Chapter 4: Day 4Notes:
I'm gonna be real, I was drawing a big blank in this day and started to scroll through the merch archive and decided on making the focus on Blitz Titties, thanks Kay, it's your fault /pos
Day 5 and 4 are swapped around a little, Shopping Spree is first, then merch inspired– so– enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter formore notes.)
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"He's having trouble regulating his body temperature," Millie explained.
Blitz was in an endless cycle of chugging ice, to pulling on a parka.
"Fuuuuck," Blitz groaned, slamming his head into the desk.
On top of that, he was missing Stolas like crazy.
Divorce proceedings and Stolas' work had made it harder to meet with Blitz without putting him and the twins at risk. Leaving Blitz to be even more needy and lonely.
Blitz laid his head on the desk, putting on a heater near his legs and having a fan blowing into his face.
"Maybe you should go home and get some rest, Sir?" Moxie suggested, "or— maybe a doctor can help?"
Blitz let out little whimpers getting up to once again go to the bathroom for the fifth time that hour. Third trimester hadn't been kind to the poor imp. He started to develop his breast, while not too bad as he thought it was going to be, still had a bit of cushion and nipples to poke out from his tank top.
"If everyone is in my office when I get back I'm committing genocide!" Blitz snarled as he waddled to the bathroom.
"Maybe we head out for that next mission, Mox…" Millie chuckles.
"I'm gonna go grab some lunch— maybe that'll put him in a good mood," Loona whispered.
In order to keep his breast as small as possible, Blitz was constantly pumping milk, he would spend most of the day with the two pumps every two hours.
"Sir– can you do that somewhere else— some of us are trying to eat!" Moxie complained while pouring some milk for his coffee.
"Stop sexualizing my tits, Mox!" Blitz snapped.
Moxie rolled his eyes and drank his coffee, his face turned up looking at the carton, "this doesn't taste like my goat milk…"
"Probably because it's my titty milk," Blitz added nonchalantly, "sorry– forgot to tell you, ran out of containers."
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"This is bullshit," Blitz grumbled, standing in the middle of a store, Millie was digging around on the rack.
"Blitz," Millie sighed, "you could help a little so we can get this over with…"
Blitz huffed and started to dig on the rack, "I'm not wearing a bra."
"You're knockers are out all the time," Millie said, "plus these are lined so it will be comfortable for you."
"If I just keep pumping it will be fine," Blitz said, flicking the bras on the rack.
"You have a whole month's supply at the break room fridge, and I don't want Moxie to have another episode."
"I said I was sorry, I was going to put a label on it but I had to go pee– then I got distracted," Blitz explained.
"Ah here are a few, solid black, soft, and stretchable cups," Millie held a pair up.
"Those look like old ladies wearing those," Blitz crossed his arms, "where is the sexy stuff?"
"Sexy stuff?"
"Yeah," Blitz cocked his head, "if I have to wear bras I wanna feel sexy wearing them– maybe I can find some for when I see Stols again."
Blitz became a little more receptive to shopping after getting a few boring bras, he found some sexy lingerie able to fit his body.
"Ooh how about this swimsuit?" Millie pointed out a rack.
"Hmm maybe for after I slim down, not taking this gut out to Envy…" Blitz looked at the rack and found something he liked.
"Okay, as promised we can go get something to eat now," Millie said as they left the store, she then gasped and looked over seeing another store, "oooh Blitz look! Isn't that cute!?"
Blitz looks over to the store window to see some onesies for infants, some with little animals, and some with little horses.
"Isn't that adorable?" Millie grins, "you wanna go take a look in there? Get some stuff for the twins?"
Blitz froze a little staring at the infant store, a topic that was a little sore for him.
Time with Stolas had been severely limited in the last couple months, mainly to not bring attention to their unborn children. Stolas is lucky if he can see him a few times before they are born.
Blitz and Stolas were hoping the divorce would have been over by now, Stolas had certainly tried his best to move negotiations– even try to give more and more– but Stella and Andre always wanted more of him— even threatening full custody of Octavia.
They were kept from so many moments together these past months– including shopping for the twins– yeah sure, they wouldn't be able to shop in public– but looking through catalogues together— they could have at least had some normalcy with it.
He was already 34 weeks along and didn't have anything for the twins except an empty room in the new apartment that Stolas put the money out for, in promises that maybe they could have a place that they could call their own without the royal sigils attached.
As each week passed from getting the new apartment, he couldn't help feel Stolas was setting him up for a life to raise their children alone.
It was a shitty feeling— feeling like their children were a dirty little secret– and they wouldn't actually get to know their father– just an image of a rich man that sends them gifts and talks over the phone.
Fuck it all– that's exactly what it was— Stolas was setting him up to do this on his own— a pity prize of 'Hey sorry can't be there– but here's money' fuck it all– he didn't want any of that shit– he wantedhim.
"B— you okay?" Millie shook his shoulder a little.
"Oh— what–?" Bliz snapped out of his thoughts.
"You wanna go in? Shop a little?" Millie asked again.
Blitz hesitated a bit, before one of the twins nudged a little, rubbing the side of his stomach, "uh…. Yeah sure…"
Blitz follows her into the store, still in his thoughts he doesn't really pay attention to anything.
He nods a few times to some stuff that seemed okay. He wasn't really sure what he needed– mostly banking on the fact Millie knew more than he did. She grabbed a few things that seemed important.
"Oooh a swaddle," Millie smiles, "we can get one for Stolas too…"
"Just one is fine," Blitz said, his voice echoing in his head.
Millie looks over, "oh– okay… heh maybe we should get Loona some noise canceling headphones, implings can be squealers," Millie chuckles.
Another thing to think about. Loona would be stuck helping out more. He kept telling her that this whole baby thing is on him— despite her promises to be there to help.
She's such a damn good kid.
Millie gathered a good basket worth of items, "...I think that's good… can we go?" Blitz asked.
"Oh— yeah– of course, B– sorry you and the little ones are probably hungry," Millie smiles.
Blitz gets into the van, still deep in thought as Millie gets into the driver's seat, "okay where do you feel like eating out at?"
"...Can you just bring me home?" Blitz asked, still looking out the window.
"B… you okay?" Her eyes softened, "did— did I say something?"
"No…" Blitz looked over to Millie, "I'm just tired— maybe we can just pick something quick on the way back…"
Millie rubs his knees, "okay, B, let's get you something to eat and you can go home and rest."
After the ride back to Pride, and something to hopefully be sufficient enough to eat, Blitz moped back into his room and slumped on the bed.
The new place was pretty big, Blitz had his own room and very own bathroom, same for Loona. There was a room that was also attached to Blitz's that would become the nursery.
Barely anything had been done with it so far, mostly everything was in boxes and some stuff was sat aside from others for the twins.
Blitz couldn't stand the thought of looking in there, everything that needed to be done for them. He left it, hoping he could see Stolas try to figure out the fancy furniture he bought.
Well— not fancy– just— new.
"B," Millie softly spoke, her hand resting on his shoulder, "talk to me… please?"
Blitz felt the wind deflate from his chest, "I miss him…"
"Oh, B," Millie sighed, getting on the bed more, "you have been holding that in have ya?"
"I– I can't do this on my own," Blitz sniffles, tears now flooding down his face as he's curled up in bed, "if-if I knew all this shit— would be tied to it— I woulda–"
"You're not gonna be alone, B," Millie cooed, "you're closer to us now, and Loona will be here- Heck even Fizz is ready to help out… you got us here for you, day or night…"
"I can't be a parent by myself," Blitz sighed, rubbing his eyes, "what if I'm messing it up– what if it's not how Stolas would do it? He's done this before— not you– not Moxie– not Loony- not Fizz– we are all gonna be sitting there with not a single fucking clue."
"Well, Mox has been reading books," Millie shrugged, "but this time away– with you and Stolas– it's just temporary– just until the divorce and he can come see you without having to worry about those old birds."
Bliz buried his face into the pillow, "I don't think that's happening… that bitch keeps finding new things to ask for– hoping to milk him dry– and not in a fun way." Blitz whimpered a bit more, "I fucking hate that bitch!"
"Aww," Millie sighed, petting Blitz's horns, "you want me to kill the bitch?"
Blitz pouts, "no… I told Stols I would and he said it would make Octavia really upset… so we can't do that…"
"Eh— I'm sure she'll get over it," Millie shrugs.
"Not if she loves her," Blitz pulled the blanket up over himself, "he hasn't even told her yet…"
"Told who about what?" Millie raised a brow.
"Octavia," Blitz said, "he hasn't even told her about the twins… it's like… he's saving the trouble– that's how I know… how I know for sure."
"Know what for sure?"
"He doesn't plan on being here for them," Blitz poked his head back out, "I mean— he got this whole ass apartment– and he told me to pick out a bed that I liked."
"Well you are sleeping in it, he wants you to be comfortable," Millie said.
"It's not our room– it's my room– and that means that no matter how much he wants it to be our own place– it never will be– because he'll never be here…" Blitz trembles a bit, before burying his head back into the pillow.
"Oh, B…" Millie sighed, petting his back, "have you told him how you feel about this?"
"No," Blitz shook his head, "I know he can't control it– but if I tell him what I want— he's gonna feel like I'm blaming him—- and maybe I am." Blitz sat up, "I mean shit— really— like– what about putting your foot down– or making me think we could have this life together– is he a liar– insane– living in some fucking fantasy– or one of those soap operas?!"
Bliz snarled as anger overflowed, his chest rising as he breathed harder, "it's bullshit!"
Before reducing him to tears, utter messy tears.
Millie hugged him as he sobbed. Coming undone.
Eventually he became exhausted from the crying and finally went to sleep.
Millie quietly got out of his bed and came out of his room, where Loona and Moxie were quietly sitting at the kitchen table, they had come back from a mission a few hours ago themselves.
"Bit of a rough day, he's resting now," Millie said quietly, coming over to Moxie to give him a kiss.
"Thanks," Loona nods, "for everything."
Millie smiles weakly, "goodnight, Loona… see you tomorrow…"