[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.
[There was a twinkle in the owl’s tired eyes, sparking a brief burst of a second wind under his wings. Which couldn't have come at a better time. For the last time, the goetia was rocked by nerve buzzing pain as the life inside him wanted to erupt out. Plop. With one might push the egg was freed, feeling as if a large cork finally popped off a champagne bottle. Stolas’ legs quivered, completely worn-out from this nearly 30 minute procedure. Exhausted, he collapsed into the pillows, loosely still holding onto Blitzø’s hand.
The succubus whisked the egg away for a moment, cleaning it off and doing some routine measurements before popping up with precious cargo swaddled with great care.]
Congratulations. It a healthy 6 pounds and 7 ounces. Would you like to hold it?
[While the succubus carried off their egg, Blitzø was overcome with awe, stuck in the motions of holding Stolas' hand and petting him for reassurance. And when that egg was brought over to them...]
Holy shit. Yes, yes, that's so big, holy fuck.
[NO WONDER IT WAS ROUGH. He carefully wrapped his arms around the bundled egg, coiling his tail under to make triply sure it wouldn't fall. There might be a baby in here, holy fuck, he hoped so after Stolas had to do all that.]
You were fucking incredible, Stolas. Look at this!
[Stolas chuckled softly to himself, knowing full well that he looked like sweat wet garbage, but her appreciated the gesture. The medical staff quietly went about their business, cleaning up and tending to the prince's aftercare from delivery, making sure everything was on the up and up, not paying the two of them much mind. Stolas was paying for their privacy after all. Turning his head to watch Blitzø holding their little miracle made this whole ordeal worth it.]
I can't believe that was just inside me. It quite a bit bigger than Via's egg and Stella had her. [Stolas muses.] You're in safe hands little one. I hope you don't keep us waiting for too long.
[You didn't need to tell him twice. As soon as Blitzø leaned in Stolas just scooped up the imp, pulling him straight into the covers woth him and th egg to get a proper cuddle going on. Hot and drenched in sweat, he rested his cheek on Blitzø’s horns.]
The earliest would be 5 days from now if we keep it nice and warm. However by day 8 of incubation, if there is something inside we will without a doubt notice a change. [Stolas snorts a bit.] If we end up having to do this again, I'm only going to change my lower half. I don't want to be stuck like this again for weeks on end.
Hm... You have a fair point, Blitz. I think giving my cloaca a rest would be a wonderful idea. Besides... I have always wondered what having a penis would be like.
[Stolas teases Blitzø, giving him a small nudge.]
Are you sure you could handle something like this? The egg is almost as big as your torso. I dare say you might split in two.
[There was more quiet hoots before silence fell upon them. Slowly the smile faded on the bird's face, placing a hand over the imp's that rested on their egg.]
.... Blitz..... I really want you to seriously consider moving in. Not just for a week or a month or until the egg hatches... A more... permanent situation. We've... started a family. Shouldn't we live like one? [A pause.] You don't need to reply right away. Please, give it some thought.
[He laughed at that, nudging back a little, very ginger and gentle with Stolas for once.]
Who says it's definitely gonna be an egg comin' outta me, if I get an imp uterus it's probably gonna be a wiggly thing. Then it'll be extra funny and gross coming out.
[He does swallow a bit at the serious question, though. After a bit of silence and dodging Stolas' gaze...]
I-- I was. I probably was gonna. Just, didn't say it yet.
[He always has such a hard time being honest, but if you can pin him in person, he will either give up the truth or be defensive and nasty - but here, cuddling his new baby (egg), with Stolas... well, he couldn't even muster the nastiness even if he wanted.]
[Oh, another brilliant point made by Blitzø. Thought that sounded way more work than his bird biology. Blitzø would have to carry their child to full term and deliveries could take hours. He... definitely had the short stick on that deal. But plus side... if Blitzø got pregnant that meant with hundred percent certainty that they were having a baby. Unlike Stolas right now having to wait a few days to candle. Either w-
What did Blitzø say? The owl's eyes fluttered sitting up slightly to look at the imp properly.]
Are you serious? You will? [It might have been the hormones he was still experiencing and the rush of the labor, but tears just started to pour from his eyes.] Just when I thought today couldn't get more perfect. [Without think he leans down to kiss Blitzø softly.] I love you so much, Darling.
[He'll get that kiss! Blitzø couldn't deny him anything, right now, his heart is complete mush. Nuzzling his head against his bird and purring, he curled his tail around Stolas and the egg affectionately.]
...We're gonna be a family. I promise I ain't gonna be a piece of shit deadbeat, our kids deserve better than that.
[Stolas chuckles, snuggling the imp close. He know that they should put their egg in the incubator to keep it safe and warm but.... just give him a few more minutes to enjoy this moment.]
We just had an egg and you're already planning on more?
[The owl teased, closing his eyes. Squeezing out their little nugget of joy really took a lot out of him. When he wasn't dead ass tired, he would summon the strength to change himself back. Right now he didn't want to move.]
... Let me stay like this a little longer. After, we can put our little gift in the nursery to let it grow.
[Today was the big day. The past week seemed to just crawl by at a snail's pace. To keep himself busy and not to be religiously checking up on their egg, Stolas dove into writing possible names for their child. Which... by now... he had filled an entire notebook of.
When he grew tired of writing, he resorted to cleaning and organizing his massive library. Oh~ What's a good bed time story to start with? And of course after reading this one they had to read that one next. Satan help this child cause Stolas was plotting out the next few years of book reading. Someone stop him, he was pacing around the palace looking so restless.
Just outside the nursery, Stolas nervously bounced on his talons, waiting for Blitzø to arrive. He promised he would wait for him, that they would do this together. What was keeping him? Did the job go south? Did he need to go fetch him? Breathe, Stolas, breathe.]
[For once, he wasn't late from work!! He arrived, and that explained it all - he was carrying a mountain of shit. Tons of blankets with little horsies on them, a massive horse plush as big as a toddler, a teeny little horse plush that was even softer and floppier for a baby, a bag of something that smelled like fast food and a card reading "good luck!!!" from Moxxie and Millie.]
Heya bitch. Gotcha lunch.
[He passed the fast food bag to Stolas, beaming and relaxed.]
[Excuse Stolas as he blinked at the mound of horse shit Blitzø was carrying. Was there even an imp under all that or was it just a talking pile of blankets and plush? Well... looks like someone went shopping. This is why Blitzø shouldn't go unsupervised. But hey... it was cut seeing him be excited?
Taking the bag of food from Blitzø, Stolas gave him a questioning look.]
Do you need help carrying anything, Darling? You ah... got a lot.
[Though they could still try again anyways~ Making their little miracle was so much fun the first time. Turning to walk inside the nursery, it was beautiful decorated in swathes of deep purples and blues with tinkling stings of light lining the walls. It's ceiling was enchanted with shifting stars, making out the night sky. Clearly the work of Stolas...
Sitting in the center of the room was a something that resembled a crib, though it had a lid and dials on the side. Nestled in the soft padded sheets was their egg.
Slowly the owl approached the incubator, carefully opening it up to scoop the egg into his arms. Then he turned to place it gently on a pillow perched on a pedestal.]
[As soon as his hands are free, he raised his right to create a ball of glowing light. Here goes nothing... bringing his hand down to place his palm against the shell, it was warm to the touch. The inside of the egg light up with a dim orange hue, and for a moment the owl's heart sank. He had to remind himself that the shadows he was searching for would be small at this stage and the egg was huge. Methodically the goetia dragged his hand across the egg's surface, searching for signs of life. Nearing the backside, a dark patch blacken out the light and Stolas exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding.]
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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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[There was a twinkle in the owl’s tired eyes, sparking a brief burst of a second wind under his wings. Which couldn't have come at a better time. For the last time, the goetia was rocked by nerve buzzing pain as the life inside him wanted to erupt out. Plop. With one might push the egg was freed, feeling as if a large cork finally popped off a champagne bottle. Stolas’ legs quivered, completely worn-out from this nearly 30 minute procedure. Exhausted, he collapsed into the pillows, loosely still holding onto Blitzø’s hand.
The succubus whisked the egg away for a moment, cleaning it off and doing some routine measurements before popping up with precious cargo swaddled with great care.]
Congratulations. It a healthy 6 pounds and 7 ounces. Would you like to hold it?
[The midwife looking Blitzø’s way.]
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Holy shit. Yes, yes, that's so big, holy fuck.
[NO WONDER IT WAS ROUGH. He carefully wrapped his arms around the bundled egg, coiling his tail under to make triply sure it wouldn't fall. There might be a baby in here, holy fuck, he hoped so after Stolas had to do all that.]
You were fucking incredible, Stolas. Look at this!
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I can't believe that was just inside me. It quite a bit bigger than Via's egg and Stella had her. [Stolas muses.] You're in safe hands little one. I hope you don't keep us waiting for too long.
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[Blitzø laughs a little breathlessly, smooching the eggshell and leaning over the bed so Stolas could cuddle with it too.]
When do we know if there's a kiddo in there?
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The earliest would be 5 days from now if we keep it nice and warm. However by day 8 of incubation, if there is something inside we will without a doubt notice a change. [Stolas snorts a bit.] If we end up having to do this again, I'm only going to change my lower half. I don't want to be stuck like this again for weeks on end.
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Turnabout's fair play, we could take turns trying cause that's more fair. I'm a tough enough bitch I think.
But lookin' at how big this fucker is, I know we got it. This little squirt's gonna be the best.
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[Stolas teases Blitzø, giving him a small nudge.]
Are you sure you could handle something like this? The egg is almost as big as your torso. I dare say you might split in two.
[There was more quiet hoots before silence fell upon them. Slowly the smile faded on the bird's face, placing a hand over the imp's that rested on their egg.]
.... Blitz..... I really want you to seriously consider moving in. Not just for a week or a month or until the egg hatches... A more... permanent situation. We've... started a family. Shouldn't we live like one? [A pause.] You don't need to reply right away. Please, give it some thought.
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Who says it's definitely gonna be an egg comin' outta me, if I get an imp uterus it's probably gonna be a wiggly thing. Then it'll be extra funny and gross coming out.
[He does swallow a bit at the serious question, though. After a bit of silence and dodging Stolas' gaze...]
I-- I was. I probably was gonna. Just, didn't say it yet.
[He always has such a hard time being honest, but if you can pin him in person, he will either give up the truth or be defensive and nasty - but here, cuddling his new baby (egg), with Stolas... well, he couldn't even muster the nastiness even if he wanted.]
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What did Blitzø say? The owl's eyes fluttered sitting up slightly to look at the imp properly.]
Are you serious? You will? [It might have been the hormones he was still experiencing and the rush of the labor, but tears just started to pour from his eyes.] Just when I thought today couldn't get more perfect. [Without think he leans down to kiss Blitzø softly.] I love you so much, Darling.
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...We're gonna be a family. I promise I ain't gonna be a piece of shit deadbeat, our kids deserve better than that.
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[Stolas chuckles, snuggling the imp close. He know that they should put their egg in the incubator to keep it safe and warm but.... just give him a few more minutes to enjoy this moment.]
We just had an egg and you're already planning on more?
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[Not. That he would object to more. Big family...]
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[The owl teased, closing his eyes. Squeezing out their little nugget of joy really took a lot out of him. When he wasn't dead ass tired, he would summon the strength to change himself back. Right now he didn't want to move.]
... Let me stay like this a little longer. After, we can put our little gift in the nursery to let it grow.
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[He'll tug up the fresh blanket brought to them and tuck the egg in nicely. Baby...]
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When he grew tired of writing, he resorted to cleaning and organizing his massive library. Oh~ What's a good bed time story to start with? And of course after reading this one they had to read that one next.
Satan help this child cause Stolas was plotting out the next few years of book reading. Someone stop him, he was pacing around the palace looking so restless.Just outside the nursery, Stolas nervously bounced on his talons, waiting for Blitzø to arrive. He promised he would wait for him, that they would do this together. What was keeping him? Did the job go south? Did he need to go fetch him? Breathe, Stolas, breathe.]
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Heya bitch. Gotcha lunch.
[He passed the fast food bag to Stolas, beaming and relaxed.]
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[Excuse Stolas as he blinked at the mound of horse shit Blitzø was carrying. Was there even an imp under all that or was it just a talking pile of blankets and plush? Well... looks like someone went shopping.
This is why Blitzø shouldn't go unsupervised. But hey... it was cut seeing him be excited?Taking the bag of food from Blitzø, Stolas gave him a questioning look.]
Do you need help carrying anything, Darling? You ah... got a lot.
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[He'll grab the smaller things with his tail and flop everything else over his shoulders.]
Let's go drop these off and see if we gotta roll the dice again!
[He's at least in a decent mood about that. The fact that Stolas already agreed to try again completely took away any anxieties for him.]
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[Though they could still try again anyways~ Making their little miracle was so much fun the first time. Turning to walk inside the nursery, it was beautiful decorated in swathes of deep purples and blues with tinkling stings of light lining the walls. It's ceiling was enchanted with shifting stars, making out the night sky. Clearly the work of Stolas...
Sitting in the center of the room was a something that resembled a crib, though it had a lid and dials on the side. Nestled in the soft padded sheets was their egg.
Slowly the owl approached the incubator, carefully opening it up to scoop the egg into his arms. Then he turned to place it gently on a pillow perched on a pedestal.]
Care to hold it Blitz? I need a hand free.
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[Smiling up at the ceiling briefly, Blitzø happily scooped up the egg into his arms, putting a doting little smooch on it.
He didn't mention it before but uh... he was definitely gonna make an omelette joke if this was a dud.]
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Th... there it is... We're having a baby.
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