Husk: I'm going to talk to someone...I hope this goes alright.
(Mym: drabble below the cut! Remember, this is mpreg!)
“Charlie, Vaggie,” Husker said, tapping his fingers nervously on the countertop.
The two girls exchanged a look.
“Yyyyessss?” Charlie asked, frowning. “Are you okay?”
“Is this about Angel Dust?” Vaggie concluded.
“Oh my gosh, did Valentino do something?” Charlie gasped.
“No,” Husk said to all of it with a sigh. “Listen, I know Hell is …Different in a lot of aspects. Age doesn't matter, sex doesn't matter, species matching…”
“Oh my fuck, you're pregnant,” Vaggie jumped to her next conclusion.
Husk’s ears flicked backwards. He touched his own stomach, noting the tiny bump that had already formed.
Charlie squealed, “How far along are you?!”
“A couple weeks,” Husk answered. “I…have no idea what the timeline will be.”
“I didn't know Angel had it in him,” Vaggie leaned on her hand, grinning slightly. She understood that both partners had to want a baby in Hell. “He must be pretty excited, then.”
Husk cleared his throat. “That's the problem.”
“Ohh,” Charlie waved her hand, “no, silly. Both parents have to really want a baby to have one in Hell! He definitely wants it.”
Husk pressed his face into his paws.
“It isn't Angel's.”
Charlie and Vaggie exchanged another look.
“You cheated on Angel?” Charlie asked nervously.
“We're not exclusive,” Husker groaned. “I really want a cigarette.”
“No!” Vaggie decided to ask, “who did you decide to have a kid with??”
“I didn't decide! I didn't even know Vox wanted kids!!” Husk dropped his head back. His sweater stretched over the sweet little bump in his belly. “I never do this sort of shit! It was one…maybe three times!”
Vaggie sighed. “Well…there's undoing it if you want.”
Husk snapped forward and protectively hugged his stomach. “I want the baby.”
“Then…you need to have some talks, Husk,” Vaggie shook her head. “You can't keep it a secret for long.”
“Can I touch it??” Charlie was bouncing.
Husk pulled up his sweater to observe his belly. He let out a laugh as Charlie lunged forward, petting over it excitedly. “You can feel anything yet!”
“Well it's waaaarm,” Charlie giggled.
“Yeah…Vaggie, you getting in on this?” Husk offered, surprised when she pressed a hand on him, too.
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“Sssso, coffee?” Vox asked, surprised by the relaxed shop Husk had chosen. “Not a bar?” He was already suspicious. “You look kinda like shit.”
“I'm just cutting back,” Husk said over a mug rim.
“You're cutting back on caffeine, too?” Vox narrowed his eyes. “You got a half caff.”
“Can't a guy try to better himself in Hell?” Husk asked, leaning back in his chair. He thought better of it and leaned forward again, using the table to hide his lower half.
Vox’s antenna sparked slightly.
“What do you know about my habits anyway?” Husk snorted and set down his mug. “Do you have someone following me–?”
“NO.” Vox said quickly.
Husk squinted, “that was awfully fast.”
“Because I'm awfully confident!” Vox announced. “And if I had hired a private investigator, I'd be pretty pissed by the lack of intel he'd given me this week.”
“What intel are you hoping for?” Husk asked.
Vox countered, “what do you got??”
“You,” Husk said pointedly, “are being dodgy. Just ask what you want to ask.”
Vox scowled. “Who says I want to ask anything?”
Husk sipped his latte aggressively. “Let's change the subject.” He took a deep breath in and out. It was hard to stay mad. He looked around the shop, staring down another sinner who carried their toddler to the snack case.
Vox noticed, looking between Husk and the child.
“What do you think of kids?” Husk asked, gesturing to the child.
“Oh, I love kids. I had as many as I could alive…nothing was hotter than when my wife…or girlfriends…were pregnant.” Vox finished his mug of black coffee and waved the empty mug at the waitress.
“...” Husk shuffled his wings slightly behind him as he considered what to say next.
“Oh.” Vox said, holding his mug up to be filled. “OH!” He sloshed the coffee. “YOU'RE PREGNANT?!”
“Calm down,” Husk told him. “I didn't say that.”
“But you are!” Vox slammed the mug into the counter and stood. “Is it Angel’s?!”
“I hoped being in public would convince you not to make a scene,” Husk grumbled.
“I'm not making a scene!” Vox was being too loud. Everyone was staring.
Husk hopped out of his seat and looked at him flatly.
Vox sat back down and held up his hands. “No scene, no scene. Sit??”
Husk moved a hand to support his lower back, sighing in frustration. “Why don't we walk?”
Vox shoved money into the poor waitress’s apron. He shoved past her and walked to the front door, holding it open for Husk.
“Is it mine?” Vox asked in an eager whisper as Husk walked past him.
“You're the only one who's topped me,” Husk said once outside. “I didn't expect this, okay?”
“I mean, I didn't either!” Vox tugged his tie. “Don't get me wrong, I wanted a kid. Just not with you.”
“I feel the same way,” Husk crossed his arms.
“Rude,” Vox wagged his finger at Husk, “I'd be a great Dad.”
“You'd better be,” Husk bristled. “I didn't plan to be a…birthing dad.”
“You're the mom,” Vox said, looking at him dreamily. “That's so hot, Husk.”
“I–don’t look at me like that!” Husk was suddenly flustered.
Vox grabbed his paws away from his chest and stole Husk into his arms, carrying him front to front.
“Hey!!” Husk cried, shoving at him.
“You gonna let me take care of my new little mama?” Vox asked in a seductive tone. He held Husk tighter, moving a hand to scratch behind his ears.
“Stop,” Husk said shakily. He hadn't realized how needy he would feel. “I have to talk to Angel.”
“Angel’s going to be busy until later…Why don't you come home with Daddy? Hmm, little guy?” Vox moved his hand under his chin, scratching his fur.
Husk’s eyes fluttered closed. “...I could stay for a little while…”
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