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second is an au version

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in the case this blog gets deleted(or all the pics do since i dont believe tumblr will be deleting any text posts), i actually do have a spare twitter account i could use for any ns//fw pics of my ocs, u can find it under the name of snazzyfuckup, and while its emtpy rn, i think ill actually start posting my oc pics there https://twitter.com/snazzyfuckup but obviously twitter isnt great for text posts, i mean, even this post im making now would be considered too long i think

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oscar trying to figure out how to bond with his newborn.  word count: idk its short oscar, upon the encouragement of his mother and sal, had been using a breast pump for a few days to help out with feeding the two infants. he’d only do it while alone or in the bathroom. but after something sal said and searching online, he’d kept coming across breastfeeding being how you ‘bonded with your baby’. all he could think was ‘is this why i feel disconnected from them?’ it sounded ridiculous to him, but at the same time, he bonded with others by kissing and whatnot. he was a ton closer to people he’d kissed than the people he’d hadnt, whether it be on the mouth or just face kisses. ..but there was also plenty of people he’d kissed that he wasnt close to. honestly, there was no guarantee either way. but he figured he’d try it out, maybe itd fix his slight aversion to ollie. 

monty was asleep on the bed with shiloh and ollie next to him, he lifted the little bundle up and made his way to the living room with him, being quiet, something he was well versed in from his job. ollie moved a little at being picked up, opening his eyes just slightly, before closing them again.they still hadnt kept their eyes open long enough to see the color, though oscar was pretty sure he seen pink once. their skin was typically a giveaway of what color their eyes were, but sometimes they didnt match up, so you couldnt be sure until you actually seen them.   oscar sat on the couch, glancing behind him at the hallway before pulling his shirt up and feeling the utmost uncomfortable with doing this. ‘alright, just do it for the bonding, you can do this.’ ollie didnt hesitate when offered the breast, though seemed a little confused at the difference in size perhaps. oscar tensed immediately, making a face. ‘this is weird feeling oh god i dont like this.’  he waited a moment, trying to relax and ‘bond’ but it didnt feel like any type of bonding was happening, this was just uncomfortable and weird. “ok little buddy, i gave it a shot, this aint workin.” he mumbled to the tiny baby, pulling it back and off of him and pulling his shirt down to cover himself. ollie however, was not happy with this, getting offered food only for it to be taken away in such a short time. he started crying, as loud as he could, which wasnt as loud as most babies, but sounded pitiful as all hell. oscar tried to hush them, walking into the kitchen and making them a bottle. as soon as it was offered, they quieted, happy to have food even if it was from a bottle. so clearly that didnt pan out. he had to wonder if maybe it was just in his genes. his parents didnt love him. but that wasnt the issue, he loved ollie. so maybe his parents loved him too, but they felt this same odd aversion to him? he didnt want to be like his mom. his mom fucked him up. he looked down at the tiny infant and sighed “whys this gotta be so difficult..” 

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also forgot to post this sketch for the other rp

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i forgot to post this sketch thats related to the rp

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monty goes into labor a week early, right on christmas! who woulda guessed?  rp between me (cigarettequeef) and @monty-enzo (pocket butter) word count: long as fuck, 21300 warnings: birth, surgery, violence, 

Pocket Butter

The birth of their children was long since coming. Monty and Oscar had done all they could to prepare for them. Proofing the house, and setting up a nursery. Monty was often caught standing and gazing longingly into the nursery and rubbing his stomach. Who knew what their future held, it didn't stop Monty from imagining. He looked up seeing Oscar and smiled, taking his hand. "Hey babe." he said and pulls him down for a kiss. Lacing their hands together and giving a gentle squeeze. "How are you feeling today?" Monty had known it was rough on him, and he could see how it was wearing him down. Monty would try to do what he could to help Oscar feel comfortable, he gave him plenty of attention, and stayed near to him as much as he could. He hardly let Oscar have time to himself, he wanted Oscar to know he wasn't alone. Their Thanksgiving was a bit of a bizarre emotional roller coaster when Monty became very emotional and clingy to the turkey. Till this day he still didn't know why he acted like that, he figured it was just because of the hormones from pregnancy. Though now it was just the two of them enjoying a quiet evening, Monty was due any day now.

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Oscar had dark coloration under his eyes, both from lack of good sleep and from the stress and pent up energy and magic he had. he'd been pissing a lot more than normal, not just from the pregnancy, but also from the lack of his typical other release of magic. he'd normally want to prolong kisses, but lately he'd been keeping them short and quick. normally he could do long makeouts with no expectation of sex or release, kisses werent a sexual-only thing to him, but with all the stress building up over these long months, he'd started pulling back out of frustration, feeling restricted by more than just the stupid belt he'd forced himself to wear. he squeezed montys hand back, answering with a short "horny." and looking at the newly set up nursery that monty seemed preoccupied with staring into, raising a brow with a slightly offhand comment "what is this, a hallmark card?" the extra attention monty gave him was appreciated, and he did his best to be upbeat as per his usual self, but even before, he was known to say something offhand or of a dark humor. lately, that was probably becoming more often.

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Monty of course had become aware of his husbands social behavior and how he reacted to things from being so sexually pent up. It was for his and the baby's safety. He frowns a little as Oscar muttered he was horny then asked about the nursery in a way that made him feel a little tense. His soul thumped as he stepped back from the door and closed it. "No, it is a christmas present." he said looking up at him. Monty sometimes couldn't help but feel a little tense around Oscar, he was worried about upsetting him, his husband rarely slept, and when he could he woke up feverish with nightmares. Monty didn't enjoy the pain Oscar was going through just because of the baby inside of him. Thinking about it made him choke up, he moved towards him and put his arms around him. "I love you babe." he said softly. Then stepping back and looking at him again teary eyed. "Want to help me decorate the tree?" he asked trying to keep his voice from cracking.

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Oscar frowned at the first reply, confused "what? no i meant-" he cut off though, not feeling like trying to explain the offhand joke, it'd probably upset monty now that he actually thought about it a second time. he seen even now monty still got upset about it, and he let out a sigh, putting his arms around monty and hugging back, he mumbled out a sorry before replying with an upbeat tone and grin, it wasnt too hard for him to fake it since he'd had plenty of practice over the years "yeah, lets decorate the tree, sugarlumps." he put emphasis on the nickname, moving his hands to feel up montys chest.

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Monty almost tensed, as his chest was rather sensitive, especially because it was full of milk. "Oscar-!" before he could say anything further his body reacted to the movement and milk leaked out soaking the front of his shirt. His face colored blue and he let out a timid sound but didn't entirely pull away from him, he was embarrassed though. "S-...sorry... I .. I'm sensitive." he said taking Oscars hands and keeping them pressed against his chest. Often times Monty didn't want to stop, he wanted to be intimate with his husband, but doing so would cause problems. It was hard to say no, though if Oscar wasn't allowed to Monty ... well he tried not to.

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if he had a dick, he'd have a boner. though since he didnt, it just added to the constant wetness between his legs. hed taken to wearing pads so he wouldnt have to deal with his underwear being uncomfortably wet and dirty all the time. his state of almost constant horny was becoming painful, at least in his mind "look at that, yer makin a mess, doll." he gladly kept his hands to montys chest, massaging over the wettening shirt.

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Monty shuddered at his words, drawing in a sharp breath then looking up at him again. He knew Oscar was pent up which is why he wanted to distract him with decorating the tree. Monty was also pent up as well, though he could contain it a little better. Then again at the moment now his entire body was reacting from being pent up and touched. Monty shifts a little uncomfortably, "S-s-since you are t-taller then me." he utters out. "I .. I figured it would b-be better for you t-to get the top of the t-tree."

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oscar was quiet, slipping his thumbs under the collar of montys shirt, wanting to pull it down, but he stopped himself. it was getting easier to pull back from his urges after so long of getting denied it, a look of frustration and just purely pissed crossing his face for a split second before he corrected it as he stared down at the object he most desired to pound into the floor. he slid his hands to montys shoulders, giving him a kiss on the forehead "yeah, makes sense. i could lift you to put the star on th-" right, no. a low grumble sounded in his throat, a quiet"nevermind." following it.

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Monty saw the flash across his face when he declined Oscar's pleasure, he didn't want to, looking down he felt half to blamed then looked back at him as he was kissed on the head. He could hear the further frustration in his voice as he recalled he couldn't lift Monty either. Monty lets out a light sigh then smiles trying to make the best of this. The doctors had said that the baby could be due any day now. He reached for some ornaments in the box to hang on the tree. "Remember when we first met... and I didn't know what christmas was?"

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oscar followed suit, trying to focus on the tree. he did really enjoy the set up of christmas, so at least this was a relaxing and enjoyable thing for him to get lost in. "i remember i brought you that cute little outfit and you got tangled up in the lights." a small smile perked his mouth at the thought. a lot easier back then when he wasnt pregnant. and now they'd always have kids to take care of. he frowned a little at the thought, trying to bury it again. he didnt want to think about how he'd probably fail at being a family man, considering his personality and preferred lifestyle.

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"I loved that outfit." Monty replied smiling and just as he was reaching to hang up an ornament a sharp pain jarred him causing him to jerk and drop it. The orb shattered on the floor at his feet. "Oh- no, no .. I.. Im so sorry I didnt mean to break it I-." he was starting to get down so he could pick up the pieces when another pain coursed through him he winced and put his hand against his stomach. "Ow.." he wasn't sure why he was having pain, he straightened up letting out a breath. He didn't feel any more pain at the moment and moved towards the kitchen to get a broom. Monty grabbed the counter, and felt his pants suddenly get wet. Soaking down his legs and puddling to the floor, he stared down in mild horror. Then trying to keep the shakiness from his voice. "O-Oscar.." he tried to stay calm. "I think.. my water just broke."

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oscar jumped at the sound, not realizing monty was in pain at first until he seen him hold his stomach. that certainly put the fear in him, but it easily could have been a braxtin hicks or whatever it was called. he put the ornament he was holding onto the tree before following after monty, about to ask if he was ok before seeing the puddle monty made and what he said. "shit- ok, uhh- stay calm." that was more towards himself. he had a moment of panic in his head trying to think of what the fuck to do, even though he'd planned this in advance., thanks to sals advice "alright, ok, ill go grab the hospital bag and then ill help you to the car." he didnt wait for any type of reply, dashing into their bedroom to grab the duffle bag and sling it over his shoulder, slipping on his shoes and grabbing a jacket for monty too, he came back in record time, putting the coat over monty so he wouldnt get cold outside. he offered a hand for him to hold and help support him to lead him to the car, where he'd set a blanket in the seat and help lift him onto it. clearly this had to be an exception to the no lifting rule since monty might have struggled to get up into the seat in his condition.

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Monty could feel a sliding pain in his body as the baby had been apparently moving downward. For a split second he thought it was actually going to come out. He let out a whimper as Oscar left, holding his hand against his stomach, the front of his shirt still soaked from the milk before. He looked up at Oscar as he came back with the bag and a coat then was helped out to the car. Monty gives a little strained effort to get inside of the car, but after a moment he manages and sits down with a huff. His hand cradling against his stomach trying to settle his breathing. He could feel mild pain aching in his lower back, and cramping in his pelvis. "S-stay calm babe." he mutters as he buckled himself in. "Drive sa-ah! Mh.. s-safe.."

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oscar tossed the bag into the backseat, getting in and starting the car, only half hearing monty, but nodding in agreement, he was focusing on the task at hand, which was to get monty to the hospital since theres no way that baby would be coming out naturally. they'd had an appointment for the c section, not long from now, so it wasnt super surprising for monty to go into labor a little early. as he pulled out of the driveway and drove to their destination, he pulled out his phone, tapping on it for a moment before setting it in his lap and glancing at monty nervously "the docs should be ready for ya when we get there. it'll be ok." he tried not to think about them slicing monty open.

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It was a short drive to the hospital, and Monty was in some pain a nurse came out with a wheelchair and helped Monty into it keeping the coat around him. The nurse started into the hospital to sign Monty in while Oscar would park, if he did. Monty told the nurse to wait because he didn't want to go in without his husband, "Hes the father of my baby, I'd really like for him to be there." he said. The nurse nodded and said she'd wait, once he'd come back in she took them to a room and got them settled in. "Oh, you're the patient whose baby wasn't able to birth normally..." she looked over the records. "You are a little early sweetheart, let me go find the doctor." before Monty could ask about anything the woman walked out. Monty let out an anguished sigh and lays back against the pillows. He didn't even have to wait that long until she came back "I'm sorry, hes out of town visiting for the holidays. He said he'd catch a flight back, I can give you some medication to help ease the pain." she replied moving over to Monty. "No- .. I .. Im good no thank you... I don't want any weird substances.."

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Oscar didnt like anyone taking monty from his eyesight right now, but he did his best to keep focused and calm. causing issues and a scene would only make things worse, remember? he growled since no one could hear him as he found a spot to park and jogged back to the entrance. he almost took the wheelchair from the nurse, but decided against it, not wanting to come off as aggressive, even though he very much was at the moment. in the room, oscar sat in the chair next to the bed, rubbing montys hand. when monty refused the meds, he immediately gave a dubious look "uh, ya sure about that sweetheart? it's only gonna get worse. uh, from what i hear.." he nervously glanced away, not fond of talking about his past experience.

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Monty looked at Oscar and smiled softly "Alright babe," he gave Oscar's hand a gentle reassuring squeeze then allowed the nurse to give him the painkiller, he settled into the bed letting out a nervous breath. They'd have to wait, even longer for the doctor to show up, Monty was worried about the baby being trapped. He tried to keep himself relaxed for his sake and the babies, and maybe Oscar's too. Monty tried to distract himself by asking random questions to see if Oscar new the answers to them, things like what are the different flavors to candy canes, how many gum drops are in 1 cup, and why do gingerbread men have to live in gingerbread houses. "Wouldn't they just be living inside of their own flesh? I mean, when we make gingerbread men its of the same batch we make the houses out of."

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the questions honestly confused him a bit, or at least the gumdrops one did, he'd only reply with an 'i dont know'. he gave a short laugh at the last one though "pretty much. though maybe theyre like parasites, parasites live in flesh." he thought about it a moment, snapping his fingers with a smile "and so do fetuses. maybe gingerbread men are really gingerbread fetuses." an odd joke, but he wasnt exactly on his a-game, still only able to concentrate so much on montys little question game while being in a place he hated. he kept glancing around nervously, and rubbing his chest where the large scar he sported was hidden under his shirt. as time passed, he'd get more antsy, starting to pace and walk about, attempting to do tasks like fetching monty ice chips. and a lot of complaining to the nurses about how the doctor better hurry their ass up, which would slowly get more aggressive and snappish. he wasnt well versed on labor times and what was normal, his only experience was fairly fast, so at that point, he was under the impression the baby might be suffocating, and how would they even know? they wouldnt, it would be born dead and then everything would be up to him to keep his fetus alive, which honestly, he didnt expect to happen. he fully thought somewhere along the way, something would happen and theyd only have montys baby alive and well, so this, to him, was going to be the death of both babies. he raised his voice at the nurse whod come to check on monty, making them quickly exit the room after, clearly afraid of him. its possible theyd heard word of him lashing out at the other hospital too.

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Monty had watched it all go down, he saw how stressed out Oscar was, and he felt bad he couldn't do anything to help him. Letting out a sigh he shifted to get comfortable and winced in pain, he squeezed his eyes shut panting a little. He hadn't even realized he dug his fingers into the sheets and held them tightly almost ripping the material. "Ooo'god... it hurts..." he groaned out, sweat beading his skull "I .. I think the baby is trying to come out...it- it cant.." he stated sounding a little panicked, Monty's baby was too big to be born naturally since he was a smaller monster. That was why they were here for a c-section, another pained moan escaped Monty's mouth and he dropped his head back on the pillow. "I think I'm gonna puke... or.. pass out." he mumbled trying to relax. Finally after all of the waiting, the stress and pain the doctor was coming up the hall pulling his coat on and fumbling for his glasses. He came into the room and looked at the two of them, seeing Monty was in a lot of pain he had to act fast. "It seems like the baby is crowning, we need to take you in for an emergency c-section so the baby doesn't get stuck!" he started quickly unhooking him from the monitor and other things wheeling the bed out of the room. "If you're the father lets go." he said to Oscar before striding quickly to the emergency room where he'd have to operate.

It didn't take long for the other nurses to dress and come in, they helped Monty get comfortable and put a shot in his back called a spinal block so he wouldn't feel any pain. Then also covered him with a curtain so he couldn't really see what was going on, or to see the blood, he was shaking and trying not to feel hysteric worried about the baby. The doctor rushed in again in his scrubs, sterilized with his gloves and a face mask. He also had an assortment of tools with him as well. The doctor remained calm as he spoke to the nurses stating where he was going to cut and when. The first poke cut the blue flesh and colored blood slid out from the tip, the doctor drew a line down, blood following. Nurses used equipment to catch and draw the blood away so the doctor could see. They were working quickly, or- trying to.

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When the doctor arrived, oscar was both relieved and pissed. he honestly was pretty close to yelling at him, but held it back because this guy is gonna be cutting open my partner. he instead stayed quiet, following after and putting on whatever papery blue suit thing they offered him. normally he'd comment on how unfashionable it was, but he was preoccupied with the situation. he stood next to montys head, preferring not to look at what they were doing below. sure, blood and gore didnt bother him in the least, but monty getting sliced open while he voluntarily stands aside? not pleasant. he stayed quiet, offering a hand for monty to hold. hed started feeling a pain in his side a bit before the doctor showed up, but ignored it, even as it steadily grew worse. he felt like it was sweltering in the room, causing him to sweat. when he heard "sir are you alright? youre bleeding." he thought they were talking to monty, which was a really odd thing to say to someone they were cutting open.

Pocket Butter

Monty heard the distress in the nurse's voice as two of them were now focused on Oscar, they saw that he was bleeding, and wanted to help. Monty was afraid, well for the nurses lives anyway, he looked to Oscar as they tried to offer assistance. He squeezed his hand, "I know you hate being here, I know you hate going through this but please Oscar... let them help you, please." he said begging him and looking up worried. "If not for the baby then for you, I don't want to lose you." he stated. His small hand was shaking in Oscar's hand and he was trying to keep calm and not cry, though it was really hard to. Until a thought crossed his mind and he make a choked sound between his crying and a laugh, before uttering out. "You left your belt on." he mumbled, wondering how the nurses would react to that.

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once oscar noticed attention was being aimed at him, he looked down to see the blood dripping down his legs, looking back up with clear panic in his eyes, he growled at the approach of the nurses, stepping closer to the bed monty was on. he looked down at monty with the same panicked expression mixed with indecision. he didnt want to leave monty getting sliced open, this wasnt a thing he wanted to budge on. the last comment threw him off guard, confusing him for a moment before half smiling for a second, "yeah- i did." he looked back up to the nurses, but made no move to listen to them, "this- this doesnt take long, i can wait, i'm fine. its fine." he was trying to comfort monty and talk him into letting him stay.

Pocket Butter

Monty was trembling tears were in his eye sockets, he looked at Oscar "B-babe, babe please let them help you." he stated. Trying to think quick. "I-if .. if they help, uh- th-the faster it comes out the faster we can get home a-and fuck." he stated. Which both was inappropriate and disproving of the doctors though they said nothing. The two nurses were intent on helping out as the blood kept puddling to the ground, Monty tried to keep the worry and fear from his voice, but how could he? He didn't let go of Oscar's hand "Y-you wont have to w-wear that belt anymore."

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odd flex for the situation, since oscar wasnt really thinking about sex at that moment, he frowned, realizing monty was trying to find any excuse to make him do what they wanted. this upset him more, and his grip loosened on montys hand while his other hand turned into a fist, expression distressed. "i- you dont-.. .. ok.." logically, he understood why it was important to go ASAP. he just felt it didnt matter compared to being by montys side. he had a flash of his nightmares, where he was told if he didnt let them violate him, theyd hurt monty. he got that same feeling here. no choice. he let go of montys hand completely, withdrawing both physically and mentally, but aggressively snapping when one of the nurses got too close for his comfort with a yelled "dont touch me!" he left the room with the two keeping their distance from him.

Pocket Butter

Monty had hoped that would help, nope. He figured he made it worse "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I hurt you..." he said as he choked up watching as Oscar again lashed out and left. He was crying more and started feeling woozy and sick. Would they be okay? Would he be okay? Monty was hysteric, repeatedly claiming it was his fault, that he hurt Oscar when he promised he never would. That he was putting him through this trauma instead of keeping him safe. The doctors were trying to keep Monty calm, saying that if he kept this up it would put him and the baby in danger. Monty didn't hear them, their voices disoriented and drowned out by loud ringing. Then all went dark.  "We lost him," one of the nurses stated looking at the monitor, "Let me get the baby out, resuscitate his soul." The doctor said, finally able to remove the baby who was lodged in Monty's pelvis. They cleaned its mouth and nose, gently rubbing the baby to get blood flow and circulation through it. The infant took its first breath and cried. The doctor handed them off to a nurse to get cleaned before turning back to Monty, he had a mask over his mouth, they pushed on his chest and squeezed the air into him. The doctor and nurse managed to resuscitate Monty, they sewn him up and after he started to rouse again they brought his baby in to him. He was delirious and confused, stressing out from not understanding what was going on. The nurse had to move the baby away from him again.

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oscar was greeted by two other nurses, both of which were clearly strong and used as backup for the more dangerous patients. they tried to get him to sit in a wheelchair, but he refused. they led him to a room at first to check the fetus activity, very quickly ruling that it was too late to try using anything to postpone the labor. they had to cut the lock on his chasity belt since he refused to cooperate and say where the keys were, though in his defense he wasnt entirely sure if monty had left them at the house or not. they moved him to another operation room, and it took several minutes for them to actually encourage him enough to lay down, one in particular seemed to know what buttons to push by saying "your partner wants you to do this." they injected him with quick pain meds and had someone stand by oscars shoulders to, unknowingly to oscar, use calming magic on him to try keeping him put without escalating the situation. the fetus was in distress by now, and oscar was feeling very tired and weak from bloodloss, contributing to his compliance. they cut him open, wasting no time in removing the baby as quickly as they could. the cutting was painful, though thankfully dulled. once removed, oscar turned his head away from where they had the baby and were working on it. there was clearly something wrong with it, the room was silent, no crying.

he felt sick. it was like a repeat. once they stitched him up, he attempted sitting up, only to be held in place by the guy above him. he growled, but it was more like a grumble, he felt tired, giving up and staying put with a frown. the doctor or perhaps head nurse? he wasnt sure who had just sliced him open, but he honestly didnt care. they told him something about the baby not being able to breath, but he wasnt really listening. the only thing he could think of was waiting for an opportunity to leave. his distracted behavior was pretty clear, the nurses setting him up with an iv bag of blood and added something in it to make him more sleepy, knocking his ass out. they moved him to a room and ended up strapping his arms down to keep him there.

Pocket Butter

One of the doctors that had operated on Oscar would take care of the baby, working to resuscitate it, rubbing its back and body the same as they had done to the other. Gently patting it and getting the fluids out, the baby was so incredibly tiny. After a time they managed to get its lungs cleared, then put a Endotracheal tube down its throat to help it breathe. The nurse cleaned off the baby, swaddled it and put it into an incubator, hooking it up to the other necessary things before checking on the first delivered baby. She knew it was urgent to get them to feed and bond with the parent, but with how distressed Monty was, he had been momentarily rejecting the baby. The nurse had put the two together side by side, one in the hospitals cradle the other in the incubator. She watched them, making sure the preemie would be alright. "I... I hope they both come around.." she stated. Monty's eyes were rolling as he fought to keep himself awake and under control. The stress and anxiety taking a toll on him, he kept asking for Oscar, where was Oscar? The doctor came in and told Monty he needed to take care of his baby, Monty didn't understand what he was saying. "Baby?" Monty asked breathless, oh yeah, I came to the hospital to give birth. "Where... where are they?" The doctor sighed grateful Monty remembered, he disappeared then came back after a while holding the baby in his arms before passing him over to Monty.

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All of this had transpired unknown to jillie and oxana, who had taken a flight thinking theyd be back before montys scheduled c section. obviously that didnt work out. the hospital would have contacted sal again, who in turn would contact his parents again, who immediately dropped what they were doing to catch the quickest flight back. which wouldnt be easy since it was christmas.  oscar wasnt out of it for long, his body was in fight or flight mode and it was trying to counteract the meds that werent given in a high enough dosage to keep him asleep. he twitched awake to the feeling of being rolled to another room, at the request of monty. he quickly pretended he was still asleep so the nurses wouldnt notice. he heard some voices, but wasnt able to focus on what was being said, feeling tired and everything felt sluggish and blurry. he waited for the voices to walk away before opening his eyes and shifting to sit up, quickly realizing his hands were strapped down. he frowned, tugging on them, feeling a sharp pain where he'd been cut open, but ignoring it in favor of trying to break the straps, unaware of his surroundings and that monty was in them, and not completely aware of why or what happened either, considering the drugs fogging his mind.

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Monty was sitting up on his bed, staring at the tiny being in his arms, it wasn't exactly like holding Lorenzo because this baby was different, it was his and Oscar's baby. He was overwhelmed with emotion and started sobbing as he held the baby close to him, cupping its tiny head and rocking gently. "Its okay, Papa's here don't cry.. Daddy will be here too." he said, and after he finished stating that the doctors brought Oscar in. They took a moment to asked Monty how he was feeling, explained how to breast feed, and also that they had the other baby and they were still taking care of it. Monty nodded and watched as they left, not even a moment after Oscar popped up on the bed trying to get free. Monty held the baby gently in his arms, he had still yet to feed it, watching Oscar. How was he going to introduce him? Would Oscar reject the baby? Monty choked up and looked down at the baby, "Its not your fault, its mine... I put him through this hell..." he mumbles kissing the baby on the head. He sniffled choking up a little more, trying to settle down.  Then, suddenly doing something that was probably fairly dangerous, Monty got up and out of the bed. He went over to Oscar's side and took his hand, squeezing it. "I'm here babe, I'm okay. Its safe.. its alright." he whispered softly and nuzzled into his face wanting to help calm him down. And also trying not to squish the baby too much between them.

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Oscar startled at the sudden touch, his eyesight not up to par when he was drugged, normally he'd have seen the movement(though normally he'd also have studied his surroundings too) yanking back as much as he could while strapped before recognizing it was monty. oh shit, right, monty was here. "monty?" he frowned in confusion, relaxing a bit, making him feel more tired. he continued pulling on the straps, though he laid back more now that monty was here, before he brilliantly realized monty could unstrap him. he still hadnt noticed the baby, his sluggish mind assuming he was holding a blanket or something. "canya- undo these for me?" his voice sounded slow, clearly still drugged along with being tired as fuck from stress and blood loss.

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Monty let out a relieved sound, "Yeah baby, of course I can." he stated softly, he knew Oscar had a flight response every time he was in a hospital. He knew he would run away if given the chance, but it was a risk he was willing to take. Monty put his baby into the cradle they offered then walked back over to him. Trying not to choke up again, he was scared, he could see Oscar was under a lot of stress. Once he got his husband free of the confines he pulls him up carefully and brings him over to his own bed and attempts to lay him down. "Shh shh...its okay babe, its just me and you, we are going to lay here for a little bit and get our strength back okay?" he asked softly petting Oscar's face and giving him small kisses and attention. He sniffled and started singing softly, "Don't worry...'bout a thing, everything is gonna be okay," he snuggled closer to Oscar and kept singing softly.

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Oscar rubbed his wrists once they were free, stumbling a little as monty led him to the other bed, dragging the iv bag and pole behind him, cooperating with monty easily. he felt confused, but so tired, and monty was there, and he sounded calm, though the crying was concerning. he vaguely wondered if he was dying or some shit, mumbling a "shouldnt you be celebrating" to monty, part of his dark humor that monty should be glad if he was dying, though in the situation, it sounded as if he meant celebrate because of the babies. he wrapped his arms around monty, hugging him close and almost immediately conking out. it'd be hours until he woke up, with monty in his arms, his sleepstate would assume he was back home in bed and all was normal.

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"Shh baby," he didnt take that statement as anything. "Right now just rest, you're safe and so am I. I'm here." he kissed Oscar on the mouth. "I love you." he whispered. Monty had stayed with Oscar as much as he could, then reached over to pull the cradle close to him and carefully took the baby out of the cradle again. It started making tiny noises, Monty held it close, and nervously lifted the front of his gown and offered a breast to the baby. Anxious. At first the newborn didnt take right away, and Monty kept adjusting them trying to get the baby in the right spot. Then it finally took, feeding for the first time. He let out a quiet sight, admiring the tiny baby in his arms, but he kept wondering about the other, had Oscar's baby made it? No one told him any news of the other, except that they still had it in intensive care. Monty swallowed back the lump in his throat and let out a breath. Its okay, its going to be okay. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." Monty whispered looking at Oscar as he held and fed the baby next to him.

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Oscar slept for several hours, montys scent nearby making him feel safe. the nurse that checked on them was obviously perturbed that not only were oscars straps removed, but he was also in montys bed, meaning both had been up and about. they lightly scolded monty, since he was the only one awake and also they were pretty frightened of oscar. theyd come back later to move the beds so they were touching and strapped the beds together by the bars so the two would have more room. while doing this and lifting the sheets, there was a noticable amount of blood staining the sheets under oscar. his mother had called, asking for an update, which led to the explanation of everything and she signed off on them keeping him drugged so he could heal and wouldnt have to deal with him most certainly getting out of bed and trying to run off. he woke up very momentarily while they moved him to the other side of the bed to clean the sheets, with the help of another nurse, and replacing his iv bag, along with another bag of liquid to keep him asleep. his short consciousness included being confused, not recognizing the people near him and growling at them before he fell back asleep. one of the nurses would eventually come in to update monty on the smaller baby with good news of stability.

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Monty stayed with Oscar the entire time, giving a bit of a fight when he was scolded and about the being moved, he half demanded them not to touch him or separate them. For some reason he was feeling tense and defensive towards them, his soul thumping in his chest. Sure Monty didn't have pure fighting or sharp teeth to back himself up, but the stress was building. And he just wanted to be left alone, the doctors had done what they needed but Monty was still restless. He even had the balls to bite one of the doctors who was trying to change Oscar's gown, he demanded them to leave it and let Oscar sleep. He also protectively tucked their baby between them, though after the longer time of silence dragging on he was starting to nod off. Jerking awake every few moments his head went down, the nurse came in to explain to Monty about the premature baby's health and vitals stabilizing. He half understood what that meant as his tired and stressed brain wouldn't comprehend. He muttered "Can't we have them? Thats our baby..." he grumbles.

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the nurse left, wishing monty good sleep. oscar woke up early the next morning, as his mind and body were convinced he was perfectly fine and he needed to get shit done. upon waking, he was calm because monty was right there next to him, until he noticed the room was way too white. that wasnt the color of his walls. he makes a low noise of pain when he sits up, because one of the nurses forgot to refill the iv drip containing the pain medication and sleepytime drugs.  holidays. he looks around the room, having to really try focusing his thoughts to figure out what the fuck was going on. with monty laying there, and being more aware and less panicked, he wasnt ready to bolt and just leave him. the movement of something next to montys side of the bed caught his eye and- oh thats a baby. thats definitely a baby. his mind went blank for a moment before it came to him- of course, they were here because monty was in labor. was this their baby? well thats a stupid question, why would there be someone elses baby in our room? then of course the flood of everything else that happened, while some of it was blurry, he definitely remembered the whole bleeding ordeal. he felt sick again. there wasnt a second baby in sight and feeling his stomach, it wasnt as taut as it had been. he really had killed it. no surprise, right? at least they had montys baby. he hoped monty wouldnt ask him to try carrying another one, its not like he was fun to be around while pregnant, so surely he'd rather oscar stay unpregnated. he stared at the little hospital crib thing- he wasnt sure what they were called- with the little newborn in it. or at least, little to him. he wasnt sure how to feel. he wasnt sure he was cut out to be a real father. clearly.

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Monty stayed asleep, he was exhausted, he put the baby into the cradle and fell asleep after a while. And a few good times in the dead of night he woke up to feed the baby, but this time in the morning only Oscar and the newborn was awake. It's eyes were still closed, though a few times it would move its arms or feet. After a moment feeling Oscar moving about Monty started waking up too. "What time is it?" he mumbled in a groggy tired voice. His maternal instincts kicking in for him to get up and feed the baby again, he sat up and yawned. Not even realizing the front of his gown was basically hanging off the front of him as he was to tired to fix it after falling asleep.  Monty shifted a little in the bed and pulled the cradle closer leaning in and carefully taking the tiny baby out. The infant was very much like the two of them, it had greyish bones like Oscar, and little moles on its face like Monty. It also had a little nubby tail sticking out of a specially designed diaper. Monty yawned and held the baby close to nurse it, waking up a little more. He knew how Oscar would probably react around the baby, he did the same to Lorenzo as well. Monty said nothing and gently sang to the baby rocking it while he fed it. "Arent you a handsome little man.. just like your father."

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Oscar jumped a little at monty's movement, having been deep in thought. he glanced around the room for a clock before answering "uhh, 5:10.. am." he frowned "been here the whole night huh?" he didnt expect an answer, just talking outloud to himself. he looked back down at monty, even if he wasnt feeling great, he sure did love the sight of titty in the morning. he watched monty silently, not making any move towards or away from him and the baby. he didnt want to ask about what happened to the other one. feeling another wave of guilt. he looked down at his hands for a moment before looking back to the two. "you feelin ok? sorry i was.. asleep.."

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"Thats fine babe, you needed the rest." Monty stated smiling at him, once the baby had its fill Monty burped them then put the baby back into the cradle. Then shifted over trying not to strain anything and gave Oscar much needed kisses. He wanted them too, and he was glad Oscar was feeling better, or at least he hoped he was. He let out a soft breath as he drew back feeling butterflies race about his stomach, and smiled at him cupping the side of his face. "Here is my husband, just as handsome as ever." he stated letting out a small giggle. He was about to kiss on Oscar again when there was a light knocking on the door. Monty draws back and looks over as a nurse came inside, she walked over to Monty's side of the bed and leaned over, without saying anything placed a wrapped bundle into his arms an walked out. Monty was partially confused by that reaction, then it quickly occurred to him that this was the other baby. "Hello there precious." Monty said softly as he carefully moved the blanket away from the tiny baby's face where it was bundled. He reached in and took the tiny hand that was there, and felt himself tear up before he started crying. "Gosh, they are so beautiful," he choked out, wiping his face and lightly laughing. "Guess I'm no longer the one with the tiniest hands and feet huh?" he asked the baby as if it could answer him before giving it a kiss to its skull. "I wonder if it would eat." Monty moved his gown once more and the breast he had not used to feed the first baby he attempted to feed this one with. A little hesitant hoping the tiny infant knew how to feed, it took even longer then the first, but this one finally took hold of Monty's nipple and nursed. "There go you," he said more tears flooding his eyes.

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oscar smiled a bit at monty gushing, happy that he was happy. though when the nurse silently brought in a very small bundle, he had flashbacks. that wasnt normal. nurses normally said something all cutesy or excited or some shit. though oscar wasnt aware that monty had gone and bit a nurse, probably causing the less then friendly reaction.  oscar was certain it was dead and he did not want to be in this situation again, physically pulling back and moving away on the bed, he tensed up and averted his eyes like before. he wasnt going to look at a dead baby he caused. montys comments made him feel sick, since he thought monty was crying and talking about a dead infant. the eating comment threw him completely off, but it wasnt out of the question for a parent to react oddly to a dead newborn and try caring for it. oscar sat still and tensed, looking at the window on the other side of the room, unsure what to do in this repeated, but very different situation. after all, wes never tried to nurse their dead infant. or at least, he didnt think he did.

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Monty didnt push Oscar into the situation, he was just looking at the baby and nursing it. Talking softly and gently, the infant took hold of one of Monty's fingers and held it while it fed. "Aw my gosh you have a teeny tiny tail, oh my goodness." Monty gushed over the baby trying to stay calm but he couldnt. The tiny tail was about the size of one of his fingers. "I think you are going to be cross with me a moment here but I just got to see all of you." Monty gently lays the baby between his legs and unwraps it from the blanket like a present on Christmas. - Well, the babies were a present on Christmas the best ones Monty could ever want. Once the blanket was drawn away from the baby it tucked up with its legs crossed and its arms up against its chest and head and stuck its tongue out. Monty examined the tiny baby and gently touched it all over, making sure nothing was out of ordinary. Besides the fact that it was super tiny and a little underweight the baby seemed alright. Monty couldnt stop touching the baby's tiny feet. "Now I see why you like doing that to me so much." he stated, then wraps the infant back up to keep it warm.

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this was going on far longer than he was comfortable with, starting to wonder if monty was having a breakdown talking and gushing over what he thought was a dead infant. feeling confused and completely at a loss of would to do, he just stayed silent and kept his distance. if monty was having a breakdown, it didnt really sound like a bad one. at least, not the weeping, upset sort of breakdown. just a really uncomfortable loss of reality one. which he certainly wouldnt judge monty for how he coped, but he didnt want to touch or see the thing he'd fucked up. a different nurse walked up to the doorway, seeing on the computer that the previous nurses shift forgot to replace oscars iv drip. he knocked lightly as he entered and smiled, walking around the bed to the iv drips, three bags in hand "are you in pain?" oscar shrugged, "a little." they nodded, "sorry about that, let me change out your bags. since youve um, calmed down, we can leave off the sleep aid. i ask that you please stay in bed though, it was a rough Caesarean." oscar didnt respond, knowing it was his fault. always his fault. they spoke up again, seeing that oscar was tense and wasnt connecting to the baby, "i uh, just wanted to tell you its ok to feel detached at first to your baby, its actually pretty common. it might help if you tried to hold them." oscar of course, didnt like this change of topic, though with their words he became confused. wait, was is actually alive? the nurse reattached the bags and left. oscar sat silently for a while before getting the courage to glance over at monty, trying to determine if it was alive or not.

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Monty looked up at the nurse as he came in to put the iv bag back on the hook, he smiled at him faintly before looking back down. He was rather smitten with the tiny infant, of course he loved his own as well. He had the baby laying on its back again, it was sort of stretching, spreading out its tiny toe beans and even yawned. Monty heard the other baby make noise as if sensing its sibling, "Thats right little handsome man, your sibling is here." Monty gets the first baby out of the cradle and lays them down together. They were both small, one of them much smaller then the other. But as the two were placed together they nestled close and clung onto each other, Monty gently pets their heads. Monty drew in a soft breath, a little nervous to look at Oscar, but he did and smiled "Would you like to meet your children?" he asked, reaching over to take Oscar's hand in his. "We made it, see?" he said happy tears in his eyes. "We made our little family."

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oh. it was alive. he felt emotionally blank from how fast things were changing. just yesterday he was sliced open after watching his partner sliced open and then the flashbacks and practically hearing wes yelling at him all over again while he was forced to hold his cold dead infant. he watched silently as monty got the first one out again, putting them next to each other. seeing the size difference made him feel sick. it was clear they werent very healthy compared to their sibling. he looked away again, hesitating to answer monty. he was glad monty was happy, he didnt want to ruin it for him. he forced a smile in return, making a half assed joke "meet em? known em for months." the joke fell flat and he quickly looked away again. he was having a hard time getting a grip on the situation, even though it was something to be expected for months.

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Monty understood his feelings, he drew his hand back. "I'm not upset with you." he said suddenly as he turns his complete attention to the infants who were still clinging comfortably to each other, he wraps them up "I'd have no reason to be, even if the baby was lost. It would not of been your fault," he continued as he gently tucked the babies in "After all you didn't ask to be pregnant, you didn't even want to be." he settles back on the bed letting out a faint pained sigh. "So I would not of held it against you if something happened to them, and thats alright." he said his hand on the smaller one, watching it move. "Even if things didnt turn out right, even if they are smaller then the other, they are alive. And in good health, the nurse said that they were a little underweight, but thats okay. I can keep them fed." he brings his hand up to his stomach. "And even if you don't want to look at them, or hold them or anything right now, thats okay too. I'm just..glad you stayed." he said softly and looked over at him. "These two will always be here, so when you are ready... you can."

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Oscar stayed silent, the urge to argue it not being his fault strong, but he kept his mouth shut, knowing it wouldnt do any good and didnt really matter. Looking at the babies again though, he mumbled out "I could've done better.." he could've taken a lot better care of himself and the baby. It wasnt just the previa and early delivery that had made them small and weak. He brought his hands up to his face to rub it, already feeling tired again. He didnt want to be in the hospital, but he was pretty sure leaving was out of the question for several reasons. Plus, he wanted to make sure monty was healing, and if he left, monty might follow. Sighing, he leaned back against the bed. "Cant expect you to do all tha work. Im.. I'm not gonna be a deadbeat dad like mine was." He suddenly wondered then if that's what happened to his father. What if the reason he skipped out was because he felt like hed be a shitty dad? All hed done was guarantee it. He frowned with his eyes closed, before opening them and staring at the ceiling, putting an arm around monty and scooting closer. He tried to think of something positive to say. "So.. guess this means I cant suck your tits anymore, huh?" Close enough.

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Monty was humming gently in the quiet of the hospital, he was watching the babies sleeping. "Of course you wont be a deadbeat father, like mine.. dumping me off at the orphanage because I wasn't going to make it." he rubs one of the babies gently and saw it stretch from being touched. "We wont be anything like our fathers." he stated with spite in his voice. He felt Oscar put his arm around him and pull closer, he was staring at their babies for a moment. "Honestly... I was afraid you hated me.." he stated feeling his jaw quivering as he choked up. "I ... I'm sorry." he started crying more, the emotion causing the babies to move more and react. He was faintly gasping as he sobbed, wiping at his face more. "I am so sorry... I hic I promised you I'd never hurt you, b-but then I .. I went and - and made you l-live through your nightmare." he wipes at his face, still emotional of course. "I am so s-sorry I - sobs p-put you through tha-a-at." he gasps his body shaking from his hard crying. "Y-you must of been so sc-scared."  Monty wasn't even sure why he was hysteric, but it had been on his mind the whole time. Being pregnant wasn't anyone's fault, it was just what happened. He sniffles as he tried to calm himself down, wiping his face and nose. "Y-you did a good job of taking care of me, so you'll do a great job taking care of them." he huffed trying to catch his breath. "A-and you are allowed to - suck them whenever you want b-but you gotta leave some for the babies."

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Oscar was startled by the sudden change and sobbing, looking down at him in confused concern. He rubbed montys shoulder, hugging him with the arm he had around him "oh sweetheart, ya didnt make me do anything. I'm a big boy, I make my own decisions." Though heavily influenced by others. But he didnt blame monty. Sure, he didnt really want it, but he didnt want to get rid of it enough to actually do it either. "I could never hate ya. There was always that little voice in the back saying 'that's gonna be a cute as shit baby' what with my gorgeous looks and your unfathomable beauty. How could I deny the world somethin that'll turn out that amazing? And me? Scared? Never baby, I'm too tough and manly for that." He was joking, removing his arm from around monty to flex his arms in a pose. He was already feeling better now that there wasn't a tiny being inside of him. A lot better. He lifted montys chin to pepper kisses to his cheek, stopping at his mouth for a more drawn out one. Kisses always made him feel better, so hopefully theyd help monty too.

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Monty sniffles and cries a little as he tried to calm down, listening to Oscar and sort of giggling when he flexed. He was glad Oscar was feeling better he kissed him back, the longer one made him feel better as well and he leaned into it. "I love you babe." Monty said giving another peck to his chin. Then being careful of the sleeping babies he leaned against Oscar and nuzzled into him. "Twins..." he mumbles under his breath, he still couldn't believe he had two babies, and they were with someone he loved dearly. He took Oscar's hand and laced their fingers together while he snuggled with him, the babies tucked up close to him.

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Oscar seemed to get uncomfortable, tensing  with the mention of the babies again, but he put his arm back around monty and laid back in the bed closing his eyes, still tired. He wasnt sure this domestic lifestyle was going to fit him well or that he even wanted it. But he didnt want to be like his dad either, who chose to leave them behind in favor of his rock band or whatever the fuck. It's not like he didnt want kids, he just.. didnt want to give up his current lifestyle either. He didnt want to be some boring soccer dad. He didnt want to give up his not-so-kid-friendly things. He rubbed his thumb against montys hand laced with his. Leaving was never a considered option, because he never wanted to be without monty. Even if he didnt want to be tame and domestic, he supposed if that's what monty wanted, hed go along with it. Hed do anything for him. Even if He hadnt gotten up to gall to hold or touch his newborns yet. But it's not like he had to, right? It wasnt a rushed thing. It's not like theyd combust if he didnt hold them. They wouldnt even remember today. It was unlikely theyd remember anything of their first 2 years. Hopefully theyd never know what a weak coward of a father he was.  His grip had tightened slightly on montys hand and he quickly loosened it when he realized, trying to relax in this uncomfortable building. He shifted on the bed so he was on his side, pulling monty close to snuggle, he felt a slickness between his legs. Whether is was regular slick or blood, he wasnt sure, but he 100% didnt care. Who knew being in a hospital killed his libido? Well, maybe not killed, but certainly dulled. Then again, that couldve been the drugs too. He was effectively ignoring the bundled babies between them too. He needed time.

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Monty had known it was hard for Oscar to give up his free lifestyle, though no one said he had to. After all it was his choice to do what he wanted, just because he was married and a father now didn't mean he was tied down. Monty didn't care, just as long as he didn't leave. Oscar didn't have to be a dad if he didn't want to be, Monty knew it was hard on him as it was. And through the years they had been through a lot, Monty wasn't going to force him to change or do anything he didn't want to. He laid his head against Oscar's shoulder and cuddled with him feeling him squeezing his hand. Was he regretting settling and having a family with him? Was that truly even something Oscar wanted? Monty tried pushing the thoughts from his mind. "Uoh god-" he shifts and gets up from the bed as quickly as he could without tussling the babies too much and went into the bathroom. He started throwing up, and when his stomach was empty he dry heaved. There was a knock on the door and after a moment the door opened and Atlas walked in, a nervous smile on his face. "Hey, sorry to barge in wanted ta stop by an sees how yous guys were doin'." he noticed Monty wasn't there, "Eh, did I come at a bad time? I can come back some otha' time." Monty came out of the bathroom wiping his mouth, "No.. youre fine." he went over to the bed and put the twins into the cradles then sat on the edge of the bed. Sweat collecting around his skull. Atlas walked over to him "Are yas doin okay there Monty?" he asked concerned. Monty didn't answer him, he looked like he was going to be sick again, before dry heaving. Atlas put a trash bin in front of him.

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Oscar sat up painfully quick when monty rushed off, almost following before he seen he was going to the bathroom to barf. he stayed put, listening silently. there wasnt anything he could really do to help and in the back of his mind a little voice whispered he's sick of you. everyone can smell your weakness. he stared blankly down at the babies until atlas walked in, to which he also looked blankly at for a moment before shrugging to the question, unsure what to answer.  he watched monty come out and move the babies, and he scooted ever so slightly toward the edge of the bed when monty sat down before pausing in his action and instead shifting to rub montys back. if he left now, said he wanted to grab something, like coffee, and just left the building, would anyone really notice? no, it wasnt a smart or logical thought, and he didnt want to leave monty, but the growing uncomfortableness of being here was starting to seep in.  every little aspect was becoming a prominent thorn in his side. the voices in the halls, the needle in his arm, the minimal clothing, the smell of the hospital, monty sick of him(whether or not it was true), all stacking up like bricks on his chest. he stayed quiet, breathing slow and calculated, doing what he could to alleviate montys discomfort by rubbing his back.

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Monty felt Oscar rubbing his back and looked at Atlas "I want to go home.. I want to go home with Oscar and sleep in my own bed." he stated. "I know sweetheart, but ya guys gotta stay a lil longer just to make sure yous okay." Atlast said frowning. Then he got up and looked into the cradles at the babies, it was just like him and Monty all over again. He turned and smiled at them. "Ey, I got an idea. I can pull a favor in for tha doc yea? I'll be right back." Atlas left the room leaving the two alone again. Monty sighed shaking a little as he caught his breath, trying not to dry heave again. He looked to Oscar, they both looked pretty beat. "We will go home soon okay babe? I promise." he puts his hand on Oscar's chest, "We can sleep in our own bed, and binge watch movies, and eat good food." Altas came back in with paperwork which he had filed out and hands to Monty and Oscar smiling. "Here, got ya a get outta' "jail" free card." he chuckled pleased with himself. "Jus sign here an here, and yous guys can go home." Monty looked at it where he and Oscar needed to sign, then looked at Atlas. "Don't we-." before he could finish Atlas added. "Yous guys just need a lot of bed rest, James can come an check on yas, and me an the wife can help care for tha babies until ya good enough for it too." he rubs his neck "I .. uh .. hears takin care of twins is a handful." he looked at them. "I uh mean, only if ya want to." Monty was looking at the papers, he knew Oscar hated hospitals and staying here longer wasn't in his to-do list. He looks over at the twins for a moment, "Actually... I .. I'm going to stay here. Could you take Oscar home maybe? I just want to make sure the twins are okay before I really take them out of here."

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oscar reacted with a weak tail thump at the touch to his chest, but when atlas returned with the news, his expression slowly morphed into a dark frown. by the end of it, he ended up snapping loudly with a growl to his voice "i dont need a damn release form, i can leave whenever i want!" he bared his teeth for a moment, before turning to face the window, knowing the outburst was completely uncalled for, but god damn it, this entire thing was bullshit. they drugged him, he should kill them. he shook his head, knowing that too was completely uncalled for to think. they were just trying to help. he stood up, grabbing his clothes from the duffle bag and quickly changing right there in front of them, where there was obvious blood still slowly leaking from between his legs, along with ripping the iv from his arm. he turned, walking briskly, pausing at the door. he didnt want to make monty upset by just storming out. he turned, quickly giving a kiss to montys cheek "ill see ya later." he gently took the papers from montys hand before crumpling them and tossing them to the floor, shooting a glare at atlas, again knowing it was uncalled for, but he was pissed and atlas happened to be the only other person in the room he could be pissed at. he left, to which was noticed by a couple nurses who tried to stop him, but a glare and growl was a clear sign to keep their distance, and by the time they called security to go to the exits and stop him, he'd somehow slipped from the building from an unknown exit. maybe it was from oscar yelling earlier, but the smaller baby started crying for the first time.

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Both Monty and Atlas were startled by the outburst, and Atlas automatically put his arms around Monty. "Sorry-" was all he could utter out. He watched him kiss Monty before leaving, then looked to his brother after the door slowly closed his soul pounding. Atlas heard the other baby crying and looked over at it, then being careful took it out of the crib. "Guess it doesn't like that its ...daddy left." he said and handed them to Monty who appeared to be in shock. Atlas took out the other baby and held it as he sat next to Monty "Hey, its gonna be okay ya? He'd come back .. I think, jus' needs to blow off some steam." Monty didn't say anything he just held the tiny baby against him, shaking. Monty felt tears brimming his eyes before rolling down his cheeks, startled Atlas put the baby on the bed between him and Monty before taking the smaller baby. "Hey- hey its okay .. don't cry, everythings gonna be okay. I didn't mean ta make him upset.. .I was .. I was just tryin ta ... sorry I suppose'n I shoulda just. .minded my own.." he sighed, looking down at the smaller baby. "Its just like yous ya know?" he gently touches the baby's face. "Ma an pa said yous tha smaller one between us. Still am I guess." he looked up at Monty who walked over to the bathroom,  "Monty? Yous -..." before he could say anything further the door shut and he heard a click. Atlas got up in a mild panic, putting the twins back in the cribs then went over to the door. "H-hey buddy ya aint gotta lock tha door, come on its okay uh ... " Atlas wracked his brain, how was he going to convince his brother to come out? Especially when he didn't want to. Even Atlas started to choke up, "Please .. ya aint gotta listen ta me. .but .. come on tha babies need ya don't lock yerself in." he said leaning on the door. "Ya was so excited ta becomin' a dad..I can't leave I don't want tha babbies to be out here by themselves. Come on Monty, open tha door."

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oscar quickly made his way to his parked car, unlocking and hopping in it, he started it and pulled out fast, making a skid sound as he sped away. he had no idea where to go, his house was empty and lonely. but he also felt like no one would want to be bothered by him. sal would only fret and worry. he was just a burden to everyone, he knew that especially after how monty had to make up whatever he could to get him to listen. he was a child that monty felt he had to babysit. he parked the car eventually in some empty parking lot and put his head on the steering wheel to try thinking of what to do while trying not to cry. if he went home, he risked his parents or sal coming to scold him. like the child you are. he'd pick somewhere else to stay for now, somewhere they wouldnt find him. the baby quieted when it was picked up, but after being sat down again it started wailing pitifully, tiny lungs not making as loud of a cry as most other newborns.

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Hearing his twin crying the bigger baby cried too, he couldn't find where the other was so he couldn't comfort him. Atlas struggled trying to coax and convince Monty to come out of the bathroom half begging him, explaining the babies needed him and that he didn't mean to make Oscar leave. Monty didnt answer he didnt even open the door. Altas tried not to panic and went back over to the babies, what was he going to do? He couldn't care for them, he didn't have what the babies needed. He tensed up, then went over to the door and shouted "Come out of there!!! Don't be tha way da was!! Don't be a selfish asshole! Tha babbies need yous!" he panted at his outburst. Still nothing, he put his head against the door. "Look .. I know yer hurtin', but .. right now, tha babbies are important. They need ya." He waited quietly, hoping, hoping that ,that would of convinced his twin to come out.  "Ya not like dis Montague," he left the door and went over to the twins taking them both out carefully. He held them in his arms and rocked them trying to sooth the babies. "When ya grows up, ya can both hate me for chasin off yer daddies..." he sighed. The bigger of the two clung onto Atlas, he felt and almost smelt like Monty to him. It was familiar, so he calmed down. Atlas sighed rocking them, before he softly sang, a lullaby his mum used to sing to him.

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oscar would be driving for a while before he'd stop at a hotel and get a room to sleep in, feeling incredibly tired, especially due to the blood loss he didnt get to fully recover from and still slowly leaking out of him. he crawled under the covers, ignoring his bloodied pants and falling into an uncomfortable sleep. the smaller baby didnt quiet right away, having gotten worked up, but being weak, it didnt take more a couple minutes of crying before it got tuckered out and stopped, unable to keep up the energy of crying. though with the commotion, a nurse wouldve heard and come to check on them.

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Atlas was sitting there trying to calm his anxiety, he was a nervous wreck "Onna dem left an- an my brotha locked himself in tha bathroom. He ain't comin out, please doc can ya do something?" he asked worried as he held the twins. Monty still didn't come out of the bathroom, though when he heard the babies quiet down he came out after a moment. Saying nothing he walked over to them and took them from Atlas, then sits on the bed to feed them both. "Shh Papa is here..." he said softly, "I'm not goin anywhere." Atlas sighed softly looking at them. "I .. I'm gonna get on home-" "No." Monty cut him off, choking up "Please.. don't leave me here alone." he stated, begging. Atlas looked at him, then to his phone and texted Maude he was going to be staying awhile. He leans over and kisses Monty on the skull before covering him up with the blanket.

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jillie and oxana would have arrived by noon, asking what happened before sighing at the answer and somberly gushing over how cute the babies were. jillie would offer to sit and stay with monty for the night, if he wanted the company, while sal and oxana went to search for oscar(no luck). oscar eventually woke up late that night, ending up sleeping the entire day. he felt sick and in pain. he slowly got out of bed, wincing and groaning. shoulda stole the pain meds on his way out. he noticed the time and made the decision to go back to the hospital, not only to swipe some pain relief, but also to check in with monty. he didnt like leaving him there, but thats what rash decisions get you.

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Monty had half a mind to leave the hospital, Atlas had left a while after Jillie and Oxana showed up, apologizing again for something he didn't really have to be sorry for. Monty looked exhausted, and he didn't sleep at all. He stayed there with the twins, holding them and feeding them every few hours. He didn't even talk to Oscar's Moms either, he just stared down at the twins, exhausted. Monty did not respond to anyone in the room, he fought sleep for so long hoping Oscar would come back. Though all that came through the door were nurses, who repeatedly told him he needed to sleep, he ignored them. It wasn't until early in the morning when Monty could no longer stay awake that he gave in. He let Jillie take the babies from him, allowing exhaustion to overtake him and pass out. One of the nurses came back in to check on the babies to see how they were doing, she knew the smallest needed the intensive care even though it appeared to be doing alright. Worried the nurse explained that the baby needed its parent, after checking its vitals and giving it a bit of a supplement boost the nurse left.

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Jillie had taken care of the babies once monty finally passed out, she went with them to the nursery, or well, the smaller one. the healthier one they left in the cradle in montys room and just had a nurse nearby to listen out for crying. (they were probably worried to take it to the nursery since monty would get so protective) oscar had driven his pained ass back down to the hospital and first snagged some meds (more like stole). he injected a needle of a small dose in his arm, leaning against the wall in the closet he'd hid in to wait for it to kick in, which didnt take too long. oh, sweet relief. he still felt tired and sick, but at least he wasnt in as much pain. he shoved the vial in his pocket and trashed the needle before sneaking his way down the nearly empty halls. being 2am, there wasnt a ton of staff bustling around and most everyone was asleep. he slipped into montys room unnoticed, seeing monty was asleep. he didnt want to bother him, he looked tired. the bigger of the two babies was next to the bed still. the smaller no where in sight. which honestly was a relief to him. the sight of it made him uncomfortable with guilt. this one didnt though. he leaned over the cradle, putting a hand in to gently play with its tiny hand and couldnt help but smile at how small it was and even if it was the bigger one, he could only think 'how can you exist being so tiny?'

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Monty had dark rings under his eyes, he stayed asleep the whole time. He hadn't even heard Oscar come in or stir from his sleep. Though his head was filled with depressed thoughts and nightmares, so his sleep wasn't comfortable. The baby in the crib held Oscar's finger with one hand, with his legs tucked up Oscar could see his tiny tail. He yawned and stuck his tongue out his eyes still closed, babies slept a lot. One of the nurses had come in to check on Monty and the babies, and seeing Oscar there gave her a start, she gasped and dropped the things she was holding. Her eyes darted over to the bed seeing Monty was still asleep, but the sound startled the baby and he started crying.

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Oscar jumps at the sound, looking back at the nurse with a glare, he snaps at them "if ya know whats good for you, you wont say shit about me being here, got it?" he easily lifts the small baby into his arms, a little nervous to hold a newborn, but its not like he hadnt done it before with others kids.

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The nurse looked at him confused, before picking up the things she had. She said nothing to him then walked over to where Monty was and started hooking him up with an IV and to a monitor to keep track of his vitals. Since Monty rejected any of the food or drink he was offered since Oscar left he was dehydrated. The nurses didn't even get a chance to bring them food before hand either since they were still making sure the babies were stabilized. She then handed Oscar a feeding syringe that had a supplement the same thing given to the premature baby would be given to this one as well. Then she turned to the door, seeing that Oscar was watching her every move she put her finger against her lips, then walked out the door closing quietly behind her.

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Oscar did his best to feed the little bundle the syringe of whatever it was. he remembered when ozzi was little, theyd give her medicine, so maybe the baby was sick. was that his fault? it probably was. everything was his fault. he sat on the other side of the bed, they hadnt detached the beds, still leaving the two strapped together. he hadnt eaten either that day, having been sleeping the whole time. the only thing he’d done was grab a shower and new clothes before he left the hotel.

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The baby had taken the supplement though it was probably gross as he scrunched his face, and sort of stuck his tongue out like he was trying to spit it out even though he didn't know how to. Then the baby yawned when Oscar went to sit down near Monty. So far it was still dark outside, the sun was yet to come up. No one bothered them either, the baby was making tiny noises but didn't cry or fuss. Just in a way 'talking', he closed his little hands into fists and fell asleep after another yawn. His little tail nub wiggled before tucking up between his legs.

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oscar couldnt help but smile at how fucking cute this baby was, and as much as he wanted to bounce it around, he was pretty sure newborns didnt appreciate that kind of action and would have to wait a good month or two. he kissed the top of its head, snuggling it close to him and moving to lay back on the bed with them. he was pretty fucking hungry, so he sent a text for a delivery of food, not just for him but for monty too. he ordered breakfast, pancakes, eggs, bacon, biscuits and sausage gravy. he practically was drooling over the thought of food at this point, even while feeling sick, which was a really weird mixed feeling he didnt like.  he got up to set the baby back in the cradle so he could lay down and snuggle monty, trying to be careful not to wake him as he put his arm around him and pressed close behind him to wait until the food got there. except that he fell asleep, so the nurse left the delivered food on the tray table instead. jillie had come back to see him there, and instead of waking him up to scold him, decided 'at least he came back and we know where he is now' so she left them be and got a hotel nearby to sleep in with oxana.

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Monty had only slept for a while, his dreams kept waking him up. At one point he woke up gasping, and didn't know where he was. He saw Oscar's form there but it didn't register he was actually there, Monty sobbed a little before getting up to go to the bathroom. Thats when he noticed one of the babies was gone, well all hell broke lose at that point. He ripped the iv out of his arm, and took the remaining baby out of the crib before leaving the hospital room with him. He was delirious from lack of proper sleep, going around and asking and demanding for his baby. The nurses tried to keep him calm but he fought them back, "No! I lost my husband I don't want to lose my babies give them to me!" he shouted. One nurse had a hold of the baby to keep it from getting hurt, while others tried to hold Monty down. Then a doctor came up and stuck Monty with a sedative to get him to calm down. It worked almost instantly and he collapsed, sobbing and begging for them to give him his babies before passing out. The nurse took to the baby to the nursery where others were. The twin though was probably back in intensive care.

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Oscar had woken with the movement, but apparently monty was completely out of it and didnt even recognize him when he tried to calm him. he didnt put up much of a fight when they sedated him. what was he supposed to do? monty wasnt even recognizing him. or maybe he just didnt want to. maybe he's purposely ignoring you. sure, not the most logical thought for the situation, but he was in a pretty deep well of self hatred after the whole baby thing, and it seemed no matter what he did to try to do good, it just failed miserably. after he watched them lay monty back in bed, he wasnt sure whether or not he should stay or leave again. before he could skip out, jillie had come back and caught him, insisting he let her hook him up to an iv. he listened, but sat outside in one of the chairs in the hall with her instead of the room with monty, also ignoring the delivered food. he wasnt hungry anymore.

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It was rough for all of them, the baby wouldnt stop crying in the nursery though no matter what the nurses did. They held him, changed him, tried to feed him, nothing helped, he just screamed and screamed. The nurse who had stopped by previously took the baby from the nurse in the nursery and walked up the hall to where Jillie and Oscar were sitting, then carefully laid him in Oscar's arms. "He wants to be with you." was all she said before turning away and going back. She was right, as soon as the baby was put into Oscar's arms he stopped crying and made little worried noises before calming down and resting against him. His tiny hand grabbing a fistful of Oscar's shirt.

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oscar almost cried when he was handed the baby and it stopped crying. this tiny thing didnt know how much of a complete fuck up he was. more people were starting to roam the halls now, so he moved back into the room, but sat in the corner next to the window instead of on the bed. he felt guilty and useless, but he couldnt really leave now that his mom was guarding the door. well, he could if he pushed her out of the way when she tried blocking his path, but he really didnt want to push her. so instead he chose to sit with the baby, legs up on the couch and wait for a chance to leave unnoticed. which might not happen since it looked like jillie would be trading places with oxana to watch over the room. he stared down at the baby, talking quietly "youre gonna be awful disappointed in me when youre older. hopefully i wont fuck you up as much as my mom did to me.." but the only reason she fucked him up was because he was with her for a few years.  if he'd never known her, he wouldve been better off. what if theyre better off without me too? he did his best not to cry at that thought, because that meant leaving, like, leaving leaving. what if thats why his dad left? what if he knew he'd make everything worse? he scrunched his legs up so he was more huddled on the couch, even if the position hurt his stomach.

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The baby stayed comfortable in his arms not letting go of his shirt as he moved to sit down. Monty was still out cold because of the sedative, and rehooked up to the monitor and iv. But he really needed the sleep, he was desperate and delirious and even when Oscar tried to calm him down he kept fighting through it not exactly hearing him. The baby in Oscar's arms listened to him talking, making little noises again before for the first time since birth opening his eyes. It took him a little to get used to the brightness of the room before looking up at Oscar, and he even smiled. The baby let go of his shirt and brought both of his hands up towards Oscar's face cooing.

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Oscar leaned closer to let the baby touch his face, as cute as it was being, he wasnt thinking very highly of himself at the moment and didnt respond more then talking quietly about how much of a horrible person he was and how hed be a terrible father and theyd grow up to hate him the way he hates his birth parents. Not that the baby would understand anything other than the sound of a familiar voice. Eventually, probably around noon, jillie and oxana would walk in and announce it was time to go home. Oscar wouldnt question it, glad to leave(sorry atlas, he didnt like being told he had to have permission from doctors to leave) Theyd rented a van and put car seats in it for the babys, already having put everything theyd needed, including iv bags, meds and poles, in the trunk.(though unlike oscar, they paid for it).  Jillie gently rubbed montys shoulder in attempt to wake him up, already having a couple nurses carry the babies out to the car with oxana. Oscar stood near the door, waiting with the wheelchair for monty. He was meant to be sitting in one too, but he had aggressively refused to the point jillie gave up trying.

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Monty didnt know what was going on at first, he had slept for a long time and when his shoulder was touched he whimpered and muttered something about losing everything and to leave him alone. One of the nurses that was there told Monty he was going home and using a smelling salt to wake him up more. After a bit of adjustment he sits up on the bed and rubs his face, he felt sick everything seemed to of gone all wrong in a matter of moments. The smell of food hit him like a ton of bricks and he realized how hungry he was. Though at the moment he saw everyone standing in the doorway with a wheelchair ready and packed up to leave. He couldn't entirely remember much of what happened before and figured it was a bad dream. Though the memory of Oscar actually leaving had stuck in his mind, he felt a little guilty seeing him standing there. And first thing he wanted to do was apologize to Oscar for "making him come back." But the words stuck in his throat. When they got out to the car and everyone was buckled in Monty let out a tired sigh and leaned into Oscar, they were going home where they'd be able to relax and put the anxious feelings behind them. Hopefully. Nervously Monty held Oscar's hand hoping he wasn't upset with him, neither of them liked hospitals and the whole situation itself made them both uncomfortable. By the time they got back to their home though, Monty just wanted to sleep. Both he and Oscar needed the rest, physically and emotionally drained. Monty didn't let go of his hand as he went inside and took him to their room to lay down and recuperate.

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oscar had left the food he’d ordered at the hospital, no longer wanting it. he was pretty sure monty hated him now, until monty actually held his hand. he immediately shifted closer to monty with the small gesture, leaning over him to snuggle on the ride home. oxana had ordered more food, seeing that oscar let his go cold and untouched, picking it up on the way home. she handed oscar the bag with a short "monty hasnt eaten." knowing that would spark oscar to attempt making him eat and hopefully the other way around too, counting on them trying to take care of each other. though she wasnt entirely sure if it would work, it was a softer approach than jillies was.  jillie and oxana would go get the babies and take care of them while their parents rested. oscar sat the bag of food on the nightstand, staying silent for a moment before tugging monty into his lap, back to his chest and kissing his neck, not wanting to seem forceful since he knew he had been doing a lot of aggressive yelling the past couple days "do.. you wanna eat? i mean, ya should.. its uh, good to eat.." smooth

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Monty had changed into something more comfortable to sleep in, his body ached and his stitches were still raw. His breasts hurt from being swollen and full of milk, he was about to get comfortable on the bed when Oscar pulled him onto his lap and suggested food. At first Monty wasn't sure if he was hungry though his stomach reminded him to eat. So he utters a soft "Only if you will.." as he leaned back against him. He was tired and all that was on his mind at the moment was sleep. He didnt ask about the babies or bring up the hospital or anything, when he was given food he tore off pieces of it and ate some. Unfortunately the food didn't entirely agree with his stressed out body. And he was also crying while he ate, so he was partially choking on the food while trying to keep it down.

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oscar had set one of the takeout boxes of breakfast foods in front of them to eat, doing as monty wanted and eating too, and once he started, he honestly wanted to shove it all down his throat, but he restrained himself, especially since monty seemed upset and he didnt want to seem rude or uncaring for woofing down the food while his partner cried. instead he started kissing his neck and rubbing his shoulders and apologizing profusely, for anything and everything he mightve done to upset him in the last two days.

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Monty sniffled as he ate trying to calm down as Oscar attempted to sooth him and apologize. He finished the bite he had in his mouth before turning and kissing Oscar on the mouth long and hard. Monty cups the side of his face pressing into him while he kissed him, he knew kissing was a way of strengthening or reconnecting a bond. He broke the kiss after a while "I'm sorry too..." he said softly before settling back on his lap and continuing to eat. He hadn't realized how hungry he really was, he also half wondered if there was enough there for the both of them. Monty picks up a pancake ball, dips it into syrup and holds it up to Oscar's mouth to eat it.

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oscars tail thumped the bed and he kissed back eagerly, not entirely thrilled when monty pulled away, but he supposed eating was a higher priority at the moment. luckily for monty, there were 3 other boxes of food in the bag, because oxana knew her boy could eat a lot if he felt like it. oscar happily took a bite, offering monty food too with the little plastic spoon that came in the boxes, not taking long before he had to grab a second box. the kiss cheered him up like magic, and now he felt like he could really chow down, mumbling through a bite "fuck this is almost as good as sex." almost.

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Monty also ate what Oscar offered, and ate until he was full and not more, he didn't want to be losing all of it especially after how hungry he had been. To help settle his stomach he laid back on the bed trying to relax but his body ached all over still and he was still emotional too. He didnt have a reason why he was crying except he was tired, he had laid his legs over Oscar's lap. "Hey baby," he said clearing his throat. "Can we take a hot bath? I kinda want to soak..." he hoped the idea of soaking in the tub would help them both feel better, especially since they didnt wash up since giving birth, well.. Monty didnt.

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oscar quickly downed what was left, plus a third box. licking his fingers like the messy boy he is and tossing the trays onto the nightstand, nodding "anything you want, baby." he was pretty sure his mom would be coming in any minute to try sticking them with iv bags, so anything he could do to avoid that was a fantastic idea. he got up, not in a ton of pain since he would take a shot of the painkillers he stole whenever it started feeling worse, and offered to help monty down, even if there were little stairs for him to use.

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Monty let Oscar finish eating before getting off the bed wincing, he held Oscar's hand as he got down then went over to the bathroom. The tub was so much bigger then it was at their previous home, as if that was even possible. Basically it was no longer a tub but a jacuzzi, with jets and everything. Monty sort of felt intimidated by the massive tub but climbed in anyway after stripping off his clothes. He filled the tub with warm to almost hot water and attempted to relax, looking at Oscar "You okay babe..?"

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Oscar hesitated a little, still uncomfortable with his slightly less masculine form, even if it wasnt that different, along with that he kept bleeding, though thankfully less than before. He didnt want to get the water bloody or gross Monty out. He shrugged in response, embarrassed "you mind if I'm a little.. bloody?"

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Monty actually laughed, and it was a good laugh, but it wasn't at Oscar, more of the question he asked. "Mind it babe? Obviously not, I mean when I was on my period that one time you practically fucked me in the bathtub so .. no babe I dont mind at all if you are a little bloody." Monty smiled and held his hand out to him. "Come here handsome." he said, its been a good while since the two were naked together, even if Oscar didn't have the 'parts' he wanted.

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Oscar grinned, glad to hear him laugh, he stripped off what little he had left on to get in the tub behind monty, pulling him into his lap again and once again peppering kisses wherever he could reach, lathering up a sponge to gently wash his little man and even bringing up the babies on his own. Or well, one of them "how long till we have to wash Shiloh? Do they even get dirty, they dont do anything."

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Monty looked up at him, then down again trying to think "They do get dirty, and should be wiped clean carefully." he stated leaning back against Oscar, feeling his body behind him sent shivers up his spine. He let Oscar wash him up, smiling softly as he was no longer the only one with the tiniest hands and feet. Though he said nothing, just leaning into Oscar more, he then tilts his head back and pulls Oscar's head downward for an upside down kiss.

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oscars tail wags between his legs, kissing back eagerly again. no belt, no worries. even if they both had stitches. he slipped his hands down montys sides,and then rubbing his thighs upward, when he was interrupted with a knock on the door. he paused for a couple seconds, before ignoring it, hand moving to montys pussy- and again, knocking. he stopped kissing him and huffed "we're takin a bath!" jillies voice answered back "baths arent good for your stitches! i taught you this! get out of there! now!" she sounded very adamant. he frowned and looked down at monty "wanna ignore her? she.. probably wont kick the door down."

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Monty shifted almost tense but he opened his legs when Oscar touched him, feeling an excited rile in his body. But the knocking killed it, "We should listen." he said and got out of the tub, so much for a soak to help him feel better. He wraps in a towel handing one to Oscar before opening the door. "Sorry Mama.." he stated passing her and going to lay down on the bed, letting out a pained groan before stretching out. Why did everything hurt. A portion of his mind was on Oscar and touching him again, but he didn't want his husband to hurt or worse end up back in the hospital with more complications.

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jillie smiled at monty, clapping her hands. clearly the nickname had buttered her up easily. oscar on the other hand, stuck out his tongue childishly at her as he walked by. she rolled her eyes and quickly bounced around, getting poles set up, to which oscar immediately pointed out "pretty sure we don't need those anymore, we're both eatin and walkin."  she continued setting everything up anyways "yes, but you know what happens if you get extra? you heal better, faster. at least use these for just today, and tonight you can sleep without them. thats not long at all, sweetheart, its already past noon." oscar only groans, laying on the bed with only a towel wrapped around his waist, letting jillie hook him up to the iv. she then hopped over to monty, though she paused to ask him if it was ok first, along with offering him a pain pill that the doctor prescribed. she offered oscar one too, but oscar just dug the pain med vial out of his pants pocket and shook it before setting it on the nightstand. she huffed "i cant believe you, do you even know which kind you took, or the dosage?" he grinned and shrugged "nope, but it worked pretty damn fine."

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Tensing up slightly Monty looked at her as she got the needle to hook him back up to the iv, let let out a shaky breath. "Okay..." he said softly, then looked at Oscar when he stated he didnt care to look at what drug he grabbed. "Oscar...what if ... " he sighed shaking his head, nevermind hes an adult he can do what he wants right? Monty didn't want him getting hurt, he looked away "Can't Mama just take care of you? She knows what she is doing, I don't want you getting sicker." he stated then took the pill she gave him before settling back on the bed still in just the towel. And she was right the stitches had been irritated from the water so now it was all pink and puffy.

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jillie finished with taping montys iv in place and then went back to oscar to clean and bandage his wound, which oscar started to protest, before stopping and letting her, due to montys words. he frowned, looking at monty "i.. am lettin her, but i know what im doin too. im not a kid, and ive been livin plenty of years by myself. i was jus kiddin, i know what i grabbed, its not like id inject somethin random." well, he mostly knew what he grabbed. he recognized the name as something he'd taken before.  jillie grabbed and kissed oscars cheek "you are my smart little boy, but im the one who practiced nursing sweetie." he pouted as she checked the vial before leaving it there, deeming it safe enough. having oscars stitches slathered in antibiotic and bandaged, she moved on to montys, politely asking again first. oscar was looking down, a little miffed that monty was on his moms side, he thinks youre an idiot now. he argued back in his head, he always did, whats the difference? he rolls over on his side, facing monty and tentatively putting a hand out, forcing his cocky attitude with a wink "i promise i know what im doin babe, even if i fuck up.. sometimes." all the time.

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"I just don't want you getting sick babe, thats all I'm sorry." Monty said worriedly, he took Oscar's hand in his and laced his fingers together with his. Waiting until Jillie finished before snuggling closer to Oscar. "I like this better any how, with the two of us." he mumbles something then kissed him again, before laying his head under Oscar's chin. "I know you know what you're doing, sorry for bein a worrywart." he said "I just care...maybe a little too much an that its annoyin." Monty squeezes his hand. "But I want you to know I care." he then scoots into the bed more and under the blanket. The tiredness was starting to once more sink into him and all he wanted to do was sleep. But he pauses and sits up, taking something out of the bag, a little shyly "Sorry, excuse me. Can you please step out for a moment?" he asked Jillie, hoping she would comply before embarrassingly putting a breast pump against his chest. He'd get enough milk for both babies in bottles -and extra, then handed them to Jillie when he finished. "Thank you.." he said smiling a little nervously before climbing back onto the bed with Oscar.

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jillie listened, figuring what he was doing, when she came back in, she looked at oscar, a little worriedly "and what about you dear? you know it'd be helpful if you contributed to feed them.." oscar tensed, playing with montys fingers and stayed quiet for a moment before answering "maybe later.." she frowned, knowing it might not be long before it dried up, but there were plenty of babies who did just fine on only formula, so it wasnt the end all if he didnt help.  but, she also wanted these babies to be as healthy as possible. "how about, i let you get some rest and then you do a little pumping? maybe in the bathroom? please?" he wouldnt meet her eyes and shrugged before grinning wide "yeah, i can do some 'pumpin', cant guarantee its what youre wantin tho." she made an exasperated noise "dont talk like that! ugh, get some rest, mister. you too monty." she actually walked over and tucked monty and oscar in, giving them both a smooch on the forehead. oscar was not thrilled with the baby treatment, but didnt complain, turning over and mussing up the tucking she did on his side to snuggle with monty.

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Monty wiped himself off with the towel since the two were still basically naked under the blanket and towels. Being snuggled with after they were tucked in Monty cuddles against the front of Oscar "Night Mama." he said then closes his eyes. But... he wasn't really about to sleep, because when Jillie left, he took Oscar's hand and placed it between his thighs. "Please... touch me." he whispered blushing. He hadn't had contact in so long and he really wanted it. Even if he knew how much Oscar disliked his parts and the fact he couldn't knot and fill Monty until they were healed. Just touching would do them both a world of good - maybe. Monty did that that notion in the back of his head that if they werent careful Oscar could be hospitalized.

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oscar was surprised to have his hand moved, but he was definitely game, tail thumping the bed in excitement, doing as monty asked, being gentle and thorough with the touches before he slid his fingers in, tilting montys chin up to kiss him while he pumped the soft wet flesh. as tempted as he was to make a dick and fuck monty, he wasnt sure that was the best idea with stitches and the image of montys stomach ripping open and spilling guts wasnt a huge turn on to him. he'd hold off. for the moment. honestly, he was pretty excited that he didnt have to wait 2 more months to fuck, only like, a week tops now. his free hand slipped below the covers to touch himself at the same time, getting more excited by the thought and montys smell.

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Monty instantly let out a moan, though kept his voice down so it was half muffled. He kissed Oscar back moaning softly against his mouth, he became wet quickly, and his body aroused. The sweet faint smell of cotton candy filled their senses. Monty shyly teases one of his breasts while his husband touched between his legs, rocking his hips against the hand there for more friction. Murmuring praises and sweet nothings to Oscar and kissing him more feeling rather heated. He hoped Oscar wouldn't bleed more or hurt if he orgasmed, though this time there wasn't really anything inside of him to lose if he did. But healing would take even longer and he'd be bedridden. Monty presses against him half out of breath bringing his arm up to hook it around Oscar's neck, keeping his back pressed against his chest. He could feel Oscar touching himself behind him, causing him to shudder more.

CiggaretteQueef

he slipped in a third finger, keeping matched rhythm with his hands in both of them, groaning and sloppily kissing down his jaw to suck on montys neck, mumbling about how good he smelled and sounded, grazing his teeth against him lightly, keeping his control easier this time around.

Pocket Butter

Monty was in heaven blissed out from feeling Oscar touching him and enjoying himself as well. He kissed in return each that was given to him, and kept moving. He hoped Oscar was okay with that and not pulling the iv out at the same time, he knew Jillie would be upset if he did. Monty even idly glanced at the iv in his arm too. Though in moments his mind blanked "B-babe!!" he kissed Oscar hard on the mouth and came, his legs shaking.

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oscar was paying no attention to his iv, but thankfully it was long and not getting tugged. he felt monty tighten over his fingers, pushing them deep and rubbing his clit with his thumb. after that, he slipped his fingers out of monty and to his mouth, loving the taste and turning to lay on his back as he continued finger fucking himself and moaning around his fingers as he got close.

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Watching him Monty shifts getting up slightly before laying between his legs, knowing Oscar was still bloody and at the same time not caring. He ate his husband out to help him get close, flicking his tongue against Oscars clit before pressing it in, he squeezed his thighs moaning against him. Even looking up to see his lover's face, hoping Oscar was enjoying it. After all Monty wanted to pleasure him too.

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oscar willingly let monty take over, though it wouldnt last long, he made a final groan around the fingers in his mouth and bucked his hips up as he came, relaxing after a moment, drooling and dripping. "hot damn-" and unfortunately for monty, there was a bit of blood, though nothing tore, so that was a plus. enjoy that taste, little man.

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Monty pulled back his face wet from both fluids, though it wasnt exactly getting his wings. He wipes his mouth panting, then crawls up to snuggle Oscar cuddling like a leech. He kissed Oscar's neck and chin, feeling rather content and blissed out. "Was that good babe? I bet you liked being able to get off finally." he murmurs giving him another kiss.

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oscar made a pleased hum in response, wrapping his arms around him, tail thumping the bed again in bliss "so good, baby, so good.." he kissed monty, sighing in content "we have a lotta catchin up to do sweetheart. hope youre prepared." he grins, rubbing montys ass, clearly happy he could fuck again without major consequence.

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"Just gotta, take it slow for now though babe." Monty said feeling his stitches "We need to ... heal up first and if we are too fast we might undo whats been done." he looks at him smiling a little shyly "But when we are, you can pound me into the floor until I'm begging for more." he giggles.

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"hell yeah i can." he turns on his side with monty, nuzzling him "i cant wait to get back to full mast and see your little tummy stretch with my cock. though i think ill miss how big you were too.. it came with a pretty big downside of no rough sex though." he paused, squinting "wait, actually, even the time i roughed ya up, you were pretty ok- er, other than the biting.."

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Just thinking about getting stuffed with Oscar had Monty squirming, he hid his face against Oscar's chest. "Mmm babe.. don't talk about it.." he whined pressing against him "Youre gonna get me all horny .. like bad horny.." he pouted up at him. Though to ease his mind he was missing his babies already, a soft sigh escaped him and he felt a little lonely without them. After all he carried one for so long, he just quietly inched closer to Oscar. "I guess I miss all of it." he randomly said.

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oscar chuckled, rubbing his back "sorry, babydoll." his grin dropped when montys mood seemed to change "hm, whats wrong? miss what? the pregnancy or the not being pregnant and my cock. wait, you dont need to answer the last one, of course you miss my cock." he was joking, trying to lighten the mood again.

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He smiled softly as Oscar tried to lighten the mood. "Yeah, I do." he gives him a smooch. "But I'm sure you miss fucking me too and filling me to the brim." he stated, though he sits up looking at his hands and at his body for a moment. "I'm sorry... I guess.. I already miss holding them. Please don't be upset." he said looking at Oscar frowning a little. "I know a break from them was. . .is ? Important I guess... but." he swings his legs off the side of the bed. "I'm afraid I'm going to be restless without them."

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oscar sat up too, seeming to gauge his own feelings for a moment with a slight frown, before giving monty a smile, "why would i be upset, cant blame ya, babies are pretty damn cute." he paused, glancing away "you want me to go get shiloh? you shouldnt be walkin." he wasnt really meaning to leave the smaller one out, he was still just trying to come to terms with it all, and accepting montys baby was a lot easier than accepting the one he almost killed. he didnt really wait for a response before standing up and pulling on a pair of boxers, leaving his chest out since he kinda forgot he had them, especially since they werent much bigger than normal, albeit softer and squishier.

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Monty looked at him "Babe.. your iv." he pointed to the cord as it stretched from the pole. He faintly clenched his hand and took a breath. "Also... I would like both of them." he was gripping the bedcovers then stood up as well as he took the iv out of his arm and bandaged the spot. He pulls a bathrobe around himself and ties it, then took Oscar's hand "And, I am very well able to walk on my own thanks." he went out feeling a smidge guilty he wasn't in bed and sleeping like he should of been. He wondered if the twins were, he gave a faint smile to Jillie before seeing Shiloh wasn't asleep. He then looks over to see Ollie in his crib and carefully took him out, and with partial skill picked up Shiloh as well. "Hello my little handsome princes." he whispers giving them both a kiss.

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he watched him leave, fighting the urge to follow, though it didnt last long, walking slowly after, grabbing the pole and wheeling it with him. he watched silently by the doorway, a little hurt monty didnt even want his help in retrieving them. as if he thought oscar was incapable. or maybe he didnt trust him because they were so small and fragile and he'd been so aggressive before? he looked away, deciding he'd just go back to his room and rest like he was told. jillie made a little frown at the sight of them still up, but she didnt comment. she couldnt really control them, as they were adults, and she didnt want to overstep her boundaries by attempting to do so. all she could do was give strong suggestions and hope they listen, which this time, didnt seem to work.

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Monty brought Shiloh over to Oscar "Here," he said looking up at him and placing the baby in his arms. Then he went into their room and sat on the edge of the bed looking down at Ollie. He didnt understand why Oscar didn't want to acknowledge this baby, there wasn't anything wrong with him. So what if he was small, Monty is small too. Monty lays back on the bed waiting for Oscar to join him with Shiloh "I'm sorry I snapped.." he said softly as he pets Ollie's tiny head, "I just.. I mean.. " he lets out a stressed breath "Shiloh isn't the only baby." he uttered out.

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he was surprised to be handed the baby, still feeling like monty wasnt happy with him, he silently followed, sitting on the bed next to him after a moment of hesitation, propping his knees up and laying shiloh against them, playing with his tiny hands. he didnt respond right away "..i know.." was all he responded, not sure what else to say, he shrugged, mumbling and looking away "i dunno.. they remind me of.." he trailed of, not finishing the sentence. he and wes never officially picked the name, but it was at the top of the list, and its what he always considered the lost babys name to be. even so, he didnt want to say it and he was sure monty didnt care to hear it anyways. "they make me feel.. bad. i shouldve taken better care of them.. " ollie stayed sound asleep, heavy sleeper baby.

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"You did fine." Monty said making sure he was comfortable in his arms. "You weren't expecting to also be pregnant so it put a lot on you. But, hes fine hes just small.. I'm small." he stated holding one of Ollie's tiny hands. "If hes anything like you, he'll pull through. Hes strong, just like you, and hes beautiful, just like you." Monty said admiring the baby. He gently touches the dark patch on his face as he then leaned on Oscar putting his head on his shoulder. Shiloh was playing with Oscar's fingers then yawned, he was tired and was happy to be back with his dads. Shiloh just then noticed his sibling and stared at him for the longest moment before yawning again. Monty used his other hand to hold one of Oscar's "I love you, and I love our family too. I know it hurts to think about them, but this time.. this time its different. And ... you wont ever have to go through it again."

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Oscar smiled a little at all the sly compliments, quiet as monty spoke and replying a short "I know.." to the last one. "Its just.. hard not to think about. Because they came out of me, I guess.." and I'm poison. He leaned closer to shiloh and stuck his tongue out at them for a moment to see their reaction before looking over at the smaller one. He felt a disconnection to them. He wasnt sure why, not knowing that was a common thing new parents often felt. Everyone always seemed so happy when they had a baby though, including monty. He looked away again "I'm sorry." He wasnt sure if he was apologizing to monty or the baby. Maybe both. He didnt want monty to be upset with him though. He shifted a little, picking Shiloh up and handing him to monty, hesitating a moment before picking up ollie and putting them where Shiloh used to be against his knees. The comparison of how much smaller they were seemed drastic. "..even smaller than I thought youd be.." he forced a smile, glancing at monty "guess most of it was just fat huh?"

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Shiloh watched as Oscar stuck his tongue out at him, then stuck his own fist into his mouth. Once he was moved to Monty though he let go of his fist, and made faint noises. He also watched Oscar with Ollie, seeing the sad look on his dad's face. Monty held Shiloh as he leaned into Oscar's shoulder "You don't have to force yourself to love him you know, maybe .. in time you will." he said softly as he kissed Oscar's cheek. Monty adjusts sitting on his knees, he laid Shiloh down, gently moves Ollie and pulled Oscar's legs down before carefully sitting on his lap. Then he laid against him, picking up both babies and holding them in his arms since he and the twins were small enough to fit tucked against Oscar. Monty let out a soft sigh and nuzzled into him, listening to his soul beating softly in his chest. Feeling the same rhythm of his own soul.

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he let monty do as he pleased, putting his arms arms around him when he settled, frowning "i never said i didnt love them.." he loved avis too, even if he hadnt wanted them, or more like, didnt want to carry them. he sighed, not sure how to describe what his problem was. he wasnt even sure what it was. " i.. didnt want my first one, at first anyways, but after what happened, i missed them a lot.. and i think about what it'd be like if i.. if i hadnt of let them die.. so i know i love them." he touched one of their tiny hands again, changing the subject, ollie only yawned in response "i was thinkin.. if its alright with you, id uh, id like to get one of those block things or whatever, for my uh, soul.. i just.. really dont wanna end up pregnant again, ya know?" he averted his gaze, worried montys reaction would be negative "i mean, obviously i dont do i great job of carryin anyways, so..no big deal, right?"

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Monty heard Oscar and quietly listened, "I ... Im sorry I didn't mean it like that..." He kept listening to him, and about the idea of blocking his soul. Sure Oscar probably thought Monty would be cross with him, but he was quite the opposite. He sits up and kisses Oscar passionately on the mouth. "Okay babe, I'll go in with you when you get it done okay?" he said smiling softly as he cupped the side of his face. "Its your body, your choice, you can do whatever you want, and I will always stand by your side." he smiled "Through sickness and health, till death do we part." He gave him another kiss, slipping his tongue into Oscar's mouth. Pulling back after a moment, "You don't have to worry about any of that mess now, its okay and its all over. You don't have to go through it again I wont force you to." he lays back against him, "You'll be a great dad, and I'll help you."

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oh, nothing could be better than the relief he felt with that answer. wes had been the opposite, wanting multiple kids and to carry none of them, leaving it all on oscar who also didnt want to carry them, but was too much of a pushover to outright say no, a very bad deal in oscars mind. his tail thumped the bed and he didnt let monty get away from kissing that easy, lifting his chin back up to make out with him longer, which was also the moment ollie decided to sneeze, startling oscar since he forgot they were there at that moment, and also because "shit, big sneeze for somthin so tiny."

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Monty had been glad Oscar was happy, thats all he ever wanted, was for Oscar to be happy. He kissed him back smiling, and jumped when he jumped because Ollie sneezed. He looked down at the smaller twin that Shiloh was also slightly clinging onto, he too was startled from the sneeze of his brother. Monty smiled softly and just snuggled them, he was the happiest man on earth, though still a portion of him wondered if Oscar was too. And he looked up at him "Are you happy babe?" that was a loaded question. "You can be honest, don't be afraid to tell me how you feel just to appease me."

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Oscar paused, thinking over the question since monty wanted an honest answer. he shrugged a little, grabbing montys ass "i feel pretty happy right now, so yeah." he laid his head back on the headboard "its good to be out of that place." and not have a tiny thing living inside him anymore.

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That was good enough for Monty now, he smiled and gave him a smooch. Then kissed both of his twins nuzzling them, a soft sigh escaping. "Okay my little princes back to grama Jillie." he struggled a smidge to get off Oscar, and the bed before going out of the room, luckily he still had his robe on so he wasn't going out there completely naked. He laid them in the crib tucking them in and kissing them goodnight. Then went to Jillie, he knelt in front of her, and talked to her for a bit apologizing for getting up to see his babies instead of sleeping like she asked. He then put his arms around her gave her a hug and a goodnight kiss before going into the room again to cuddle up with Oscar.

[themcfuckups]

Dinner Date

Sal and Leo going to a fancy restaurant for a surprise. rp between me(cigarettequeef) and @justagoddamnbranch (mongrel). word count:4500 warnings:none!

CiggaretteQueef   Sal tugged on their tie, a nervous habit, as they got out of the car at the restaurant. They closed the door, waiting for leo to step out of the passenger seat so they could lock the doors, walking around the car to offer leo their hand to walk inside. The night had started with sal surprising leo with flowers at home before they got ready to head out tonight, a dinner sal had planned weeks in advance, but only told leo theyd reserved a couple nights ago. It was supposed to be a surprise afterall, sal couldnt let him know it was weeks in planning, he mightve gotten suspicious.

mongrel

Leo’s tail had been wagging all night. First flowers, then they got all nicely dressed up, and now they were going to have a nice meal? They hadn’t gone on a fancy date in a while, and he was excited to finally have one again! He hopped out of the car, a bit less dignified that what the other patrons would consider appropriate, and gently closed the door. He then immediately took his place next to Sal, sneaking a kiss and whispering, “You look so handsome right now.”

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Sal smiled at the compliment, squeezing his hand "you look very handsome too." they tried to relax and stay calm, taking a little breath and leading the way inside. the building was large and as fancy as you can imagine, red carpets, beige and gold walls and posts, intricate designs all over. the kind of place theyd probably turn away anyone not wearing formal clothes.  sal greeted the person at the podium with their name and the person checked their list before leading  the two to a table, already decorated with glasses, candles and a wine bottle. sal wouldnt be drinking, but they wanted to give leo the option.  the person lit the candles and told them "your waiter will be with you shortly." before walking away.  sal took a seat, tapping the bottle "do you like wine?"

mongrel

Leo gaped at how fancy this place was. If he was being honest he was a bit scared to be in there, he felt like he was going to break something. The exact feeling he got when he’d go inside a pier one imports. He tried not to wag his tail with excitement and pretend to be a high power businessman instead of the goofy student teacher he was. He quietly followed Sal, staying next to them but slightly behind. When they got to their table he let out a soft gasp, it was so pretty and way more elegant than he could imagine. He’d never been to a restaurant that had everything set up for you already, without having to wait for alcohol. He felt a bit out of place. When sal offered him some wine he readily nodded, “oh yes please, uh, is it a…grape?”. He smiled, hoping that was correct wine talk, as he passed sal his glass.

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sal kept glancing at leo to see his reactions to the place, enjoying that he seemed happy enough with it, giving them a little more confidence. they smiled at leos guess for the wine, thinking it cute "yes, it is a grape, good guess!" even though all wine, by definition, was grape. they glance at the bottle "i cant say it as fancy as the staff, but  this one  tastes like cherry and chocolate."  as much as a wine could anyways.  the cork had been removed a bit before they arrived, by request, since sal had incidents trying to remove a cork before. they pour the dark liquid into leos glass and handing it back as the waiter appears and hands them both a fancy menu to look over.

mongrel

Leo wagged his tail, happy that he’s passing as one of the upper crust. He gestured his glass towards Sal, like he’s seen in the movies, and wordlessly nods. Then Leo, the naive, thinking that the wine would actually taste like cherry and chocolate and not the wine version, excitedly takes a sip. His nose scrunches up once the taste hits it mouth, this isn’t good at all! This is just grape trying to be something else! He tries to keep his composure though, “it’s very fancy.”. He tries to save it by looking over the menu, there’s not much he could understand on here. Lots of words he’s never seen before and the descriptions don’t help. He more or less decides on the first item he recognizes, from what he can gather it’s some kind of steak. “What’re you getting?” He nervously asks, maybe they’d have a better idea of what’s good here.

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Sal held back a giggle at the gesture, and had to really try not to laugh at his apparent distaste of the wine and his comment "it is." They glanced over the menu, having been here before and similar restaurants, "hmm, the lobster medallion salad I guess. How about you?" Sal knew leo wasnt completely comfortable with fancy things and places, but that didnt mean he wouldnt end up liking it, right? After all, they quite enjoyed the fancier things, even if they also liked fast food French fries.

mongrel

Leo, not one to openly admit he can’t read most of the menu, sticks to his choice. “Ooooh lobster sound good…but I was thinking of going with the steak tartare a-vack oof.” He confidently sits up straighter, happy that he was able to navigate the hardest part of fine dining with relative ease. While also having no idea what he ordered exactly, other than some kind of steak. Which was fine by him. It took him a moment to hit him, then his eyes widened in concern. He whispered, “Oh wait, oh no, sweetheart, aren’t you allergic to fish?”

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the waiter took their orders, probably raising a brow at leo, and sal sips the sparkling juice in their glass before nodding "oh yes, i'm allergic to several fish, but not lobster thankfully. though i've been warned i could develop an allergy to it eventually. i used to be able to eat clams, but well, i guess that happened. isnt that odd?"  theyd planned every aspect they could for this date, and while they considered having the ring put into leos food, they decided against it because 1- they didnt think a ring in food would be very clean. and 2- leo wasnt the most observant and they were worried he'd end up swallowing it.

mongrel

“Oh. Huh. Yeah that’s pretty odd but like, in a cool way! I thought people kinda…always had their allergies. Learn something new.” Leo made a mental note of that. He’d purposely been avoiding seafood whenever he knew he’d be close to them, but it was a relief knowing that he could have some. Leo had gotten some mango juice to go with his meal, it sounded fancy and he’d never tried it before so he figured it’d be fun. After a small sip, he took the glass and poured a small portion of it into the glass that still had some of the chocolate wine in it. Extremely appropriate for their environment. He then looked it over, watching the colors swirl, before taking a swig if the concoction. Wow! It was disgusting. He kept drinking it though, taking a pause to point at it and tell Sal, “This is horrible. Don’t try it.”

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sal watched leo mix the drinks in contained horror, and at first they thought he must have liked whatever it was, as he kept drinking it. to each their own, they wouldnt judge. at least, not out loud. that is, until leos comment on it. sal laughed before covering their mouth and glancing around, worried it was too loud, and looking back to leo, amused "oh sweetheart, why are you still drinking it? we can get you something that tastes better." after a short wait, the food would arrive, looking fancy as fuck, and if leo wouldnt, sal would order him a drink more to his tastes hopefully, like sparkling juice.

mongrel

Leo laughed along with Sal, not as sensitive that he’s disrupting the other patrons as Sal was. “I don’t wanna waste anything!”. He finished off the glass in one last swig, then washed it down with the rest of his juice. “This mango shit’s, oh sorry stuff’s, bangin. If we could get more of this that’d be fantastic.” He thanked the waiter when he came back with the food, before he could see it, but his face dropped once he saw it. It looked like cat food...he had no idea how to eat this. Should he just, lean down and eat? His hands? A fork? He couldn’t tell, but considering the environment he chose fork. He carefully set the egg aside, which was a nice surprise by the way, and dug into his food. This was pretty good! As he chewed he watched Sal eat with a dreamy look in his eyes, Sal was so handsome and proper. Totally fit in with this place. “Is your salad good?”

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Sal tried not to laugh again at his fix of cursing, it was definitely inappropriate in a place like this, but they honestly didnt mind, they really loved everything about leo and his brash but sweet personality.  sal seen his expression over the food, worried he wouldnt like it, but still eat it anyways. they ate their own food, always enjoying when they got to eat at places like this, which to them wasnt often, even if it was a couple or more times a month.  "its very good, hopefully i wont have to give up lobster anytime soon." they gave an amused smile "how is yours? if you dont like it, id really prefer you order something you do. its important to like what you put into yourself."

mongrel

“Well I like you.” He smiled, trying to be quiet about his dirty jokes because that’s the one thing he knew wouldn’t fly here, “And besides, I do really like this! I was just surprised, is all. I’m glad you like your lobster though! But if you end up not being able to have it anymore, you can always have this fish.” He winks then continues eating. It wasn’t a large amount of food, so he tried to eat as slow as possible to have it last instead of his usual scarfing down. He wasn’t sure if a place like this served dessert, or how much dessert you’d get if you did, so he was mentally planning a trip to a burger place later. Probably once sal was asleep so he wouldn’t hurt their feelings. He loved the place, don’t get him wrong, he just had a large stomach and didn’t want to break the bank by eating until he was full. “You think this is the type of place they film movies in? Or maybe where mobsters hang out? Like we’ll look over and see James Bond bust through the ceiling.”

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sal blushed, tugging their tie out of habit "oh jeez-" they glanced around nervously, getting flustered much easier in public, before looking back to him when they deemed no one was near enough to be too worried about it, smiling at the joke "im glad i'll always have you, you're the one thing i'd never want to give up, even if i was allergic." getting sappy, they felt maybe they should propose now- almost not hearing leos further comment, they tried to focus and not get more antsy "oh um, i think they did film something here once, but i dont think it was a super popular movie, because i cant remember it.." they glance around again before leaning a bit over the table and lowering their voice with a sly smile  "i dont know about james bond, but i know for a fact theres some mobsters who eat here." the waiter came back after a bit, and sal ordered desert "tarte aux pomme please.", because to hell if they didnt want some, plus they almost never skipped an opportunity to eat apple pie, or is this case, an apple tart, being their favorite dessert.

mongrel

Leo’s brows shot up at the confirmation of his suspicions about the mobsters. “Oh.” was all he could manage. When the waiter came back, Leo hadn’t quite finished his food, but he ordered something called profiteroles. He’d heard of them before, they looked like fancy donut holes with a chocolate drizzle, so he was looking forward to those. “Could we please get a pitcher of chocolate sauce for the table?” He asked the waiter, not sure if that was possible but hey it wouldn’t hurt to ask. The waiter told him they’d see what they could do and he thanked them. Just as the waiter left, he looked down at his plate. Only the egg in half shell and what he assumed was a garnish was left. He truly saved the best for last. He took the egg, and daintily tipped the contents of it into his mouth. Similar to how people eat oysters. He let the yolk slip down his throat before he popped the shell into his mouth and began crunching. He quietly moaned in approval, “letting it sit in the shell really let the flavor seep in! Gotta remember that.”. He wagged his tail happily as he chewed away.

CiggaretteQueef

the moment leo put the shell into his mouth, sal grimaced, looking horrified as he crunched it and then moaned over an egg shell. not for some high class or tasty food, a fucking egg shell. their mouth had actually opened in horror as they watched, before quickly trying to get a grip. they knew he had some weird quirks, he did mix his two drinks together afterall, among other slightly odd food endeavors theyd experienced with him previously, but the egg shell really topped the list at the moment. though their second thought was 'at least if i accidentally get egg shells in a cake, he'd still like it'. they quickly compose themself and nodded with a concerned smile "im.. glad you enjoyed it." they momentarily wondered if he ate the shells when he was making scrambled eggs. they were leaning towards yes. their original plan was to propose after the desserts were brought out, before they ate them, but now the thought of an after kiss of egg yolk didnt sound appealing, so they quickly revised to wait till after theyd eaten dessert, then the possible kiss would be sweet. and probably very chocolaty judging by leos choice of a pitcher of sauce, but that was fine by them.

mongrel

The waiter came back after a small amount of time, clearing their table of their plates and updating Leo on the chocolate pitcher. They could do it after all. Leo thanked them again, before turning his attention back to Sal, continuing where they left off. “Someday you should definitely try it! Unless you’re sensitive to sharp food.” He shrugged, “Though if you can eat lobster shells it’s basically the same texture as that. Different flavor though, less salty, more, uh, calcium-y? Is that a word? You can taste the calcium. The only thing that’s a bit hard to get through is the weird papery stuff in the middle, but that’s about it...Can you have lobster shells?”. You could tell he was passionate about the eggs from his posture and how excited he was to talk about them. He tried not to thump his tail against his seat too hard, but he couldn’t help it. He was having a wonderful time and he loved spending time with Sal and on top of all that he got to have some good meat and soon will get donuts! How cool of a date is this?!

CiggaretteQueef

Sal was a little stunned at first, the fact that leo thought eating lobster shells was ok too really drove it all home. he apparently ate shells of things on the regular. they only frowned a little, keeping their face as neutral as possible, because seeing how excited he got about it made sal aware it was something he enjoyed and wanted to share with them, and at the very least, they appreciated that gesture greatly and felt happy he wanted to share his likes. it was up to them not to diminish them or make fun of it, so he'd always feel comfortable sharing things with them, especially things he was excited about.  "i think i could probably eat the shell, but the.. texture, of most shells, isnt really to my taste.." they put their hand on leos from across the small table, giving him a genuine smile "it sounds like you really like them though, is it something you were raised eating?"

mongrel

He nodded in understanding, lots of people had issues with textures and we wasn’t one to judge why. Leo held their hand and looked into their eyes, romantic as all hell, and said “I wasn’t supposed to with my dads. But my grandma watched me and saw that nothing happened, so she let me do it from then on.”.

CiggaretteQueef

sal rubbed their thumb against leos hand while they held it, nodding to his explanation and gave a half suppressed laugh "i see. i guess there isnt any real harm in it." the waiter came back with their dessert, setting them on the appropriate sides. as they ate, sal would offer a fork of theirs to leo to taste, because in their head that felt like a romantic thing to do, also they just wanted to share how tasty it was. theyd have to ask oscar soon to make them an apple pie.

mongrel

leo wagged, eyeing the pitcher full of chocolate. though it was a smaller pitcher than expected, it was a cream dispenser, he appreciated the small white ceramic cow that gave him an unreasonable amount of chocolate. he took hold of the little cow, and drizzled about a quarter of its contents on one side of the mountain of profiteroles, leaving the other half bare so he could appreciate the flavor without an overwhelming amount of sweet. he popped one of the non-chocopocalypsed ones, it was exactly like a filled donut! He closed his eyes and wagged happily, munching away until sal offered some of their tart. he blushed and took the fork into his mouth, savoring the flavor. it was good too! he smiled, "wow, thats incredible! Here, have one of mine too." he looked down at his plate and mentally stumbled, "uhhhh, chocolate or no?"

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Sal happily accepted the offer with a thank you, requesting a chocolate one and leaning on the table,  opening their mouth, oblivious to how it might have been a lewd look to some.  they were preoccupied in their head, going over a checklist for everything that needed to be perfect. they focused too much on how everything should be, like that of a romance movie, always one to get hung up on the details.

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Leo’s brows raised, and he smirked, figuring that Sal was purposely trying to be coy. Finally, all those hours of studying so many overly goopy schmoopy lovey dovey romcom movies would pay off. He placed the confectionery into their mouth and as he gazed into their eyes he gently closed it with his hand, trailing his thumb across their lip. He lowered his eyes, now half-lidded, and leaned in, whispering “Now you chew, unless, of course, you want to open that pretty little mouth of yours again so I can drown it. I’ve got half a cow left.”. He scooted the cow romantically over, or as romantically he could scoot a ceramic cow full of chocolate. Which isn’t very.

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sal was surprised with the sensual gesture, causing a blue blush to dust their cheekbones. even the drowning in chocolate sauce comment was hot to them, stimming from a fantasy of getting covered in cum, something they werent typically ok with since bodily fluids were too messy and dirty. sal shook their head, sitting back a bit with a more obvious blush, responding after eating the treat "i- um, no thank you, um, but thanks for the offer." the imagery of them opening their mouth for leo to pour chocolate in for anyone else in the place to see embarrassed them to no end and was definitely not on the agenda.

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Leo shrugged, “ok, more for me then.” He then proceeded to open his own mouth and place it around the cow’s head, and silently suck about an eighth of the chocolate out. Once he was satisfied he stuffed a few of the pastries into his mouth and closed his eyes happily and thumped his tail against his seat. He blinked a few times, realizing exactly how improper this all was, and swallowed the entire mouthful in one gulp in order to apologize to Sal. “Shit-uh shoot, I forgot that we uh, we’re in such a nice place for a moment. Sorry.” He lowered his head bashfully, “You don’t think they’ll kick us out right?”

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Sal couldnt help but chuckle at that "kick us out because you sucked a cow? oh, that sounds wrong.." they made a face before continuing "no, i dont think they would." probably not anyways. unless maybe someone of high stature complained about it to the staff. Sal drew in a deep breath quietly,  alright, now or never. well, thats not true, i could always- they started to argue to themself before mentally shaking their head, and getting back to task. this was a moment for action! leo had pre-preposed to them, a sweet gesture, even if it was after getting hit with a baseball. they'd previously asked for chomper and eddys approval, even if it was considered old-fashioned, its just something they had wanted to do. sal waited for leo to finish(or nearly finish) his dessert before starting "leo, i uh-" they cleared their throat, steadying their voice, having probably practiced this 100 times in the mirror. "Leo, I have an important question to ask." their soul felt like it was going a mile a minute, and they were probably starting to sweat out of anxiety, even if they were fairly certain leo wouldnt say no.

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Leo was a bit concerned with how worked up Sal was getting. They had a lot going on; their medical problems, the baby, their relationship, their job, their house, and there was probably more too that he couldn’t think of. He hoped it wasn’t anything horrible like them…no he wasn’t going to even entertain the thought. He cautiously smiled and held out his hand for them, trying to be reassuring. “Yes?”

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sal took his hand and squeezed it before they stood up from their chair gracefully, having also practiced it many times, and dropped to one knee in front of leos chair,  pulling a little box from their pocket and opening it in a gesture toward leo, "Leonardo Stafford, will you marry me?" they mentally berated themself for the small, probably unnoticeable hitch in their voice in the middle of the sentence, feeling like their lungs might combust out of fear, they tried to keep the situation in perspective and stay calm.

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Leo squinted in confusion, thinking they were getting up to tie their shoes until they pulled out the box. He let out a soft gasp, and held his hands up to his mouth. A wide grin swept across his face and he giggled. His tail was wagging madly, hard enough to wiggle his entire body. “Of course! Absolutely! Yes!” He actually started crying out of joy, “I love you so much, yes, please let’s get married.”. He didn’t know if he should hold out his hand for them to put the ring on, but it didn’t matter. He scooped them up onto his lap for a bear hug. He couldn’t seem to stop saying “yes” through his tears.

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Sal smiled, feeling a rush of relief at the positive answer, though they were a bit startled when they were grabbed, taking a couple seconds to react before they hugged him back, kissing him as they held onto the little box tightly, afraid of dropping the ring. After the kiss, they shyly held out their opposite hand "can I put it on you?"

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Leo nuzzled their cheek then leaned back, “oh yeah, yeah of course! Here.” He held out his hand, fingers splayed out. He giggled a bit while waiting for them to take it out of the box, he still couldn’t believe that they wanted to marry him. Him! The doofus that’s too loud and rowdy and a bit gross but well meaning. It was so cliche and sappy for him to be thinking this, but he honestly felt like a princess with just, everything. The venue, the dinner, the ring, how cute and pretty they both looked all dressed up. He kinda liked it.

CiggaretteQueef

sal bounced a little in his lap, excited for this moment, they almost fumbled with the box before correcting their grip and taking the ring out carefully, holding leos hand gently in their other, and sliding the ring into place.   they grinned proudly "you are now my fiance. oh gosh, i have a fiance.." they put their arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. definitely one of the best things to happen to them. and then pulled out their phone to take a selfie with leo.

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Leo let out a little gasp as they placed the ring on his hand, it fit perfectly…and was so pretty. He let out another giggle at Sal’s words, “Same here! It seems, I don’t know, it seems so unreal. We’re fiancés.” wrapped his arms around them, squeezing them before smiling for the picture. Well, more like turning his head towards the camera, he didn’t think he could grin wider without it looking like he was baring his teeth. “Wait. Wait where’s your ring? You gotta get in on this shit.”

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"oh, well, if you want, we cooould go pick one out for me too?" they definitely wanted an engagement ring to go with leos. "we can  go to the shop i went to for yours, they make really pretty and unique ones, dont they?" they were pretty proud of the find, and extremely happy leo liked it. they stood up, putting their hand out for leo to take "let's go get milkshakes in celebration! they dont have those here.." and even if they did, theyd probably be in a tiny portion.

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word count- 400 warnings-gore, gutspill, vomit. based on this pic

He knew taking the job was risky in his current condition, but he'd had no choice, it was an emergency- though for some reason he couldnt remember why. Maybe it was the knock he'd gotten to head, right before he stabbed the guy who did it. it couldnt have been more than 5 minutes after that, when he had moved to crouch, hiding around a corner, that he realized he must have gotten cut. There was blood dripping and- he looked down to see dark pink. He didnt realize the cut was that bad, his organs drooping out, he stood up, tried to hold himself together, but doing so alerted the men he was hiding around the corner from.

They didnt take hesitation in jumping him, and while he fought back easily, suppressing them both within a minute, the struggle had made the tear in his stomach larger, a bigger portion of his organs hanging out now, blood covering the front of his shirt and pants. His hands started shaking, the fact that his organs were falling out was bad enough, but the fact he could see one in particular- his uterus where the small fetus he'd been carrying for several months now- terrified him.

he could see it shift, moving inside the thick membrane like organ- he felt sick. He started heaving, hand going to his stomach out of habit, only to get a handful of cooling blood and organs in it- he sat up, gagging and throwing up, The mess of vomit covered the blankets in his lap and the front of his sweater, tears rolling down his cheeks and shaking. The all too familiar room around him felt foreign, his vision was blurry, and his chest heaved, coughing, feeling like he couldnt breath,  like someone was choking him. 

Another nightmare for the memory bank. He'd had them a lot since getting pregnant, several times a week, but most of them he'd only startle awake from,. But some he'd wake up from yelling or dry heaving. This being the latter. He hated these ones the most because monty would always get startled awake by the noise and movement. This however, was the first time he'd thrown up directly in bed. Normally he'd be able to rush to the bathroom first. 

Still out of it, all he could do was stare down blankly at the mess, shallow breathes as he tried to get a grip on reality again.

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wedding day

finally got around to the wedding that i think was meant to be in august or september? but oh well. word count:so many, like 12k. pocket butter is @monty-enzo, the other is me(the format or whatever is a bit dif at first bcuz we switched to a dif chat for the rp) warnings: oh man, the first half is pretty chill, then theres some explicit sex and blood and some violence near the end, but its pretty mild i guess. 

pocket butter  Monty was standing in front of the mirror, looking at himself. He chose to wear a white button up blouse shirt, with a dark blue vest and a gold colored bowtie, his dress pants were also dark blue and black shoes. "Almost about ta pop a button there ey?" A voice next to him said making him jump, Monty looked over to see his twin and colors in embarrassment. "I guess'm a 'lil heavier than I thought." he replied double checking to make sure the buttons really weren't going to pop off. Monty sighs softly, and goes back to admiring himself. "Ya look good, better than I did I can assure ya." Atlas stated and chuckles, then turns Monty to help straighten his bowtie and brush down his vest. "Don't worry bout bein' nervous, you'll do fine." He added, then gave his twin a hug. "I'm gonna go see how yer groom is doin'." Monty nods wringing his hands as Atlas turned to leave, then lets out a nervous breath, though he was excited. Was Oscar ready for this just as much as he was?

discostick  Oscar was putting back on his shirt after sal made him remove the stomach shapewear. Not that it was very noticeable to begin with, itd be unlikely anyone would think he was pregnant by it. He also wore a loose binder under his shirt to keep his titties under wraps, which, thankfully for him, werent very big either, so sal allowed him to keep the loose binder to smooth his chest out. Sal was helping him put his tux back on and adjusting the tie when atlas came in. Oscar almost moved to go kiss him, when he noticed it wasnt monty. The two were very similar in stature and face at first glance. Instead, he stayed where he was, giving a short greeting before asking about monty  "Hows my perfect little man doin?" To oscar, the whole thing was just a party where everyone would get excited over him making out with monty. If he put more thought into it, itd make him nervous, only because he didnt want to ruin it for monty.  He was worried already that monty wouldnt want to hang around at the party portion after the ceremony. He already made a back up plan for that, hed just tell everyone to enjoy themselves  without the two there, no point in stopping and wasting the party. He wasnt sure how many wedding receptions didnt include the married couple, but it didnt matter if it was for montys comfort.

pocket butter  Atlas grinned winking at Oscar, "I'm doin jus fine tanks for askin." he said then snickered slightly. "Monty is jus' fine, hes almost done, everyting else is all set up an ready for ya guys. An accordin' to da rules, ya ain't supposed ta see each other before the weddin', its bad luck." he snickered again "Unless ya into that superstitious nonsense I wouldn't worry." The shorter man left again going back to his brother, even though Monty now met his 'father' Atlas was going to be the one giving Monty away at the wedding. He took in a breath and let it out then went in to see Monty sitting on the stool. He hurried over to him, "Hey, ya okay?" he asked concerned. Monty nodded. "I .. I got too nervous and .. I threw up." he stated, sweat clung to his skull. "Aw, there there baby bro you'll be okay ya? Its just a little walk down the isle and then ya tie the knot with Oscar-" he saw Monty's face turning blueish pink in embarrassed fashion. Then added "Not that knot." he stated then patted his shoulder. "You hang out with Oscar too much, haha got a dirty mind goin on there don't ya. Thats a good thing, bein all lose and relaxed is what ya need to be."

disco stick Oscar was tempted, extremely tempted, to go bother monty beforehand, but he wasnt sure how serious monty took the wedding traditions and he didnt want to ruin it for him. So he waited until sal said it was time to walk out and wait for his groom to walk down the aisle. To be honest, he hadn't had much experience with weddings, or more like he never had paid attention to how they worked.  the officiant he hired was someone non-religious he knew, since neither monty or himself were religious and werent interested in hearing the bibled up version of it all. He was liable to punch someone if they talked about the 'sanctity of marriage between a man and woman'. Thankfully sal seemed to know how a wedding went, and told him when to walk out. The ceremony would be held just outside the building, the sun was setting, leaving a gorgeous pink and orange sky. There were star shaped lights hanging over all the benches where the guests sat. He walked out, following the officiant and sal and seymour behind him. While ozzi was his maid of honor, she didnt feel comfortable standing up in front of everyone, so she had a seat in the front row next to their moms. Oscar was also excited to see thais had actually shown up, though her face suggested she wasnt happy about it. They stopped at the gazebo, taking their places.

pocket butter There was a late face in the crowed but one that was all too familiar. Enzo. He managed to snag a last minute plane from Germany not intending to miss a really important day to Monty. He casually nodded to Oscar as the other scoped out the crowd probably to see all who showed up. Then music started playing for Monty to come down the aisle. In a normal wedding when the bride walked down the aisle everyone would stand, Monty didn't mind if they would or wouldnt. "Ready baby bro?" Atlas asked before hooking his arm around Monty's to walk his brother down the aisle. Monty nodded, he was beaming and felt light on his feet. His eyes were locked on Oscar, standing there up in front of everyone. Looking handsome as ever in his dark blue and starry suit. The backdrop behind him of the setting sun took Monty's breath away and he felt tears in his eyes. Around the smaller monster's shoulders were small star shaped flowers. And down his back was a long starry cape in representation of a veil. Atlas stopped at a point and gave his brother a kiss on the cheek then let him go, he walked up the steps of the gazebo to the spot next to Oscar and took his hands. He was already a teary mess, his cheeks blushed, beaming in excitement.

disco stick when the music started, oscar didnt really react, it was just another day, another party, albeit different. but seeing monty walk down the aisle, in that handsome little suit and the gorgeous cape, he felt a flutter in his soul. that was the most important person to him, dressed up and beautiful and round with his baby, and he had to fight the urge to run forward and scoop him up and smooch him right then. he was bad at fighting urges, and only noticed he'd actually tried to step forward when he felt a hand holding him by his arm. he glanced back at a smiling seymour and sal mouthing to stay put. right, ok fine, he could wait. he looked back to monty who was finally nearing the gazebo, and immediately offered a hand out to him to hold, grinning at him, trying to keep his voice nonchalant as if he'd just come to pick him up from work, "hey baby." the only thing giving him away was the excited look and grin on his face. and his tail. fuck, that was embarrassing. he couldnt help a glance out over the crowd where he was certain he heard muffled laughter. he knew it probably wasnt meant rudely, but he couldnt help feeling embarrassed.

pocket butter Monty was trembling with excitement looking up at Oscar, when he heard him say hey he giggled and squeezed his hand. "Hi handsome." Even Monty wanted to pull Oscar down and kiss him, but he knew he had to wait for the 'big moment' when they were allowed to and officially married. Monty noticed Oscar's tail wagging and only smiled brighter up at him. In due time the ceremony would take way and Monty and Oscar would be giving their vows, exchanging their rings, and then kiss. Even though he shouldn't Monty sort of hoped Oscar would pick him up to kiss him since he was sort of short and couldn't exactly kiss him without him bending rather low. When that moment would come though Monty would put his arms around Oscar's neck and kiss him rather passionately to hear everyone witnessing; congratulate them and applaud.

disco stick Oscar did his best to control his tail, easier to do after the embarrassment of muffled laughter. the officiant started speaking, giving the non-religious form of the ceremony, and telling them to share their vows. oscars vow was simple, the gist of it being that he'd always love and protect him, and of course he'd slip in something lewd about loving his sweet ass, which would receive several blushes and laughs from the crowd.

Pocket Butter

Monty smiles at Oscar giving his vows as well, blushing at the other's all too familiar lewdness added in. His own were sort of cheesy but he meant well. And after exchanging rings the officiant said they were now married and allowed to kiss. Monty threw his arms around Oscar's neck and gave him a big smooch on the mouth, before slipping him some tongue. All of the cheering and clapping embarrassed him but he was content, and with the man he loved. Once the two would end their kiss they'd go down the aisle hand in hand, instead of rice Monty ordered glittery gold star and moon confetti to be tossed. The ground was covered in it.

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Oscar eagerly kissed back, hands sliding down montys back to his ass. the far lean wasnt exactly comfortable, and while he knew he'd get scolded for it later, he lifted monty up to get a better kissing angle and hold him closer.  oscar would be in no hurry to end the kiss, leaving it up to seymour to elbow him gently "yo, there's kids here." oscar would snicker, but break the kiss and set monty down to walk back down the isle with him before announcing the move to the reception, located nearby. it would be decorated similarly, with tons of star shaped string lights, and of course, the big ass cake and all the food, ending the announcement with "lets go motherfuckers!" one of the people with kids wasnt thrilled he used that wording, but he had actually warned everyone in the wedding invitation, so they couldnt call him out for it.

Pocket Butter

Monty giggled when he was grabbed and picked up, then kissed Oscar more. He looked over at Seymour who hurried them along and was set down. He smiled hearing him call out in demand for everyone to follow in the most fashionable way he does. "Yeah bitches!" he almost felt bad about it but he was in too good of a mood for it to bother him. They were going to go cut the wedding cake, that was the next part of the whole getting married thing. Though when Monty saw the complete thing including the special silhouette at the bottom he was brought to tears. "Oh, oh my god babe its beautiful."

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Oscar grinned, happy to see his special detail was appreciated by monty, along with several people in the crowd commenting on how fucking big it was. Oscar still wasnt sure of the specifics but he figured they were just supposed to cut into it at the same time. He looked around the table. No knife. He jokingly called out "yo, anybody got a knife?" Producing laughter and several knives from the crowd, which was expected considering a lot of them were people he worked with and the main trade was knives. He was sure it was probably a little alarming to some of the other guests that so many of them had knives on them. A furry guy walked forward, handing a sheathed knife to him, upon pulling it out, he grinned and showed the knife to monty. It was a wedding gift with their names engraved on it. The guy laughed saying that he purposely took the cake knife for this reason. "What piece ya wanna cut doll? We could eat ourselves."

Pocket Butter

Monty noticed the bunch of them pulling out knives, and was a little alarmed about this. Though no one else seemed too bothered, admittedly for once in his life he was nervous around something so sharp, so when Oscar showed him the special blade he smiled up at him a little nervously. "Its a really nice blade, I'd hate to ruin it, but I suppose some cake wont hurt." He took the knife from him carefully, "Hold your hand over mine, we'll cut this piece right here." Monty said lining up the knife to cut out next to the silhouette "We'll save that for last." he said putting the slice onto a plate, then reached up and squished it in Oscar's face giggling. "I'll eat the cake alright, right off your face babe!" he added pulling Oscar down for another smooch, though only to lick some of the cake off.

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Oscar was surprised at the cake to his face, then again, he really shouldn't have been. He grabbed a hold of monty when he pulled him down to wipe his face on montys, smearing the cake on his too, laughing before licking montys cheek "if we're licking it off each other, theres some other places I'd love to put cake on you."  Which resulted in a couple whistles from the crowd, and some scolding from jillie. He stood up grinning "oh come on, can ya blame me? Hes cute."

Pocket Butter

Monty giggles as Oscar smears it back in his face too, eating some of it instead of throwing it. When he heard the comment he laughed "Maybe later tonight babe~" he said coyly, then cut another piece of cake to eat it. "Please enjoy yourselves everyone, and thank you all again for coming." Monty said smiling. Monty never was one for crowds or parties, the last one he was at he got ridiculously drunk and he and Oscar fucked in some random person's closet. That was Halloween to be exact, and since it was still late fall it really wasn't that long ago. Monty tried not to think too much of it, more intent on enjoying the night with Oscar and having fun. "Lets go dance later."

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oscar wiped off the knife, putting it back in its sheath and in his pocket. he sure as hell wasnt planning on cutting cake for everyone, and waved over a hired waiter to start doing so. he lifted monty up to set him on one of the tables and wipe his face off, handing monty a napkin to do the same for him, because he didnt have a mirror for this.  one of the people he knew had walked over and started talking to him about STUFF AND THINGS IDK.

Pocket Butter

Monty casually greeted the person who came up to Oscar, but not before wiping his face off and giving him a loving kiss. He sat on the table with his piece of cake swinging his legs idly while the others talked. Then out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of someone familiar who he didn't think would show up at all. "Enzo!" the tall dark boned skeleton walked over to them to congratulate them. He also had a wedding gift for them both, it was two sterling silver German tankards with their names on them. Monty had opened the gift with Oscar, "Wow! Think of how much cocoa these can hold!" he laughed, even though tankards were normally meant for holding beer. "Thank you." He said and gave Enzo a hug. "And thank you for coming."

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oscar greeted and thanked enzo, he absolutely could use those for hot coco, but upon seeing his sister thais, he was reminded that she actually showed up, and he excused himself from the two with a joking "don't stab my husband again."

Pocket Butter

Enzo was taking a drink from his wineglass when he heard Oscar say that and spit what he had in his mouth out. Monty drew back trying to avoid getting sprayed with wine on his wedding clothing. Thankfully the other was spitting downward at least. "Hes um.. joking? Kinda." Monty said watching Oscar leave then looking back to Enzo. Monty was about to say more when he felt a painful jolt from the baby, he dropped his plate and held his stomach. "Ow!" Enzo sets his glass down "Are you alright?" he asked. Monty took in a few breaths to settle and rubs his stomach. "I .. I think so."

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with the crowd of people and not too heavy music playing, oscar hadnt heard monty since he'd walked far enough away. he tried greeting thais, but once she spotted him, she immediately scowled. seymour was next to her and elbowed her with a frown. her only response was to look down at the plate of cake she was holding, still not looking any happier. oscar hesitated before smiling weakly "hey sis. glad ya came.. its good ta see ya." thais looked unimpressed "yeah, glad to see you doing so well, did you invite wes? oh wait."  oscar winced, looking down and unable to think of a response. seymour smacked her shoulder roughly, and she growled at him. not the best family reunion.

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Monty asked Enzo to help him down, which he did. Then made his way over to join Oscar, but Atlas and Maude intercepted giving him a hug and kiss and congratulating him. Monty smiled a little embarrassed, and his twin could tell something was up. "You okay?" he asked slightly raising his voice. "Yes, I'm fine. Just the baby kicked pretty hard." Monty replied, he gave them a few more hugs then went up to Oscar and slipped his hand into his. Wondering if Oscar was going to introduce them.

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oscar jumped a little at the touch, looking down in what appeared to be fear in the split second before he recognized monty. he tried to smile, looking a little distraught. he didnt want to think about his past. he missed his sister, but he shouldve realized nothing good would come of inviting her when she refused to talk to him for years. he stayed silent much too long, leaving seymour to finally speak "uh, hi there, monty. im seymour, this is thais, we're oscars siblings. the wedding looks fantastic, seriously." oscar nodded a bit, squeezing montys hand just a bit from being too hard as he glanced back to his sister, afraid she might say something else off-handed. instead since she had nothing against monty and was honestly just worried about oscars past aggressive behavior, she genuinely complimented him "yeah, its very pretty, and i love your cape. makes you look kinda like a superhero." seymour smiled at that "oh, absolutely! you look very super!" oscar was relieved thais wasnt targeting him anymore, loosening his grip on montys hand. he figured if he stayed quiet, she wouldnt have a reason to say anything else about him.

Pocket Butter

Monty looked at his hand when Oscar squeezed it a little hard, then looked up at him before looking towards the other two. This was basically the first time meeting them, he remembered Oscar had another sibling, Ozzi. But when they addressed him flat out he shyly grips the cape that draped delicately over his shoulders. "Thank you, I .. made it myself. Last minute touchups and all that." he said in a rather low voice. He wasn't too thrilled Oscar seemed to have a damper on his mood when the two were supposed to be having fun and celebrating. Monty figured Oscar hadn't seen his family in a while, but seeing his husband appear tense he wanted to rescue him. "Sorry to kidnap my husband but he still owes me a dance." he said softly looking at the ground. He didn't want to be rude, he just wanted Oscar to be happy.

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seymour smiled and nodded "oh of course, it was nice meeting you, you might be the only thing oscar texts me about." thais gave a little wave with her free hand "have a nice dance." oscar gladly took the escape monty provided, keeping his steps slow enough that he wouldnt make monty have to walk fast to keep up, but still clearly wanting to get away from that general vicinity. he took a moment to straighten his tie, as if it needed it, and take a deep breath, mentally pushing the ordeal into a box and shoving it in the corner for later, so he could enjoy the rest of the night. putting on a grin and turning to face monty,  he did an extravagant and dorky bow, holding his hand out "care to dance?"

Pocket Butter

Monty almost tripped when Oscar hurried away, realizing now he was right and the other had been uncomfortable. He looked over his shoulder at Oscar's other two siblings before looking up at him. Once they got to the spot they were going to he giggles shyly when Oscar bows to him. "I'd love to." he said and took his hand, he wanted it to be the two of them. "I meant it in my vow, I will be with you through thick and thin. Its me and you, ya know? Its been for sometime, and will be for some time longer." he said as he was dancing with Oscar. It would be a slow dance as their first dance of the night.

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Lucky for monty, oscar knew how to dance, so no feet were in risk of getting stepped on by the much bigger monster. He was glad to push the situation away, parties were meant for fun, and he didnt want this one in particular ruined. He carefully moved along with him, worried about making monty over exert himself "well I hope ya meant it, kinda what they're for." He joked, putting monty into an unnecessary dip and kissing him, just for the hell of it. Plus, dips were fun as fuck in his opinion.

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"Eep babe! Careful," Monty held onto him, the dip actually startled him just a little but he held onto him and smiled. Then kissed him still in the dip "Even if we didn't have vows, I'd still stick with ya no matter what." he cups the side of Oscar's face giving him another deep kiss. "Now, lets get this party started huh?" he straightens up and lets the dj play louder dance music. Sure dancing in formal clothing to music like that was a little hard to do but Monty wanted the others to have fun to the music. He even picked some of Oscar's favorites, which - well some might consider distasteful at a wedding, Monty didn't mind. He just swayed to the music for a while longer before needing to sit down.

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"same, baby, you're the moon to my sky, without you it'd die." he joked, knowing how cheesy it sounded, but hell, weddings were meant to be a little cheesy. he kissed montys cheek when he sat down, going to go talk to some of the people who were there, except for thais. he very purposely avoided her, and she was glad he did. she only came because the rest of her family talked her into it. one unfortunate thing that oscar always forgot was that there were other people who had an amazing sense of smell, for instance, able to smell if someone was sick, or horny, or pregnant. when someone brought it up to him, he almost flat out panicked, even if it was stupid to over people finding out. but sometimes he was blessed with quick thinking, replying that it must just be because he and monty spend so much time together, his scent was on him. whether or not they believed him was another thing, but if they didnt, they kept their mouth shut.

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Monty listened to the vibrating music feeling it rattling his bones, he moved away from the surround sound watching as people mingled and danced. He was starting to feel a little sick, and somewhat anxious, but he already spent too much time on his feet. Monty saw Nilla and Charlie with their baby and greeted them, saying hello to their little girl. After the two headed off for some food Monty was left at the table, his hand against his stomach. Looking around he saw Sal with Leo, and a few other familiar faces. Apollo with his partner Seravek and even Diego who waved to him. Monty was glad they all showed up, it was nice to be around all these people. Which was strange since he was incredibly antisocial and avoided parties like the plague.

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oscar checked in with monty every so often,  and would introduce him to people, probably tell monty some embarrassing or funny story about them. a lot of the people he knew were from difference places, living far away because of his previous traveling around, so he didnt get to interact with them much other than texts. being a very social person, he was having an absolute blast at the party.

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Monty politely met everyone that Oscar introduced him to, smiling lightly. But he was getting tired and a little overwhelmed. It had in fact got late into the night and a little cold, Monty had gotten up to get some snacks. "How are you feeling?" Monty looked up with food hanging out of his mouth, seeing his twin. "Oh, ugfh.. fhine." he said with his mouth full. Atlas laughed "Looks like it, just wanted to see how you are doing me and Maude are heading out. Congrats on tying the knot an everything, give us a call when ya pop ya?" he pats Monty and goes over to Maude saying good bye to Oscar before leaving.

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some of the people who had brought kids had left a fair bit ago, and as much as oscar wanted to continue the party for as long as possible, he kept noticing monty was probably ready to get undressed and relax and not deal with interaction from the outside world, a feeling he didnt often get. well, at least not the last part. he was kind of tired, probably due to being pregnant, even if the baby was small. he walked up behind monty, pressing close and leaning down to give his neck a kiss "ready to head home, honey?" he didnt wait for a response, slipping his tux jacket off to drape over montys shoulders and calling out "yo, we're gonna head out, gotta prepare for our honeymoon of maaajor fucking!" he got a few cheers and laughter for that, before pulling his wallet out and tipping one of the nearby waiters immensely, "make sure ya save any leftovers, ill get em later." any wedding gifts he'd had sent to his car earlier, which he and monty would open later probably.

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Monty took the coat gladly and sort of breathed in Oscar's smell. Even though he didnt have the keen sense of smell like some of the others did he could still smell Oscar's scent. He blushed at the comment of their honeymoon, which there really was no way the two could do that especially with Monty being so heavily pregnant. "Can you believe someone asked if I was having a litter?" Monty suddenly asked as he was getting up from the chair, "Either I'm that fat, or you're that fertile." he looked down at his round tummy and rubs it "Its okay you're just big like your daddy."

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Oscar chuckled, leaning to rub montys stomach too "well, if it was mark, he had an actual litter of kids, so he mighta really thought you were full of em too." being in an almost perpetual state of horny, from what he could only guess was caused by the pregnancy, he licked montys neck and whispered "maybe im not fertile enough for a litter, but i can fill you up like one."

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Monty's whole face colored and he was instantly flooded with warmth, "B-babe not in front of the others." he said, though didnt stop himself from kissing Oscar more with some tongue. He broke the kiss with a light breath, "Yer mum will get mad if we fuck while pregnant, but .. I suppose some playing around wont hurt." Monty pressed against him blushing. He was also feeling kinda kinky but he wasnt about to do more lewd stuff in front of everyone else.

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oscar got excited that monty seemed in the mood, tongue swiping over his sharp teeth in anticipation, he gave monty fair warning before lifting him up bridal style and walking away with him quickly before one of his parents caught him doing it, heading to his car. he grinned "i know its not the threshold of a house but uh, i think the car will do fine for now." he was completely planning on fucking monty in the car, swinging the backseat door open and setting monty on the seat. true, there wasnt an actual honeymoon planned right now, since he was afraid to be traveling long distances with monty so pregnant, so that'd have to be planned after the birth.

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In the back of a car, charming. Well Monty was right up on the now or never term with Oscar, and wrapped his arms around his husband's neck and kissed him on the mouth. He felt hot all over, the raging hormones was effecting every bit of him. He paused a moment and looked down at his shirt, which soaked a bit in the front. "U-um... " his face colored and he put his hands over his face. "O-oh god. Im leaking."

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the scent monty was giving off only made him hornier and upon seeing what monty meant, he grinned, sliding monty further into the car, up to the other door, so he could close the one behind him, kissing montys neck and unbuttoning his vest and shirt "all leaking is welcome here, baby." he finished opening his shirt, kissing  down to his breasts and licking them. he knew he wasnt really supposed to be forcing his magic, but it was really really hard not to when he felt riled up like this, a bulge growing in his suit pants, feeling restricted.

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Monty blushed as Oscar just undressed him and teased his sensitive breasts, embarrassed they were leaking milk. It was apparent the two were getting heated pretty quickly and Monty wasnt sure if he could undress Oscar fast enough. Well, he didn't really take off his shirt and vest just unbuttoned it some, but he was more focused on undoing Oscar's pants. "C-careful not to strain your magic to much." he said looking up at him blushing.

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oscar latched his mouth on one of montys breasts, only replying with a mumbled "mhm" in agreement, sucking and scraping his teeth over the soft flesh before letting go to move over monty more, pressing his cock against montys pants, tugging on his thighs and panting "hmmn baby, can i fuck you? please, i wanna feel you around me." asking because he didnt want to assume monty would be up for  full on sex instead of oral, he didnt want to hurt him, and right now it was proving difficult for him to be completely gentle.

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Monty was letting out heated needy mewls from the attention, arching and pressing hotly against Oscar all the right signs and sounds. The question wasnt about to go unanswered and if anyone caught them fucking in the car then whatever, free show. Monty forced that thought down so he could focus on Oscar and the arising need. Pressing his hips back against him, "Y-yeah babe..please.." he kissed him on the mouth, pulling him down by his tie.

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he messily kissed him back, pressing his tongue into montys mouth as he made quick work of montys pants, pulling them off along with his underwear, slipping his fingers into monty without warning, pressing his thumb against his clit a little roughly before removing his fingers, too eager to fuck him to want to use his hand any longer. he pressed between montys thighs, letting out a groan as he pushed inside of him.

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Monty let out a half gasp and moan, wow that was fast, but his body was already really aroused Oscar didnt need time for prepping. Monty was tight over Oscar since their intimate times were a little more scarce. After a short moment though his walls relaxed around him, hugging around Oscar's cock. Monty moans again his arms still around Oscar's neck and shoulders. "H-haa..e-easy babe.." he said softly.

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"ooh fuck-" he breathed out against montys neck, pulling his thighs and pressing deep, hilting himself. he'd be glad to be able to fuck whenever and however he wanted again, he really missed this feeling. he didnt pause long after hilting, pulling out halfway before pushing back in faster. if monty told him to stop, he absolutely would, he said in his head as his thoughts clouded, getting rougher with his thrusting, panting against montys neck, one hand roaming over the others taut stomach.

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Monty could only moan pleased under Oscar, he missed the intimate moments as well. And even if Oscar didnt have his full size he was still well endowed and filled Monty nicely. The feeling was overwhelming, and he was oozing a bit more from his body embarrassed but too heated to do anything about it. Monty moaned and panted clinging to Oscar like his life depended on it.

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oscar panted out more curses, losing himself in the feeling, the curses turned into low growling and grunts, slamming his hips to montys roughly. he wasnt in heat and monty was already very much pregnant, but the urge to breed him was practically ingrained in oscar. anyone on the outside would know exactly what was up by the shifting of the car as he roughly pounded into monty, a lot rougher than he should be at this point.

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Monty's pants started turning into short breath gasps, a bit from pain but mostly from Oscar shoving into him and sort of scrunching him up harder against the door. "Au-hhff.. O-Oscar.. y-y-.. you're squishing me.." he mumbles panting trying to catch his breath. The rough thrusting of Oscar was sort of starting to hurt as well, and he hoped the baby wasnt to bothered by it. "E-easy."

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oscar growled in response, only really hearing his name as he thrusted into him. not much longer and he bit down hard on montys neck, drawing blood, another deep growl as he came, hilting himself and gushing cum inside the smaller monster.

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Monty cried out, shaking as he got bit. His mouth open and tears flooding his eyes, it had been too rough for him to enjoy it as much as he thought he would. He was groaning a little weakly under Oscar from being scrunched against the side of the door, and being filled has his eyes rolling back. He panted, his fingers dug into Oscar's sleeves, and feeling the twitching and pulsing of Oscar's cock inside of him triggered his own orgasm. Making his walls squeeze and clench around him, milking Oscar's cock of everything he had.

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oscar loosened his jaw, panting hard against the others bloody neck that he hadnt entirely realized he'd caused yet. in his head, he was brought back to the start of their relationship, thats what it had felt like for him, new and rough and god he'd loved it, not realizing he'd hurt monty, or possibly himself, yet. he let out a low groan, having shifted back a bit, unpinning monty and coming down from his high, laying on top of him, or as much as he could without squishing him, keeping himself propped up by his knees and elbows.

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Monty was quivering from pain and trying to catch his breath under Oscar, his fingers loosened and he let go of Oscar's shirt. Tears rolling down his cheeks and blood down his neck and staining his shirt. He had a deep mark where Oscar bit him. Monty was twitching his insides flooding and pooling out cum oozing down and puddling onto the car's seat. After catching his breath he forced back a sob and sits up his hand against his neck, "G-got me good babe.." he half heartedly laughed. Even though it was rough and he was hurting, he didnt seem the least bit upset.

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the sound in montys voice immediately caught his attention. he didnt like that sound, it stilled his blood and made his heart stop. he sat up on his knees, looking down at monty, guilt splashing over him in a wave. "shit, shit- fuck, i-im sorry, i didnt- i wasnt-" way to fuck up your wedding night, you piece of shit. he buttoned his pants, all the bliss feeling from the orgasm replaced with guilt and fear "do i need to take you to a doctor, im sorry, i-" he felt sick, looking away from monty, he didnt want to see the tears and blood he caused.

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Monty took Oscar's hand, "It's alright I'm okay." he shifts closed to sit in Oscar's lap kissing him on the mouth, "Shh babe its alright I'm not upset, and I only hurt a little, well mostly where you bit me but thats it." he said, he looked at Oscar with his mismatched eyes "Look at me babe, trust me okay? I'm fine, and I'm sure the baby is fine too. We haven't had sex in a long time and got a little carried away," he lets out a small laugh "Come on its not the first time you made me cry during sex." he looked down, oozing on Oscar's pants, then casually grinds his hips against him trying to get his attention back on him and not the guilt of the probable pain he caused. "Man.. this mess you made of me, nnh.. y-you know when the baby is out I want you to fill me twice as much.." he said giving him another kiss and sort of soaking his pantleg from the cum still oozing out.

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"I got carried away.." he glanced at him when asked, but quickly looked away again and the comment of making him cry during sex just reminded him of all the times he hurt monty in a non-sexy way. the grinding and dirty talk made him horny again, his not-yet-gone dick quickly hardening and tenting his pants, making him feel worse. he shouldnt be horny still, he just hurt monty, while he was pregnant on their wedding night. this was supposed to be a sweet loving night, not a make your new husband cry night. he swallowed thickly, feeling like he might throw up, which seemed like it had to do with the pregnancy since he didnt normally feel like barfing from guilt.  hands a little shaky, he placed them on montys hips and leaned close to hug him. "im sorry.. i didnt meanta hurt you like that.."

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Monty realized Oscar was feeling bad and eased up on him, he put his arms around him and held him close. "I love you Oscar, no matter what, and I know you don't mean to hurt me." He decides to just coddle Oscar keeping him close against his naked body petting his head and talking to him softly. The lingering pain disappeared, the blood still oozing down his neck and collar bone and between his breasts. Monty didnt say much, he just kept his arms around Oscar, petting him and telling him how handsome he looked in his suit. Saying he would of just jumped him there in the gazebo, he also said he had a very fun time and the wedding and party was a success. "Even now, with us here in the car. I enjoy it, any time I spend with you."

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Oscar listened to his voice, knowing he fucked up, but at least not enough that he'd had to rush him to a hospital. but the thought lingered that he easily could have.  he started peppering small kisses to montys cheek and down his neck, clearly hesitating before licking the bloody mess he'd made. even with all the calm and sweet talk, he was still sporting a large erection. it was a lot easier to force magic into existence when you were horny than forcing it away when you were horny. he swallowed again, closing his eyes and tasting the blood he'd lapped up, trying to focus on getting rid of his dick and feeling a pain in his stomach. he pulled monty closer against his waist "i feel so bad for hurting you but i cant stop wanting to pound you into the floor." he wasnt trying to get more action, he was honestly miffed at his skyrocketed horny levels, even when he felt like shit. "i think there's somethin wrong with me.. ya think they have some kinda.. anti-viagra for pregnant people?"

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Monty softly laughed, it wasn't at Oscar but he sort of understood his trouble. "Its just your hormones babe." he kissed his neck "I get really fucking horny around you too, in fact I am still horny. But .. I am kind of worried about you too, are you okay? Are you hurting anywhere?" he asked looking at him then his small hands came to Oscar's stomach, wondering if he was tender at all. Then casually lowering his hands down along Oscar's pants undoing them and freeing him from the restraints. He grips around the base of Oscar's cock, "I know you feel guilty, but, this wont go away on its own. Let me help." he kissed the tip then licked it before sliding it into his mouth and bobbing his head. He adjusted his body just right then started to also give him a boob job. Monty's mismatched eyes on Oscar watching his reaction, hoping he would be alright with this.

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oscar didnt get a chance to answer the question before monty had dropped below, making his soul thump hard and start leaking through his shirt, just one of those times when he felt hot and bothered all the way through enough that his not always up-to-par soul finally reacted.  he dug his nails into the cars seat, whispering a breathy "oh jesus-" hard as a rock and dripping wet below the pants, he let himself go in attempt to hurry up and get it over with, feeling guilty that monty would even consider doing this after he hurt him. it wouldnt take much longer, legs shaking slightly as he kept from bucking his hips and came, feeling another pain in his stomach, though all he could focus on was how great it felt to cum.

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Monty took the mouthful of cum, though he wasn't able to swallow it all, it splattered his face and chest. He quivered a little, looking at Oscar's face, he could feel all his muscles tense but the orgasm blocked the idea of it being pain. He licked at Oscar tasting him, stringing a bit of fluids from his mouth to his dick in front of him. Thumb rubbing and pressing at the sensitive vein on the underside. "Feel better baby?" he asked looking up at him, his face a mess.

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he nodded, shivering and panting "fuck yeah- s-stop that before you get me goin again." he gently tugged monty back up into his lap, as much as he honestly really wanted to go again and again, kissing him deeply before peppering smaller kisses along his jaw. "im sorry when i hurt you, i love ya so much baby, guess its uh, heh, hard to contain it?" he grinned at the pun, trying not to keep pouting over his fuck up.

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"I'd let you pound me into the floor anytime, but perhaps after we have our babies." Monty wipes his face off kissing Oscar back "Now um.. c-could we go home so I can get a shower." he stated blushing. The idea of having an audience became more apparent to him then he would of hoped, after all they just only fucked in the parking lot. Monty was a little too exhausted to get dressed so he just reaches under the seat of the car and pulls out a robe which he wraps around himself and ties. Giving Oscar more kisses, "I'm sorry I did that without letting you finish talking... but you .. are okay right?" he asked softly. "You'll tell me if you arent?" he sits back. "And not telling me because you dont want me to worry is only going to make me worry more." he sticks out his tongue pouting.

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unbeknownst to them at the time, there were definitely a few people who had seen the cars movement and known what was going on, especially since there were decorations on the back of the car that said newlyweds and the car was still parked after the two left the party. the few who spotted this included oscars mother, who didnt interrupt only because that would be really weird for her to actually burst in and stop him mid-fuck  instead of just telling him not to before or after. luckily for monty, oscars car, like most of his others, had very tinted windows, so unless someone pressed their face to it, they most likely wouldnt have been seen. oscar chuckles, relaxing back a little "yeah, i feel ok. lets get that sweet ass of yours home." he  zipped his pants up again, swinging open the door, but when he shifted he felt a sharp pain and winced. he paused for a moment before standing up, hoping it was just a random one time pain, but it was proving otherwise with the movement. his pants crotch was soaked with cum juices, but upon reaching down to touch the wetness and looking at his hand in the glow from the street light above the car, it shone pinkish red. he really didnt want to say anything, but monty trusted him to tell him the truth, he couldnt keep hiding away everything bad. it took him a long few moments to actually say anything, but he was sure monty mustve been worried by the hesitation and silence. oscar closed the car door, getting into the drivers seat before saying anything "i uh.. i think.. we should maybe stop by the docs real quick on the way home.. just to-" he was struggling to admit anything, even if it was obvious. "..make sure youre ok.. and me.."  the last part was quieter, just loud enough for monty to hear.

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Monty watched Oscar and saw the reaction that happened, and again he bled when the two were intimate which ended up scaring Monty a little more. He had a hard time telling his now husband no, especially when he wanted to be intimate. He took in a breath to ease his mind "Yeah, stopping by the doctor would be a good idea." he leans over the seat. "But I dont want you driving, please ask someone else to take us home, I think there are a few people still here... maybe Sal? I hope..." he said softly. Monty didnt want to make Oscar think he couldn't do anything because he was bleeding, but he just wanted him to not hurt while he did. He wasnt entirely sure how bad it was. Though admittedly Monty's soul was pounding just a little harder then he hoped it would. He didn't want to feel guilty for being intimate with his husband, but the idea of the baby being harmed was always right there.

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oscar glanced out the window, looking for sals car "uh, nah, i think sal went home.." he looked at monty and gave him a reassuring smile, trying to keep it cool "im alright to drive, baby, promise i didnt drink much." he winked, joking, his main go-to to feel better. he started the car, backing up and driving out of the parking area of the venue, heading towards the nearest hospital, even though he was extremely tempted to just make a turn and go straight home and pretend everything was perfectly fine.

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Monty was holding his hand as he was heading to the hospital, he knew how much Oscar hated them. He rubs his knuckles softly, then actually laughed a little awkwardly. "Oh god I wonder what the doctor will think of this?" he said putting his hand against his neck "That I married a shark I bet." he laughed again softly trying to ease the tension. He also wasn't exactly dressed for the hospital wearing nothing under that bathrobe of his.

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oscar gave a bashful grin "or that ya got mauled by a mountain lion on the way to tha car. hopefully they can heal that a little bit, i did leave.. quite a mark." he switched subjects again "they might guess whats up with all the cum on us."  being where the venue was, a hospital wasnt too far off, and wasnt long till they pulled up and he parked, getting out and opening montys door for him, offering his hand.

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Monty chuckled a little nervously "But we just got married aren't we allowed to do that?" though he was embarrassed about the cum everywhere and tried to wipe it off his face more. Though admittedly he was still sort of leaking out other places. When Oscar came, he came a lot. Monty blushed holding Oscars hand and looks to the hospital letting out a small sigh then smiling at him. "Its gonna be okay."

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"of course we're allowed." they headed to to entrance of the ER while he looked guilty, starting to sweat from being in the vicinity of the hospital. he paused at the door, avoiding looking directly at monty and fidgeting "listen.. the last time i went to the doc recently" more like dragged by his parents "they mighta maybe said that uh.." he rubs the back of his neck, feeling awful for not mentioning it sooner "that i uh.. well, ya know how im horny all tha time? sure youve prob noticed all the solo time i do-" he was really rambling now, taking forever to spit it out "well the doc mighta maybe uh.. hinted that i shouldnt be doin that or sex anymore- i know i shoulda told you, but i figured, just some wouldnt hurt and- and it was the weddin and stuff-"

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Monty suddenly felt cold, his heart sunk and he looked at Oscar. "W-...what?" he asked, Monty didnt want to feel guilt for being intimate with his new husband, but if there was a possible way of hurting Oscar or the baby inside from the neglect of the before mention. He felt sick to his stomach, maybe the reaction right now wasn't the best for Oscar, but what he just heard after that he couldn't help but be concerned. Monty's breathing became a little ragged as he tried to calm himself down and not cry, his hand squeezing on Oscar's slightly letting out a shuddering breath before talking. "O-okay, its okay, thats why we are here, to make sure things are alright." he stated trying to keep his teeth from chattering his whole body felt hot. "But I am putting my foot down, no sex until after the babies are born."

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Oscar avoided directly looking at him, but glances shown that monty was upset with this information. oscar nodded, soul feeling heavy "right, of course, thats um, fair.." it could have gone a lot worse telling him, at least monty didnt yell at him. he squeezed montys hand, hesitating with his hand on the door before finally pushing it open. he mentioned to the person at the counter why they were there, pregnancy and bleeding, but didnt specify which of them it was. they probably thought he meant monty. but that was his goal for now, they could just tell the doctor when they got a room. which wouldnt take long, oscar pulled a card from his wallet that pretty much told the hospital he was of 'high standing'.

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Monty was quiet the whole time he was with Oscar, in his bathrobe with his hand on his stomach. He was trying not to think about it, but admittedly he couldn't. What if the baby was hurt, or worse, his stomach started doing turns and he grabbed a bag from the counter of the hospital and threw up into it. "Ugh...god.. I think I ate too much cake..." though the sickness was caused from his anxiety and worry. He sniffled, staying calm was a little harder then he hoped it would be. And he really, really hoped everything was alright.

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Oscar pulled away a bit, keeping his hands together, fidgeting but staying silent. if he killed this baby by doing this, he was sure monty would never forgive him, and he'd have ruined another relationship. it felt like hours after they moved them to a check up room, but in reality it was only a few minutes. the doctor came in and asked what exactly was going on, she was looking at monty expectedly, thinking he was the bleeding pregnant one.

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Monty walked with Oscar into the examination room, saddened when he took his hand away. He looked at the doctor as she looked to him. "Actually, my husband here needs to be looked at. He... he is the one who is pregnant and bleeding, will you check him I-I just want to be sure he and the baby are alright please." he said, his voice cracked and he tried not to choke up. The tears in his eyes deceived him and his hands were shaking, he held his robe since Oscar took his hands away.

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she seemed surprised, looking up at oscar instead, who had a nervous  look on his face, like he'd be the kind of dog thatd bite the vet that touched him. she asked a few typical questions, like what other symptoms he had and what led up to it, the last being answered with a  "we fucked." she seemed shocked at the blunt reply, telling someone to bring in an ultrasound to check the fetus, along with asking monty if he'd like a nurse to clean and bandage his neck.

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Monty quietly accepted, putting his hand against the spot and looking away letting out a shaky sigh, when the doctors leave the room he moves closer to Oscar and takes his hands. "Through rain or shine, I don't mind, through sleet and snow, I'll still show." he lets out a small laugh then looked up at him. "Oscar, you don't have to be afraid of me, or of this. I know you being pregnant is really, hard on you. And ... and even if there is something wrong and they don't make it." he swallows still looking at him. "I won't hate you or be upset, I'm proud of you really, for getting this far as it is, its okay. We still have mine, and each other. I won't leave you, and maybe sometime when you are really ready, we can try again. Okay?" he cupped the side of Oscar's face.

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Oscar smiled a bit at first, comforted by his words, even if he was still nervous in this setting. that is, until monty said that last sentence. his expression visibly dropped and changed to one of fear. 'we can try again' was the same thing wes had said after losing their pregnancy, which oscar was very against since he didnt want to be pregnant at all. the doctor walked back in with the machine, making oscar jump, pulling back from monty again, extremely tensed and looking like he was about to bolt from the room. the doctor noticed this and a little nervously asked him to lay back and there was a split second that he actually shifted forward as if he was going to make a run for it before hesitating and doing as told. god he hoped this baby was fine, he didnt want to try again, but he also didnt want to tell monty no.

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Monty covers his mouth seeing the reaction from Oscar, why did he say that, duh Oscar didn't want this at all. "I.. I'm sorry.. I didn't mean-" the doctor came in with the medicine looking to Oscar as he was preparing to bolt. He started feeling sick again beating himself up for saying something that, well obviously didnt help the situation. The few other nurses nearby him kept asking if he was okay and if he needed to sit down, but their words didn't come to him. "Wh-what?" was all he said before blacking out. Though luckily the nurses caught him before he hit the ground. They intended to take him to another room to get him looked at and made sure he was alright, moving him to a stretcher.

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oscar was having trouble staying still for the ultrasound, he kept glancing over at monty who was clearly distressed, which distressed him more. the doctor kept asking he stay still, but when monty passed out, he immediately pushed her away from him and jumped up, panicking over monty. security guards ended up being called in which oscar proceeded to growl and bare his teeth at, monty on the stretcher next to him and the nurses backed up out of fear.  this visit wasnt going well

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"Sir! We have to make sure he is alright, he could be in trouble please let us take a look at him." A nurse said though standing back with the others hoping he wouldn't get his face punched in. "We have to do our job, you don't want something worse to be there right? Thats why we are here, to make sure everything is okay, but you have to let us do our job." he stated in a more stern voice hoping to get the point across. "Oscar...." Monty's voice came out weak behind him on the stretcher. He was coming to, his head spinning and ringing. He couldn't feel any part of his body as it was numb and tingling. Monty looks over at him "You're safe Oscar.. no one is going to hurt you, or me.."

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oscars only response to the nurse was a loudly growled "fuck off!" acting like a wolf protecting its den. montys voice caught his attention, and he turned to lean over him, worriedly touching his face "hey, you ok baby? what's wrong?" the security took this opportunity to grab oscar from behind, oscar growled, trying to break free from their grip and biting down on one of their arms hard. sedation wasnt really safe to use on pregnant people, but hospital security often had magic that could be used as a form of sedation. one of the ones holding him used this, making him feel weak. before he fell asleep from the magic, he yelled plenty of curses and threats along the line of "ILL FUCKIN KILL YOU- YOU CANT TAKE HIM FROM ME"

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Monty told the doctors to not hurt or touch Oscar, to leave him alone and that he was just trying to protect him. Then shouted without thinking "I'm his mate and I have his baby can't you idiots not stress him out any more then he is!?!" Though when Oscar went down asleep he tried reaching for him, but he was strapped to the stretcher so he wouldnt ‘fall off’ hospitals were the stupidest places ever. "Oscar! Its okay! Everything will be okay, we're fine, its fine its okay." he kept repeating, also stressed out. And then all of a sudden he started having pains. "Ah god! Ow- it hurts!"

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the nurses went to montys aid, trying to calm him and explain why they had to do that, oscar was being a danger to others and himself.  another stretcher was brought in for oscar and he was strapped down and wheeled away to be evaluated, considering the more obvious bleeding from his black pants now.

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Monty saw Oscar being wheeled away and he was sobbing, the stress was taking a toll on him and seeming to cause an early labor. "No please.. Oscar..." he kept reaching out, the pain making him recoil. He was suddenly confused and disoriented not sure what was going on, all he knew was he was in a lot of pain and Oscar was being taken away and bleeding.

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oscar was completely out of it, the others magic had suppressed his, making him pass out. they took him to do an ultrasound and call sal who was labeled as his emergency contact. sal would tell them to do whatever to take care of him and to make sure he got a private room with monty. in turn, sal would contact his moms too.

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The nurses with Monty tried to get him to settle down and ease his pain with medication, making sure he wasn't going into an early labor. The baby would of been premature if it had. They were trying to keep him in a stress free environment but he wasn't cooperating, wanting to be with Oscar. So to keep him calm they put him in the same room. Using an ultrasound on Monty as well to make sure his baby was alright.

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oscar stayed passed out for a while. his parents showed up, jillie immediately taking over the scene to an extent, asking the doctors what happened and if they did this or that to make sure he was ok, ect. monty was included in her mothering, trying to help comfort after she made sure oscar was ok. sitting next to monty after giving oscars forehead a kiss, she spoke in a commanding tone since she was used to taking control and keeping others in line and stable minded "ive talked to the doctors and they said he should be fine. the bleeding is being controlled and should stop, just a complication from his condition." oxana was much more silent, only nodding along every so often.

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"Its .. my fault." Monty said sniffling, "I said okay to ...consummate our marriage..." though he was sort of neglected some pretty important information. He was hiccupping from crying, a common thing that happened to him when he got really upset. "At least he is okay, I'm g-glad..." he sniffed wiping his face free of tears, he still hurt but he was glad everything settled. A nurse came over to Monty asking if she could take care of the mark on his neck.

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jillie was used to oscars wild behavior and was pretty sure monty wasnt all at fault, so she shook her head "it's no ones fault dear, things happen, thats what life is." she patted his hand, holding it before oxana made a quiet huff like noise. jillie looked over at her and oxana held her phone up, tapping it. jillie responded with "oh shoot." she looked back at monty, patting his hand again "we'll be right back, we have something to attend to. if oscar wakes up, try to keep him calm, though im sure you know that, hes told me youve helped him before. i have confidence in you sweetheart." she checked on oscar real quick, patting his hand too before leaving the room.

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Monty looked watching them leave, he was sniffling and still hiccupping, he pulls himself off of his bed and climbs onto Oscar's snuggling up against him, laying on his side. He was gently petting the side of Oscar's face and softly singing whats new pussycat to him, trying not to ruin it by sniffling. But his hiccups were already doing that anyway. He sighed softly, glad everything was alright for the most part and kissed the side of Oscar's skull. "I love you babe, with all my soul.." he snuggled close to him.

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oscar took a while to wake up, longer than usual for those subdued with magic, but that was most likely due to his souls previous injury.  he'd start to stir, first thought, 'where the fuck am i' when it hit him and he almost jumped out of the bed before he noticed monty by his side, making him still his departure.

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Monty flinched almost getting decked when Oscar bolted up "B-babe!" he moved back a little, he was a mess, he had been crying the whole time, his neck bandaged and they had him in a hospital gown which wasnt very flattering and left his backside mostly exposed. Letting out a soft sigh glad Oscar woke up "Easy, its okay, I'm here." he said softly, snuggling back into him, wrapping his arms around one of Oscar's.

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he glanced around the room, empty other than them, which made him feel better. what didnt make him feel good was the iv attached to his upper arm(because skeleton) and he made a disgruntled face at it before turning his attention back to monty. the fact monty was in his bed probably meant he was ok, but his last memory was monty passed out so "are you ok? are you hurt? what did they do to you?" the last question had an undertone of aggression in it.

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Monty smiled a little petting the side of Oscar's face. "Shhh... love. I'm here, nothings going to harm you, or me. I'm alright, and I'm not hurt. They only checked to make sure I wasn't going into premature labor." he whispered trying to keep his voice down in the hospital. "They said everything is okay, and I meant what I said... I won't ever leave you no matter what, I won't ever hate you no matter what." he gave him a kiss, holding up his hand where the wedding band was. "Through sickness and in health, till death do we part." he laced his fingers with Oscar's hand. "I'm not going anywhere."

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he kissed montys hand, looking around again, as if paranoid. he was glad monty was ok, but he didnt want to be here. "right, good. the- my-uh im ok too, yeah? did they say?" he really hoped it was all good so he could ditch this place and also not have to 'try again'.

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Monty lets out a breath and sits up, giving him a stern look which was more like a cute angry pout. "Listen here Mr. Bianchi, and you listen good." he said trying to sound like Jillie had before, but failing miserably. "I want you to tell me important things like that, because I know very well you don't like being in the hospital. And just because you think a bit of ... well messing around when you have pain is okay, it isn't, okay?" he lets out another sigh, like he was relieved to get that off his chest. "Please... babe.. " Monty cups Oscar's face looking at him concerned "Don't scare me like that...I don't want to lose you." he still wasn't answering Oscar right away either because he wanted him time to heal before bolting. But he knew Oscar wasn't going to stay and 'heal' either, he'd have to call James. "Yes, Oscar you are okay too, for now. But," he pokes him on the nose. "No more sex, no more oral, no more doing crazy things like lifting me or straining yourself until after they are born. Okay? Promise me you wont, or at least try to restrain yourself from exertion."

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oscar seemed surprised at montys change of tone, his attention focused on him then. it certainly didnt have the same effect jillies commanding would have. because jillie being stern didnt turn him on. he was glad to hear he was ok too, and nodded with a slight smile before looking away, embarrassed he getting turned on again from that, and also extremely aware he wasnt allowed sex now. "ok.. ill try ta be good sweetheart, i promise."  he looked at the gown he was wearing, trying to distract himself "these things have no style." he looked at it in disgust before looking at montys "well, at least not on me. you look pretty damn hot in one." his hand moved to the iv drip in his arm, it looked like blood, probably because he'd lost a good bit, and he started to peel the tape off, wanting to remove it.

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Monty took Oscar's hand in his to distract him from peeling the IV off and out, Oscar needed that blood and so did the baby. "Ah ah, don't do that. They managed to get everything okay but if you pull that off before its time to you might end up right back here." Monty said sitting next to him, brushing off the comment about him being attractive in a hospital gown. "Or well, not leaving, and I know you don't want that." Monty lays next to Oscar again not letting go of his hand, but he did put it against his stomach. "This little one is excited to meet their daddy, they've been moving around a lot." he said lacing his fingers with Oscar's. "Feel them kicking?" he asked holding his hand against his stomach, after a moment the baby moved against Oscar's hand.

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oscar frowned a little a first, not liking the idea of staying instead of right that minute leaving, but he let monty distract him, tail moving under the sheets when the baby moved "hope they wont be disappointed.." he raised a brow "or afraid. i heard this story where a kid was born and they were terrified of their dad, screamed bloody murder any time he tried to hold em, and they were just a newborn. how fucked up would that be.." he had a worried look on his face, keeping his hand on montys stomach and rubbing his thumb over it.

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Monty laughed he didnt mean to but it was cute. "No babe, our baby will love you as much as I do, I'm sure of it." he smiled kissing him, feeling the baby moving around inside before settling. Monty sighs softly and lays against him, when he felt Oscar's tail moving he took hold of it and drew it up close to his mouth nibbling the end of it and petting it. "Hm, I wonder if they will have tails too, I bet they would be cute little nubbies.." he giggled at the word.

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oscar was comforted with montys sureness, and at the tail grabbing and touching, his face blushed green, and he shifted his legs a little keeping his voice, mostly, normal "uh, yeah, maybe, i mean, theres a uh, fifty fifty chance of tails-" he closed his eyes, making a bit of a scrunched face "sweetheart, ya cant- ya cant tell me no sex and then go around doin stuff like this ta me, it just aint fair."

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Monty admittedly was surprised and let go of his tail. "Oh! That arouses you? I'm sorry," he blushed a little then kissed his cheek "Well thank you for telling me then, and sorry I just... heh really like your tail. I wish I had one." he said snuggling him again and letting out a soft sigh. The hospital was quiet, except for the gentle beeping of the monitor. Monty started singing whats new pussycat again.

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oscar wasnt exactly wanting it to stop, but then again, he wasnt allowed that sweet sweet release, so the build up would just be excruciating for him if it continued. oscar turned in the bed, putting an arm around monty, listening to his voice. the moment the doctors said he was free to go, probably when the iv bag was empty, he'd waste no time going home to sleep. the next few months would be absolute torture for him.

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getting dressed for the wedding

sal walks into the room, seeing oscar was buttoning up his dress shirt. upon seeing something black under the shirt, they squint at him “what is that?” oscar guiltily looks away, like a dog caught with something from the trash “heh, whats what?”  sal immediately starts to make their way around the bed towards him “you better not be wearing shapewear, come here!” Oscar partially attempts to get away before sal stops him and lifts his shirt. “sir, you take that off right now, you know you can’t wear that!” even so, sal didnt wait for oscar to start removing it himself, helping to take off the button up to get to the tight fabric underneath.  oscar whines at getting caught “im gonna look fat..”  “you are not, and i know you don’t care that much about looking fat, it’s just because of the baby. what’s the main thing to remember, sir?” oscar sighs, pouting and repeating his new common mantra “is it worth hurting the baby..” “and?” sal encourages him to answer it and he scrunches his face like a child being told to use manners before answering “no, it’s not.” sal smiles as they help him pull the tight fabric off over his head, feeling his stomach a little after “your baby will thank you for not squishing them.” oscar sticks his tongue out in a mock defiant response, getting a laugh from sal.

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word count- 1600

rp with @monty-enzo. 

warning for mention of abortion 

The big day was drawing ever so near, things were going smoothly. Monty had made amends with his brother Atlas though still would not allow Atlas's father to come to the wedding. He was checking over the guest list and the catering, along with the decorations and other planning. He rubbed his stomach while reading, "Hm, you are excited for this wedding too aren't you little bear?" he laughed letting out a content sigh. The baby inside was moving around, though not causing discomfort. "Hey babe? Did you order the hoderves for the wedding yet?" Monty called coming from the kitchen, the poor thing tended to waddle everywhere he went being so round with their baby.

 "i sure as fuck did." Oscar replied, rounding the corner of the open door, shoving a large box hed just gotten from the mail onto the counter filled with some stuff for his shop. he sat down on one the stools in front of the island counter, wincing and having to move his tail from where he sat on it. he really hated that thing. "i wasnt sure which ones you liked best, so i ordered some of all of them. hope people are hungry at the after party."

"All of them?" Monty asked putting the lists down, he couldnt sit on the stool next to Oscar since climbing onto it now was not a thing he could do. "Hm we are going to have to get a lot of containers for food so people can take it home as left overs." he rubbed the back of his head. He placed his hand on Oscar's knee and smiled up at him, "We've both been fit and tailored for our outfits and Pierre said the shipment of suits for the groomsmen just came in as well." he then draws back, placing his hand on his chin. "Am I forgetting anything..?" "Lets see, we have the seating, outside lighting, the caterer, you ordered the hoderves, the suits came in, sent out invitations, got back our rsvps um.. am I forgetting anything?" Monty asked looking at him.

 "probably not anything that's not bein taken care of, doll." gotta love being rich and hiring a slew of other people to do most of the work for you. "already wired all the plane tickets out for some of the guests so they could get here. hey, wanna see the cake?"  he handed monty his phone with the picture on it, though the picture was of the backside of the cake, without the detailing on the bottom. he wanted monty to be surprised by the custom silhouette on it when they cut the cake.

Monty looks at the phone making the picture bigger "Wow, I think people are going to be super full at the wedding." he hands Oscar back the phone "Gosh its so pretty, do we have to eat it? Can we just, I dunno put it on display?" he laughed. "I'm kidding, its amazing I'm sure everyone is going to love it." 

oscar took his phone back and stared at it for a moment "do you think it should be bigger?" if ph was there, theyd say oscar was overcompensating for the lack of dick he possessed.

 Monty shook his head "I think its perfectly fine the way it is." he said smiling at him, then took his hand "Come on, I want to take a break and you can take a moment from your boxes to cuddle with me. Is that okay? I need to get off my feet for a bit." he said and tugs on his hand softly to go sit on the couch. 

oscar stands up, following montys lead, he plops down on the soft cushions, back against the armrest and pulling monty to sit between his legs. "better?" 

"Yeah," Monty stretched out his legs "Hehe now I can see my feet." He jokes then leans back against Oscar, trying not to put all his weight against him since he didn't want to squish his baby. "How are you feeling babe? You okay?" he asked putting his hand against Oscar's stomach.

 "feelin fine, nothin to worry about." he put his arms around monty to stroke the round stomach he sported now "sometimes i worry youre just gonna pop like a balloon. ya still have months to go. i really cursed you with the biggest fetus, huh?" he paused in thought and grinned "maybe its all that knotting. think youll have a whole litter?" the ultrasounds of course disproved that, but he was joking anyways. 

 Monty's whole face turned blue in embarrassment and he giggled shyly "Wouldn't that be something, but I won't pop. I've uh kinda held more then this before." he stuck his tongue out still blushing. "You did eat today right? And take your medicine that the doctors prescribed? I dont wanna have to call mama on your butt." he teased, but meant well. Monty closed his eyes taking a bit of a breather.

 Oscar kissed his head, grin still in place "you take it like a champ, sweetheart." he hesitated, trying to remember if he did so before he answered "yeah, i think so." he fidgeted a little, fingers tapping montys stomach gently "visited the doc a few days ago. they said i should be eating more.. so i guess its double portions for me from now on." he didnt want to make a big deal out of it, he already felt bad for his subconscious neglect of the baby. normally he quite enjoyed eating. its was a fabulous and delicious passtime he took pleasure in. he wasnt sure why he straight up avoided eating now when he knew he should, but sal suggested it was from his previous experience and the fear of  carrying another baby. he slipped his fingers between montys, solemn "wish it was just you pregnant.."

Monty partly tensed at that, but he understood Oscar's fear. He knew what he went through, Monty could feel a pull at his soul. He gently closes his hand against Oscar's and squeezes it. "I know babe... but for what its worth, I'm glad we are." he let out a shaky breath, "But if ... its too painful, you don't have to keep them." he said softly. His hands were shaking in Oscar's grasp, but it was his decision and Monty would be okay with whatever he chose. A small smile crept onto his face, "If they came before the wedding, I think they'd be cute in tiny little tuxes..." 

Oscar squeezed his hands back, frowning "think its a bit late to be aborting.. and i didnt want to to begin with. or uh, not really anyways.."  he sighed, scooting them on the couch so he could lay back more, "i was just sayin like, it'd be nice if i wasnt to begin with. dunno why i thought just bcuz i dommed your little ass that id be immune. i guess that was pretty stupid." he rubbed montys shoulders, moving on "we can always throw another wedding. its just a party with tuxes and a big cake where everyone watches two people make out. those tuxes would be so tiny."

Monty laughed a little awkwardly, but he still slightly felt guilty about it. He knew how Oscar felt about pregnancy, and he still managed to get him pregnant some how. So now the other was basically reliving something traumatizing. Monty being pregnant became even more emotional over the whole thing, he quickly tried to jam happier thoughts into his head. Yeah babies were a happy thing to him, but... it was a little different. He sniffled faintly "I kinda wish Enzo was coming .. but .. I couldn't get a hold of him. I guess hes on some top secret mission." 

Oscar didnt want to dwell on it either, it's not like it would help or change anything. he lifted one of montys hands up to kiss it "ya want me to go to germany, shove him in a sack, and drag him back here? ho ho ho! merry-er, autumn!"

 Monty giggled and wiped his face then turned around to pepper Oscar's face in teary kisses. "You are the best babe...and well its alright if he can't show up for it, I mean. .. hes kinda missed a good portion of my birthdays too."

oscar gives him a big kiss in return, rubbing his back and groping his ass because he has zero self control "well, fuck him. if he cant put in the effort, than hes not worth any."

"Y-..yeah I guess.." Monty did feel a little upset that Enzo couldn't make it, after all they had been through so much. He lets out a small sigh "At least we have enough people coming." he stated feeling a little nervous thinking about all the people showing up.

 "dont worry, theyre all good people. hmm.. well, depending on your definition of good.. i mean, good to me. i think some are afraid of me, but thats jus cause they know ill cut a bitch." he was only half joking. 

Monty smiled a little nervously "It will be good we'll have a fun time." he said poking his fingers together, "There will be lots and lots of cake, I bet everyone will get sick trying to eat it."

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puppets adventure part 1 (writing- ask) part 2 (writing- ask) part 3 (art comic) part 4 (writing) part 5 (art- blood w) part 6 (writing) part 7 (art- noncon w) part 8 (writing) part 9 (?)

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very short semi-rp thing with @monty-enzo about PISS.  warnings:piss, nsfw

Monty wakes up from a dead sleep and sits up startled "Why am I cold and wet... shit wait." he throws the blanket off him "Oh god did my water break?" hes like in a mild state of panic then stops when he realizes he just accidentally wet the bed. And of course being full on hormones just ends up crying. Both relieved and embarrassed. 

 Oscar immediately jumps up like "what's wrong are you ok are you in pain?!"

 "No, I'm fine.. I just.. wet the bed. I'm sorry." hes like not able to stop crying. "The baby is kind of heavy on my bladder..."

 Oscar's incredibly relieved, let's out a deep breath of relief, flops in front of him so his head is in his lap somewhat, kisses his thigh trying to comfort him "it's ok baby, lil piss never hurt anything. In my opinion, it just makes things better. Unless you're in math class, then its worse.." "Lucky you, this isnt math class, its oscar class, and oscar class thinks piss is just dandy" mind you, hes just woken up so hes being kinda goofy 

Monty pets Oscar's head "Im sorry I worried you, you can go back to sleep if you want baby." he leans over and smooches him, then lays back down to cuddle. Giving him lots of pets and affection. "I love you so much, you know that right?" he giggles and gives him a kiss.

 Oscar is gonna shove his face between montys pissy legs Be like "I dont wanna go back to sleep yet, I wanna get you cleaned up" 

 Monty is like all like "Ack babe no its gross dlksdfj." but he totally doesn't fight him just blushes and hides his face lmao 

 "Dirty boy needs a bath" licks his thighs 

 Monty is being all shy af and embarrassed trying to hide his face like hnng god its to early! 

 Oscar gonna make him cum as much as possible while he fingers himself to the noises 

 Monty just clings to the sheets and nuts, his hips jerking against Oscar's face.