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Chapter 16: Moving on in life...
I had just gotten to the verge of sleep when I heard the front door being unlocked, opened then closed, and locked again. Which means Antonio was home earlier than usual, and had found his was home without dying. From the sound of it, he was even walking okay.
With a small sigh, I shifted a little, keeping myself from the blinding light of the hall when he opened the door. I could practically hear him smiling.
"Lovi?" He whispered. "Are you awake, mi amor?"
He didn't sound drunk.
I turned over and flashed a tired smile before laying my head back down on my pillow. Antonio chuckled a little as he walked into the joined bathroom. He came back out a few minutes later.
The blanket was moved, releasing my stash of heat. It was soon replaced by a never-ending source of heat laying next me. I opened my eyes to look at him. Antonio smiled and ran a hand through my hair. "Hola." He whispered.
"Have fun?" I asked.
"Hm. Si. But I promise I didn't drink that much. I didn't want to upset you." He replied, kissing my forehead. "You need to stay calm. No stress. It can hurt the baby."
I smiled softly, since when is he an expert about this kind of stuff?
The hand in my hair moved down my side and stopped somewhere on my waist. "Where is it anyway?"
"I'd imagine about the same place it would be in a woman." I answered. I had never given that much thought actually. His hand continued to move then stopped. He laughed a little.
"Just think. In a few months everything will be different." Antonio whispered. "You'll look so cute."
"When I get fat?" I asked with a smirk, his laughter grew a little nervous.
"Not fat. Just stretched. And sometime after that, you'll get to hold Ita's little baby. And a month later, Ours. They can grow up together, or not." He said with a sigh. "If you want them to, anyway. We'll have our own little boy or girl..."
I smiled and laid my hand on top of his. Antonio looked at me, from what I could tell in the dim lighting he smiled back.
"Are we going to go back to Spain?" He asked, sighing a little. I had been thinking about that too. Maybe we should. It would only be right to have the baby where it would most likely be most of the time. If anything, it would be easier for all of us. "We could be here or there."
"I think we should go back. After my birthday, we'll pack our stuff and head back." I whispered, closing my eyes.
"Of course, mi amor. Anything you want." He whispered, kissing me lightly before pulling me closer to him. "Anything..."
I woke up the next morning with a headache. I sighed and shifted away from the source of light, hiding my face in a pillow. Damn sun, why does it have to be so bright? It wasn't until my little roll over when I realized I was alone in the bed. I sat up and looked at the empty place next to me.
"Toni?" I asked and looked around. The bathroom door was open, the bedroom door was closed. Getting out of bed I opened the door and walked out. "Anyone here?"
"Buon Giorno, Fratello!" A voice called from the living room. I groaned as I walked in there. If Feliciano was here that meant the Potato was as well.
Arriving I was surprised to only see my brother and Antonio in there.
"You still look tired." Antonio commented when I sat down next to him.
"Maybe he's sick." Feliciano said with a shrug.
I sighed and leaned against Antonio. I really wasn't in the conversation mood, so I stayed silent and let the two happy fuckers keep talking about me.
"Say something, Lovi. Be nice to your brother, he wanted to see you so he arrived while you were asleep." Antonio whispered, putting his arm around me.
"Lovino? Fratello how's the baby?" Feliciano asked hopefully. "Is it morning sickness keeping you from talking to me. Because I know how you feel and trust me I wouldn't talk either. I was just feeling really good today so I stopped by. I hope you don't mind."
I shrugged.
"Do you feel sick?"
I nodded a little bit and Antonio let go of me.
"Do you need anything?" He asked.
"Food would be nice."
Antonio nodded before rushing to the kitchen, leaving me with Feliciano. My brother's smile turned into a rather stern look that doesn't suit him. "Are you okay? Really?" He asked.
"I'm fine. I just feel a little bad. Nothing major." I replied.
"I don't want you to lose this one, and from what you've told me is that you most likely won't. But Lovino if you let yourself get too stressed, I will drive to Spain and make you calm down because I'm tired of watching you hurt yourself every time something like that happens."
I looked at him for a moment, blinking once. At least my headache was gone. Feliciano was a little over a month farther than me and he was more worried about me than anything else at this point.
"Why are you so worried? Don't you have your own things to worry about?" I asked.
"I do, but I try not to get worked up about them. Luddy is back in Germany right now, because he had to go back last night to do something. I'm here for you right now."
I blinked, he did it again. He made me feel bad.
Feliciano sighed and ran a hand through his hair, resting it on his stomach. He's acting like a pregnant chick alright... A very angry one.
Antonio came back and handed me a tomato. "I put some lunch on the stove. You can eat this for now, right?"
I smiled a little and nodded, biting into the fruit. YES, IT'S A FRUIT!
"Keep him calm, Big Brother Spain." Feliciano said as he stood up. "I he gets stressed, it could be bad."
"I won't let him worry about a thing."
They smiled in my direction and I swallowed a piece of tomato.
It was going to be a long eight months.
FOR TEH REVIEWERS: Do you think it's a boy or girl? What do you want it to be? Any name ideas? :3
FOR EVERYONE: I'm just writing a filler or two to add fluffiness. I don't want my story to seem stiff.
Filler chapters will be based on little side RPs we usually do. Add a pregnant Italian and you have a chapter for the story~