Chapter 74 Good Job?
Waddle faster, Ender, waddle faster! he screamed in his head, as he hurried back to his bedroom as fast as his poor swollen feet could carry him. Ugh…maybe they had a point about his movements being slowed.
On reaching his bedroom door, Ender hesitated.
Oh no, how could he go back in there and pretend to sleep?! After hearing what he’d heard, not to mention while the very pretty man cuddled him?!
“Toddles!” Ender gasped. He’d hide in Soren’s room!
Scurrying past his door, without even knocking, he slammed open the blue door that was a short distance away, and across the hall, walking straight in.
Ender, of course, froze on spotting Soren naked, his brother staring back wide-eyed in shock.
Despite not really wanting to see, his traitorous gaze flicked down.
“Oh…wow, that’s a lot different from the last time I saw it.”
To be fair, the last time was when they’d both been children, so he’d be concerned if it hadn’t. No, actually, he would very much like to erase this bit of visual information from his brain.
“What in the fuck, Ender?!” Soren squawked as he covered his crotch with both hands.
Ender cleared his throat. “Good…job, I guess?”
“ENDER!?”
“Well, what else do you want me to say?!”
“Ahem.”
Ender looked back at the murmur. His eyes widened on spotting Killian standing there with his brow raised, before he turned back to Soren and cried out, “Toddles, how dare you?! Cover up! We are not a nudist colony!”
“YOU BARGED IN ON ME!?! THIS IS MY ROOM!” Soren bellowed, before pointing, as he angrily chirped, “Get out!”
He mouthed the word ‘traitor’ at his brother. The Harpy let out an angry trilling noise, fire lighting in his eyes in response, while he was still pointing towards the door.
Hmphing, he spun, and looping his arm through Killian’s, he dragged the man with him as he headed to their bedroom.
“The audacity of him flashing people!” Ender huffed on reaching their door and opening it.
“Ender, you were in his room.”
“So?!”
“So, what exactly were you doing in his room?”
Ah shit… “Um, I had a question?”
“Did you?” Killian drawled.
“Yes.” He released the Cryptid’s arm and waddled inside. Sitting on the bed, he tried to scoot himself back, but overbalanced and flopped over, his legs still hanging off the bed. Sighing, he whined, “Help.”
With an amused smile on his face, Killian helped him to move up and back, and he soon found himself relaxing against the Siren’s chest, cuddling him.
After a moment of silence, Killian unfortunately asked, “What question did you have?”
That was the question… One he didn’t have an answer to, because he’d been lying. “I forgot,” he rasped, before blurting, “Rub my belly!”
“Is it upset?”
“Mm, I think the eggs shifted. I need belly rubs.”
Truthfully, he wasn’t lying, his stomach was paining him a bit. It felt overly tight, as if things had moved around in there. He was uncomfortable, but then, uncomfortable pretty much described pregnancy.
When Killian started to rub his belly, the Siren humming a now familiar melody at the same time, Ender struggled to keep a blush off his face, even as his body went completely lax.
He was a bit surprised the Siren wasn’t demanding he see the doctor after mentioning the eggs. Usually, the Cryptid was the first one to overly worry about any type of change. Whatever, it was less hassle for him!
“Where does it come from?” Ender asked after a few minutes had passed.
“The song?”
“Mm,” he grunted.
“It’s something my mother used to sing to me.”
“The melody is pretty, yet sad.”
“Yes, that sums it up.”
Damn, after just a little bit of humming from the man, he felt like he’d taken a nice hot bath and had a full body rub down. “You Sirens, with your voices, are damn dangerous.”
Killian chuckled. “That we are.”
Relaxed or not, the conversation he’d overheard came rearing back in the silence that began to form, and it took everything in him to not tense up again. Should he be feeling self-conscious about lying in the arms of a man who wanted something more with him? One of two men who wanted more.
No, he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t feel anything at all about any of it, because he didn’t care. Yes, that was what he was going with. They were just going to co-parent. Ender didn’t want…a relationship with either of them, let alone both.
Yep, that was what he was sticking with. Besides, they were too young for him. Though that hadn’t stopped him from having sex with them now, had it?
Wow, these internal fucking thoughts are not on my side at all!
A bit of distraction came in the form of Cyrus entering the room. The man’s eyes were slightly red from crying, he noted, as the tall Fate cleared his throat, and asked, “Stomach bothering him?”
“He thinks the eggs shifted,” Killian stated, almost too pointedly, making him think he’d fallen into a trap.
Cyrus frowned. “We should have the doctor check.”
“There is no reason to bother Ruby about this, they are just moving into position for laying.”
The Fate sighed. “Ender, no matter how small the change is, we have to look into it.”
“I agree,” Killian cut in before he could respond.
“We should get you checked out. On top of you feeling as if something has changed, there was a lot of excitement yesterday. And it’s always better to be cautious.
Not to mention, Dr. Corradetti thoroughly warned us that Gorgon pregnancies are precarious at best.”
Fucking big mouth doctor!
Ender glared over his shoulder at the Siren, his eyes narrowing further on seeing the smug expression on his face. “You were just waiting for him to come in to argue the point, so you’d have someone here that agreed with you!”
“Would I do that?” The smug smile spread.
“Yes!”
Killian chuckled. “You’re right, I would. Now, up we go.”
“Unhand me! I’m not going!” Ender squawked, as the Siren hefted him into a sitting position without warning.
Cyrus snorted. “You either go there on your own two feet, or be carried princess-style through the compound, your choice.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”