[ Months pass, and Junpei's body does indeed change ...
... much more dramatically than he could have anticipated, as it turned out he wasn't having one baby, but two, a fact that nearly made him faint in the doctor's office when it was revealed to him. Also a fact that made him cranky with Corrigan for days after. That was a fairly common occurrence, however, as in spite of his good intentions the older man still had his flaws and vices.
And so Junpei found himself eight months pregnant, absolutely huge with twins, struggling to get up from the couch as he often did. It would have been easier if Corry was around, but it was yet another night where he was alone. Stewing. Anger boiling up inside of him.
What a fool he'd been to be so easily swayed by honeyed words and promises. Was the other even going to be around for when he went into labor? Was he going to have to try and get himself to the hospital alone? The thought didn't just make him angry, it terrified him.
Finally getting onto his feet he huffed lowly, starting his slow waddle to the kitchen to try and fix himself something for dinner, hands supporting his suffering back. He wasn't really built to handle twins, but he had little choice. ]
[Corrigan is really good at the sweet words, at the promises and high hopes and all of that. He holds up a lot of the promises, too -- he makes sure that the couch in Junpei's place gets replaced, he shells out for the best doctors, the best prenatal care, all the vitamins and maternity clothes and massages and the like. He spends countless nights over, on the new mattress, adjusting pillows and going to the store to get various craving snacks.
And yet, also, there's his job. And the business trips. And he doesn't want Junpei to travel in his condition, so he goes for a weekend. And then for a week. And babies are expensive and they're having two, so he picks up extra projects and he's gone more and more and maybe he's scared too. Scared of how overwhelming the idea of having three people depending on him is. Scared of failing. Scared of fucking up.
So: it's been a week, and Corry's back from Madrid and he's letting himself into the apartment with a long, low sigh.]
[ It’s very difficult to just huff away quickly when you’re as big as Junpei is. But he makes a valiant effort, sticking his noise in the air and turning away from Corry.
He’s probably being a little unfair, but he’s sore and cranky and … ]
I’m hungry.
[ Another thing that had changed. Junpei was never a big eater before getting pregnant, but now he felt like he never ate enough. Midnight snacks were an every night routine. ]
Baby. [It comes out soft, tired, even as Corrigan is kicking off his shoes and crossing the small apartment, reaching out for Junpei. He's exhausted and jetlagged and just wants to sleep, but he can feel the annoyance and he's not such an asshole that he'd just ignore it.]
I'll get you something, c'mere. Get off your feet. [He slides his arms around Junpei's not-so-slender waist, nuzzles the back of his neck.]
[ It’s a pitiful display, him trying to reach the cupboards to get something out while being both too short and too pregnant to easily do so. There’s a lot of grunting and huffing, his face growing red with frustration before he finally just gives up and grabs a bag of chips from the counter. Popping the bag open he starts to stuff his face less than gracefully, not caring how he appears to this man anymore. He was probably taking long trips on purpose so as not to have to look at how gross he’s gotten!! ]
Mmph. Maybe. What do you care? You probably have some hot young thing you’re seeing. Some hot young not pregnant thing.
[It's -- okay, yeah, it's pitiful, but it's also really fucking cute. Corry crosses his arms, watching in amusement, lips pressed together to hide his smirk.
At least until Junpei says that. Corrigan’s smile immediately vanishes, expression growing stern. His voice becomes too sharp, sharper than he means:] Hey. Stop that. Look at me.
[Crossing the room in two quick strides, he takes hold of Junpei's shoulders, turning him around -- still careful, still gentle, even though his voice is short and stern.] Is that really what you think of me?
[ It's so hard to be stoic when the truth is you're sad and in pain. Even as Junpei's struggling to keep a stern look on his face, there are hints he's instead trying not to cry. ]
W-well what am I supposed to think? I see you less and less ... the bigger and m-more ...
[ His voice cracks, and that's when he knows he's not going to be able to hold on. The tears come, the dam bursting. ]
[All Corrigan’s sternness melts away at the tears -- seeing Junpei cry is his biggest most blatantly obvious weakness, almost making him cry every single time. It's a physical pain in his chest, intense and wrenching, and he quickly ducks down to meet those big teary eyes.]
God, sweetheart, Junpei, you're perfect. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire goddamn life and you have been since the day I met you. There's nobody else. Not since that day. There never will be.
[Corrigan falters a little, mouth working helplessly for a moment. Finally he sighs, stepping back and tugging Junpei with him.]
Hey, c’mere, sit down. C'mon. [His voice is soft, drawling,, coaxing them both to sit back on the couch. Once there, he tugs Junpei into his arms, baby belly and all.]
[ As much as he wants to push Corrigan away, he’s so hungry for touch and comfort he instead allows himself to be plopped on the couch beside him. There’s a little shifting as he tries to get comfortable, a task that is more and more challenging lately.
And then, one of the babies kicks him hard enough that it makes him cry out in surprise, hand going to the spot on his belly that he felt it. ]
[Corry goes quiet as his hand is guided to the indignant kicking, as it sort of sinks in for the first time that the creator of said kicking is real. This is all real, whether he's there or not.
His palm slowly smooths back and forth over the taut shape of Junpei's stomach, then he lets out a soft sigh.]
I'm an asshole. But you know that, don't you? [Another slow exhale.] I don't want to fuck this up, babe.
[That gets a startled, bemused chuckle from Corrigan, who keeps stroking his big warm palm over Junpei's stomach, again and again. He's never not horny, and true to his word, there's nobody else he gives a damn about, so his business trips tend to be boring and full of horniness with nowhere to go.]
Yeah? Tell me what you need. [Both hands slide up under the oversized t-shirt, one resting on Junpei's belly while the other slips up to his chest.] Use your words, honey, tell me how to take care of you.
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... much more dramatically than he could have anticipated, as it turned out he wasn't having one baby, but two, a fact that nearly made him faint in the doctor's office when it was revealed to him. Also a fact that made him cranky with Corrigan for days after. That was a fairly common occurrence, however, as in spite of his good intentions the older man still had his flaws and vices.
And so Junpei found himself eight months pregnant, absolutely huge with twins, struggling to get up from the couch as he often did. It would have been easier if Corry was around, but it was yet another night where he was alone. Stewing. Anger boiling up inside of him.
What a fool he'd been to be so easily swayed by honeyed words and promises. Was the other even going to be around for when he went into labor? Was he going to have to try and get himself to the hospital alone? The thought didn't just make him angry, it terrified him.
Finally getting onto his feet he huffed lowly, starting his slow waddle to the kitchen to try and fix himself something for dinner, hands supporting his suffering back. He wasn't really built to handle twins, but he had little choice. ]
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And yet, also, there's his job. And the business trips. And he doesn't want Junpei to travel in his condition, so he goes for a weekend. And then for a week. And babies are expensive and they're having two, so he picks up extra projects and he's gone more and more and maybe he's scared too. Scared of how overwhelming the idea of having three people depending on him is. Scared of failing. Scared of fucking up.
So: it's been a week, and Corry's back from Madrid and he's letting himself into the apartment with a long, low sigh.]
Hey, it's me-- why are you up?
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He’s probably being a little unfair, but he’s sore and cranky and … ]
I’m hungry.
[ Another thing that had changed. Junpei was never a big eater before getting pregnant, but now he felt like he never ate enough. Midnight snacks were an every night routine. ]
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I'll get you something, c'mere. Get off your feet. [He slides his arms around Junpei's not-so-slender waist, nuzzles the back of his neck.]
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But when he feels those arms slide around him, he forces his body to tense. Not to yield. He can’t just let him waltz back in as if nothing is wrong.
He tries to defiantly keep walking towards the kitchen. ]
What does it matter now? I’ve been on my feet all the time this week. Go to bed.
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You're angry at me. [Wow. Genius observation.]
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Mmph. Maybe. What do you care? You probably have some hot young thing you’re seeing. Some hot young not pregnant thing.
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At least until Junpei says that. Corrigan’s smile immediately vanishes, expression growing stern. His voice becomes too sharp, sharper than he means:] Hey. Stop that. Look at me.
[Crossing the room in two quick strides, he takes hold of Junpei's shoulders, turning him around -- still careful, still gentle, even though his voice is short and stern.] Is that really what you think of me?
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W-well what am I supposed to think? I see you less and less ... the bigger and m-more ...
[ His voice cracks, and that's when he knows he's not going to be able to hold on. The tears come, the dam bursting. ]
... disgusting I get ...
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[All Corrigan’s sternness melts away at the tears -- seeing Junpei cry is his biggest most blatantly obvious weakness, almost making him cry every single time. It's a physical pain in his chest, intense and wrenching, and he quickly ducks down to meet those big teary eyes.]
God, sweetheart, Junpei, you're perfect. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire goddamn life and you have been since the day I met you. There's nobody else. Not since that day. There never will be.
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[ He’s struggling to speak through his gasping sobs. This boy can cry a whole storm. Whacked out pregnancy hormones help. ]
… th-then why do you leave so much? I feel so huge and helpless, and … and … I miss you! I feel so alone!
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Hey, c’mere, sit down. C'mon. [His voice is soft, drawling,, coaxing them both to sit back on the couch. Once there, he tugs Junpei into his arms, baby belly and all.]
I'm here now. I'm here.
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And then, one of the babies kicks him hard enough that it makes him cry out in surprise, hand going to the spot on his belly that he felt it. ]
… ow …
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Are you -- is something wrong? Are you okay?
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[ He lifts his hand so he can press Corry's against where one of their tiny jerks is just going to town destroying his innards. ]
The problem with twins is there's rarely a time both are asleep. They're hungry and angry about it.
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His palm slowly smooths back and forth over the taut shape of Junpei's stomach, then he lets out a soft sigh.]
I'm an asshole. But you know that, don't you? [Another slow exhale.] I don't want to fuck this up, babe.
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[ Having that hand run over his stomach feels amazing, though. He’s going a little glassy eyed. Corry’s hand is so big and strong …
… and he’s so stupidly horny all the time, anymore. He lets out a little moan. ]
Ah, I … need you …
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Yeah? Tell me what you need. [Both hands slide up under the oversized t-shirt, one resting on Junpei's belly while the other slips up to his chest.] Use your words, honey, tell me how to take care of you.