[Due to Brad's condition, Fury offered for the gang to stay until his due date. During tht time for the nxt few mths, Brad n Peepers tried to keep their distance so as not to set off the collar, evn as far as sleeping in separate rooms, tho once in a while, wen one of them gets too lonely, they would go to the other's bedroom in the middle of the night to snuggle with them until the nxt morning]
Brad: [felt uneasy tht one particular midnight, as well as the usual loneliness, as he shuffled quietly towards Peepers' room. He stood there for a while, just staring at the sleeping Peepers while he stroke his swollen belly. Despite being almost due, his belly wasn't very big, probably bcoz of the size difference as well as the genetics]
Peepers: (in his bed) zzzz
Brad: [sighed as he slowly climbed onto the bed so as not to wake him, then cuddles close, hugging him frm behind]
Peepers: zzz...mmm?...(snuggles against Brad, sighing in sleep)
Brad: [whispers] Its just me. Go bk to sleep. Watch out for the baby [his arms automatically hugged him closer to his chest, keeping Peepers' feet a distance away frm his baby bump]
Peepers: (whispers) I know...(puts his hands on Brad's arms)
Brad: [closed his eyes n held Peepers like tht for a while, then abt half an hour later, his uneasiness came bk in the form of a cramp] Mmhh... >_<
Peepers: (hears and turns his head) Brad, you alright?
Brad: Nnh, yeah, just a bit of a cramp. Prolly indigestion. Just go bk to sleep
Peepers: (thinks a moment before switching to his other side so that he could also hug Brad) How's this?
Brad: Yeah... I guess... [tries to go bk to sleep but the cramp came bk again in 10 mins] Nnhh...
Peepers: (stirs awake)...Brad?
Brad: I'm fine, its just a cramp, I... [felt the cramp again, stronger this time] Nngghh...!!
Peepers: (sits up) Brad?? (holds onto him, getting concerned) I think we need to get you to their medic, ASAP.
Brad: W-Wat is...wrong with me...? Aahh...!! [suddenly felt his pants getting wet] Oh grob, I pissed myself
Peepers: (notices)...That's not... (jumps up to go and get the family medic) Just hang in there, I'll be back!
Brad: Wait, Master, don't go! [too late as Peepers already left] Pls don't leave me here... [sobs as he curled himself into a ball, moaning at the cramps that kept coming]
(Only a few minutes later, did Peepers finally arrive back with the family medic)
Brad: Master, u bastard...!! Aahhnn...!!
Dr Trouble: [chks Brad] Well looks like ur good to go [calls her assistants] Bring in the stretcher n prep the operating room! We've got a baby to deliver!
Peepers: It'll be alright, Brad. (follows the medic and Brad)
[Brad was wheeled in to the medic quarters n into the operating room]
Brad: Pls... Master, pls don't leave me...!! [whimpered as another contraction came]
Peepers: :( (holds his hand) I'm not going anywhere.
Dr Trouble: U might wanna go sterilize urself before u join us in the operating room, Master Peepers. Its a very delicate procedure
Brad: [whimpered, gripping onto Peepers' hand, not wanting to let go]
Peepers: ...I will.
[The assistant gently separated Peepers n Brad so that the Watchdog could go get sterilized while the family medic prepped Brad for surgery]
Brad: Master... Master... [his hand weakly flailing for him]
Peepers: :( I'll be there soon, Brad. (Goes to do the sterilize thing)
[After all said n done, everyone was ready in the operating room]
Dr Trouble: Alright, I'm going to numb ur body frm the waist dwn n numb ur abdomen for extra measure, so ur gonna feel a little weird wen I go in to extract the baby. Just keep calm n breathe, OK?
Brad: [nodded, his hand never letting Peepers' hand go]
Peepers: (grips Brad's hand)
Dr Trouble: [did the numbing procedure, then used a pin to prick Brad's side] U feel that?
Brad: Feel wat?
Dr Trouble: Good enough. Let's begin [one by one asked for the instruments to do the surgery]
Brad: W-Wat is she doing...? [his view was blocked by the big drape covering his lower half of the body]
Peepers: Appears you need a C section to get our baby out...(strokes Brad's hand to ease his nerves)
Brad: H-Huh...? Don't I do the whole pushing thing like Wander n Sylvia says?
Dr Trouble: Ur pure male n ur body didn't morph to accommodate a natural birth, so yeah, we hv to do this the hard way. Alright, I'm going in now. Just breathe, OK?
Brad: [before he could reply, he felt a weird pressure sensation as the family medic dug in to open him up to extract the baby, started panicking n hyperventilating]
Peepers: (grips his hand) Just breathe, Brad...stay with me, stay with me...(kisses his forehead a few times)
Brad: [tries to breathe calmly] I'm scared, Master, I'm scared... Is the baby gonna be OK...? [pants heavily]
Peepers: (strokes his hand) We'll just have to find out soon...
Dr Trouble: OK, ur gonna need to push a little after all, help me unwedge this baby, OK? On my count, 1, 2, push
Brad: [did as he was told, pushing a little as instructed] Nngghh...!
Peepers: That's it, Brad, that's it.
Dr Trouble: Almost... There we go! [got the baby out, then did the back slapping n the mouth suction until the baby cried]
Brad: Holy zob... Is that...??
Peepers: It is...(hears Brad grunt again) :o Brad??
Brad: I... I feel something weird...
Dr Trouble: Oh, wats this? Get me another towel, we got another one in there!
Brad: A-Another one...?! [gasped as he felt the family medic digging into him again, breathing hard]
Peepers: (thinks: I'm getting...twins...?) (goes back to holding Brad's hand) You still got this, Brad.
Dr Trouble: Alright, u knw the drill. On my count, 1, 2, push!
Brad: [whimpered as he managed a feeble push] Gghhh...!!
Peepers: (Grips his hand tightly, still encouraging him)
Dr Trouble: Gimme one more push, sir, easy does it
Brad: [sobs as he strained to push] Aaagh!!!
Dr Trouble: [got it out] There we go! Right as rain [did the same things to this baby until it cried]
Peepers: (smiles in relief) You did it, Brad...(kisses his forehead) You did so well...
Dr Trouble: Congratulations. U hv a pair, a boy and a girl! [hands one twin to Peepers n the other to Brad]
Brad: Ooh... Oh they're so tiny... Is that normal...? [looked worried at the baby that was almost smaller than his forearm]
Dr Trouble: They're fine, don't worry. In fact for Watchdogs standards, they're actually bigger than normal [gestured at Peepers who was carrying one of the twins which looked pretty big in comparison to Peepers]
Peepers: (smiled at the little boy in his arms, whom looked like Brad but had red eyes and a roundish head. The girl was a Watchdog pup with white hair and a blue/red eye which stared up at Brad curiously)
Brad: Heh, they actually look kinda cute [was distracted by the babies while Dr Trouble sutured the surgery cut up] Hey there, little munchkin. I'm ur Mommy [tickled the baby girl's neck]
Baby girl: ^^ (giggles)
Peepers: And I'm your Daddy. (nuzzles the baby boy) ^^
Baby boy: [giggled then yawned]
Brad: I suppose u wanna name them, Master?
Peepers: (thinks)...Why don't we hear your ideas, first? :)
Brad: I dunno. Ur the master, ur the one who gets to name the babies, not me
Peepers: Really, Brad...I'd like to hear what you have in mind... (sits with him)
Brad: [thought abt it for a moment] Arthur. He's my fav hero growing up. My mom traveled to Earth once on a pilgrimage trip, n she bought this book about this plc called Camelot ruled by this king hero Arthur. He inspired me to be a hero [mumbled] Tho I did a great job screwing it up...
Peepers: ...:) I like Arthur, too.
Brad: Alright, wats ur idea then?
Peepers: For the girl?
Brad: Yup. I named the boy, so u name the girl
Peepers: (looks at the little girl in Brad's arms)... Maria.
Brad: Maria? Why Maria? [was curious]
Peepers: It was...my late wife's wish to name who could've been our daughter after her own mother...(sighs at the memories of losing both his wife and child)...But yes, I'd like to have a Maria in our family.
Brad: Oh OK [looked dwn at the girl] Yeah, she looks like a Maria to me
Dr Trouble: Alright, ur all patched up, but u definitely need a longer bedrest than most ppl. I'll give u some bath salts for u to take a bath in so that u will heal faster, but till then, try not to do anything strenuous that might require u to bend too far dwn
Peepers: Doctor's orders, Brad. (kisses his forehead)
Brad: No arguments here
[The family medic helped to wheel Brad bk to his room so he could rest]
Brad: [was abt to change into his standard issue post-birth clothes Sylvia bought for him the week before wen he felt like his chest was leaking] Woah, wat the..?
Peepers: ?
Dr Trouble: [checked him] Well looks like there are SOME changes to ur physiology after all. Ur lactating for ur twins to nurse, so I'd better get to it n give them their first meal if I were u
Peepers: Think you can handle it, Brad?
Brad: Yeah, maybe. I remember Sylvia taught me how... [takes the twins n held them to his nipples] Uuhh, I hope I'm doing right. This is so weird...
Arthur & Maria: (feed off Brad)
Peepers: Looks good. :)... (puts his helmet over his face, the sounds of sobbing could be heard from behind it)
Brad: [noticed] Master...? Master, r u...crying?
Peepers: (pulls his helmet off his face, revealing big tears) I'm just happy...and also relieved that...both you and the children made it this time, unlike...;(
Brad: [remembered wat Wander told him abt Peepers' wife who died at childbirth] Oh... Ooh, Master... Master, I'm sorry... I'm sorry I made u upset... [crying sympathy tears for him, his emotions also catching up with him frm the birth just now]
Peepers: (hugs Brad, one arm around the babies) You didn't, Brad...I'm just so relieved...you and babies are okay...all of you... ;( (leans up for a kiss)
Brad: [kissed him bk] I'm glad too... I'm glad the babies are safe. I was so worried... I was worried that wat the collar did before we found out I was pregnant... I was worried I might've deformed them somehow... I was so scared... [sobs along with the Watchdog] Oh my babies... Mommy's sorry... I'm sorry I said that I didn't want u... I'm so sorry...
Arthur & Maria: (make concerned baby noises)
Peepers: (pets their heads) No, no, no, it's alright...mommy and daddy are just glad you're both okay...(kisses both their foreheads)
Brad: [sniffles, tears still falling dwn his cheeks but he couldn't wipe them coz his hands were full] D-Did I do good, Master? R u happy I kept the babies? [was still feeling a little guilty over that]
Peepers: I'm very glad, my prince...(hugs Brad more) You did good...so good...
Brad: [leaned close to Peepers, sobbing until he somehow yawned, exhausted frm the birth]
Peepers: Rest, my prince...you'll need it...
Brad: Mmhmm... [leans bk, the babies still nursing frm him as he fell asleep]
Peepers: (kisses Brad's forehead)...Love you, my prince.
Brad: [mumbled in his sleep] Nnnhmm... Love u... Master... Zzzz....
Peepers: (smiles, staying by Brad's side, watching him sleep soundly)
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