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Summary: The fairies have asked a monumental favor of Killian: be the surrogate for their babies—all nine of them. He’s been pregnant before, but this? This is a whole other level. What has he gotten himself into? And just how big will he get?
A/N: Another update! Wee bit of drama in this one…couldn’t resist a bit of angst! (and as I told @sancocnutclub, kind of trying to drag out some of the fun )
Even if he was technically on leave and finding it difficult to move about, that didn’t mean Killian wouldn’t try. A couple times a week, he’d ride into town with Emma, despite the increasingly cramped quarters of her passenger seat; but at 32 weeks—quintuplet size, roughly—he still had a bit of room.
He usually just spent some time at the library, had a meal at Granny’s, or processed some of the station’s paperwork that Emma had been procrastinating on. This particular day found him thus occupied, a stack of folders on one side of Emma’s desk and a carton of fries from Granny’s on the other. The desk chair wasn’t the most comfortable thing he’d sat on lately, even if Emma had wiggled some magic to help it accommodate his present dimensions, and the babies were constantly kicking against the edge of the desk where it met the top of his bump—but there was no other way for him to get close enough to use the keyboard.
He got to stretch his legs during his frequent trips to the bathroom, and basically held down the fort while Emma and Tiger Lily were out on call or rounds. But as the day went on, he hoped one of the other would return soon; something felt…off. He’d yet to experience any nausea with this pregnancy, but he was experiencing bouts of it today. And while it would be expected that he’d have balance issues with the overlarge protrusion on his front, he really hadn’t yet—until today, when he’d had to catch himself on one surface or another in the bullpen more than once.
He was hoping it was just a stomach bug, but in case it was something worse, he really wanted Emma around.
He was struggling to keep his eyes open when he finally heard the door open later that afternoon. That made him perk up, but it was just Tiger Lilly. He involuntarily sighed at the realization and leaned back in the chair, rubbing his eyes.
“Are you okay, Captain?” the fairy asked, standing in the doorway to the office.
“Aye; just need some more sleep,” he replied, trying to gloss over how he felt.
“Sorry if my little one has been keeping you up,” she apologized, but she was smiling, clearly a bit proud.
“No, I’m pretty sure she’s the one kicking on my bladder,” he quipped back. “Which I should probably address.”
Tiger Lilly stepped out of the doorway while he pushed against the desk to stand. But as soon as he was upright, spots appeared in his vision and the world began to turn; he promptly fell back against the chair.
“Killian?” He heard Tiger Lily’s worried voice, but it seemed far away. He was blinking, trying to clear his sight, but it was still fuzzy and blackish—and then everything was.
loved that little angst drop. I felt so bad for killy knowing I was on the same low train last week, hit me even harder haha but yaaaaaaaaaaay to him being back at full size and all haha
It’s summertime in the Valley. Two months after Johnny and Daniel’s encounter in the park. The boys fool around in Daniel’s empty apartment at South Seas and continue to chip away at the boundaries between them.
An interlude set in the “as dark as a wounded doe” verse.
