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"It takes a strong person to say sorry, but a stronger person to show forgiveness."

Thomas's right hand was buried in Oliver's hair, and he used the other hand to massage his friend's back. The pregnant man had fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion, but the grip he had formed around Thomas's neck was still tight.

"Get away from my husband!" Connor shouted on the top of his lungs as he marched towards living room.

Thomas immediately snapped his head towards the door when he heard a loud bang from the walls.

"You! Get away from him!" Connor yelled to the stranger who was currently hugging HIS husband ON HIS couch IN HIS apartment. "You bastard! Let go of my husband right now!"

Thomas knew what the scene looked like to Connor, and he couldn't help but feel pleased to be seen as a threat to the married couple. He schooled his face and remembered the real problem in the situation; Oliver. "Shhh… Oliver is sleeping." Thomas coolly admonished Connor. He wanted to hold Oliver for much longer in his arms, but he needed to explain the situation to Connor. Thomas gently lay Oliver on the couch, and slowly stood up to face the wrath of Oliver's husband.

"Don't shush me! You're the one who is forcing my husband to cheat on me!" Connor shouted again and strode forward until he was half of a foot away from Thomas; poking him hard on the chest.

Thomas was surprised that Oliver didn't wake up from all the yelling that Connor was doing. 'Well, it was a really traumatic day for him… he needed all the rest he could get.' He heavily sighed and pushed Connor's finger down. "I'm not his lover, I'm Oliver's best friend. My name is Thomas," he introduced himself.

"Oh I know who you are!" Connor spat furiously. "You're the one who has been spending so much time with Oliver."

"At least I'm there to spend time with him! I'm not the one who buries himself with work and made breakfast and dinner the only times to talk to his pregnant husband!" Thomas retaliated; waking Oliver be damned. "He's your husband, not your cook."

"I… I…" And it hit Connor smack-dab in the face. He thought he had the upper hand in this argument because he found his husband curled up with another man, but the tables were now turned when Thomas just pointed out how he neglected Oliver.

"It's because… I… he… You knew?" Connor asked instead. He really couldn't voice out his excuse for his actions to Oliver's best friend. Connor avoided Oliver because one, he didn't want to hear about his escapades with Thomas, and two—especially this reason— was because every time they talked, he was entranced by the way his husband's lips moved, the way his nose scrunched and the way his gums were showing when he smiled. And every single time he averted his eyes from Oliver's face, he was clouded with the images of his husband lying naked on the bathroom floor. So, of course, he always had to cut their conversation short, and go to his own room to take care of his growing problem.

"Of course I knew. I'm his best friend," Thomas emphasized the word friend because as much as it hurt him, he didn't want to make Oliver's marriage life more complicated for him. Thomas wanted Connor to know that he was just and he always would be Oliver's friend. "Look man, I'm not cheating with Oliver. I mean, look at him! I don't think he is capable of doing anything that devious."

Connor and Thomas glanced at the same time at the pregnant man whose face was still crumpled, tear marks visible from his cheeks, and lips swollen from being bitten.

'You'd be surprised if I told you that he cheated on his ex with me… well not cheated per se, but mistakenly identified, I prefer.' Connor thought to himself before absorbing what Oliver really looked like. The lawyer desperately wanted to run to his husband and hold him tightly when he saw the Oliver's state. He restrained himself when he realized something awful had definitely happened to his husband, and only Thomas have the answer.

"What happened?" Connor calmly asked the blond man. His jealousy lessened, but it never disappeared. He slowly approached Oliver while listening to Thomas's explanation.

"I don't really know…" Thomas scratched the back of his neck. "I was calling him to wish him a happy birthday…"

Connor stopped on his tracks. 'It's his birthday? FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! So that's the dinner was for. Fuck! I didn't even know," he admonished himself but continued walking again. Hoping he never give Thomas any clues that he didn't know it was Oliver's birthday. Husbands are supposed to know that bit of information about each other, right?

"… and then he was just crying and yelling. Well, until he fell asleep, and then you came," Thomas finished the story. He explained to Connor what he thought had happened based on the look of the kitchen and from the small bits of hysteric information that Oliver had given him earlier.

"I'm confused, why would he react to fire like that?" Connor questioned Thomas without meaning to.

"You don't know?" Thomas asked incredulously. "You don't know that he was trapped in a house fire when he was a child? You don't know that his father died saving him from it?" Thomas asked, not believing his own question. How could Connor not know this important information about his husband? "What kind of husband are you?" Thomas couldn't help but shout his last question.

"Of course I know about that! I'm his husband after all!" Connor shouted his lie. 'Of course, I don't know it. How could I know that his father died a tragic death when I don't even know his birthday? How would I know?' he thought shamelessly. "What… what I mean is that… uhmm… why would he… uuhhh… react to fire like that when he is so accustomed to cooking?" he amended. He knelt beside Oliver and gently stroke his husband's cheeks.

"Well, if you didn't barge in and accuse us of cheating, then you would have noticed the puddles of water on your kitchen floor." Thomas pointed his thumb over his back. He felt something wrong in Oliver and Connor's relationship but he couldn't point it out yet. "I think seeing the house almost catch on fire triggered something in his memories. He is fine with cooking but no big fires. Kathy and I always switched the channel whenever news about fire was on." he smiled sadly at the memories.

Connor didn't do anything or say anything when Thomas was explaining, but he sure as hell felt everything. He felt sad about his husband's past, happy that Oliver had a friend like Thomas, jealous that the friend knows more about Oliver than he does, and bitter that he remains clueless of anything related to his husband.

"I'm sorry, Oliver," Connor whispered to his husband, and lightly kissed his forehead, causing the pale man to start waking up.

"Connor? Thomas?" Oliver questioned when he saw the sad faces they were wearing. "What happened?" he asked automatically, rubbing his eyes to regain his vision properly while trying to sit up on the couch. "Thomas? Why are you still here? Weren't you supposed to be at the airport?" Oliver asked frantically; memories of the earlier events had started to come back. "Oh my god! I'm sorryI'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you late. I'm sorry."

"Shh… it's okay. I still have time." Thomas moved forward to Oliver, and sat on his left side since the other side was already occupied by his best friend's husband. "Are you okay now?" he asked gently.

"Yeah… yeah… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to… it's just… uhmm…" he tried to explain. He unconsciously leaned on his husband's body, like they've done this a million times. Connor rounded his arms possessively around Oliver's shoulder, but let Thomas and Oliver continue their conversation.

"It's okay, you don't have to explain." Thomas ignored Connor's pointed look when he took Oliver's left hand. "I understand. I was there, remember? I understand," he assured him; gripping his hand tightly.

"Thank you." Oliver smiled. "I'm okay now. Sorry you had to witness my breakdown," he said shyly.

Thomas nodded his head. "I should probably go; I still need to prepare some other things," he lied. He already missed his flight, and he prefer to just stay beside Oliver. He would have done so, but the death glares that Connor sent him provoked him to lie.

"Yeah… yeah… sure. Thank you again Thomas."

"Anything for you and Mochi," Thomas leant forward and tapped Oliver's nose with his point finger. "See you soon, My Hackachu." Thomas purposely used Oliver's nickname to piss Connor more. He may not be Oliver's husband, but their childhood memories can never be replaced.

Oliver stretched his pinky towards him. "Promise?" Thomas grinned and looped his pinky with Oliver's.

"Promise," Thomas assured him and then grabbed his duffle bag. He waved goodbye to Oliver once more and showed himself to the exit.

Connor Walsh was a lot of things, but stupid is not one of them. He realized that 'Hackachu' was Thomas's nickname for Oliver. He was frustrated when he called Oliver that way, and when Thomas touched his husband's nose. Connor was jealous but he let it slide though; giving credits to the strong friendship between the two. But he was actually more upset when Thomas referred to their child as 'Mochi'.

'Apparently, I'm the only one who didn't know that you call him Mochi,' he thought bitterly.

"So you named our baby after a snack you are addicted to?" Connor joked, but Oliver was already asleep in his arms.

This time though, Oliver's face looked peaceful and comfortable. Oliver's back was leaning against Connor's chest, his head was resting on Connor's arms, and his arms which were covered by Connor's were wrapped around his own stomach.

"Great! You ignored my existence while your best friend flirted with you in front of me, and now you are using me as your pillow?" He complained half-heartedly. He didn't really mind the position they were in. It was uncomfortable but he liked it. Connor really liked it.

Connor slowly took his phone from his back pocket, and sent Asher a text message. 'Not going to work tomorrow. Asher, I don't care anymore.' He hoped his best frienf knew what he was referring to.

Connor discovered three things about Oliver today;

1. His husband's birthdate

2. His husband's fear of fire

3. His unborn child's name is Mochi

Connor smiled, and pressed a light kiss on his husband's forehead. He tightened his hug as he let his mind think of the things he can do to woo his husband.

Oliver woke up with the sweet aroma that was surrounding his room. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes, and then he realized that he wasn't in the guest room, but in Connor's room.

The slightly opened door moved inward, revealing Connor with a tray full of food in his hand. "Good morning!" Connor beamed, and sat beside Oliver. He fixed the stands of the tray so he could place it over Oliver's thighs. "I made breakfast," he announced, gesturing to the meal he cooked.

"You know how to cook?" Oliver asked him, feeling awe that Connor made him breakfast, but also wary that Connor was acting out of character.

"Well… not really, I never had the chance to touch a spatula my entire life, but I used an online recipe book for help, so I would know how to cook edible waffles." Oliver looked at the well-prepared food in front of him. Connor had prepared waffles and orange juice for him, and his heart tingled when Connor said that it was his first time cooking, and Connor did it for him.

"Go on. Try it." Connor encouraged Oliver, grinning widely as he anticipated his husband's reaction.

Oliver took a bite from the waffle as Connor waited anxiously for Oliver's approval. He sighed in relief when Oliver beamed at him and held his thumbs up. "Oh... good… I thought I did something wrong with it."

Oliver drank his orange juice before opening his mouth. "About yesterday… I'm sorry.I didn't mean to—"

"Mean to what?" Connor asked confusingly. As far as he was concerned, the apology should be coming from him and not the other way around.

"With the kitchen. It's very me—"

"I don't care about the kitchen, Oliver. I care a—" Connor almost slipped, but he covered it with a fake cough and asked another question. "Could you tell me what happened yesterday?" he asked gently. "I mean if you are okay with sharing it to me? I don't want you to be uncomfortable or something."

"No… no… it's fine. I'm okay now. it just threw me off guard that's all," Oliver assured him and after he bit the waffle he proceeded to tell Connor what happened yesterday.

"… then I don't know what happened after that, next thing I knew, you and Thomas were there." Oliver shrugged.

Connor was kind of relieved that Oliver didn't mean to call Thomas. It was like a thorn taken from his heart when Oliver clarified that he was going to call his mother and Thomas coincidentally was calling him.

'Well you can't blame Oliver if he did call Thomas. You didn't treat him like a husband, so why would he call you?' his conscience twanged with guilt.

"You don't need to do this. I'm fine." Oliver's voice broke Connor from his inner struggle. "Our baby is still fine."

"Mochi," Connor said their baby's name for the first time. "You named our baby, Mochi," Connor continued, ignoring the ache in his heart when Oliver implied that he only cares for the baby and not at him. 'Well! Fuck! I'm a selfish bastard, of course he would think that way.'

"About that, it just came naturally, I'm so—" Oliver started but was cut off by the other man's voice.

"I like it. Mochi, it's cute. Do you…. Uhmm… Do you know the baby's gender?" Connor asked shyly. He hadn't been to any of the doctor's sessions.

"Not yet. it's too early for that." When Oliver saw Connor's crestfallen face he bravely asked him. "I have a doctor's appointment today, do you… uhmm… do you want to come with me?" he asked shyly. "Oh wait, I'm sorry. You still have to go to work," he added; also disappointed at the reminder.

"Yes!" Was Connor's immediate answer. "I mean no, I don't have to go to work today, and yes, I want to go with you," he said enthusiastically, and removed the tray from Oliver's lap. "Come on, you have to change for the doctor's checkup."

"Wait! Wait! I haven't finished my breakfast yet!" Oliver gestured wildly to the tray.

"Leave it there. I'll finish it up." Connor said, standing up and tugging Oliver's hand.

"No!" Oliver shouted immediately. "I mean… I want to finish it all by myself," he said and quickly stuffed his mouth with the breakfast meal.

"Is it really that good? Give me some." Before Oliver could react, Connor had used his fingers to pick a sliced waffle and took a big bite from it. He then immediately spewed it on the bed. "Shit! Why is it so salty?" He scrunched his nose and grabbed the orange juice to remove the salty taste, ignoring Oliver's shout of protest. Connor took a big gulp of the juice before spitting it again. "The fuck! The juice is too sweet! Oliver, why the hell are you eating that? Is there something wrong with your now?" he questioned his husband, still disgusted with the food he consumed.

"No, it's because you made it." Oliver admitted shyly, blush creeping on his face. Oliver nibbled on the tip of his fork while staring at Connor, who was returning the gaze with more intensity.

'So lucky to have you." Connor thought lovingly.

They stared at each other far too long before Oliver burst into laughter remembering Connor's face when he ate his own cooked meal. "Your face… it was too funny," he said between giggles.

Connor frowned first before joining Oliver in hysterics.

"I'll just take this call." Connor excused himself, hand covering the mouth of his phone as he exited the waiting room to talk to his friend. "I'm in the hospital, Asher." Connor's aggravated voice rung in the area.

When Connor exited the room, Oliver turned back to the magazine he was reading before. They have arrived at the doctor's office a while ago; way too early for their appointment.

"Oliver!" He was jostled from his thoughts by another pregnant woman that he befriended during his trips to the doctor.

"Jordan!" Oliver stood up and gave her a hug. Jordan was almost at her due date, so it felt like she practically lived in the hospital since she visited it too often than necessary. "Where's Ian?"

"He went to get his coffee. He was annoyed at me saying that I am too paranoid by visiting the doctor every other day," she complained to Oliver as she situated herself on Connor's previous seat. Their one-sided conversation flowed from her marital problems to her pregnancy pains, but Oliver still listened attentively to his new friend.

When Jordan had finished with her rambling, she then asked Oliver about the whereabouts of his husband. "I only saw Thomas here once, why hasn't your husband accompanied you to the other sessions anymore?" Jordan was referring to the time where Thomas had insisted on making an impromptu check-up when he witnessed Oliver crying from the cramp pains.

Oliver was about to correct the mistaken identity when another voice had invaded their conversation.

"Thomas is just a very, very concerned friend of ours," Connor said as he walked inside the room and leaned down to give Oliver's forehead a peck, then crouched down to his husband's stomach. "I'm Oliver's husband; Connor Hampton-Walsh," he said in a sickeningly sweet voice. He stretched his hand to the Oliver's friend. "Nice to meet you."

"Jordan Summers," she introduced herself, and shook his hand. "I'm sorry, I just thought…" Connor just nodded without looking at her and continued playing with Oliver's belly; cooing at Mochi.

Jordan looked at Oliver and mouthed her own apology, which was returned with a small smile from Oliver. Oliver was secretly preening from the incident because Connor just introduced himself as his husband, even hyphenating their last name. He glanced down at his husband, and he just thought how happy he was to see the playful side of Connor. The room was quiet except for the strange sounds that Connor was making to Oliver's belly; fortunately, the tension in the room was saved when the doctor's assistant called the Hampton-Walsh's for their appointment.

Jordan waved another apologetic goodbye to Oliver when the couple stood up and headed inside the room.

After the ultra sound, Connor and Oliver were waiting for Dr. Lowell to come back for the report of Oliver and Mochi's health. Dr. Lowell was Laurel's mentor, so she recommended her instantly when Oliver needed a doctor in Philadelphia who specialized in male pregnancy.

Connor and Oliver were sitting beside each other; across the doctor's desk. It was a little awkward for them since this is the first time that they had done something together since their marriage, but both were secretly enjoying themselves with their first family trip.

The silence in the room was interrupted when the doctor entered the room and gave Oliver a handful of sonograms. "Why do you need 5 pictures for every position?" Dr. Wilde asked as she settled on her desk chair.

"Relatives," Oliver explained vaguely. He had been collecting the sonograms for his family and Connor's family; mailing them each set for every doctor visit. He kept the other copies to himself though; gathering all of the memorabilia he could get before he had to leave his baby to Connor and Julian.

Both men were preening at their baby; even though, they could only see a deformed shape of it. Dr. Lowell gave them a few more minutes to fuss over the pictures before getting the couple's attention back.

"So do you want to hear the good news or the better news?" The doctor asked grinning. She rested her on her intertwined fingers.

"Good news first!" The couple shouted in unison. Dr. Wilde rolled her eyes playfully to the married couple. "It's good to be young," she mumbled to herself.

"Okay, the good news is… the baby is perfectly healthy. There are no signs of abnormality." Male pregnancy was rare, but known to the entire world, so it wasn't a surprise to other people if they would see a pregnant man. There had been in-depth researches in Europe about the negative effects on the baby, so carriers should be very keen in following advices from their doctor to avoid risking with their child's life. "You on the other hand Oliver should avoid stress."

Connor instantly grabbed Oliver's hand when the doctor had told them that Oliver was stressed. He gripped Oliver's hand tightly, conveying all his apologies through their intertwined hands. "Will he be okay?" Connor asked nervously.

"Oliver is fine… healthy even, I presume you are following my instructions?" When Oliver nodded enthusiastically, she continued. "I can just see from your wrinkled forehead and buggy eyes that you need more rest, okay?" She wrote something on her notepad. "I can't give you anymore pills because it might affect your child's growth, but this is a Chinese Herbal tea you can buy at the pharmacy. It will help you relax more and can help you with your sleeping problems," she then handed Oliver the paper.

"Now, the better news is…" The doctor trailed off to look at the expectant faces of the couple, "You can have sex now!"

The couple sat up straight in their seats, looking directly at the doctor. Their faces turned beet red instantly, but their hands remained intertwined. Connor made a small coughing sound when he needed to distract himself from the dirty images that started to creep to his mind.

"Oh please… from all the eye-fucking you're doing in my office, I won't be surprised if Oliver will give birth to twins now." Dr. Lowell smiled smugly; enjoying the embarrassing faces that the couple was making.

They were supposed to be headed home after their trip to the hospital, but Connor was called into the office to sign some important deals. Oliver had persuaded Connor to take care of his work first then come back to the apartment together.

Once in the office building, Connor had insisted Oliver to wait in his own office, but Oliver didn't want to disturb him and opted to stay in the lobby instead. He was minding his own business; reading the magazine that was stacked beside the couches when he was disturbed.

"Well, well, well. Isn't it a sore-eye?"

Oliver snapped his head towards the familiar voice and saw that he was once again bounded by his ex-lover. "Paxton?" He slowly stood up; dropping the magazine to the floor.

"Are you stalking me?" Paxton eyed his ex-boyfriend with disgust. He slowly approached Oliver, and grabbed his right arm. "That's just too pathetic; even for you, Oliver."

"I… I'm with someone… " Oliver tried to explain. "I'm not stalking you. Please let go of me," he begged, trying to pry his other arm from Paxton's vicious grip.

Paxton even tightened his grip. He doesn't want Oliver, but it just made his blood boil when realized that he was not Oliver's world anymore. He rounded his other hand around Oliver's back, pushing Oliver closer to him. "Don't you love me anymore, Ollie?" He whispered seductively.

"I… no… stop please." Oliver begged, curling his arm around his stomach to protect it from his ex-boyfriend. "Stop it Paxton. Don't hurt us please."

"What do you mean us?" Paxton started, eyes bugged out, when he realized the reason Oliver was trying to protect the budge on his stomach. "Are you?"

"What the fuck are you doing to my husband?" Mr. Walsh yelled furiously, catching not only Paxton's attention, but all the employees on the ground floor.

Connor's wedding with Oliver was only known to their respective families, so the employees of Walsh-Millstone Corporation and the media haven't been tipped off by the sudden matrimony of the successor of the company. Cornelia and Kathy decided that they would wait to announce the nuptial after Oliver gave birth to lessen the pressure that the newlyweds would be facing.

"Let go of him!" Connor repeated his order and yanked Oliver from the bully's hand. He immediately caressed Oliver's face. "Are you okay? Are you in pain? Do you want to go to the doctor again?" he asked anxiously and roamed his hand to Oliver's belly. "Does it hurt?"

"No, I'm fine. We're fine." Oliver assured him, thankful that Connor was there to rescue him from the evil creature. "I'm okay. Thank you."

Connor was not entirely convinced that Oliver was fine, but he let it go and would question him again on the way back home, but in the meantime he needed to do something first about the pest in Oliver's life, which technically would be now his own. He turned around, put a protective arm around Oliver and faced the man who manhandled his husband. The movement of Oliver's hand on his back was the only thing that was preventing him from punching Oliver's ex-boyfriend.

"Who the fuck let you in?" Connor pointed at the man, ignoring the other employees' surprised faces.

"He was the new recruit, Mr. Walsh," Connor's secretary, who was only years older from then, chimed in. "I'm sorry sir." She apologized about the man's behavior.

"Well, congratulations. You're fired on your first day," Connor said sarcastically. "And rest assured, that I will give you a great recommendation letter to your next job. So good luck finding one."

"What the fuck!?" Paxton exclaimed in surprised.

"Escort him outside. I don't want to see him set foot inside this building," Connor ordered, and at once; the guards had run towards them.

"Wait!? What?! What?!"

The guards pulled Paxton towards the exit, but the scornful ex-employee was still struggling to be freed. Paxton can't believe that he had just been fired from the company he had dreamt of just because of one stupid slut.

"Hey you!" Paxton shouted at the couple, finally freeing himself from the grip of one of the guards. "How can you know you're the real fa—" Paxton was not able to finish when he was suddenly hit by Connor right in the face.

Connor grabbed Paxton's neck; not caring that his employees was watching them. He leant forward to Paxton's ear and whispered menacingly, "You don't want to mess with me." Connor then pushed the pest to the floor.

It was not a threat, but Paxton sure did feel the murderous intent on Connor voice which was enough for him to shut up already.

"Connor, it's not true. It's not true," Oliver sobbed; tears had started to fall from his eyes. He was not stupid, and neither was Connor. They knew what Paxton was going to say, and Oliver didn't need any doubt to be planted in Connor's mind. Not now, when things are better between them. "He's lying. Please. Believe me. Paxton is lying. You're the… You're the father."

Connor marched back to Oliver, gripped his face and kissed him firmly. The flow of electricity was evident when they pulled apart and instantly locked their gazes with one another; still oblivious to the stunned faces of Connor's employees.

"Mochi's our baby," Connor stated firmly.

And that's what you called FLUFF with ANGST!

Title Reference: Doctor Dolittle – hospital checkup

Story Outline:

-Connor pampering Oliver

-Connor rescuing Oliver from bullies

Scenes Included:

-reason for panic attack

-Connor didn't know Oliver's birthday

-Doctor's appointment

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