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I know that I am spamming but ... dudes. Baby!! What can I say?
First of all, hee! This is how the conversation went. When my cell phone rang, it showed a local but obviously unnamed number. So I knew who it was. But I answered in a breathless rush.
And on the other hand is the voice of best friend's husband and the first thing he says is "WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME?!"
Keep in mind, I did NOT call him and that's also often how he starts out convos with me, when he's always the one calling. Hah!
So I ignored it and said "Tell me tell me tell me!"
And he said "I don't know if I should."
I flailed incoherently. Then he asked "Are you working?"
And I said "NO! Telllll me! Is he here? Is he?!"
And he starts laughing and says "Yes. I'll tell you. But ONLY because you're not working. A little boy was born..." and he gave me all the details and information and I told him I'd be over right after work. So now I just need the next...hour to speed by. And I already called my mom and told her the news. Hee, yesterday as she was leaving work, Mombo apparently said "I need to call my daughter and see if the baby is here yet." And everybody there freaked out and was like, "What? YOur daughter is having a baby!" *snicker* Like my mom would have been able to keep that a secret.
And also, I want to thank everybody who texted me and emailed and sent me all sorts of love while I waited frantically. Particularly those that asked if there were Tacos. Yes, there were Tacos AND a Baby. BEST WEDNESDAY EVER!
And special love to my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fitofpique, who tricked me into writing Dom/Billeh mpreg in the in comments of my LJ and thus managed to keep me distracted. Because literally - not ONE minute after I wound up the story? I got the phone call. Miracle baby gives me the miracle of a phone call!
And because of that, I put the story below. Um. It's Billy/Dom Mpreg. I don't write Billy/Dom. I don't write Mpreg. It's written in comments to distract me. It's for Pique. That's all the warning you need.
Dom sat next to the hospital bed, staring down at his hand. His hand, but Billy's was wrapped around it, clenching it so hard that Dom could feel bruises already forming. But he didn't make a sound, couldn't.
When the pressure eased off, he smiled, brushed the hair out of Billy's face where it had fallen, tangled with sweat. "Doing ok?"
Billy nodded, panting slightly still in the aftermath. "Labor fucking hurts, Dom. Nobody seemed to ever cover that."
Dom grinned slightly. "No? Are you sure you just weren't paying attention?"
Billy waved his free hand in the air slightly. "No, no, you don't understand. There's pain and then there..." He grimaced again, gasping. "Fuuuuuuck". His hand tightened on Dom's again.
Dom rode out the pain with him, feeling it in his hand as the bones pressed against one another. Hid a wince. This wasn't about him. This was about Billy. He leaned forward again, pressing his lips to Billy's forehead, sliding them along to the temple. "It'll be worth it." He whispered. "When we hold our baby for the first time."
Billy nodded, eyes still glazed with pain. "Yeah. It's...it's not gonna be long, now. But next time?" He winced as another contraction hit, took a deep breath. "But next time? You're having the baby."
Dom snickered, rubbing his hand over his mouth to hide his smirk. Rubbed his other thumb over Billy's knuckles lightly. "I don't know...I was thinking next time we could have Elijah be the surrogate. I need to watch my boyish figure you know."
Another wave hit Billy, his eyes clenching shut with the pain, breathing out through his mouth in rough gasps. Dom waited until it subsided before frowning, looking at the door in annoyance. "Shouldn't the damn doctor be here by now, anyway? First male pregnancy they've even had at this hospital, you'd think they'd be a little more on the ball."
Billy's voice was rough with exhaustion. "Nah, it's fine, Dommy. It's only been a few hours, ya know. You'll remember the doctor said it could be days, even."
Dom bit his lower lip, squeezed Billy's hand tighter than he meant. Only Billy's low gasp, out of sync with the contractions, alerted him. "Sorry," he muttered, relaxing his grip. This was the worst part. Dom wanted to stand, pace...move. Do something to make him feel productive. Instead, all he could do was sit and wait. Dom fucking hated waiting.
He looked up eagerly as the door opened, then sank back unhappily when it wasn't the doctor that walked through.
"Hey." Viggo said, leaning against the door.
Billy smiled brightly, then winced as another wave of contractions hit. "Fuuuck," he breathed out. When he could talk again, he waved Viggo into the room. "Shite, Viggo, you've been through this before. You shoulda told me."
Viggo blinked. Shrugged. "Babies come when they come, Billy." Then he frowned as he took note of the bruises blooming on Dom's hand, the glaze in Billy's eyes. Counted under his breath as another set of contractions hit. Viggo straightened up abruptly. "I'll get the doctor."
"No." Billy gasped out, wincing again. "Stay." His skin was pale now, like parchment, Dom thought. Thin and fragile and like it might tear. He tried not to grip Billy's hand too tightly. But he was used to Billy smiling, laughing, hitting him on the side of the head. Not lying in a hospital bed. Not when it was Dom's fault. Dom who'd said Wouldn't it be great to have a baby?
And Billy'd agreed. His eyes had shone as he smiled, talking about how great it'd be to have a wee one running around the house, the sound of tiny giggles and shy smiles. Dom still wasn't sure he hadn't been joking but...once Billy got an idea? There was no holding him back. Months of research, talking with doctors, scientists. A few other brave couples who'd actually gone through this already.
And this was the result. God. He'd give anything to trade places with Billy right now. He looked over at Viggo, who'd moved over to the other side of Billy, taken his free hand.
"Viggo..." Dom blinked a second, voice trembling slightly. "God, Viggo..."
Viggo smiled briefly at Dom, patted Billy on the hand one last time before releasing it. "Not to worry, Dom. I did this once before, in Mexico."
Dom nodded, feeling a wave of relief sweep through. It was going to be all right. He could see it in the way Viggo moved with calm assurance, examining Billy. Hear it in the low, raspy tones of Viggo's voice as he asked Billy a few questions.
It took him a moment to realize Viggo was talking to him again.
"What?"
Viggo smiled patiently. "Dom. I need you to run down to the nurses's station. Tell them it looks like it's just about time."
Dom gave Billy an glance, standing up, feeling his muscles screaming slightly as they protested the move. He'd been sitting like that for hours. "Are - are you sure? I don't want to leave him..."
Billy let out a low groan from the bed, freezing Dom in place. When the movement passed, he looked over at Dom. "Aye, I'll be fine, Dommy. Just let 'em know and hurry back to me? And..." He winced again, then took another deep breath. "Ice. Can you have Orlando bring me some ice."
Viggo looked up sharply. "Not Orli."
Billy looked surprised, mind momentarily distracted from the pain. "No?"
Viggo shook his head. "No." He glanced over at Dom. "Get the nurse. Bean can bring ice."
With one last look at Billy, Dom nodded. Released Billy's hand and took a step away from the bed. Then he shivered slightly, and stepped back, leaning over Billy and kissing him softly, feeling the dry, soft lips against his own. He whispered, "Hold on until I return, Billy. I love you."
The minute he stepped out of the door of the room, Dom broke into a run. It hadn't seemed this long to the nurse's station when they'd first arrived here, or when they were touring the facilities a few weeks ago. By the time he got to the desk, he was half out of breath and it took him a second to gasp out "Billy..."
The woman behind the desk ignored him, talking loudly on the phone with somebody.
Dom slapped his hand down on the counter, wincing slightly at sting on his already bruised muscles. The nurse looked up, eyes stern and hard. "Hold on a second," she said into the phone. Her eyes narrowed at Dom. "Can I help you?"
Dom ignored the icy tones. "I need a doctor. My Billy's giving birth and we haven't seen anybody in hours!"
She shrugged, glancing over at a stack of charts, pulling the one on top off and glancing at it. "Billy? Billy Boyd?"
Dom nodded, still breathing in rough gasps.
"His chart shows he's not dilated at all. There's plenty of time."
Dom groaned, burying his face in his hands for a second before reaching out and grabbing the chart. He pointed. "He doesn't have anything to dilate! This is a male pregnancy!"
The nurse blinked a second. Looked down at the chart again. "Oh," she said in a small voice. "That does change things."
It still felt like forever as Dom frantically waited for the nurse to contact the doctor. He glanced over towards the door of Billy's room longingly. He should be in there. But now that he finally had somebody's attention, he wasn't going to leave until he was sure they'd follow through.
Out of the corner of the eye, he saw a familiar shape. No, a familiar group of shapes. He held up his hand at the worried looks directed his way from his mates. "It's going to be fine. He..." His voice trailed off as he saw Sean. "Bean! Viggo says you're to bring ice." He felt another surge of relief go through him as Bean just nodded, heading towards the ice machine without any futher questions. Viggo's authority worked even in his absence.
Orlando approached and Dom waved him off. "It's...it's going to be fine." The doctor was walking rapidly down the hall, eyes worried.
"Nobody told me you'd been admitted..." Her voice was worried. Somehow, Dom wasn't.
Moving quickly down the hall, they opened the door to the sound of a wail.
Dom stopped in the doorway for a second, disbelieving. Viggo was standing at the end of the bed, face flushed and smiling. It looked strange on his face.
Billy was leaning against the pillows, eyes closed. But at the sound of Dom's gasp, they opened, shining brightly. His arms were holding something. Something moving. "Dom." He said softly, his voice tired but filled with more happiness than Dom had ever heard. "Dommy. We have a little daughter."
The End
Wee! And an hour until I get to see baby!
ETA For those that asked, his first present from me 'after-he-is-born' is a two foot stuffed alligator. Um, not a REAL one, obviously. (And also, sorry Ash!)
First of all, hee! This is how the conversation went. When my cell phone rang, it showed a local but obviously unnamed number. So I knew who it was. But I answered in a breathless rush.
And on the other hand is the voice of best friend's husband and the first thing he says is "WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME?!"
Keep in mind, I did NOT call him and that's also often how he starts out convos with me, when he's always the one calling. Hah!
So I ignored it and said "Tell me tell me tell me!"
And he said "I don't know if I should."
I flailed incoherently. Then he asked "Are you working?"
And I said "NO! Telllll me! Is he here? Is he?!"
And he starts laughing and says "Yes. I'll tell you. But ONLY because you're not working. A little boy was born..." and he gave me all the details and information and I told him I'd be over right after work. So now I just need the next...hour to speed by. And I already called my mom and told her the news. Hee, yesterday as she was leaving work, Mombo apparently said "I need to call my daughter and see if the baby is here yet." And everybody there freaked out and was like, "What? YOur daughter is having a baby!" *snicker* Like my mom would have been able to keep that a secret.
And also, I want to thank everybody who texted me and emailed and sent me all sorts of love while I waited frantically. Particularly those that asked if there were Tacos. Yes, there were Tacos AND a Baby. BEST WEDNESDAY EVER!
And special love to my
fitofpique, who tricked me into writing Dom/Billeh mpreg in the in comments of my LJ and thus managed to keep me distracted. Because literally - not ONE minute after I wound up the story? I got the phone call. Miracle baby gives me the miracle of a phone call!And because of that, I put the story below. Um. It's Billy/Dom Mpreg. I don't write Billy/Dom. I don't write Mpreg. It's written in comments to distract me. It's for Pique. That's all the warning you need.
Dom sat next to the hospital bed, staring down at his hand. His hand, but Billy's was wrapped around it, clenching it so hard that Dom could feel bruises already forming. But he didn't make a sound, couldn't.
When the pressure eased off, he smiled, brushed the hair out of Billy's face where it had fallen, tangled with sweat. "Doing ok?"
Billy nodded, panting slightly still in the aftermath. "Labor fucking hurts, Dom. Nobody seemed to ever cover that."
Dom grinned slightly. "No? Are you sure you just weren't paying attention?"
Billy waved his free hand in the air slightly. "No, no, you don't understand. There's pain and then there..." He grimaced again, gasping. "Fuuuuuuck". His hand tightened on Dom's again.
Dom rode out the pain with him, feeling it in his hand as the bones pressed against one another. Hid a wince. This wasn't about him. This was about Billy. He leaned forward again, pressing his lips to Billy's forehead, sliding them along to the temple. "It'll be worth it." He whispered. "When we hold our baby for the first time."
Billy nodded, eyes still glazed with pain. "Yeah. It's...it's not gonna be long, now. But next time?" He winced as another contraction hit, took a deep breath. "But next time? You're having the baby."
Dom snickered, rubbing his hand over his mouth to hide his smirk. Rubbed his other thumb over Billy's knuckles lightly. "I don't know...I was thinking next time we could have Elijah be the surrogate. I need to watch my boyish figure you know."
Another wave hit Billy, his eyes clenching shut with the pain, breathing out through his mouth in rough gasps. Dom waited until it subsided before frowning, looking at the door in annoyance. "Shouldn't the damn doctor be here by now, anyway? First male pregnancy they've even had at this hospital, you'd think they'd be a little more on the ball."
Billy's voice was rough with exhaustion. "Nah, it's fine, Dommy. It's only been a few hours, ya know. You'll remember the doctor said it could be days, even."
Dom bit his lower lip, squeezed Billy's hand tighter than he meant. Only Billy's low gasp, out of sync with the contractions, alerted him. "Sorry," he muttered, relaxing his grip. This was the worst part. Dom wanted to stand, pace...move. Do something to make him feel productive. Instead, all he could do was sit and wait. Dom fucking hated waiting.
He looked up eagerly as the door opened, then sank back unhappily when it wasn't the doctor that walked through.
"Hey." Viggo said, leaning against the door.
Billy smiled brightly, then winced as another wave of contractions hit. "Fuuuck," he breathed out. When he could talk again, he waved Viggo into the room. "Shite, Viggo, you've been through this before. You shoulda told me."
Viggo blinked. Shrugged. "Babies come when they come, Billy." Then he frowned as he took note of the bruises blooming on Dom's hand, the glaze in Billy's eyes. Counted under his breath as another set of contractions hit. Viggo straightened up abruptly. "I'll get the doctor."
"No." Billy gasped out, wincing again. "Stay." His skin was pale now, like parchment, Dom thought. Thin and fragile and like it might tear. He tried not to grip Billy's hand too tightly. But he was used to Billy smiling, laughing, hitting him on the side of the head. Not lying in a hospital bed. Not when it was Dom's fault. Dom who'd said Wouldn't it be great to have a baby?
And Billy'd agreed. His eyes had shone as he smiled, talking about how great it'd be to have a wee one running around the house, the sound of tiny giggles and shy smiles. Dom still wasn't sure he hadn't been joking but...once Billy got an idea? There was no holding him back. Months of research, talking with doctors, scientists. A few other brave couples who'd actually gone through this already.
And this was the result. God. He'd give anything to trade places with Billy right now. He looked over at Viggo, who'd moved over to the other side of Billy, taken his free hand.
"Viggo..." Dom blinked a second, voice trembling slightly. "God, Viggo..."
Viggo smiled briefly at Dom, patted Billy on the hand one last time before releasing it. "Not to worry, Dom. I did this once before, in Mexico."
Dom nodded, feeling a wave of relief sweep through. It was going to be all right. He could see it in the way Viggo moved with calm assurance, examining Billy. Hear it in the low, raspy tones of Viggo's voice as he asked Billy a few questions.
It took him a moment to realize Viggo was talking to him again.
"What?"
Viggo smiled patiently. "Dom. I need you to run down to the nurses's station. Tell them it looks like it's just about time."
Dom gave Billy an glance, standing up, feeling his muscles screaming slightly as they protested the move. He'd been sitting like that for hours. "Are - are you sure? I don't want to leave him..."
Billy let out a low groan from the bed, freezing Dom in place. When the movement passed, he looked over at Dom. "Aye, I'll be fine, Dommy. Just let 'em know and hurry back to me? And..." He winced again, then took another deep breath. "Ice. Can you have Orlando bring me some ice."
Viggo looked up sharply. "Not Orli."
Billy looked surprised, mind momentarily distracted from the pain. "No?"
Viggo shook his head. "No." He glanced over at Dom. "Get the nurse. Bean can bring ice."
With one last look at Billy, Dom nodded. Released Billy's hand and took a step away from the bed. Then he shivered slightly, and stepped back, leaning over Billy and kissing him softly, feeling the dry, soft lips against his own. He whispered, "Hold on until I return, Billy. I love you."
The minute he stepped out of the door of the room, Dom broke into a run. It hadn't seemed this long to the nurse's station when they'd first arrived here, or when they were touring the facilities a few weeks ago. By the time he got to the desk, he was half out of breath and it took him a second to gasp out "Billy..."
The woman behind the desk ignored him, talking loudly on the phone with somebody.
Dom slapped his hand down on the counter, wincing slightly at sting on his already bruised muscles. The nurse looked up, eyes stern and hard. "Hold on a second," she said into the phone. Her eyes narrowed at Dom. "Can I help you?"
Dom ignored the icy tones. "I need a doctor. My Billy's giving birth and we haven't seen anybody in hours!"
She shrugged, glancing over at a stack of charts, pulling the one on top off and glancing at it. "Billy? Billy Boyd?"
Dom nodded, still breathing in rough gasps.
"His chart shows he's not dilated at all. There's plenty of time."
Dom groaned, burying his face in his hands for a second before reaching out and grabbing the chart. He pointed. "He doesn't have anything to dilate! This is a male pregnancy!"
The nurse blinked a second. Looked down at the chart again. "Oh," she said in a small voice. "That does change things."
It still felt like forever as Dom frantically waited for the nurse to contact the doctor. He glanced over towards the door of Billy's room longingly. He should be in there. But now that he finally had somebody's attention, he wasn't going to leave until he was sure they'd follow through.
Out of the corner of the eye, he saw a familiar shape. No, a familiar group of shapes. He held up his hand at the worried looks directed his way from his mates. "It's going to be fine. He..." His voice trailed off as he saw Sean. "Bean! Viggo says you're to bring ice." He felt another surge of relief go through him as Bean just nodded, heading towards the ice machine without any futher questions. Viggo's authority worked even in his absence.
Orlando approached and Dom waved him off. "It's...it's going to be fine." The doctor was walking rapidly down the hall, eyes worried.
"Nobody told me you'd been admitted..." Her voice was worried. Somehow, Dom wasn't.
Moving quickly down the hall, they opened the door to the sound of a wail.
Dom stopped in the doorway for a second, disbelieving. Viggo was standing at the end of the bed, face flushed and smiling. It looked strange on his face.
Billy was leaning against the pillows, eyes closed. But at the sound of Dom's gasp, they opened, shining brightly. His arms were holding something. Something moving. "Dom." He said softly, his voice tired but filled with more happiness than Dom had ever heard. "Dommy. We have a little daughter."
The End
Wee! And an hour until I get to see baby!
ETA For those that asked, his first present from me 'after-he-is-born' is a two foot stuffed alligator. Um, not a REAL one, obviously. (And also, sorry Ash!)
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That, in a nutshell, is precisely why we are so perfect for each other.
Baby baby baby!
Baby? BABY!
WE HAVE TAKEN COMMUNICATION TO ANOTHER LEVEL! WE'RE LIKE VIGGO WITH THE BREATHING HEAVILY INTO THE PHONE IN DIFFERENT WAYS THING!
You and Viggo are my heroes.
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We are totally perfect for one another! THANK YOU FOR PLAYING WITH ME PIQUE! You made my day go by SO MUCH FASTER while I waited!
So then I inflict mpreg fic on the world and blame you. Hee! *giggles*
*loves you until you are weak with it*
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I WILL PLAY WITH YOU ANY TIME! Especially if it involves sitting on my ass in front of the computer being spoon fed fic :)
*tickles you*
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I wuv playing with you. It is one of my favorites things ever.
*happy sigh*
It was a good day. THe best of days.
(Also, even if it is cracked out mpreg written in comments, the first thing i wrote in WEEKS. weee!)
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*clears throat twice*
*sneezes*
That means I love you! Or does that mean can I please have a medium pizza with mushrooms, olives, and extra cheese? I forget. Both are good though.
*glomps*
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*drools*
*makes soft clicking noise*
*blows raspberry*