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“Hold me?”

It’s a question tonight, not a playful demand or an unspoken request. 2D’s back is to him, and his shoulders are tense. He’s nearly shaking.

Stuart lays a hand on his left shoulder, and 2D lets out a soft breath. “Of course,” Stuart murmurs, guiding him closer. 2D curls up against him, still facing away, but his body relaxes as his back presses up against his husband’s chest. Stuart wraps his arm around him, and 2D sighs.

“Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize, love.” Stuart kisses the back of his neck. “What happened?”

He shifts a little. “It’s...hard to put into words. I just– I feel–“ 2D swallows. “I feel. I feel a lot tonight.”

“You don’t need to talk about it. I understand.”

2D lets out a shaky sigh. “‘M sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“But– but I am. Cos we could be doin’ other fings right now.” His voice is thickening with tears. Stuart eases his gentle hold on 2D’s chest even further to help him breathe easier. “We– we could be makin’ love, o-or watchin’ a film, or t-talkin’ about our days, or fuckin’ anyfin’ else– but we’re not, b-because I’m like this.” He let out a small sob. “I hate it. I hate it so much.”

Stuart lets him cry, running his hand over his husband’s side soothingly. It makes his heart ache when 2D feels this way. For all his sunny smiles and joyful laughter and ceaseless optimism, there are some days when the terrors he’s endured catch up with him. It isn’t his fault, it’s never his fault, but it still happens. And the only thing Stuart can do is try to be some comfort to him.

“Nothin’ even ‘appened today,” 2D mutters after a while, once his sobs have eased. He just sounds tired now. “It was...it was a good day. It’s just– it’ll always be there. Me, like this, under everyfin’ good. You shouldn’t have to deal wif it.” He sniffles. “You shouldn’t ‘ave to deal wif me.”

“I love you,” Stuart tells him. His voice is low, and his lips brush 2D’s neck with every word. “I love you deeply, utterly, and completely. The sad parts, the happy parts, the in-between parts, and the– the indescribable parts. The parts even you don’t know. I love all of you. 2D, it is my privilege to love you.”

“St-Stu...”

“I wish I could fix everythin’ in your past,” Stuart says hoarsely. “I wish I could go back and stop it, protect you, make you feel loved and safe and happy through your whole life, and it– it tears me apart that I can’t.” He’s crying now as well, but he keeps talking through it. “But I’m here now. I’m with you. I’m here, and I always, always will be. For everythin’. I promise you.”

2D turns around and buries his face in Stuart’s neck, clinging to him like an anchor in a storm. He’s run out of words, but it’s alright. Already that blossom of warmth has started to bloom in his chest, the same warmth that Stuart always brings him.

He falls asleep smiling, his tears drying slowly on his cheeks.

Stuart holds him. He kisses his hair and his face, memorizing the curve of his lips, the tiny freckles on his nose, the way his eyebrows twitch. The only time he breaks away is to fetch a wipe from the nightstand and clean his husband’s face so that no tears will remain in the morning.

It’s the simplest and easiest thing in the world to love him. Stuart wishes he could express it, wishes he could take 2D inside his brain and show him, without bumbling words and without hesitation, the depth and completeness of his adoration. All Stuart has to offer, though, are his words and his deeds– and he won’t hesitate for a second to dedicate everything, tirelessly, ceaselessly, to him. To 2D, the love of his life. His soulmate. His everything. His angel. And he knows 2D will do the same.

He holds him, and closes his eyes.

Morning will come. And it will be beautiful.

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Parker

Like most important things, it begins over breakfast.

2D is feeling unusually peppy this morning, waking up before his boyfriend for once. He yawns contentedly, stretching, then heaves himself out of bed with difficulty. He pads to the closet and slips his dressing gown on over his nude, comparatively chubby body.

A loud snore interrupts his vague thoughts, and he smiles over at the lumpy pile of blankets that hide his boyfriend. 2D shuffles over to Stu's side of the bed and tries to bend down to kiss his cheek, then winces and rubs his lower back as a small spike of pain shoots up his spine. He rests a hand on his bulging stomach. "Always in the way, ain't ya, love?" he whispers affectionately to Parker as he quietly makes his way into the living room.

He lets the puppies out to play and do their business in the garden, giggling a bit as they blink bewilderedly at the slight sting of frost on their little paws. After bringing them all back in and pouring their food into their bowls (only spilling a small amount), he has the brilliant idea of making breakfast in bed for Stuart.

Humming to himself, he scrambles some eggs, makes toast, even fries a bit of bacon. 'E's gonna be so surprised, 2D thinks, smiling. A lovely breakfast, the dogs already taken care of so there's no rush to get out of bed...maybe they'll even have a bit of time to fool around before heading to the studio. He lays their food out on a tray and carefully carries it into their bedroom, intending to wake Stu with either the delicious aroma or with a kiss– a successful one this time.

Instead, Stuart wakes to the sound of a loud, sudden gasp of pain, followed by the clatter of a tray full of food falling to the floor. He sits bolt upright, eyes still sleepy but alert with panic. "Bluebird, what's–"

One look at his boyfriend's face is all he needs in order to know instantly what's happening. But 2D tells him anyway, voice trembling in pain, fear, and overjoyed excitement as he rests a shaking hand on his stomach.

"S-Stu...she's comin'. Our– our baby's on her way."

—

By this time, they’ve reached the hospital. Stu skids to a stop, parks, and rushes over to 2D’s side of the car to help him out. “C'mon, love, we’re here, it’s okay, holy shit, it’s gonna be okay…”

His boyfriend nods, clutching his stomach. There are tears in his dark eyes from the painful contractions, but he’s smiling. “D-don’t let g-go of my hand, o-o-okay?” he manages.

“Don’t worry. I’m never lettin’ go of ya, bluebird.”

—

At the hospital, the nurses have put 2D in a wheelchair to make it faster for him to be taken to the delivery room. He’s got a death grip on Stuart’s hand as his boyfriend trots alongside him through the hallways.

“Heh, ’s like the dodgems, innit love?” he mumbles offhandedly. Stu looks at him in bewilderment, so he explains, “The wheelychairs. ’S like– ah!” He cringes as another contraction sends a jolt of pain through his body.

“Sure, love. Just– just hold on, yeah?”

—

2D, pale and panting, is wheeled into the delivery room. Stu keeps clutching his hand as he’s laid down.

“Okay, the procedure will take about an hour,” the doctor tells them as the IV, catheter, and screen are set up. “The anesthesiologist will be here soon, so you won’t have to worry about any pain.”

—

“Where’s ev'ryone?” 2D mumbles as the anesthesia starts taking effect.

“They’re on their way, sweetheart.” Stu kisses his forehead as the doctor prepares him for the surgery. “They’ll be in the waitin’ room, and then once Parker is all set and safe– oh my god I still can’t believe this is happening– once Parker is finally in your arms they can come in and see ya.”

—

“It…it feels funny.” 2D’s eyes, already hard to get a read on, are a bit glassy from the anesthesia. His breathing has slowed to a normal rate and he’s feeling a bit calmer– as opposed to his boyfriend, whose heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest.

“It d-doesn’t hurt, does it? They said it wouldn’t hurt!” He glares accusingly at the doctors.

2D pats his cheek in a reassuring way. “Nah, it don’t hurt. Just…a funny pinchin’ feelin’. You're– you’re squeezin’ me hand too tight, love.”

“S-sorry.” He loosens his grip, but only a little. “I’m just worried and excited and– r-right, that probably isn’t helpin’ you. Right. Just– breathe with me, yeah?”

His boyfriend smiles. “Yeah.”

—

And then they hear her. A high, piercing wail. 2D gasps and Stuart’s vicelike grip on his hand loosens in joy and relief.

She’s tiny and wrinkled and red, screaming her little lungs out as the doctor gently lifts her. “Mr. Pot, would you like to cut the cord?” she asks, smiling. Stuart can barely nod. His hands tremble as he carefully cuts the umbilical cord with the instrument handed to him.

“Stu, she's– she’s perfect,” 2D whispers. “She’s ours, a-and she’s here, and she’s perfect.” Stuart can’t hold back a small, undignified sob as he and his boyfriend look wonderingly at their daughter.

Her face is somewhat red and squashed-looking, but it’s already clear that she’s inherited her fathers’ thick eyebrows. She has 2D’s pre-accident brown eyes, Stuart’s long, slightly upturned nose– and a downy thatch of light blue hair. She blinks up at them, squinting.

“Welcome to the world, Miss Parker.”

—

The entire time the incision in 2D’s lower stomach is being stitched up, he’s a fidgety mess. “Where is she? I wanna see ‘er!”

“She’s being cleaned up and stabilized, Mr. Pot,” the doctor tells him. “You’ll be able to hold her soon, don’t worry. And we need to make sure you’re all set, too.”

2D frowns. “I’m fine! Why’s it takin’ so long?!”

“We need to conduct some tests to make sure she’s healthy. It’ll only be a few more minutes.” She puts her tools down. “Okay, it’s safe for you to try and sit up now.”

He does, with his boyfriend’s help. Just as he leans upright against the headboard, a nurse comes in holding Parker. She’s swaddled up in clean, soft blankets, brown eyes half-lidded and tiny lips pursed.

“She’s quite healthy,” the nurse informs them. “Six pounds, one ounce, and a healthy set of lungs. The only problem is her hearing.”

Stuart nods, unable to take his eyes off the tiny human they’ve created. “Yeah, w-we knew she’d be deaf.”

“Actually, no.” Both blue-haired men shoot their heads up. “From the initial tests, it appears she’s only deaf in her right ear. As she ages, even that may change.”

2D lets out a small, happy sob as an incredulous grin spreads across Stu’s face. “She…she can hear us?” The nurse nods, carefully handing Parker to 2D.

2D cradles her close. “Hullo, love,” he whispers. “It’s real, real nice t'meet ya. We’re your dads.”

—

Shortly after 2D falls asleep, Stuart’s leg starts jiggling. He’d had to use the bathroom since that morning– obviously, the circumstances of their morning had put his bladder completely out of his mind. But now that all three Pots were at the hospital, safe and happy and healthy, he finds himself shifting uncomfortably in his chair. Regretfully, he stands up, Parker cradled safely in his arms, and goes to find a nurse to take the baby for a short time.

After he’s come back from the toilet, he’s greeted by the sight of a still dozy 2D, who smiles groggily at him. “Where’s th’ baby?” he asks upon seeing Stuart’s empty arms.

He lies down next to his boyfriend– luckily the beds are large enough for two in the maternity ward– and kisses his cheek. “She’s with the nurse. You can go back to sleep, bluebird, ya don’t have to worry about anythin’.”

2D sighs, snuggling comfortably up next to him. “Ahh…’m so lucky, Stu. Lucky to ‘ave you, lucky to 'ave Parker…’m so happy, I could jus’ burst.”

“Thought you already did that a few hours ago.”

He snorts and tucks his head against Stuart’s neck. “Gross. ’S more magical than that, love.”

And that’s the word for it, thinks Stuart. Magical. Magical that he and 2D had met, magical that he had gotten pregnant– actually, literally magical– and now with the uncomplicated birth, not to mention her hearing loss being loads less severe than they’d anticipated. It really was like the universe had come together to make all this happen for the two of them…for the three of them. And he couldn’t be more grateful.

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Beg, he signs.

2D trembles. “P-please, daddy. Oh, please, I-I need it...” Stuart is barely an inch deep inside him, just enough to tease him with a hint of the tantalizing stretch 2D craves so badly.

Need what?

“Y-your– your c-cock.” He tries to grind down, tries to take him deeper, but Stuart firmly holds his hips still. “I n-need ya inside me. I need t-to feel ya, I need ya to f-fuck me. I feel so empty, daddy...”

Greedy whore.

“Only f-for you.” It’s a submissive murmur, but laced with a playful smile. Stuart smiles back and raises a hand to trace over his husband’s lips. 2D opens his mouth automatically, drooling shamelessly on Stuart’s fingers as they slip into his mouth. “Pleathe?” he whispers, lisping around the intrusion.

Stuart answers with a hard thrust upward, burying himself to the hilt inside his husband’s deliciously tight warmth.

It wrenches a cry of pleasure from 2D, and Stuart quickly claps a hand over his mouth to muffle it. Quiet, he signs with his other hand. His fingers are trembling– the feeling of 2D clenching down on his cock, inner muscles fluttering with the effort of keeping still, is as overwhelming as it is wonderfully familiar. He slowly draws his hand away from 2D’s mouth, grips his hips, and drags his body down, controlling every movement like 2D is a doll.

“Daddy,” 2D moans, surrendering blissfully to Stuart’s skilled hands, letting himself be moved and manipulated. “Oh, daddy...”

Stuart can’t answer with his hands busy, but he shows how pleased he is with 2D’s words by angling his thrusts just right, rubbing the head of his cock mercilessly against 2D’s prostate. This draws another gasp from his husband, who throws his head back and trails a hand up to caress and pinch at his own nipples.

He’s so lost in his own pleasure that he doesn’t notice that one of Stuart’s hands has drifted off his hips– until it gives him a firm spank, cracking across his bum and making him clench even tighter around Stuart in response.

“Fuck! Fuck, daddy, please, d-do that again–“

Stuart grins up at him and gives him what he wants, cupping his arse gently before delivering another hard smack. 2D whimpers, moving his hips of his own accord. This time Stuart lets him.

“I l-love ridin’ y-your cock, daddy,” 2D tells him, voice slurred in delirious joy. “Love f-feelin’ ya...” He arches his back, practically purring as he works his hips in little circles.

It’s ecstasy feeling 2D like this, seeing him like this. Stuart lets out a tiny moan, unable to help himself, and 2D gazes down at him, vaguely worried but mostly still overtaken with pleasure.

“Shh, shh. Don’t– ah!– d-don’t hurt your...mmm– y-your throat...” Even while caught up in the lovely sensations rippling through his body, 2D is as attentive to Stuart’s health as ever. It’s as hot as it is sweet. “Oh, fuck, daddy–“

With his back facing the door, and with all his attention on his husband, 2D doesn’t notice the door to the hospital room open.

But Stuart does. Stuart sees it open, and he sees a nurse step in and stop dead in her tracks.

If he were in his right mind, he’d alert 2D. He’s stop him and apologize to the nurse and 2D would go out of his mind with embarrassment. But Stuart isn’t really in his right mind. 2D is rocking his hips and panting and whimpering “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” as he clenches down around Stuart’s cock.

So Stuart doesn’t say anything. He just looks up at his husband and signs Good boy. Beautiful. Mine.

The nurse can leave, or she can watch. Stuart couldn’t care less.

“Daddy, I’m– I’m c-close,” 2D gasps, reaching a hand down to touch himself. “Please, make m-me cum...”

Stuart gives him another hard spank. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the nurse put her hand to her mouth. Good boy, he signs with his other hand, looking back up at 2D and smiling. Cum for daddy. Good boy.

“Ah–“ 2D’s eyes slip shut as his hand works over his cock even faster. “Oh, daddy– fuck, oh god, Stu!” He cums with a loud cry, sinking down onto Stuart’s cock as he paints his chest with white.

Stuart surges up to kiss him, ignoring the sharp pain that blooms in his newly healed ribs as he does. He’s so close to orgasm himself– and when 2D tiredly picks himself up, trembling and smiling, and starts to roll his hips again, riding his husband slowly, Stuart falls apart completely. He cums just as 2D raises his hips off his cock, and it spatters obscenely onto his arse.

“‘At’s it, daddy, make me yours...” 2D kisses him, nipping playfully at his lips as Stuart gasps for breath. “Mmm, love it when ya cum on me like tha’. I love feelin’ like your slut.”

Stuart’s head is spinning, but he has the wherewithal to glance towards the nurse. She’s gone. He hopes she hasn’t called the police or something.

“Stu?” 2D tilts his head. “Ya spacin’ out?”

I’m here, he signs, smiling back up at him. You feel wonderful. Good, good, good. Thank you.

“Glad to ‘ear it.” 2D lets out a sleepy sort of giggle and reaches for the box of tissues by the bed. He cleans himself up somewhat lazily before flopping down and curling all his limbs around Stuart, like some sort of leggy blue-haired octopus. “We...we...we...” He lets out a yawn. “We gotta do that more often.”

Do what? Stuart’s brow quirks as he signs. We already have sex a lot.

2D looks up at him and grins mischievously. “I mean, we should ‘ave a audience more often. I like bein’ watched.” He curls against Stuart’s side, sighing happily. “I saw ‘er watchin’ in the reflection of the window,” he explains, eyes sliding closed. “It was hot.”

With a little disbelieving chuckle, Stuart kisses the top of his head. Goodnight, silly. Since 2D’s eyes are shut, he takes his hands and guides them to form the gestures. I love you.

“I love ya too.”