Of course Darling. Let me know as soon as you do. I can prepare rooms for you two.
[Oh holy shit, Blitzø was kinda sorta maybe moving in~ Temporarily. But! He was coming to stay for X amount of time! It was like something out of his wildest dreams and he could help but to tear up a bit. The imp's gentle pets felt nice over his smooth belly feathers and he was about to put his hand over his when it suddenly hit him. Shit.]
Oh no... I haven't told Via yet. You were the first one I told. How do I tell her??
[Stolas tries to take a deep calming breath. He was desperately trying not to think all... 'Via, your father got knocked up by Blitz from one of their crazy kinky sex nights cause he tried out a new spell he found in a book from Lust. And surprise! You're going to be a big sister!' No... no... Simple was the way to go.]
You're right, I should just be straight with her. Hopefully Via will be over the moon by the news.
[He gave Blitzø a smile.]
I couldn't think of better big sisters to our child than our daughters. First thing first is getting things ready for me to lay. Then we can focus on getting the other preparations finished before the big Hatching Day.
[It made his heart flutter with girlish excitement seeing hoe excited Blitzø was about the baby. He could have sworn that he felt the growing egg twitch at the teasing pokes. Stolas had a good feeling about this egg... but he tried not to let his hopes get too high just yet.]
You know Blitz, I know it's a bit early but there's no harm in thinking up of potential baby names~ Of they aren't used now, it's not like they spoil.
[Oh.... oh no. Stolas feels like a mistake was made. But he didn't want to crush his spirits and he genuinely wanted to be involved in every step of the way.... He needs a little guided help...]
Let's put a pin in that, Darling. But I was picturing names that didn't elude to felonies.
[While some of those weren't horrible they still weren't... ideal. Oh what to do?]
How about we sleep on it? Selecting a name shouldn't be taken lightly. You changed your name cause it didn't suit you, right? I want the best for our child as I'm sure you do. So, let's both make lists and go over them together. We both have veto power over the other if we're not satisfied with one. I want us to both agree. Sound fair?
I would looooove if the kiddo had a name that matched my Loonie Toonie too. I am gonna have so many ideas.
[Kids...... kids.....!!!]
Oh, fuck, yeah I gotta ask Loonie if she wants to take care of the apartment for a while and I gotta ask her what she thinks. And I gotta pack some shit.
That sounds lovely. We have plenty of time to brainstorm about the perfect name.
[Stolas could help to let his excitement show a little on his face.]
I'll be here when you're ready. In the meantime... I need to break the news to Via as well... [Stolas leans over to plant a kiss on his forehead] See you soon?
[He's admittedly a little nervous that Loona might feel like she's going to be replaced... he wants to talk to her to make sure she knows he's always thinking of having her as part of this family and can't imagine it without her.
Fingers crossed it goes well.]
Just. Holy shit. I'm gonna lose my shit and tell everyone.
[The next week blew past so fast! And true to his word, Blitzø was there every step of the way. When he wasn't called out to work for a job, the imp made his presence felt filling the empty halls of the palace. It never felt more lively when Stella was still there with her parties.... With each passing day, the bump in his belly grow and so did Blitzø's affections. How Stolas loved their quiet evenings as they were settling into bed with him reading a book while Blitzø's face pressed up against the baby bump whispering to it softly until sleep over took them.
It had been two full weeks after Stolas broke the news to Blitzø and he was in the nursery making some final touches when there came a sharp pain in his gut. The pain slowly faded away and he tried to shake it off. He had been having them more and more recently but this time it felt different. And sure enough the pain stabbed at him again. Oh no, this was not a drill!
Summoning his phone to his hands he quickly sent a text to Blitzø.]
[Getting out of that sticky situation just takes a minute, he can't just portal into the palace with gunfire going everywhere!!
Cutting it close, about fifteen minutes later, there's the sound of a voice and racing steps down the hall.]
I'm here I'm here I'mhereI'mhereI'mhereI'mhereI'm here!!
[He practically kicks the door in, stumbling into the room - he'd gotten a portal into the bedroom and had to find the birthing room in one of the huge ass halls but HE MADE IT. Disregard any tears in his coat from nearly getting shot.]
[Blitzø was greeted by a ramish-sheep demon at the door since the other parent-to-be was a little preoccupied. He could hear him before he saw him, the room echoing with a long painful squawk.]
You're doing good sire. Breathe.
[Legs strung up, the goetia was laying in a smaller white sheet bed with a succubus between his thighs giving him little words of encouragement. Stolas still had a death grip on the mental hand rails even after the contraction passed, his feathers all messy with sweat. One poor butter imp was trying their best to dab it away with silent panic in their eyes as they kept darting down to the sheet covering the owls waist and knees. Who said laying an egg was easy? Stolas looked completely drained, painting and hooting softly, eyes clutched tight.]
[Running in, Blitzø found his spot next to Stolas, trying to smile in encouragement. He's really, really glad he said he wanted in on this because this looks like hell already.]
Hey, feather butt, got a nice pristine imp hand just ready for you to break all the fingers on for emotional support.
[He doesn't touch Stolas yet, he doesn't know if that was welcome at all.]
[It dawned on the exhausted bird that Blitzø had arrived when he came strolling up to his bedside. Stolas rolled his head over to fave him, giving him a happy yet tired smile.]
You made it...
[Stolas peeled his tense hand from the bar he was desperately trying to strangle and held it out for Blitzø to take.]
I'll be glad when this is all over. It feels like I'm trying to pass a bowling ball out of my cloacaaaaawww!!
[The contractions started anew, squeezing out a crow from the over grown bird. While Stolas might not be known for his physical strength, Blitzø still might be regretting his decision to hold the owl's hand as he clenched down on the imp's claws trying to make good on the hand breaking. The labor pains were getting stronger and closer together. Surely he was close, right? He didn't know how much more he had in the tank.]
Good, good, that was a great push. I can see the egg coming. You're almost there, sire.
[Stolas' body unclenched as the pain washed away, and he flopped back again, breathless.]
Oh Satan... How much more? I want my old body back.
[YEEEEOOWCH-- Blitzø came in knowing he might get some fingers broken, so he was ready for it, but still OOF. He reached with his free hand to pet at Stolas' head in what he hoped was encouraging.]
Bowling ball probably isn't far off. You're so fucking cool for this, Stolas. Parents like you are so fucking tough.
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[It's all hitting him all over again...!! ...He will just. In awe. Pet at Stolas' tiny little baby bump.]
Fuck, Loona is gonna be a big sister. Oh man. Oh fuck. I uh. Let me tell her and I'll ask what she thinks??
I. If I'm gonna be around to help out I should be in here, right?
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[Oh holy shit, Blitzø was kinda sorta maybe moving in~ Temporarily. But! He was coming to stay for X amount of time! It was like something out of his wildest dreams and he could help but to tear up a bit. The imp's gentle pets felt nice over his smooth belly feathers and he was about to put his hand over his when it suddenly hit him. Shit.]
Oh no... I haven't told Via yet. You were the first one I told. How do I tell her??
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[SNIFF...]
She's gonna be the BEST big sister. --Tied with Octavia, obviously.
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You're right, I should just be straight with her. Hopefully Via will be over the moon by the news.
[He gave Blitzø a smile.]
I couldn't think of better big sisters to our child than our daughters. First thing first is getting things ready for me to lay. Then we can focus on getting the other preparations finished before the big Hatching Day.
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[Blitzø is poking at the bump, playfully, talking to it...]
And if you're just an empty egg that's fine. We'll make ya happen.
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You know Blitz, I know it's a bit early but there's no harm in thinking up of potential baby names~ Of they aren't used now, it's not like they spoil.
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Let's put a pin in that, Darling. But I was picturing names that didn't elude to felonies.
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[He gives Stolas a few playful pokes in the arms.]
How about Dijon? Riot? Denim?
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How about we sleep on it? Selecting a name shouldn't be taken lightly. You changed your name cause it didn't suit you, right? I want the best for our child as I'm sure you do. So, let's both make lists and go over them together. We both have veto power over the other if we're not satisfied with one. I want us to both agree. Sound fair?
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If I can't spell our kid's name then that's an automatic veto.
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I was the one that chose Octavia and it's a perfectly fine name.
[Coughs.]
But don't worry about the spelling. I can help with that if need be. Come with your ideas, alright?
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[Kids...... kids.....!!!]
Oh, fuck, yeah I gotta ask Loonie if she wants to take care of the apartment for a while and I gotta ask her what she thinks. And I gotta pack some shit.
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[Stolas could help to let his excitement show a little on his face.]
I'll be here when you're ready. In the meantime... I need to break the news to Via as well... [Stolas leans over to plant a kiss on his forehead] See you soon?
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[He's admittedly a little nervous that Loona might feel like she's going to be replaced... he wants to talk to her to make sure she knows he's always thinking of having her as part of this family and can't imagine it without her.
Fingers crossed it goes well.]
Just. Holy shit. I'm gonna lose my shit and tell everyone.
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It had been two full weeks after Stolas broke the news to Blitzø and he was in the nursery making some final touches when there came a sharp pain in his gut. The pain slowly faded away and he tried to shake it off. He had been having them more and more recently but this time it felt different. And sure enough the pain stabbed at him again. Oh no, this was not a drill!
Summoning his phone to his hands he quickly sent a text to Blitzø.]
ITS HAPPENING 🥚
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He and Moxxie and Millie were in the middle of a shootout with the motherfucking target.]
OTW
Shit shit shit, Moxx, the egg's coming, fuck, why didn't I bring my grenades??
[Moxxie does not do better with that level of anxiety being shoveled onto him, but Millie definitely squeals.]
hurrying
how long?
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Not to rush you Darling but my midwife says it won't be long. Maybe 30 minutes?
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Cutting it close, about fifteen minutes later, there's the sound of a voice and racing steps down the hall.]
I'm here I'm here I'mhereI'mhereI'mhereI'mhereI'm here!!
[He practically kicks the door in, stumbling into the room - he'd gotten a portal into the bedroom and had to find the birthing room in one of the huge ass halls but HE MADE IT. Disregard any tears in his coat from nearly getting shot.]
Fuh, fuck! I didn't miss it, right?
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[Blitzø was greeted by a ramish-sheep demon at the door since the other parent-to-be was a little preoccupied. He could hear him before he saw him, the room echoing with a long painful squawk.]
You're doing good sire. Breathe.
[Legs strung up, the goetia was laying in a smaller white sheet bed with a succubus between his thighs giving him little words of encouragement. Stolas still had a death grip on the mental hand rails even after the contraction passed, his feathers all messy with sweat. One poor butter imp was trying their best to dab it away with silent panic in their eyes as they kept darting down to the sheet covering the owls waist and knees. Who said laying an egg was easy? Stolas looked completely drained, painting and hooting softly, eyes clutched tight.]
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Hey, feather butt, got a nice pristine imp hand just ready for you to break all the fingers on for emotional support.
[He doesn't touch Stolas yet, he doesn't know if that was welcome at all.]
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You made it...
[Stolas peeled his tense hand from the bar he was desperately trying to strangle and held it out for Blitzø to take.]
... How was work? Everything alright?
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[He'll take that hand, giving it a squeeze!]
I heard you're already kicking ass here too.
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[The contractions started anew, squeezing out a crow from the over grown bird. While Stolas might not be known for his physical strength, Blitzø still might be regretting his decision to hold the owl's hand as he clenched down on the imp's claws trying to make good on the hand breaking. The labor pains were getting stronger and closer together. Surely he was close, right? He didn't know how much more he had in the tank.]
Good, good, that was a great push. I can see the egg coming. You're almost there, sire.
[Stolas' body unclenched as the pain washed away, and he flopped back again, breathless.]
Oh Satan... How much more? I want my old body back.
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Bowling ball probably isn't far off. You're so fucking cool for this, Stolas. Parents like you are so fucking tough.
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