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“Well fuck me sideways,” Blitzø said, staring at the positive pregnancy test in his hands.
(Actually, maybe that was how it had happened. Blitzø and Stolas' repertoire of sexual positions was extensive and unimpeded by common sense; sideways was never out of the question.)
He was pregnant.
It wouldn't have even been on his radar to check if it hadn't been for an offhand comment from Fizz about needing to be careful when it came to birth control because - even though he was done with Mammon and performing publicly - he and Ozzie were not ready to have a kid.
Blitzø had slow blinked at him.
“Is that - is that a possibility?” he'd asked Fizz, and Fizz rolled his eyes before he realized Blitzø was serious, and his face suddenly set in deep concern.
“Well - yeah, dumbass,” Fizz had replied. “Imps can - we've got - both - ” He gestured to his lower half. “ - y’know, both parts. All the parts. Please tell me you knew that.” He grabbed Blitzø by the shoulders, eyes widening. “Blitzø, please tell me you're using protection with the prince?”
“Uh,” was all Blitzø could say.
Fizz had groaned and shoved him. “We're going to go buy you some stuff. Now.”
That had been over two months ago, and even with Fizzarolli's concern, Blitzø had effectively made no changes to his sex life with Stolas. Because - why would he? There was no way it could happen to him, he reasoned, his body was far too fucked up to even entertain the idea of carrying a child -
And now here he was, pregnant.
Shit.
What was he going to tell Stolas?
No, nope, he couldn't think about that yet. He snapped the test in half and wrapped it up in toilet paper before tossing it in the trash. He pulled out his phone and dialed Fizz as the anxiety began to burn a hole in his chest.
It rang three times before Fizz picked up.
“Blitzø, I swear to fuck, if you ask me one more time if I've watched that horse movie yet, I'm going to - ”
“I just took a pregnancy test and it's positive, Fizz,” Blitzø blurted out, his breathing coming much more rapidly. He was going to hyperventilate. He was going to throw up and pass out and potentially die on this bathroom floor. “It's - the test is positive.”
The other end of line was silent for so long that Blitzø was afraid Fizz had hung up on him.
“Shit.” Fizz let out a shaky breath. “Blitzø, I mean - shit.”
“I know!” Blitzø exclaimed, his voice pitching high. “What do I do? What the fuck do I do now, Fizz?”
“First of all, breathe,” Fizz said, though Blitzø could tell his friend was tamping down panic of his own. “Let's talk about it, and we'll get through this together. Okay? Fucking breathe, Blitzø.”
Blitzø sucked in a few haphazard breaths, unsure if they helped, but Fizz saying we'll get through this together definitely soothed something in his brain. A year ago, hearing that from Fizz would have been laughable. Blitzø found himself feeling big feelings about having his best friend back in his life.
Fucking hormones, making him a sap.
“First question,” Fizz started, wasting no time. “How are you telling Stolas?”
Blitzø froze. “Next question.”
He could hear Fizzarolli’s eyes roll through the phone.
“I'm trying to help you, dickface. I guess you don't really need to tell the prince, but - ” Fizz paused, “...but I really think you should, Blitzø. He really likes you. Cares for you. Like, a lot. This feels like something he would want to be a part of.”
“Okay, but what if I just get rid of it?” Blitzø asked hurriedly.
“Then that's your choice, obviously.” Fizz sighed. “But I think having Stolas to support you, regardless of your decision, is a good idea.”
“ Fuck, Fizz, why do you have to be so - so - ”
“Right?” Fizz finished for him. “I'm always fucking right, Blitzø. One of us has to have two brain cells to rub together and we both know it sure as shit isn't going to be you.”
“Offended,” Blitzø said.
“Good,” Fizz retorted. “Anyway, that leads me to my second question. Are you going to keep it?”
Blitzø leaned back against the wall for support, spines scraping the paint as he slid down until he reached the floor. His tail curled around his leg as he thought of Stolas - and the kind of father he was to Octavia. How devoted and aware he was of his precious owlet - how present Stolas tried to be despite everything else that had gone to shit in his life. Octavia clearly loved her father more than anything, and Blitzø saw the affection between them in every interaction.
Blitzø thought of Loona, and how much he fucking loved her, and how he had loved her the moment he saw her. And now, there were days Loona seemed to actually believe how much he cared for her.
Again, a year ago, his answer to Fizz's question may have been a very straightforward no. But so much had changed. He'd changed in so many ways, and now he was in a steady, passionate, stable as fuck relationship and he was so, so happy. He and Loona had worked so much shit out, he and Fizz were basically besties again - Barbie was even allowing him to visit her at rehab.
He closed his eyes against tears that were suddenly and unexpectedly forming, and the answer to the question bubbled up into his throat until he couldn't help but say -
“Yes.” He didn't know why. He didn't really want to know why. But every cell in his body was screaming at him, biologically overwhelming him to say it, acknowledge it, accept it. “Yes, I want this kid.”
“Fuck, that was quick,” Fizz said, and he almost sounded impressed. “You're sure? It's your body, Blitzø.”
Blitzø scrubbed at the tears on his cheeks. “I know. I…I want this. Don't ask me why. I just…”
“I get it.” Fizz’s voice was quiet with some emotion Blitzø couldn't place. “I'm glad you're so sure. And because you're so sure - you….you really should tell Stolas. Like, soon.”
Blitzø sniffled. “Yeah. You're right. Shit.”
“And if things go to shit, I'm just a phone call away,” Fizz said. “I've got you, Blitzø. Do you know that?”
Blitzø started sobbing . “Fuck you, Fizz, you can't say stuff like that to me right now!”
“It's true though!” Fizz yelled. “I need you to know you have support, asshole! You're my friend and I love you!”
“I love you so fucking much, Fizz, I love you so much - ” Blitzø sobbed.
“Okay, pull it together, seriously,” Fizz said. “Let's talk about what you're going to say to Stolas.”
Blitzø: ned 2 talk 2 u. in persn
Blitzø sent the text.
Fizz wouldn't like the abruptness of it, but Blitzø honestly had nothing else to say over text. It was true - he needed to talk to Stolas. But it was out of his hands now, so whenever Stolas decided to answer back would be when -
Bzzzzt .
Shit, that was fast.
Stolas: Hello darling! That sounds rather ominous, I hope everything is all right. I would love to see you in person. I have an hour until my next meeting, would you like me to portal you over now?
Blitzø swallowed hard, leaning his horns back against the couch. Right now? Of course Stolas would have a spare minute to talk now, when Blitzø had barely even brainstormed with Fizz what he was going to say -
Bzzzzt.
Stolas : Or we could wait until tonight. Or tomorrow night. No pressure either way, darling. But I am endlessly curious about what you have to say!
Great, now he knew was making Stolas anxious. But he didn't want to go over right now - what if things didn't go well, and then Stolas had to go to his meeting? Blitzø didn't want to get in the way of any of Stolas' work.
Blitzø: 2nite wrks for me
Tonight. Tonight . A few hours from now. He would look into Stolas' eyes and tell him that he was not only knocked up, but he was keeping the damn thing, and if Stolas wanted to cut ties with him he'd totally get it because how does someone screw up this badly -
Blitzø took a deep breath, Fizz's words fresh in his mind. Fizz had warned him against catastrophizing. There was no way to know how Stolas would take the news, but, as Fizzarolli had so level-headedly pointed out, there was little indication in their history together that Stolas would immediately shun him, discard him, or throw him off the balcony. (There was the one time Stolas had portaled him out of the room, but they'd talked about that shit. Stolas promised to hear Blitzø out, Blitzø promised to communicate his feelings without resorting to yelling or name calling. They'd moved forward.) In fact, in all of their most recent arguments, Stolas often sought to understand things from every angle before making a decision. That was promising.
It wasn't much to go off of, but it did calm Blitzø's nerves somewhat.
Bzzzzt.
Stolas: Tonight it is then! Though I will admit I am rather anxious now, can you at least assure me you're all right?
Blitzø smiled sadly. He was decidedly not all right. But Stolas would hear the truth from him soon enough.
Blitzø: im fiine
Stolas: <3 I will open the portal at 8. See you then my love!