see his ass fit into one of those damn dresses. He would look amazing, and we both know it. There's even one around here somewhere. Long story.

Anyway, dirty thoughts aside. I was now leaning against the headboard of our bed with his arms wrapped around me, staring at the TV set in our room. Even we can have these sweet moments, no words, nothing. We just sit there and enjoy the others' company.

His arms tightened a little as he lightly pressed his face into my bare side. He chuckled little. "Don't cry, love. It's only a movie."

I wiped my face. "Well, those assholes should stop dying dammit." I mumbled.

Laughing again Antonio asked me. "What do you want to watch now?"

"Don't know, don't care." I replied as I shifted a little. Let's face it. We all know me and Antonio overdid it last night. I'm not going into detail, but damn it hurt.

He laughed once again, making me annoyed now. "We could watch your favorite non-Italian musical." He teased. "Maybe the phantom will come save you from your uncertainties."

Okay, I'll admit. I'm a sucker for any romantic movies and musicals, and America (as big of an asshole he may be) has produced some damn good ones. "Shut your face."

"Lovi~give me a chance, and maybe we can-"

"Don't finish that sentence."

"Pass the point of no return." He finished and leaned up to kiss me and pull me towards the bed. I couldn't resist those lips. How could I? They were perfect. He pulled me down to him, and I was now comfortably lying on top of him as he sat halfway up.

I wrapped my arms around him, returning the kiss, and maybe laughing just a little. He slid a hand down my back and was really close to the waistband of the pants I had put on, when my phone rang.

"Let it ring." He mumbled when I reached for it. He grabbed my hand and pulled it back to him. "They can wait." He kissed me again pulling me closer.

Pushing him away I grabbed my phone. Antonio grabbed it and held it away. "They. Can. Wait."

I snatched my phone back and looked at the screen.

"It's my brother." I said and lightly pushed him away again, he leaned back and crossed his arms as I answered. "Pronto."

"Fratello? A-are you busy?" My brother asked. He sounded like he just woke up, or finally deciided to move, or other things I really don't want to think about. Because, ew...

"I was... Don't you have other things to worry about?" I asked in reply. I had to push Antonio off of me, can't he wait?

"W-well, I needed to talk to you."

I sat up a little straighter, finally Antonio got the hint and back off. He looked at me a raised his eyebrows, before turning over on his side and pouting. "What's wrong?"

Feliciano was crying, I could just tell he was crying his eyes out. I could practically hear the tears streaming down his face. "Fratello, I'm pregnant..."

I froze, I couldn't have moved if someone had picked me up. It's not fair, dammit! It's just not fair. "H-how long have you-"

"I found two days before I came back here. I was afraid to tell you because I thought you would hate me, so I waited until I was sure you weren't able to come and hit me! But I need help, I don't know what to do a-and I feel so weird."

Was he really making sex jokes right now? WAS HE REALLY DOING THIS? "Feliciano, it's okay. I'll come see you in a few days. You'll be okay until then." I choked out.

"You'll come way over here?" He asked, and apparently Antonio thought it was a good idea to attack me again. I felt him turn back over and wrap his arms around my waist.

"N-no of course not!" I nearly yelled, stuttering a bit from Antonio's lips attacking my neck. "Look, I'll call you later." I said quickly and hung up.

My eyes looked over at Antonio as I set my phone back on my nightstand. "You're such an asshole!"

He chuckled a little and pulled me down, knocking me at the perfect angle to where I was laying flat on my back. "I'm sorry, but when it comes to you I'm impatient. I don't want to share mi Lovinito with anyone."

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. "Well, you're not getting anything now. That could have been an emergency you know..."

He pouted and crawled over me. "Lo siento~" He purred and leaned down to kiss me, "I didn't mean to upset you."

I glared at him and pushed his face away. "No, I'm mad at you."

It wasn't just him. After Feliciano's call I'm kind of in a pissy mood anyway. How is any of this fair to me? Why should my stupid brother and his overly buff potato be able to have a family but not me!"

"But Looovi~"

"No!"

Antonio sighed, then smirked a little. I sent him a questioning look as he sat up a little and laid his hands beside my waist.

"Don't you dare." I whispered. Of course he dared. Picking up one hand and lightly tracing my side, making me squirm and choke back a laugh. That bastard knows I'm ticklish and always uses it against me.

And damn I'll (kind of) regret that later.

The next morning I met Feliciano at a small cafe not far from the house. It was a small hassle to get him to come to Spain. I was not driving to Italy and I damn sure wasn't going to Potato-land!

He walked over slowly and sat down in front of me at my usual table (the one I sit at when I stop there before/after I go to the street market.) "Ciao..." He said offering a small smile.

"You look awful." I replied and reached over to fix his hair a little and straighten his jacket. "But I guess that's what happens."

Feliciano laughed a little. "I guess. I'm sorry if it's-"

"I'm not mad, a little upset, but I'm not mad at you. You're just the lucky one I guess." I said when I cut him off. "It wasn't meant to be, so I'm not going to worry about it, I just hope that you know what this means and that you're doomed, right?"

"I know. Me and Luddy already talked about it. He's actually excited."

I smiled a little. How could I not? Yeah, he looked awful, but he also had this more-than-usual happy look on his face. But I was going to be an uncle, which is pretty damn close to having a child of my own. Even if it is half potato.

"Well, that's great, ya know?"

Feliciano looked at me confused.

"Because," I continued. "Just because I'm miserable doesn't mean that you will be too. I mean, as long as I get to see him or her."

A huge smile broke out across my brother's face. "O-of course! And if anything ever happens to me and Luddy, you can take them in! Right?"

"I think Antonio would be happy to, but that doesn't mean you go and die."

"Duh."

I smiled and gently patted his head. Damn I'm good.

"So, about the pregnancy..."

Well, there you go! MPreg my loves.

Enjoy