Chapter 3: Working While PregnantSummary:
Blitz and Moxie handle a mission.
Notes:
As this is a chapter revolving around a mission, some warning for cannon violence and minor sexual jokes. You know, cannon shit.
Day 3 of BlitzPreg Week "Working While Pregnant" and a bit of "Body Worship"
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Things weren't too bad…
Sure, mildly inconvenient. Multiple bathroom trips, odd cravings, and hormones that have you horny one minute and a sobbing mess the next.
On top of having to get bigger clothing, having to deal with Stolas being worried about him and the twins constantly.
Loona was good about not hovering too much– but she would lash out at others if she saw them as a threat to Blitz and her little siblings.
It was cute, sure, but not cute when she's about to maul a poor stockman in the market asking to get by.
Millie and Moxie were… an adjustment. Millie cried for like– 20 minutes– took a while to figure out if she was happy or sad– she was happy– thankfully. She has been such a good support for Blitz, offering to take him shopping for paternity clothing or anything else he wasn't comfortable with asking Loona for help on.
Moxie took another approach, he was reading up on imp pregnancies and offering unsolicited advice, like caffeine intake, work schedules– proper diets. You know, the annoying shit that no one wants to hear. A nice touch was adding a mini fridge with snacks and drinks next to Blitz's desk within arms reach– really nice touch– almost enough to make him forgive Moxie for the other shit– almost.
Blitz spat out the drink, "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!"
Moxie nervously rubbed his hands, "uhh– K-kale, Sir–"
Let's just say… Moxie wasn't on Blitz's best side at the moment.
As Blitz got bigger and the twins were making themselves known, it only became more real. Suddenly missions were more like, how many times can Moxie and Millie ask Blitz if he needed a break or if he was okay.
At nearly 23 weeks along he felt miserable– he's encouraged to sit his ass down and relax but sitting still for too long isn't his style. Missions had to get done, and he would be damned if he sat his ass at home.
Today, the girls took up a strange focus to try to feel the twins after Stolas casually mentioned feeling them the other day. Blitz wanted to smack him upside the head for mentioning it in front of them, them knowing only added to the hype to feel how many times the little hybrids in him could try to kick his ass. "Oh how cute!" they would say, "fuck my bladder" more like Blitz's had in mind.
Of course his softer side agreed, I mean how could he say no? It was somewhat cute, Loona was a good team player with the unexpected pregnancy and was excited to become a big sister– and Millie had been so helpful with finding him salves and otheritemsto help with his odd changes to his body.
"Are you guys really gonna camp out until they move again?" Blitz groaned a bit, leaning back on the sofa as Loona and Millie were on each side, hands on his belly.
"We already missed it twice," Loona said as she scrolled on her phone with the other hand.
"Moxie, did you get those donuts yet?" Millie called out.
"Yes…" Moxie grumbled as he approached the three (or five) "if you wanted a snack you should just take a break from feeling up Blitz…"
Millie swiped the box of donuts, "it's not for me, it's for the babies," Millie waved a donut in front of Blitz's face, "eat this– sweets make babies kick."
"The fuck am I? A fucking trick pony?" Blitz hissed then took a sniff and snatched the donut, "fine…"
"Should you guys be feeding all those sweets to him?" Moxie crossed his arms.
"Are you calling me fat?" Blitz cocked his head back.
"Shut the fuck up, fatty," Loona snapped at Moxie, nearly lunging for Moxie.
"Moxie! That's so rude!" Millie lectured getting up to settle Loona down as Blitz munched down a couple more donuts.
"Oh hey there they go, your trick worked, Mills" Blitz chuckles, looking down at his belly.
Loona and Millie gasp, racing back to feel the twins- but alas they were too late "oh fuck! We missed it!" Millie and Loona whined.
"Thanks, fatass!" Loona scolded Moxie.
"What– but I–" Moxie stammered.
"Damnit, Mox," Millie huffed, "they don't kick often…"
"Ah oh well," Blitz dusted the crumbs off his chest, "we can try again some other time– we should hit the road for the next contract…"
"Finally," Moxie sighed in relief, pulling out the case file, "we are already spread thin and behind on our caseload."
Loona and Millie got up, as Blitz slowly pulled himself off the couch, once again waving off any helping hand.
"Well if we weren't dragging your sorry ass around we would get more done," Blitz grumbled, "Loony how about you tag along this time?"
"Sure," Loona shrugged.
"Uh excuse me," Moxie protested, "But I'm not the dead weight around here, we have to stop numerous times for you because you still insist on coming along."
"Hey it's not my fault my bladder is being stomped on and I can't trust you to finish a job in a timely manner," Blitz put on his coat.
"Millie and I can finish jobs quicker without you," Moxie protested again.
"You took a whole ass week on that camper case," Blitz pointed out.
"That— that was special circumstances…" Moxie rubbed his arm.
Blitz rubbed the crystal and summoned the portal, the four of them stepped through, "uh huh… whatever you wanna tell yourself, Mox…"
The four were somewhere up in the mountains, "okay remind me which one this is? Is this the one with the sister fucker or the horse fucker?"
"Neither," Moxie said.
"Then why the fuck am I here?" Blitz snipped.
"This is the one where they wanted multiple targets, the grandma and the family reunion at the lake," Moxie explained.
"Oh is that the one where they are doing a triathlon or something?" Blitz asked.
"Yes," Moxie confirmed.
"Okay we should probably divide and conquer here, Millie and Loona, you go down to the lake and blend in and pick off each one discreetly, Moxie and I will take care of grandma…"
"Client says she's usually on her own, I can probably just go in-" Moxie was cut off.
"Uh no, gotta keep my eyes on your ass, c'mon let's go get this handled," Blitz huffed.
Loona shifted into her human disguise as Millie put on her beanie, "race you there Loona!"
"You're on, grandma!" Loon grins as the tow race off.
Blitz and Moxie get settled into bushes near a tree line within a good shot of the house. It was a decent distance from the family event down by the lake.
"Looks like she has company," Blitz said while snooping through binoculars, "by the looks of it they will be leaving soon so let's wait."
"Ah good, I can eat my lunch then," Moxie pulled out his lunch box from his duffel bag.
"Why did you bring a whole ass duffel bag?"
"Ah got an emergency kit, some snacks and—" Moxie moved things around, "hey where are the snacks— and my lunch—?" Moxie frowned "Blitz!?"
"What— I skipped breakfast!" Blitz shrunk down a little with a scowl.
"Oh come the fuck on!" Moxie whined.
"Relax! Grandma in there just baked a pie and is cooking some casserole" Blitz said, sniffing the air a little.
"Oooh what kind of pie?" Moxie perked up.
"I don't fucking know– I'm not a fucking blood hound!" Blitz snapped back.
"Sorry I just thought you knew since you smelt-"
"Doesn't matter anyway, I call dibs on the pie" Blitz cut him off.
"Oh come on! That's not fair! You stole my lunch!" Moxie complained.
"Hey you are supposed to label your meals" Blitz said, "to avoid mix ups like this!"
"It was in my lunch box!" Moxie cried.
Blitz was jotting down on a notepad, "lacks accountability."
"What are you doing?"
"Your performance report, surprise your quarterly review is today," Blitz tapped the clipboard with his pencil, "not so surprise: you're failing it."
Moxie grumbled, "well can I at least have the casserole?"
"... Maybe"
"Gee, thanks" Moxie frowned.
"Hey I'm looking out for you, Millie isn't gonna like a porker" Blitz said.
"Wow, how… considerate" Moxie noted sarcastically.
The stake out continued in a brief silence.
Blitz pulled out a bag of chips from his coat and began to quietly snack on them as he watched through the binoculars. Didn't take long to hear the crinkling bag and little crunches for Moxie to take notice.
"... Are those my kale chips?"
"...maybe"
"And you like them?" Moxie sounded almost surprised.
"Not really. But it's supposed to be healthy, right?"
"Yeah… they are …" Blitz admitted.
"Oh…" Moxie uttered, a brief moment of silence hung in the air, "Do you want me to get you some for the office?"
"...sure" Blitz shrugged.
Blitz then paused and pulled out another bag and handed it to Moxie, "Here"
"...Thanks"
The two demons waited for a bit before Blitz phone vibrates
"Ello," Blitz answered, still keeping his eyes on the house.
Stolas' soft voice hummed on the other line, "hello darling, just checking in to see how your day is going- are you working right now?"
"Yeah, just doing Moxie's performance review .."
"Oh? How is his progress this quarter?"
"Not too good".
"And you're taking breaks right? Not doing too much?"
"Yes, I'm sitting down as we speak"
"Ah good," Stolas hums, "well I'll let you get back to it then, I'll see you tonight, dear."
"Okay yeah I'll see you tonight, love you, bye."
"Love you too, my moon."
Blitz blushes a little as he ends the call and shoves his phone back into his jacket pocket.
"He doesn't know you're still doing missions… does he?"
"No one likes a snitch, Mox" Blitz snaps a little.
"Well, Sir," Moxie said "you should take it easier, you are getting closer to your third trimester and developm-"
"Christ Mox, I already have one baby daddy worried to death over these crotch goblins I don't need another one unless you're gonna blow me– are you gonna blow me, Mox?"
"Well– n– no…?"
"Then keep your comments to yourself, kay?" Blitz looked through his binoculars, "okay looks like company is leaving now…"
"Okay I can go in and get the target then," Moxie got up.
"Uh no we're doing this together," Blitz snipped.
"You're supposed to be reviewing my performance," said Moxie
"How the fuck am I supposed to do that out here?" Blitz clumsily gets up, "and plus– I need to be there if you fuck this up."
Sneaking to the backdoor of the house they approached a doggy door.
"Nice, easy access," Blitz dusted off his hands, "let's go."
"Wait– maybe I should go in— to make sure the coast is clear," Moxie suggested.
Blitz had his hands on his hips, "yeah– sure– not because your fat ass might not fit through the door and you need me to push you through?"
Moxie grumbled, sighing in defeat, "yeah," he groans, "that's why you are the boss." Moxie crawls in through the doggie door and takes a minute to check the room, poking his head back out, "okay the coast is clear!" he whispered.
Blitz put his gun in his holster and got down and began going through the doggy door before— well you guessed it– he got a bit snug in the door, stopping at his middle, "ah what the fuck."
Moxie bit his lip, trying to contain the laughter, "oh– oh this is rich," he pulled out his phone to snap a picture.
"Dammit Moxie, this is your fault!"
"My fault?"
"You're damn kale chips made my ass fat!"
"I'm pretty sure it was the three boxes of ho-ho's I had in the bag that did that–"
"See! You did this on purpose!"
Moxie look unamused and snapped the pic, "okay– you just back out of the door and I can just unl—"
Moxie was yanked out of nowhere, slamming his face down as he got pulled away into the dark hallway, "AHHHH!"
"Shit– Mox!" Blitz went to back out, his horns hitting the door, "oh motherfucker—" Blitz pulled himself through the doggy door, "gotta fucking suck it in," he grumbled as he squeezed through, finally making it in, he got up quickly (or as quickly as one pregnant imp could) and went into the home to look for Moxie.
"He's definitely not getting a raise," Blitz muttered to himself, as he checked each room, "fucking dipshit…"
Little nudges from inside stirred up just as a friendly reminder, Blitz rubbed the top of his stomach and whispered, "yeah– yeah– I fucking know– but you're stupid ass Uncle Mox just had to be squeak toy– don't worry I'll save his ass…"
Blitz then came across a door that appeared to have a light emitting, peaking through he could see it lead downstairs.
"Aww Waffles, you brought mama a possum! That's gonna be super yummy for the stew!" the old woman said.
Damn, stew sounds good about now— oh wait– yeah– Moxie.
Blitz opened the door wide enough, trying to avoid unnecessary squeaks from the hinges. The stairs were creaky and squeaky, each step felt like it could give his location away–
Midway down the stairs, Blitz stepped down on a step that cracked and gave way, sending him rolling down the steps, "ah motherfucker!" Blitz hissed, catching himself at the bottom, his chest beating– trying to recall if at any point he fell on the twins.
"What's that Waffles?" the woman shouted.
The dog began to growl and bark, "shit– no! Come here, Waffles!" Moxie shouted in a panic– enough to surprise the dog–
Blitz wasn't sure what Moxie was doing but he didn't waste time to take advantage of the distraction, he scampered off the floor and into the shadows behind boxes, trying to navigate the basement with boxes stacked high and oddly placed rooms.
"It's a fucking maze in here…" Blitz muttered as he snuck around, "where the fuck are you, Mox…" he said to himself.
Finally he found them, he couldn't see the woman yet but he saw Moxie trying to tease the dog with his tail, "c'mon you can get it!"
"What a weird little fucking critterling," the woman said from the corner of the room.
The dog got close enough where Moxie could reach through the bars and grab the dog by the jaw, snapping it clean open.
"MY WAFFLES!" the woman shrieked, Moxie snarled and was able to reach her now that she was closer with his tail, dragging her down to the ground, pulling out a knife he began to stab her right in the neck and face.
Blitz was about to step in to help– but by the looks of it Moxie— had it handled. Blitz relaxed a bit, observing how he would continue.
Moxie killed the target and the dog was laying dead on the floor, he was still in the cage but then began to call out, "SIR! SIR?! ARE YOU OKAY?!"
Blitz was about to answer— then paused–
He was curious how Mox would get himself out of the locked cage, would he be able to?
When Blitz didn't answer, Moxie looked a bit more panicked, but… determined.
Moxie observed the lock that had him in the crate.
Blitz looked closely, surely he could figure it out.
C'mon… just like the one when we broke out of prison…
Moxie bit his lip as he looked at the lock, and began to pick it.
Yeah– there you go– you got it.
Unlocking the crate, Moxie got out and began to call out again "BLITZ!? Where are you!?" as he began to run.
"Right here, Mox," Blitz called out.
Moxie quickly ran out of the room and over to the boxes, "oh crumbs! Are you okay!?"
"Yeah– I'm fine— just twisted my ankle," Blitz waved off.
"Well– I got the target, we can go," Moxie explained.
The oven timer went off, "Oh good, casserole is done…" Blitz smiles.
Moxie let out a sigh, as they made their way back upstairs.
"Pretty impressive work there, Mox," Blitz said as they walked into the kitchen, "you really took care of business."
"Yeah– yeah– I know– got my ass dragged by Rover down there," Moxie crossed his arms, embarrassed.
"No, I mean it," Blitz stopped and turned around, "you did… you did good– snapped the pups jaw open like a crab leg and gave the old lady new holes to breathe out of? And the lock picking? Seasoned professional…" It was pretty genuine.
Moxie wasn't sure how to accept that compliment, "oh… thanks…"
Blitz smiles, giving Moxie a pat on the shoulder, "okay let's get some pie to celebrate– I'll even split it with ya–"
Blitz turned around to see that the pie tin had fallen to the floor and was demolished– most likely by the dog downstairs that was now dead.
The two stood there, stunned in silence, Blitz's lip quivered a little, Moxie took notice.
"Oh– well– at least the casserole is still good!" Moxie said in a hopeful tone, going to open the oven to see the said casserole was now on fire and burning.
Moxie yelped as he threw it in the sink and began to water down the flames.
"Damn it—" Moxie sighed, looking at the soggy burnt mess the casserole was now, "well that's a bust…"
Moxie looked over his shoulder to see Blitz sniffling, "oh– hey now– you don't need to cry–"
"I'm not crying!" Blitz snapped, wiping his face of thenon-existenttears.
"You know what– I think I saw a 9/11 down the street– I can get you one of those slushies you like!" Moxie suggested in a light hearted tone.
Blitz sniffled, "r–really?"
"Yeah!" Moxie smiles, "and that lady had a wig on so maybe she's got some more in her room!"
After rummaging around the target's room for a proper disguise– unfortunately no high heel boots for Blitz to rock, but a simple cardigan and blond wig– fabulous of course– and sweet! The old hag had a loaded wallet.
With Millie and Loona still working on the grocery list of family members down at the lake, Moxie and Blitz snagged the old pick up truck and drove down the street to the gas station.
"I'm gonna grab some snacks for us," Moxie said as they entered.
"Sounds good– I'll get the slushies—" Blitz went over to the machine to find an "out of order" sign.
Moxie came over with some snacks, "is it not working?"
"Oh hey, machine is down," the cashier said, "didn't feel like cleaning it…"
Blitz's lips quivered, tears already threatening to break the dam.
"Aw– Man— I'm really sorry, Sir!" Moxie said, Blitz's tears released, "hey– it's okay! Do you want me to kill the cashier? Will that make you feel better?"
Blitz shook his head, tears still flooding.
"Okay– um– what about a milkshake— they have those?"
Blitz slowly nods, "what flavors?"
"All the flavors," Moxie smiles.
Crisis was avoided, the two walked out with a hefty bag of snacks as Blitz worked on his grande slam sized smoothie– however he was still crying while they got into the truck.
Moxie was about to start the truck, "sir– what's wrong? Is the smoothie not good?"
"You didn't even kill that guy…" Blitz mumbled with a sob.
"But— you- you said," Moxie let out a sigh as Blitz sobbed into his hands, "okay— hold on– I'll be right back."
After a single shot to the head of the poor cashier that decided he was too lazy to clean the slushie machine that day, the crisis was officially avoided.
Coming back through the portal to the office, Millie and Loona were still laughing about their part of the mission, "That guy nearly shit himself when you came popping out of the water!" Loona laughed.
"Ahh fucking piranana!" Millie mocked one of the targets, "fucking hilarious— oh and when you snatched that guy on the bike from the trees– and decorated it with his intestines— marvelous!"
"Wow, sounds like you two had your own little triathlon," Blitz chuckles, "good work everyone!"
Blitz sat down and kicked up his injured ankle, as Moxie came over with an ice pack.
"Oh– dang, B, did you get hurt?" Millie came over and leaned over the sofa.
"Eh nothing serious—" Blitz eyes widen and he smiles, "hey– they're kicking!"
Millie gasps and places her hand on his stomach, "holy shit! Strong little- yung-uns— Loona! Hurry!"
Loona came flying across the room, landing on the sofa, her eyes glowing up as she felt the little kicks, "awww!"
"Mox– you gotta feel this!" Millie grinned, waving Moxie over.
Moxie looked to Blitz, as to ask for permission, Blitz smiles, "yeah, Uncle Mox."
Moxie smiles and decides to join the very awkward team building session, "oh wow– do you think they have hooves or talons?"
"Don't ruin the moment with your foot fetish shit, Mox," Blitz flatly said.
"Th-that's not what I–" Moxie stammered.
Blitz chuckles, "I'm just fucking with you, Mox!"
Later that evening, Blitz was being treated to a minor lecture while Stolas mended Blitz's ankle, "well– I sure hope it was worth it…"
Blitz was writing something down on the clipboard, "look– I already told you– I had to make sure he was ready…"
"Darling," Stolas came over and got into bed next to Blitz, "from what you told me, Moxie is a very capable assassin…"
"Sometimes— but what about when it's just him and no one is coming to help him," Blitz worried, "soon enough the team is gonna have to do jobs on their own and I won't be there to help them…"
"Oh darling," Stolas cupped Blitz's cheek, "you care for them so much…"
"I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something were to happen because my lazy ass was at home— shit– what if he wasn't able to figure it out today? He would have been mangled or worse– and all because my fatass couldn't fit through the damn doggy door!"
Stolas sighed, "you're not a fatass darling– sure your ass is rather… plump…" Stolas chuckles, then guides his hand over to Blitz's bump, "but you are just taking such good care of our little ones– so good they are growing– and with that unfortunately comes with some limitations…"
"How the Hell am I supposed to do this, Stols?" Blitz's lip quivered.
"Oh darling," Stolas hushed, "I'm sure they can handle themselves when you go on leave, they are doing so well to meet your expectations–"
"No– I mean how the Hell am I supposed to just sit on my ass?" Blitz blubbered, "I kill– that's what I'm good at– I'm so fucking good at it I made it into a business– how they fuck am I suppose to sit back and give life instead— look at me– I'm a fucking mess– and this isn't the half of it– I'm gonna get fatter– Doc said I have tits to look forward to— tits Stolas!" Blitz went on, "I don't even feel like me anymore! I look in the mirror and see this bloated ass– bloated everything and just wonder 'where the fuck did Blitz's go'— I– I—" he sobs.
Stolas gently took Blitz's hands, gently holding them over Stola's face as he hushed, "darling– darling, you're right here…"
Stolas got closer and put his beak against Blitz's face, "Blitz is right here, in front of me, being so brave… and caring… as far as I'm concerned you are still you."
Blitz's breath hitches as he chokes on his tears, Stolas smiles warmly as he moves his hands down to Blitz's flat chest– while yes, still very flat– were starting to get sensitive– no doubt preparing for the coming weeks when they start to fatten up and produce milk for the impeding implings.
"Even with every curve yet to emerge," Stolas then moves his hand down to his bare middle, moving over the considerably large swell, "or ones already here… you are still Blitz, doing everything despite your condition."
"I'm always fucking horny and can barely get my dick up because my stupid pussy doing weird shit," Blitz complained.
"Well it's taking a back seat to let your beautiful pussy shine for a bit, darling," Stolas chuckles, kissing his lips, "and she's putting on quite a show, might I add."
Blitz smirked a little and shook his head, "my dick had been performing very well for the last 35 years okay?"
"Well sounds like it needs a break," Stolas coos, "how about I try some of those tricks like you do on me?"
Blitz eyes soften, considering the offer, "okay…" he sighs, "but you're letting me put your strap on afterwards so I can give you a proper pounding– with this damn belly I may not be able to give you back shots soon."
Stolas hoots, "I'll go get it so it's ready for us!"
Stolas got up, Blitz smiled as he settled into the sheets, maybe things weren't as bad as they could be.