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Title: Perfect Fit
Characters/Pairings: Raw/Jeb, Cain/Glitch, DG, Azkadellia, Ahamo, a few minor OCs.
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe - nothing explicit)
Words: ~ 8,350
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I do make good use of them.
Summary: Jeb and Raw decide it’s time to start a family.
Warning and notes: MPREG (non-graphic). This story could be considered a possible AU in the “Perceptible” ‘verse, or simply a separate story in the general Raw/Jeb 'verse. Jeb and Raw have been married for two annuals. This story also works with the idea that male pregnancy is not unusual in the O.Z. The explanation for this idea is found within the story.
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amedia for her fantastic, quick and thorough beta work!!!! Any remaining weirdness is mine and mine alone.
~*~
Jeb took the mug of hot herbal tea from Raw with trembling hands, eyeing the dark, thick liquid dubiously. “You’re sure this is the right mixture? It smells terrible.”
With an affectionate grin, Raw nodded. Then he grew somber, placing his hand on Jeb's knee. “Positive?”
Without hesitation, Jeb answered. “Yes.” Then he looked up, meeting Raw’s eyes. “Are you?”
“Yes,” Raw replied, squeezing gently.
Raising the cup to his lips, Jeb paused only to shrug and smirk. “Well, at least if this doesn’t work, we’ll have fun trying.” With that, he took a quick breath and drank the contents of the cup.
~*~
“Hey, Dad?” Jeb poked his head around the corner of Cain’s office in the Palace. “Do you have a minute?”
Cain looked up and set his pen down. “Sure, kid,” he said, leaning back in his chair and putting his feet up on the corner of his desk. “Have a seat.” One hand waved vaguely to indicate the opposite chair.
Closing the door behind him, Jeb came in and sat down, his hands fidgeting nervously. “Listen, Raw and I have been talking a lot about...stuff, recently.”
When Cain realized that was all Jeb could come up with, he blinked in confusion. “Okay...what kind of ‘stuff’?”
Jeb cleared his throat, unable to meet his father’s eyes. “We – uh, we’ve been married for a couple of annuals now and we both...we want kids.” At that, he looked up to gauge Cain’s reaction.
Feet dropping to the floor, Cain fumbled to catch himself against the desk. “You – kids? As in – “
Taking a deep breath, Jeb plunged right in. “Raw got together everything to make the fertility tea. I drank it last night.”
“Holy – Jeb, have you thought this through? Seriously considered what it will mean if it works?” Cain stood and walked around the side of his desk, sitting on the edge in front of Jeb. “This is not something to be taken lightly.”
Jeb sat up straight, rubbing his damp palms against his thighs. “Yes, I have,” he answered calmly. “I’ve been a detective for over an annual now. If I do get pregnant and it looks like it’s going to take, I’m planning to apply for transfer to the Royal Guard so I can be close to home. Raw and I have considered every possible conflict and outcome. He already spends all day at home here, between working with the royal family and helping in the infirmary building. We don’t see any reason to keep waiting.”
Cain rolled his neck and released a long sigh. “And you’re sure you can stand working for me with the Guard?”
Grinning in relief, Jeb sat back in his chair, the old wood creaking quietly under his slight weight. “So long as you don’t make me patrol the northeast wing every day. That place gives me the creeps.”
After a moment, Cain’s smile faded and his tone turned serious. “I’m glad you told me, kiddo. Before you went and got yourself knocked up. I’m assuming this stays between us for now?”
“Yeah, I’d rather not broadcast it around that we’re trying to have kids,” Jeb blushed and scratched the back of his neck. “The effects of the herbal treatment last for around three months and if it doesn’t work we’ll have to wait another annual before trying again. But I thought you should know, just in case it works.”
Cain stood and put a hand on Jeb’s shoulder, squeezing tightly. “I appreciate that, son.”
Jeb stood and stuck his hands in his pockets. “Thanks for...you know, listening and not losing it on me.”
“Oh, I’m saving that up for after you leave,” Cain rubbed his hand over his face wearily.
~*~
Two Months, Two Weeks and One Care Package
The first inkling that Raw had that Jeb had arrived home before dinner was the fabric-covered package that came hurtling through the air. Raw’s quick reflexes were all that saved him from being nailed in the head. “Picked up the mail,” Jeb announced unnecessarily. Flinging himself onto the bed and sprawling out on his back, he tucked his arms under his head. “Looks like it’s from your mom.”
“Yes,” Raw smiled warmly and worked on loosening the knotted cords that bound the thick bundle as he walked over to their shared dresser. Since being placed in a prestigious position within the government, Raw’s mother had shown her pride in her son by sending him finely tailored clothes from home, in the colors of his clan.
Holding up a pair of long trousers made from short, smooth fur, fastened at the hip with a series of small, concealed hooks, Raw hummed in approval. Folding them carefully, he pulled open the second drawer and placed the pants right on top. Focused on inspecting and putting away the latest additions to his wardrobe, he only noticed Jeb sneaking up behind him when it was too late and he was enveloped in long, skinny arms.
Raw gave a contented moan and leaned back into Jeb’s body, covering Jeb’s hands with his own. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, giving easy access to the wandering mouth trailing across his neck. “In a mood.”
“Mmhmm,” Jeb agreed without bothering to remove his lips from Raw’s throat.
Somehow, they shuffled and maneuvered their way back toward the bed, Raw tumbling back when his knees hit the edge. He chuckled and wriggled his way backwards, Jeb following on his hands and knees.
There were a lot of things that surprised Raw about Jeb when they had first become intimate, but one thing in particular was not all that unexpected. Jeb was a soft-spoken man, his words were always chosen carefully and he barely made a sound as he moved through life; a necessity for someone with his background. So it hardly came as a shock that Jeb was a silent lover as well.
They moved together seamlessly; their joining was a ritual and at the same time always something new and fascinating. Raw was pinned beneath Jeb’s straddled form, watching, completely captivated, as Jeb moved and sighed. Each tiny gasp that escaped pushed Raw closer to completion until he gave in to instinct, holding Jeb’s hips tight and driving up into him. Jeb fell forward and gave a long, shuddering sigh as he came, a gust of hot breath against damp skin that sent Raw over as well.
After, Jeb slid, boneless, to the side and onto his back with a soft groan. Raw turned on his side and draped an arm over Jeb’s middle, possessive and loving. He stroked up and down Jeb’s ribcage, feeling the sharp, fast breaths slow gradually. After a while he raised his head and propped it up on one fist. “Time for shower before dinner.”
“Is there? Good,” Jeb murmured lazily. “How come you didn’t warn me that those herbs would make me so...amorous?” he asked, blushing as he said it.
Raw snickered and sat up, dragging Jeb into sitting position with him. “Didn’t know.”
“Yeah, right,” Jeb grinned and leaned heavily against Raw’s shoulder. “Come on, then. Shower. I’m hungry.”
When they finally made their way down to the dining hall, they held hands the entire way – ignoring the smothered grins of their friends and family.
~*~
Seven Weeks and A Definite Maybe
The swirling black and red of the marble walls swam in front of Jeb’s eyes, the ebb and flow unnatural and dizzying. Stairs stretched up for miles and he closed his eyes, blinding groping for the smooth, cold surface of the nearest wall. He stumbled before finding purchase against a welcome, solid surface and leaned against it, sliding down until his backside was on the floor.
Knees drawn up and forehead resting on the cool marble, Jeb swallowed bile and took long, slow breaths. He focused on the darkness, letting the vertigo drift over his mind. There was no way to tell how long he sat there, but soon enough he heard echoing steps and the soft rustle of fabric as someone approached.
“Hey, are you all right?” It was DG’s voice that came from somewhere above and behind. “Jeb?” He felt a soft breeze as she knelt next to him and a small, cool hand on his back.
“M’fine,” he murmured, forcing a tight smile. “Gimme a minute.”
DG shifted next to him and Jeb figured she was sitting down. “Are you sick?”
“Maybe,” Jeb shrugged one shoulder. He cleared his throat, licked his lips. “It started a couple of days ago, I thought maybe I ate something that didn’t agree with me. Felt fine this morning, but started...uh, well, you know. Before lunchtime. Can’t keep anything down.”
“Oh, Jeb,” she said softly, sympathetic. “Let me see your hand.” When he offered her one, she winced at how badly it shook. “You need something to keep you from passing out. Hang on – I’m going to get you some apple juice.”
Before Jeb could tell her she didn’t have to do that, she was already halfway down the hallway in a brisk jog.
Sighing, he rested until he heard DG returning. Raising his head slightly, he smiled when she grabbed his hand and pressed a small glass of amber colored juice into it. “The sugar will make you feel better. Trust me.”
Jeb took a few small sips, letting the cool liquid roll down his abused throat. He waited apprehensively to see if it would stay and was pleased that it did. “Thanks, DG.”
“No problem,” she grinned and patted his shoulder. “Someone’s got to take care of you while your husband is away. They’re supposed to be back this afternoon now that the guilds have settled down again – maybe Raw can take care of your stomach problem.”
Jeb chuckled, blushing brightly. “Oh, I’m not so sure this is something Raw can fix. It may very well be his fault.”
“What do you mean?” DG settled down in front of him, her arms wrapped around her knees.
With a sigh, Jeb turned slowly so his back was to the wall. Rolling the glass in his hands, he stared at the swirling juice. “I’m not sure yet. But – look, the only person who I’ve told is my dad, who I’m assuming also told Glitch. So can you keep this to yourself for now?”
“Of course,” DG frowned, letting her legs drop to the sides so she could lean forward. “What’s up?”
“Me and Raw – we decided to try for kids,” Jeb blurted out, relieved to have someone to talk to. “And now I think I might be pregnant.”
DG gave a nervous laugh. “Jeb...what? You can’t be – I don’t understand. Guys can’t have kids together!”
It was Jeb’s turn to frown. “Why not?”
“Well – it’s just...not – Jeb, is this another one of those Outer Zone things that no one’s bothered to tell me about?” DG pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes.
Jeb blinked and laughed softly. “It might be. I’m not great with history but I’ll do my best. See, a few hundred annuals ago Raw’s people figured out a combination of natural herbs that – well, I guess you’d say ‘wake up’ the dormant half of the reproductive system in men, the part that is capable of carrying a child. So, you know, couples like us can start a family.”
“Huh,” DG stared at him, wide-eyed and calculating. “That – we definitely don’t have that where I grew up.”
“Then how do they have children?”
“They don’t,” DG answered but then thought for a moment, biting on one fingernail. “Well, there’s adoption and surrogate mothers where they can get help from others. But men over there can’t have kids on their own.”
Jeb frowned before taking a sip of apple juice. “That’s sad.”
“Now that you mention it, it really is,” DG grimaced. “So you really think you might be pregnant? Really?”
“It’s possible, what with the ill feeling coming and going,” Jeb waved a hand tiredly.
“But wouldn’t Raw be able to tell?”
“His abilities are frequently exaggerated,” Jeb rolled his eyes. “He can’t see the future, only the past and present. And most of the time only when he touches a person or something closely connected to that person. The thing is – he respects people’s privacy, including my own. He won’t just look without asking or being invited.”
DG nodded slowly. “You’ll let me know as soon as you find out for sure, right?”
“Yeah,” Jeb smiled. “But I don’t want it to become public knowledge for a while if I’m right. You know how it is – you’ve got to be sure sure before you tell people.”
Leaning closer, DG gave Jeb’s shoulder a light squeeze. “I hope you are right.”
~*~
Raw found Jeb in their suite that afternoon after he arrived safely home. He closed the door behind him and smiled at Jeb, but his expression quickly turned to concern when Jeb didn’t stand up to greet him. “Wrong?”
“Come here,” Jeb requested quietly. He turned sideways, pulling one knee up onto the bed so he could face Raw, who had quickly come over to sit down. Jeb reached over and took one of Raw’s hands, then pressed it to his own abdomen. “Look.”
With that compelling invitation, Raw did as he was told. He closed his eyes and felt, sensing all the familiarity of Jeb and something else, something new and strikingly recognizable: a part of himself.
Eyes flying open, wide and awestruck, Raw could only stare in amazement.
Jeb smiled hesitantly. “Is it – is there – “
“Yes,” Raw rasped, his hand still connecting them intimately. “Early days, hard to see, feel.”
“How long, can you tell?”
Raw concentrated for a moment. “Two months so far, little less.”
Jeb laughed breathlessly, covering Raw’s hand with his own. “So it’s really there. We’re really going to be...”
“Parents.” Raw told him confidently. He grinned and lunged forward, tackling Jeb very gently to the bed. With a tender smile, he kissed Jeb slowly, with great care. “Love you.”
“Love you,” Jeb echoed freely, grinning unreservedly. Then his eyes grew impossibly wide. “I have to tell my father!”
~*~
“But – I’m only 45!”
Wyatt Cain’s reaction wasn’t exactly what Jeb expected, but it did have him snickering, on the edge of hysteria. Jeb cleared his throat, putting on a serious face. “And how old were you when I was born?”
“That’s – beside the point,” Wyatt looked at the floor and crossed his arms. Then he blinked rapidly, looking up at his son. “It really worked? You’re – “
“Yeah,” Jeb grinned proudly. “It’s still early, but with Raw keeping a close eye on me everything should be fine. I’m putting in the paperwork for that transfer, but with the way the system’s going these days it will probably take about a month for it to get through.”
Wyatt frowned. “You’re sure that’s a good idea? You’ll be careful at the station?”
“I haven’t been on the streets for six months – detective work keeps me at my desk most of the time,” Jeb shrugged. “I’ll stay safe.”
“You’d better,” Wyatt told him roughly before reaching out and pulling Jeb to him, holding him tight. “I’m happy for you, son.” He sniffed softly, drawing back but leaving his hand cupped around the back of Jeb’s neck. “Now, you want to go give Glitch the good news?”
Jeb nodded and they headed down the hall toward Glitch’s lab. Jeb was surprised to realize, given all the people who now knew, that telling Glitch made it seem all the more real.
Because now his whole family knew and he suddenly realized how much he was going to be relying on them from now on. He and Raw were going to be parents; Glitch and Wyatt were going to be grandparents. Jeb’s whole life before the end of the Witch’s reign had been so focused on simply keeping himself alive; he had so much more now than he ever expected and he wondered when he would get used to it all. If he ever did.
~*~
Eleven Weeks and a Change In The Schedule
Jeb glanced up from his desk as a pair of Tin Men walked past his office with a prisoner in custody. It was something he saw several times every day in this station so he gave it no further notice.
Until the shouting started and Jeb instinctually leapt up, taking in the scene. The criminal, clearly high on something, had somehow fallen back and taken down one of the officers, the other struggling to contain the prisoner. There was no one else close enough to help but the last thing Jeb needed a week before his transfer was to risk getting in a fight with someone bigger than him.
There was barely enough time for him to reach for his holstered weapon before his presence was noticed. Officer Hodgekins was knocked to the floor and Jeb all of a sudden found himself engaging the cuffed prisoner. His gun was kicked from his hand and abruptly Jeb was at a serious disadvantage.
Jeb defended himself the best he could, keeping the other man distracted and occupied long enough for backup to arrive. But he mistook one move, exposing his middle for a fraction of a second and that was all the time it took for the prisoner to land a solid kick to Jeb’s stomach.
His hands and knees hit the floor and he fought for breath, distant shouts coming from down the hall. In the background, over the rushing of blood in his ears, he heard his fellow officers regaining control of the situation.
There was a small, warm hand on his back, a gentle voice in his ear. His captain, Gabrielle Hunter, spoke to him softly. “Just take it easy, kid,” she told him. They’d known each other for nearly ten annuals, having fought together in the Resistance; she had been a friend of his mother’s. At this moment, he couldn’t have been more grateful for her calming presence. “Slow, deep breaths. You’ll be fine.”
Jeb gave a single nod, working to calm his breathing. When he no longer felt like he was going to throw up or pass out, he raised his head. He swallowed hard. “I need to go. Home. Now.”
Captain Hunter studied him closely. “I’ve seen you take a lot harder beatings than that without batting an eye. What’s wrong?”
Glancing around to see if they were mostly alone, Jeb met her concerned gaze. “You know how I’m transferring soon?”
She nodded.
He lowered his voice, speaking rapidly. “It’s because I’m pregnant.”
Hunter gaped at him. “Holy shit. How far along?”
“Almost three months. And your guest managed to land a kick,” Jeb grimaced, one hand moving up to wrap around his belly. “I need Raw to take a look and make sure everything’s okay.”
“Come on,” Hunter stood quickly, helping Jeb to his feet. She kept an arm around him, yelling at another cop. “Get me a car, front entrance. Now.”
She never had to ask twice; her officers respected her too much. No one asked questions as she and Jeb made their way through the station and out the door to the street, just as a patrol car pulled up. They both climbed into the back and Hunter told the man behind the wheel to take them straight to the Palace and around the back entrance, closest to the hospital building.
As soon as the car came to a stop, the Captain had Jeb on his feet and up the short walkway before Jeb could assure her he could make it on his own.
Jeb let himself be led, hand pressed to his belly as if to soothe the tiny hint of life he carried. He looked up when Hunter pushed open a swinging door, finding the resident doctor, Dr. Cullen, and Raw. As soon as Jeb saw Raw turn, giving him that curious, worried look, all the words got stuck in Jeb’s throat.
“He got kicked in the stomach,” Captain Hunter announced briskly, propelling Jeb forward toward an exam bed.
Raw gave a low growl and hurried forward, taking Jeb himself and sitting him down on the narrow cot. “Lie down,” he directed, keeping one hand on Jeb’s back to slowly help him down. Once Jeb was flat on his back, Raw tugged the bottom of Jeb’s t-shirt out of his pants and tucked his hand up under the soft fabric, his palm against smooth skin. It wasn’t necessary but he knew Jeb; knew the touch of bare skin would calm him.
It only took a few moments of silent assessment before Raw smiled and opened his eyes. “Both fine,” he pronounced.
Jeb released a long, shaky sigh and covered his face with both hands. “Okay,” he said, muffled. “Okay.”
“Come here,” Raw urged softly. He pulled Jeb into a sitting position and enfolded him in a tender embrace. Jeb wrapped an arm around Raw’s waist and leaned into him. Planting a kiss on top of Jeb’s head, Raw comforted him with all he had. “Everything fine,” he whispered, stroking Jeb’s arm with one hand.
“Yeah,” Jeb nodded and raised his head, pulling his tattered nerves together. “I just – “
“Raw know,” came the gentle reply. Raw turned slightly, looking at Captain Hunter, who had hung back against the wall to give them some privacy. At Raw’s look, she stepped forward until she stood at Jeb’s other side, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“I wish you’d told me before we let something like this happen but I’m just glad you’re all right,” Gabrielle told him. “Listen – I’d feel a lot better if you’d use up some of the vacation time you’ve built up the last couple annuals and take the next week before your transfer goes through to get yourself organized. Take a few days to get your office cleared up and moved over here.”
Jeb grimaced. “I wanted to work all the way through the first trimester, before my body rebels against me.”
“I know you, kid,” Gabrielle smirked kindly. “You’d work until that baby tells you to stop. But you’re smarter than that. You know it doesn’t work that way. Priorities change. That child comes first from now on, right?”
“Right,” Jeb nodded, touching his unchanged belly self-consciously. He sighed. “I suppose my vacation is effective immediately?”
The Captain raised an eyebrow at him.
Jeb snorted. “I’ll come by tomorrow for my things.” He leaned back on both hands. “And no, not alone. I’ll see if my dad wants to come – you know how he likes to visit the old station.”
“Your father,” Gabrielle grinned and shook her head. “Can’t keep a Cain man away from the job. There’s another thing, though,” she went on, becoming more serious. “The other officers will want to know you’re okay after what happened today. Are you up to answering their questions? Do you plan to tell them about the baby?”
Taking a long moment to consider her questions, Jeb finally licked his lips and replied. “I’ll tell them I’m fine, but I’m not so sure about telling them yet. I haven’t even told the royal family, ‘cept for DG and she’s given her word not to tell anyone.”
“All right, then,” Gabrielle granted. “You’ll come by tomorrow, then?”
“Yeah.”
“That’ll do,” she patted his shoulder. “You take it easy, kid. And keep me in the loop, will you? You’re the first of the kids from the old group to get himself knocked up.” Her grin was playful and she gave Raw a wink, making him blush.
“All right, enough of that,” Jeb pushed her shoulder lightly. “Get back to work already.”
“Watch it, young man,” Gabrielle pointed a stern finger at him. “One word to your father and I’ll make sure you’re doing nothing but his paperwork for the next twenty annuals.”
Jeb shuddered. “You’re an evil woman, Gabby.”
~*~
There were mixed feelings going through Jeb’s mind after he and Wyatt finished moving his personal items from the Tin Man station downtown to Jeb’s new corner in the office of the Royal Guard. He knew he would enjoy getting to work alongside his father, but he would miss the satisfaction of driving a criminal to confession. It was how he’d been given the detective job in the first place; his interrogation skills were renowned.
The warmth coming from the fireplace made him drowsy and lethargic as he lay stretched out on a plush sofa, socked feet crossed at the ankle, letting his mind drift. The cat that had taken up residence on his stomach helped to add to the lazy feeling and Jeb mindlessly petted its head, ignoring the tiny pinpricks of claws that occasionally made it through his sweater.
“Your little friend certainly seems to enjoy your company,” a voice from behind made Jeb startle a bit, but the cat just hung on tighter at the disruption.
Jeb tilted his head back in time to see Ahamo taking a nearby chair. “Good evening, sir.”
“Evening, Jeb,” Ahamo replied with a smile. “Hear you’re officially part of the Guard staff now.”
“Yeah, my dad finally got me where he wants me,” Jeb joked lightly, looking down at the creature who insisted that Jeb wasn’t giving it enough attention. He scratched behind the pointed ears.
“You know we’re keen on having you around,” Ahamo said slowly, as if choosing his words carefully. “But you’d always said you wanted to spent at least five annuals on the force before making the transfer.”
Jeb shrugged against the cushions. “Plans change.”
“Something tells me there’s more to your decision than simply changing your plans.”
“Has DG been talking to you?” Jeb looked over again, squinting.
Ahamo frowned. “Not about you, but anyone can see the way Raw’s been acting lately, how Glitch and Wyatt have been treating you like you’re made of glass. If it’s none of my business, just tell me so. But you’ve got my wife and me worried for you.”
Jeb closed his eyes and sighed. “It’s not – there’s nothing wrong, I can assure you. But the way things are going this week I realize I’m going to have to start telling people.” Picking up the cat and setting it aside on the sofa, Jeb swung his legs down and sat up so he could face Ahamo. “I’m pregnant. Just short of three months.”
Sitting back in his chair, Ahamo studied Jeb with wide, astonished eyes. “Well, now. That’s certainly one of the last things I was expecting to hear. Congratulations are in order, then, son!”
Grinning shyly, Jeb ducked his head. “To be honest, I’d expected DG to tell the family by now so I wouldn’t have to. Guess she kept her word.”
“Please tell me DG’s not responsible for your condition.”
Jeb laughed sharply, leaning back as the tension left his body. “Oh, no. This wasn’t one of her magic accidents. Raw and I have been talking about starting a family for a while now and decided it was time to start trying.”
“Ah – the Viewers’ herbal trick, then,” Ahamo guessed, smiling at Jeb’s confirming nod. “Well! I’m glad you told me, Jeb. It’ll be wonderful to have a baby around the house again, that’s for sure. Can I assume that everything is going well so far?”
“Yes,” Jeb nodded proudly, rubbing his belly. “Raw’s making sure of that.”
“Well, I have to say I admire your courage,” Ahamo leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “Where I’m from men aren’t able to carry children but even if we could, I’m not sure I’d be brave enough to make that decision. You’re a stronger man than me.”
Jeb flushed at the compliment. “Just wait until I’m eight months along and whining about every little thing.”
“That’s your prerogative as the one carrying a child,” Ahamo reminded him. “You just make sure to let us know if you need anything, understood?”
“I appreciate that, sir,” Jeb said earnestly.
~*~
Sixteen Weeks and Frustration Sets In
Jeb flopped back on the bed, a growl escaping. “I hate this.”
“Knew it would happen,” Raw pointed out helpfully from where he sat next to Jeb, reaching over to rub Jeb’s slightly distended and exposed belly. “Starting to show, clothes need adjusting.”
“But I LIKE these pants!” Jeb wailed pathetically. “They’re loose and comfortable and broken in just right.”
Raw hummed sympathetically. “Will take to staff tailor. Add...something to front.”
“You mean elastic?”
“Yes!” Raw pointed excitedly. “Still wear pants but they grow with Jeb.”
Jeb covered his face. “I don’t want my pants to grow with me. I just want to hide in here for the next five months until the kid’s born. Can I?”
Raw chuckled at his husband’s dramatics. “No. Family still find you.”
~*~
Twenty-two Weeks and a Slow Day on the Job
Wyatt was out of his seat and across the office the instant he heard Jeb’s startled exclamation. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I thought I – Oh!” Jeb’s eyes went wide and he pressed one hand to his abdomen, curving to accommodate the roundness. “I felt something. Here.”
Kneeling down next to his son, Wyatt suppressed a knowing smile. “Mind if I...”
“Go ahead,” Jeb sat up straighter and moved his hand, granting Wyatt access to touch.
Wyatt put his hand where Jeb’s had been and waited. His patience was rewarded by a tiny flutter of movement. “It’s starting to kick.”
Jeb gave a breathy laugh, incredulous. “It’s big enough to do that?”
“Sure is,” Wyatt smiled up at Jeb. “You were kicking for a good four months before you were born. Figures any kid of yours would be just as feisty.”
“That’s so cool,” Jeb rested his hand on top of the roundest part of his belly. “Mind if I go tell Raw? He’ll love this!”
“Go on,” Wyatt chuckled, standing. “It’s about time for your walk, anyway. I’m surprised you’ve managed to stay at your desk for as long as you have today.”
Jeb rolled his eyes and stood. “I’m just restless.”
“Part of that’s you, part of that’s the pregnancy,” Wyatt told him, walking him to the door. “Your mother was the same, always wanting to walk around. Go slow, be safe.”
“I know,” Jeb smiled. “I’ll be back in a while.”
~*~
Thirty-five Weeks and the Home Stretch
Jeb sat on the infirmary bed patiently, letting his doctor and midwife poke and prod him as they had for the last six months since he had come to them to announce his pregnancy. Emma Harper was young but experienced as a midwife and Jeb trusted her completely. Dr. Cullen was around Ahamo’s age and full of good humor.
“All right, Jeb, we’re going to have you lie back,” Dr. Cullen said after Emma gave him a nod. “The bed’s tilted up at an angle so your back doesn’t complain too much.”
With their gentle guidance, Jeb shifted around until he could stretch out, unable to hold back a wince as his back protested anyway. “This is so annoying.” He let Emma fix the pillow that she’d tucked behind the small of his back.
“It’s something every expectant parent goes through,” Emma pointed out, but she gave his shoulder a sympathetic pat. “I just need to check the position of the baby, make sure the head has shifted down. Don’t forget to tell me if something hurts or if I’m using too much pressure, got that?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jeb gave her a sloppy salute and relaxed, closing his eyes. He took slow, deep breaths as warm hands examined his very pregnant abdomen.
After a long few minutes of silence, broken only by the sounds of Dr. Cullen fussing with the things he kept on his countertops, Emma spoke. “Everything feels like it’s in the right place,” she announced happily. “Looks like your body is doing everything it should, that’s a very good sign.”
Jeb sighed gladly. “So, there’s about five weeks left, right?”
“Assuming you deliver on schedule, yes.”
“Okay,” Jeb nodded slowly. “Now, I know a bit about birthing babies, since everyone around here seems to have a book for me to read or a story to share. But you know I’ve never done this before...”
Emma smiled at him kindly. “And you’re starting to get nervous because you don’t know what to expect when the time comes?”
“Well, yeah,” Jeb admitted. “I mean, I know the biological part. The contractions and how men deliver compared to how women do it. But what’s the plan for when it is time?”
“All right,” Emma started, pulling a stool over to sit. “You know that when labor starts, you’ll notice it because of the contractions – they’ll be mild at first, then start to get closer together and more intense. You’ve read all the books, so you know how the womb is connected and where everything is directed naturally. So after your water breaks and when the expanding is done, that’s when you want to make sure you’re already here and ready. It’s not going to happen quickly and there’s no need to panic. That’s one of the most common misconceptions about having a baby – that it’s an emergency and everything happens at once. It doesn’t. Raw and I will be with you the whole time, as soon as Baby Watch starts. That’s around the last week. You won’t have to worry about going through this alone.”
Jeb nodded, listening closely even as his mind tried to imagine all of this.
“When birth starts, we’ll give you pain medication but it will mostly be Raw who takes care of you. Dr. Cullen and I will be guiding you through the delivery itself, while Raw will make sure you are not in too much pain. Now remember, there will almost certainly be tearing and bleeding – this is true of both men and women – but Raw can’t heal any tears until after the baby is out. Otherwise there won’t be enough room for the baby to pass through.”
“Right,” Jeb said softly, swallowing hard. That was the part he was dreading the most.
Emma patted his hand and continued. “As soon as the baby and the afterbirth are out, Raw can heal any tearing that may have taken place. I’ll be taking care of getting the baby cleaned up and tying off the umbilical cord, Dr. Cullen and Raw will be taking care of you. Getting you cleaned up and settled.”
“It sounds so simple when you say it,” Jeb teased, but he knew Emma could easily see the tension in his body. “It’s going to be fine, isn’t it?”
“Jeb, honey,” Emma smiled at him calmly, reaching up to brush back his hair. “You’re going to be in good hands, you know that. Having a baby isn’t the easiest thing in the world but it’s not something to be afraid of either. You’ll be fine.”
“I know,” Jeb smiled in return and held up one hand. “Can I sit up now?”
“Sure,” Emma said, grasping his hand while waiting for Dr. Cullen to come over and take Jeb’s other hand. Together they helped Jeb up again. “Better?”
Jeb nodded, reaching around to rub his back. “I’ve been sleeping on my side for months now.”
“Well, another five weeks or so and you’ll be able to sleep anyway you want,” Emma reassured him. “And you still won’t let Raw tell you if it’s a boy or a girl?”
“Nope,” Jeb replied happily. “I know he knows already, but I want to be surprised. No one else gets the advantage of knowing ahead of time, so neither should I.”
“That sounds fair,” Emma told him. “Would you like me to walk you back to your room?”
“No, thank you. I’m pretty sure I spotted Raw hovering out in the hallway,” Jeb smirked and got to his feet. “Unless he’s needed here, I’ll just take him home with me.”
Emma smiled and escorted Jeb to the door. “You’re a lucky man to have a spouse as attentive as Raw is.” She pushed the swinging door open and just as Jeb had guessed, Raw was still lingering in the corridor, talking to one of the three staff nurses. The medical staff was small but necessary, with so many people living and working at the Palace.
Raw turned; spotting Jeb and Emma emerging, he gave a quick farewell to the nurse. “Good?”
“Yeah, everything’s good,” Jeb nodded, automatically hooking his arm through Raw’s elbow. He tilted his head up and accepted a soft kiss. “Walk me back?”
“Of course,” Raw smiled warmly and gave a nod of thanks to Emma, then proceeded to guide Jeb toward their suite.
Jeb stopped after only a few steps, an annoyed expression on his face. “Wait.”
“Bathroom?”
“Bathroom.”
~*~
“You’re sure you can’t eat a bit more? You’ve hardly touched your dinner,” Wyatt said softly, leaning in closer to his son.
Jeb sighed and stabbed at the small, round slices of potato on his plate. “There’s just nowhere to put it,” Jeb grumbled, stroking his belly with his free hand. “This kid’s taking up so much space my stomach is losing the battle for territory.”
Wyatt chuckled, exchanging an amused look with Glitch across the table. “How about a couple of apple slices? They’re good for you.”
"You try and feed me any more fruit and I swear by all that is holy that I will punch you in the throat."
“No fruit, then.” Wyatt wisely moved back into his own space and let Raw deal with Jeb.
DG spoke up from a couple of chairs down on Glitch’s side of the table. “So, Jeb...or, anyone, really,” she glanced at the other men at the table near Jeb. “When’s the baby shower?”
Jeb looked up at her curiously, his dinner momentarily forgotten. “Baby shower?”
“Yeah,” DG wiped her mouth with her napkin. “You know, where you have a party and everyone gives you gifts for the baby.”
“Oh,” Jeb blinked rapidly. “We don’t do that before the birth. Only after. It’s like how we don’t buy any baby clothes or anything until after the baby is born. It’s tradition.”
“But, what about being prepared? You’ve got to have things!”
“Deeg, it’s bad luck to tempt fate like that,” Glitch explained softly, his eyes drifting as he recalled the custom. “The folklore tells us that the gods can be offended if we assume the baby will be born healthy. Once a healthy child is born, then we can provide the necessary supplies. There’s always time, a few days of rest at least, before the parents take the baby home. That’s when the other family members start to gather anything the parents might need.”
DG nodded slowly. “That makes sense. I think some parts of the Other Side do it that way, too. So I’ve heard. Sorry, Jeb, I didn’t mean to offend.”
“No, you didn’t, Princess,” Jeb smiled easily. “I know there’s still a lot of things you’re catching up on over here. So, to answer your question: after the baby is born. In fact, would you like to plan the party?”
“Oh! Yes!” DG nearly bounced in her seat in her enthusiasm. “I’d love to!”
“I’ll help, Deeg,” Azkadellia offered quietly from her place.
This time it was Raw who answered. “Very kind, Azkadellia,” he said earnestly. Then he smiled at her knowingly, making her blush. He could tell she was keeping a small secret from them but he wouldn’t pry further. It was hers to share when she chose.
~*~
Forty Weeks and The Waiting Game
With Raw on one side and Emma on the other, Jeb made his way slowly around the ground floor hallways of the Palace, the mid-morning sun streaming through the high glass windows on one side of the hall. He had tied his robe the best he could over his huge belly, his sweatpants and oversized t-shirt stretched to their limits. The slippers he wore made a soft shuffling sound as he paced.
The contractions had started in the middle of another sleepless night, his water breaking just before dawn. Now the waiting had started and Jeb was restless. Both his doctor and Emma had told him it was natural to want to walk around, that it helped ease the labor process.
But Jeb just wanted to get it over with. He was tired and sore despite Raw’s constant attention, and he wanted this child out of him already. Around lunchtime his keepers managed to get him to nibble down some strawberries and crackers but he was too anxious to manage anything else.
When Jeb began stopping and breathing through his contractions more often, it was time to head for the infirmary building.
Wyatt and Glitch were already camped out in the waiting room, surrounded by books, decks of cards and other odds and ends to keep them busy and distracted. There was no place they’d rather be than with Jeb, but they also knew that Jeb wanted as few people as possible witnessing the actual birth. He had told them there was only so much of his body he’d like his parents to see and this definitely involved too much.
But as Raw and Emma brought Jeb past the waiting area, Wyatt stood to meet them. He hesitated worriedly, but was rewarded with an awkward one-armed hug from Jeb, trying to accommodate his current girth. “Love you, son.”
“You too, dad,” Jeb murmured, holding on for another moment before drawing back. With that, he let Raw and Emma lead him back to the birthing ward next to the private suite they had set up for him earlier that week.
~*~
By sundown Wyatt was on his last nerve, jumping up and pacing at every shout of pain that could be heard through two sets of doors. DG, having joined them soon after her family’s usual dinner in the main building, watched him from her chair, head lolling back and forth as Wyatt circled. Glitch would follow him at a slower pace, touching his arm and reminding him softly that Raw was with Jeb and would make sure nothing went wrong. Wyatt would just nod and chew on his thumbnail, weaving around DG’s outstretched legs as needed.
When it had been very quiet for a long while, Wyatt finally sat down and rested his head in his hands, an unusually subdued and anxious Glitch at his side. The two of them looked up together when the door swung open to reveal a breathless, grinning Emma. “Girl! It’s a girl!”
Glitch bounced to his feet first, laughing excitedly. “I was right! You owe me twenty platinums,” he declared, grabbing hold of Wyatt as soon as he stood up, looking dazed. DG had stood nearly as fast as Glitch and stood there expectantly, her hands clasped in front of her mouth.
“A girl,” Wyatt repeated, grinning hugely. “And Jeb?”
“He’s just fine,” Emma assured him quickly. “He did great. Raw took care of him and he’s resting comfortably in his room. The doctor’s just finishing up a few checks on the baby before we take her in to be with Jeb and Raw. I’ll come get you as soon as they’re ready.”
“Thank – thank you, so much,” Wyatt stumbled over his words. He swayed and slid one arm around Glitch’s waist, letting Glitch hold him up. “We’re grandparents.”
“So we are,” Glitch agreed smugly.
DG laughed and gave them both a hug at the same time. “Oh! I’ve got to go tell everyone! Mom’s going to be thrilled to hear it’s a girl!” She bounded away with her usual awkward exuberance, heading for the door. “Come let us know when we can see Jeb and the baby!”
“We will!” Glitch shouted after her retreating form. “This is so exciting!”
Wyatt could only nod, grinning like an idiot.
~*~
As promised, Emma came and got Wyatt and Glitch a while later. She pressed her finger to her lips. “Jeb’s sleeping and Raw’s not doing much better staying awake, but you can go see them now. The baby is in the bassinette next to Jeb’s bed.”
Emma led the way, pushing open the already cracked door to the dimly lit room. Wyatt was the first to enter, his first instinct had him veering directly toward Jeb. Jeb was lying on his side, one hand tucked under his head and his hair was a mess. Unable to resist, Wyatt reached up and brushed back the sweat-damp hair.
“Did very well,” Raw’s soft voice broke the spell.
“Knew he would,” Wyatt glanced at Raw proudly. “Thank you for taking care of him.”
Raw smiled tiredly and leaned forward in his seat, a soft armchair they had dragged in when setting up the room. “Only best for Jeb.”
“You’ve got that right,” Wyatt gave Raw’s shoulder a pat and finally looked up, noticing the bassinette for the first time. Glitch was already there, hovering over the tiny form tucked in the white blankets. “Oh,” Wyatt breathed, at a loss for words. He shot Raw a look of astonishment before turning his attention to the newborn.
She was looking up at Glitch with half-open eyes, her mouth open and one fist pushed up against it. Everything about her was tiny and red and wrinkled and Wyatt couldn’t imagine a more perfect child for his son.
Glitch reached up and barely grazed one finger over her cheek. “She’s got Jeb’s blue eyes,” he said reverently.
“And Raw’s nose and mouth,” Jeb’s sleepy voice cut in and everyone turned to look at him.
“Hey, kid,” Wyatt said quietly, smiling at his son. “Heard you had a busy day.”
Jeb yawned and smirked. “Nothing much. Went for a walk, had a kid, took a nap.”
Wyatt chuckled, resting his hip on the side of Jeb’s bed. “That’d make any man tired.”
“She’s perfect,” Jeb said, voice filled with quiet awe. “Even with hair like that.”
The hair in question was mostly centered down the middle of her slightly pointed head, sticking straight up and as blond as Wyatt’s. “I think it’s fantastic,” Glitch offered, fluffing the soft strands with his finger.
“So, what’s her name?” Wyatt finally asked, turning to look at Jeb.
Jeb looked at Raw, then back up to his father. “Madelyn Adora.”
Wyatt smiled, his eyes misting a bit. It was Glitch who replied. “That’s a beautiful name.”
~*~
They all agreed it was best to let the new parents and the baby sleep the rest of the night, so Wyatt and Glitch took their leave, however reluctantly. Raw took up residence on the second bed in the room, curling up and falling asleep, well aware that any sound from either Jeb or the baby would wake him instantly.
The next morning, Wyatt and Glitch arrived with breakfast for themselves, Jeb and Raw. The four of them sat around and ate, Jeb stealing a slice of dried meat from Raw’s plate. His appetite had apparently come back with a vengeance. When they were finished, Wyatt stood to collect their dishes and stack them on the tray they’d been brought in on.
“Where’s Maddy’s breakfast?” Glitch asked, glancing around the room as if to search himself.
“Emma’s getting a bottle ready,” Jeb nodded toward the door. “The kitchen stocked up on goat’s milk when word got out she was about to be born. Emma says Maddy’ll probably sleep most of the time for the first few days, then after that she’ll be more active.”
There was a quiet knock on the door and Glitch, the closest, stood and answered it. The two Princesses stood there, shifting from foot to foot nervously. “DG! Azkadee! You’re right on time.”
“We’re not too early, are we?” DG asked, even as Glitch opened the door wider to invite them in.
“Not at all,” Jeb answered from his bed, propped up as he was on his mountain of pillows. “I’m surprised you waited as long as you did.”
DG waved an impatient hand at him, brushing off his teasing. “Where – oh!” She spotted the bassinette next to Jeb’s bed and made a beeline toward it, already making cooing sounds. “Oh, Jeb! Raw! She’s adorable!”
Raw stood and fussed with Madelyn’s blankets, tucking them around her as she started to wake up and fuss. “Jeb’s eyes.”
“And your nose,” DG grinned, bumping Raw’s shoulder with her own.
Emma arrived with a small half-sized bottle in her hands just then. “I see we’ve got plenty of company for breakfast,” she said playfully. When she reached the baby’s crib, she handed the bottle to Jeb. “Here, hold this,” she instructed. Leaving Jeb a tad flustered at the abrupt order, she scooped Madelyn up and handed her to Jeb, carefully making sure Jeb had a good hold of her, head cradled in the crook of Jeb’s elbow. “All right, ‘dad,’” she stood back, crossing her arms. “Go for it. Make sure to always support her head.”
Jeb blinked at her, looked down at the child in his arms, then the bottle in his hand. He opened his mouth but closed it quickly, shifting his elbow up to better support Madelyn’s head. Placing the bottle at her mouth, he watched as she tried to figure out what to do with this new thing bugging her.
Jeb frowned and looked at Emma for help.
“Touch her cheek with it – she’ll know what to do,” Emma instructed. It only took a few hesitant taps by Jeb for Maddy to turn into it, realize it was food and finally settled in to drink. “See, it’s not so hard,” Emma grinned and walked back out without another word.
“Az, you want to – “ DG started, poking her sister’s arm.
“Oh! Yes,” Azkadellia jumped, holding up something she’d had tucked in her hand, hidden at her side. She stepped forward hesitantly, offering it to Raw, since Jeb had his hands full. “I...made this. For the baby.”
Raw accepted the gift, unfolding it. His eyes went wide, his fingers stroking the small, light brown knitted cap in wonder. “Yarn...from home. Raw’s home.” He suspected that this was the secret project on Azkadellia’s mind and he was grateful at her thoughtfulness in keeping it to herself. It demonstrated the respect she had for Jeb’s desire to keep to tradition of not providing gifts to the new parents until after the birth of their child.
Azkadellia smiled shyly, nodding. “I sent for it when I first heard. There are some other things – socks and a blanket. I’ll bring them up by later, if you’d like.”
“We’d like that very much. Thank you, Princess,” Jeb replied sincerely. “Raw?”
Raw heard Jeb’s unspoken question. While Madelyn slowly fell asleep with the bottle in her mouth, Raw placed the hat lovingly on his daughter's head. It fit perfectly.
~*~
End.
Characters/Pairings: Raw/Jeb, Cain/Glitch, DG, Azkadellia, Ahamo, a few minor OCs.
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe - nothing explicit)
Words: ~ 8,350
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I do make good use of them.
Summary: Jeb and Raw decide it’s time to start a family.
Warning and notes: MPREG (non-graphic). This story could be considered a possible AU in the “Perceptible” ‘verse, or simply a separate story in the general Raw/Jeb 'verse. Jeb and Raw have been married for two annuals. This story also works with the idea that male pregnancy is not unusual in the O.Z. The explanation for this idea is found within the story.
Special thanks to
amedia for her fantastic, quick and thorough beta work!!!! Any remaining weirdness is mine and mine alone. ~*~
Jeb took the mug of hot herbal tea from Raw with trembling hands, eyeing the dark, thick liquid dubiously. “You’re sure this is the right mixture? It smells terrible.”
With an affectionate grin, Raw nodded. Then he grew somber, placing his hand on Jeb's knee. “Positive?”
Without hesitation, Jeb answered. “Yes.” Then he looked up, meeting Raw’s eyes. “Are you?”
“Yes,” Raw replied, squeezing gently.
Raising the cup to his lips, Jeb paused only to shrug and smirk. “Well, at least if this doesn’t work, we’ll have fun trying.” With that, he took a quick breath and drank the contents of the cup.
~*~
“Hey, Dad?” Jeb poked his head around the corner of Cain’s office in the Palace. “Do you have a minute?”
Cain looked up and set his pen down. “Sure, kid,” he said, leaning back in his chair and putting his feet up on the corner of his desk. “Have a seat.” One hand waved vaguely to indicate the opposite chair.
Closing the door behind him, Jeb came in and sat down, his hands fidgeting nervously. “Listen, Raw and I have been talking a lot about...stuff, recently.”
When Cain realized that was all Jeb could come up with, he blinked in confusion. “Okay...what kind of ‘stuff’?”
Jeb cleared his throat, unable to meet his father’s eyes. “We – uh, we’ve been married for a couple of annuals now and we both...we want kids.” At that, he looked up to gauge Cain’s reaction.
Feet dropping to the floor, Cain fumbled to catch himself against the desk. “You – kids? As in – “
Taking a deep breath, Jeb plunged right in. “Raw got together everything to make the fertility tea. I drank it last night.”
“Holy – Jeb, have you thought this through? Seriously considered what it will mean if it works?” Cain stood and walked around the side of his desk, sitting on the edge in front of Jeb. “This is not something to be taken lightly.”
Jeb sat up straight, rubbing his damp palms against his thighs. “Yes, I have,” he answered calmly. “I’ve been a detective for over an annual now. If I do get pregnant and it looks like it’s going to take, I’m planning to apply for transfer to the Royal Guard so I can be close to home. Raw and I have considered every possible conflict and outcome. He already spends all day at home here, between working with the royal family and helping in the infirmary building. We don’t see any reason to keep waiting.”
Cain rolled his neck and released a long sigh. “And you’re sure you can stand working for me with the Guard?”
Grinning in relief, Jeb sat back in his chair, the old wood creaking quietly under his slight weight. “So long as you don’t make me patrol the northeast wing every day. That place gives me the creeps.”
After a moment, Cain’s smile faded and his tone turned serious. “I’m glad you told me, kiddo. Before you went and got yourself knocked up. I’m assuming this stays between us for now?”
“Yeah, I’d rather not broadcast it around that we’re trying to have kids,” Jeb blushed and scratched the back of his neck. “The effects of the herbal treatment last for around three months and if it doesn’t work we’ll have to wait another annual before trying again. But I thought you should know, just in case it works.”
Cain stood and put a hand on Jeb’s shoulder, squeezing tightly. “I appreciate that, son.”
Jeb stood and stuck his hands in his pockets. “Thanks for...you know, listening and not losing it on me.”
“Oh, I’m saving that up for after you leave,” Cain rubbed his hand over his face wearily.
~*~
Two Months, Two Weeks and One Care Package
The first inkling that Raw had that Jeb had arrived home before dinner was the fabric-covered package that came hurtling through the air. Raw’s quick reflexes were all that saved him from being nailed in the head. “Picked up the mail,” Jeb announced unnecessarily. Flinging himself onto the bed and sprawling out on his back, he tucked his arms under his head. “Looks like it’s from your mom.”
“Yes,” Raw smiled warmly and worked on loosening the knotted cords that bound the thick bundle as he walked over to their shared dresser. Since being placed in a prestigious position within the government, Raw’s mother had shown her pride in her son by sending him finely tailored clothes from home, in the colors of his clan.
Holding up a pair of long trousers made from short, smooth fur, fastened at the hip with a series of small, concealed hooks, Raw hummed in approval. Folding them carefully, he pulled open the second drawer and placed the pants right on top. Focused on inspecting and putting away the latest additions to his wardrobe, he only noticed Jeb sneaking up behind him when it was too late and he was enveloped in long, skinny arms.
Raw gave a contented moan and leaned back into Jeb’s body, covering Jeb’s hands with his own. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, giving easy access to the wandering mouth trailing across his neck. “In a mood.”
“Mmhmm,” Jeb agreed without bothering to remove his lips from Raw’s throat.
Somehow, they shuffled and maneuvered their way back toward the bed, Raw tumbling back when his knees hit the edge. He chuckled and wriggled his way backwards, Jeb following on his hands and knees.
There were a lot of things that surprised Raw about Jeb when they had first become intimate, but one thing in particular was not all that unexpected. Jeb was a soft-spoken man, his words were always chosen carefully and he barely made a sound as he moved through life; a necessity for someone with his background. So it hardly came as a shock that Jeb was a silent lover as well.
They moved together seamlessly; their joining was a ritual and at the same time always something new and fascinating. Raw was pinned beneath Jeb’s straddled form, watching, completely captivated, as Jeb moved and sighed. Each tiny gasp that escaped pushed Raw closer to completion until he gave in to instinct, holding Jeb’s hips tight and driving up into him. Jeb fell forward and gave a long, shuddering sigh as he came, a gust of hot breath against damp skin that sent Raw over as well.
After, Jeb slid, boneless, to the side and onto his back with a soft groan. Raw turned on his side and draped an arm over Jeb’s middle, possessive and loving. He stroked up and down Jeb’s ribcage, feeling the sharp, fast breaths slow gradually. After a while he raised his head and propped it up on one fist. “Time for shower before dinner.”
“Is there? Good,” Jeb murmured lazily. “How come you didn’t warn me that those herbs would make me so...amorous?” he asked, blushing as he said it.
Raw snickered and sat up, dragging Jeb into sitting position with him. “Didn’t know.”
“Yeah, right,” Jeb grinned and leaned heavily against Raw’s shoulder. “Come on, then. Shower. I’m hungry.”
When they finally made their way down to the dining hall, they held hands the entire way – ignoring the smothered grins of their friends and family.
~*~
Seven Weeks and A Definite Maybe
The swirling black and red of the marble walls swam in front of Jeb’s eyes, the ebb and flow unnatural and dizzying. Stairs stretched up for miles and he closed his eyes, blinding groping for the smooth, cold surface of the nearest wall. He stumbled before finding purchase against a welcome, solid surface and leaned against it, sliding down until his backside was on the floor.
Knees drawn up and forehead resting on the cool marble, Jeb swallowed bile and took long, slow breaths. He focused on the darkness, letting the vertigo drift over his mind. There was no way to tell how long he sat there, but soon enough he heard echoing steps and the soft rustle of fabric as someone approached.
“Hey, are you all right?” It was DG’s voice that came from somewhere above and behind. “Jeb?” He felt a soft breeze as she knelt next to him and a small, cool hand on his back.
“M’fine,” he murmured, forcing a tight smile. “Gimme a minute.”
DG shifted next to him and Jeb figured she was sitting down. “Are you sick?”
“Maybe,” Jeb shrugged one shoulder. He cleared his throat, licked his lips. “It started a couple of days ago, I thought maybe I ate something that didn’t agree with me. Felt fine this morning, but started...uh, well, you know. Before lunchtime. Can’t keep anything down.”
“Oh, Jeb,” she said softly, sympathetic. “Let me see your hand.” When he offered her one, she winced at how badly it shook. “You need something to keep you from passing out. Hang on – I’m going to get you some apple juice.”
Before Jeb could tell her she didn’t have to do that, she was already halfway down the hallway in a brisk jog.
Sighing, he rested until he heard DG returning. Raising his head slightly, he smiled when she grabbed his hand and pressed a small glass of amber colored juice into it. “The sugar will make you feel better. Trust me.”
Jeb took a few small sips, letting the cool liquid roll down his abused throat. He waited apprehensively to see if it would stay and was pleased that it did. “Thanks, DG.”
“No problem,” she grinned and patted his shoulder. “Someone’s got to take care of you while your husband is away. They’re supposed to be back this afternoon now that the guilds have settled down again – maybe Raw can take care of your stomach problem.”
Jeb chuckled, blushing brightly. “Oh, I’m not so sure this is something Raw can fix. It may very well be his fault.”
“What do you mean?” DG settled down in front of him, her arms wrapped around her knees.
With a sigh, Jeb turned slowly so his back was to the wall. Rolling the glass in his hands, he stared at the swirling juice. “I’m not sure yet. But – look, the only person who I’ve told is my dad, who I’m assuming also told Glitch. So can you keep this to yourself for now?”
“Of course,” DG frowned, letting her legs drop to the sides so she could lean forward. “What’s up?”
“Me and Raw – we decided to try for kids,” Jeb blurted out, relieved to have someone to talk to. “And now I think I might be pregnant.”
DG gave a nervous laugh. “Jeb...what? You can’t be – I don’t understand. Guys can’t have kids together!”
It was Jeb’s turn to frown. “Why not?”
“Well – it’s just...not – Jeb, is this another one of those Outer Zone things that no one’s bothered to tell me about?” DG pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes.
Jeb blinked and laughed softly. “It might be. I’m not great with history but I’ll do my best. See, a few hundred annuals ago Raw’s people figured out a combination of natural herbs that – well, I guess you’d say ‘wake up’ the dormant half of the reproductive system in men, the part that is capable of carrying a child. So, you know, couples like us can start a family.”
“Huh,” DG stared at him, wide-eyed and calculating. “That – we definitely don’t have that where I grew up.”
“Then how do they have children?”
“They don’t,” DG answered but then thought for a moment, biting on one fingernail. “Well, there’s adoption and surrogate mothers where they can get help from others. But men over there can’t have kids on their own.”
Jeb frowned before taking a sip of apple juice. “That’s sad.”
“Now that you mention it, it really is,” DG grimaced. “So you really think you might be pregnant? Really?”
“It’s possible, what with the ill feeling coming and going,” Jeb waved a hand tiredly.
“But wouldn’t Raw be able to tell?”
“His abilities are frequently exaggerated,” Jeb rolled his eyes. “He can’t see the future, only the past and present. And most of the time only when he touches a person or something closely connected to that person. The thing is – he respects people’s privacy, including my own. He won’t just look without asking or being invited.”
DG nodded slowly. “You’ll let me know as soon as you find out for sure, right?”
“Yeah,” Jeb smiled. “But I don’t want it to become public knowledge for a while if I’m right. You know how it is – you’ve got to be sure sure before you tell people.”
Leaning closer, DG gave Jeb’s shoulder a light squeeze. “I hope you are right.”
~*~
Raw found Jeb in their suite that afternoon after he arrived safely home. He closed the door behind him and smiled at Jeb, but his expression quickly turned to concern when Jeb didn’t stand up to greet him. “Wrong?”
“Come here,” Jeb requested quietly. He turned sideways, pulling one knee up onto the bed so he could face Raw, who had quickly come over to sit down. Jeb reached over and took one of Raw’s hands, then pressed it to his own abdomen. “Look.”
With that compelling invitation, Raw did as he was told. He closed his eyes and felt, sensing all the familiarity of Jeb and something else, something new and strikingly recognizable: a part of himself.
Eyes flying open, wide and awestruck, Raw could only stare in amazement.
Jeb smiled hesitantly. “Is it – is there – “
“Yes,” Raw rasped, his hand still connecting them intimately. “Early days, hard to see, feel.”
“How long, can you tell?”
Raw concentrated for a moment. “Two months so far, little less.”
Jeb laughed breathlessly, covering Raw’s hand with his own. “So it’s really there. We’re really going to be...”
“Parents.” Raw told him confidently. He grinned and lunged forward, tackling Jeb very gently to the bed. With a tender smile, he kissed Jeb slowly, with great care. “Love you.”
“Love you,” Jeb echoed freely, grinning unreservedly. Then his eyes grew impossibly wide. “I have to tell my father!”
~*~
“But – I’m only 45!”
Wyatt Cain’s reaction wasn’t exactly what Jeb expected, but it did have him snickering, on the edge of hysteria. Jeb cleared his throat, putting on a serious face. “And how old were you when I was born?”
“That’s – beside the point,” Wyatt looked at the floor and crossed his arms. Then he blinked rapidly, looking up at his son. “It really worked? You’re – “
“Yeah,” Jeb grinned proudly. “It’s still early, but with Raw keeping a close eye on me everything should be fine. I’m putting in the paperwork for that transfer, but with the way the system’s going these days it will probably take about a month for it to get through.”
Wyatt frowned. “You’re sure that’s a good idea? You’ll be careful at the station?”
“I haven’t been on the streets for six months – detective work keeps me at my desk most of the time,” Jeb shrugged. “I’ll stay safe.”
“You’d better,” Wyatt told him roughly before reaching out and pulling Jeb to him, holding him tight. “I’m happy for you, son.” He sniffed softly, drawing back but leaving his hand cupped around the back of Jeb’s neck. “Now, you want to go give Glitch the good news?”
Jeb nodded and they headed down the hall toward Glitch’s lab. Jeb was surprised to realize, given all the people who now knew, that telling Glitch made it seem all the more real.
Because now his whole family knew and he suddenly realized how much he was going to be relying on them from now on. He and Raw were going to be parents; Glitch and Wyatt were going to be grandparents. Jeb’s whole life before the end of the Witch’s reign had been so focused on simply keeping himself alive; he had so much more now than he ever expected and he wondered when he would get used to it all. If he ever did.
~*~
Eleven Weeks and a Change In The Schedule
Jeb glanced up from his desk as a pair of Tin Men walked past his office with a prisoner in custody. It was something he saw several times every day in this station so he gave it no further notice.
Until the shouting started and Jeb instinctually leapt up, taking in the scene. The criminal, clearly high on something, had somehow fallen back and taken down one of the officers, the other struggling to contain the prisoner. There was no one else close enough to help but the last thing Jeb needed a week before his transfer was to risk getting in a fight with someone bigger than him.
There was barely enough time for him to reach for his holstered weapon before his presence was noticed. Officer Hodgekins was knocked to the floor and Jeb all of a sudden found himself engaging the cuffed prisoner. His gun was kicked from his hand and abruptly Jeb was at a serious disadvantage.
Jeb defended himself the best he could, keeping the other man distracted and occupied long enough for backup to arrive. But he mistook one move, exposing his middle for a fraction of a second and that was all the time it took for the prisoner to land a solid kick to Jeb’s stomach.
His hands and knees hit the floor and he fought for breath, distant shouts coming from down the hall. In the background, over the rushing of blood in his ears, he heard his fellow officers regaining control of the situation.
There was a small, warm hand on his back, a gentle voice in his ear. His captain, Gabrielle Hunter, spoke to him softly. “Just take it easy, kid,” she told him. They’d known each other for nearly ten annuals, having fought together in the Resistance; she had been a friend of his mother’s. At this moment, he couldn’t have been more grateful for her calming presence. “Slow, deep breaths. You’ll be fine.”
Jeb gave a single nod, working to calm his breathing. When he no longer felt like he was going to throw up or pass out, he raised his head. He swallowed hard. “I need to go. Home. Now.”
Captain Hunter studied him closely. “I’ve seen you take a lot harder beatings than that without batting an eye. What’s wrong?”
Glancing around to see if they were mostly alone, Jeb met her concerned gaze. “You know how I’m transferring soon?”
She nodded.
He lowered his voice, speaking rapidly. “It’s because I’m pregnant.”
Hunter gaped at him. “Holy shit. How far along?”
“Almost three months. And your guest managed to land a kick,” Jeb grimaced, one hand moving up to wrap around his belly. “I need Raw to take a look and make sure everything’s okay.”
“Come on,” Hunter stood quickly, helping Jeb to his feet. She kept an arm around him, yelling at another cop. “Get me a car, front entrance. Now.”
She never had to ask twice; her officers respected her too much. No one asked questions as she and Jeb made their way through the station and out the door to the street, just as a patrol car pulled up. They both climbed into the back and Hunter told the man behind the wheel to take them straight to the Palace and around the back entrance, closest to the hospital building.
As soon as the car came to a stop, the Captain had Jeb on his feet and up the short walkway before Jeb could assure her he could make it on his own.
Jeb let himself be led, hand pressed to his belly as if to soothe the tiny hint of life he carried. He looked up when Hunter pushed open a swinging door, finding the resident doctor, Dr. Cullen, and Raw. As soon as Jeb saw Raw turn, giving him that curious, worried look, all the words got stuck in Jeb’s throat.
“He got kicked in the stomach,” Captain Hunter announced briskly, propelling Jeb forward toward an exam bed.
Raw gave a low growl and hurried forward, taking Jeb himself and sitting him down on the narrow cot. “Lie down,” he directed, keeping one hand on Jeb’s back to slowly help him down. Once Jeb was flat on his back, Raw tugged the bottom of Jeb’s t-shirt out of his pants and tucked his hand up under the soft fabric, his palm against smooth skin. It wasn’t necessary but he knew Jeb; knew the touch of bare skin would calm him.
It only took a few moments of silent assessment before Raw smiled and opened his eyes. “Both fine,” he pronounced.
Jeb released a long, shaky sigh and covered his face with both hands. “Okay,” he said, muffled. “Okay.”
“Come here,” Raw urged softly. He pulled Jeb into a sitting position and enfolded him in a tender embrace. Jeb wrapped an arm around Raw’s waist and leaned into him. Planting a kiss on top of Jeb’s head, Raw comforted him with all he had. “Everything fine,” he whispered, stroking Jeb’s arm with one hand.
“Yeah,” Jeb nodded and raised his head, pulling his tattered nerves together. “I just – “
“Raw know,” came the gentle reply. Raw turned slightly, looking at Captain Hunter, who had hung back against the wall to give them some privacy. At Raw’s look, she stepped forward until she stood at Jeb’s other side, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“I wish you’d told me before we let something like this happen but I’m just glad you’re all right,” Gabrielle told him. “Listen – I’d feel a lot better if you’d use up some of the vacation time you’ve built up the last couple annuals and take the next week before your transfer goes through to get yourself organized. Take a few days to get your office cleared up and moved over here.”
Jeb grimaced. “I wanted to work all the way through the first trimester, before my body rebels against me.”
“I know you, kid,” Gabrielle smirked kindly. “You’d work until that baby tells you to stop. But you’re smarter than that. You know it doesn’t work that way. Priorities change. That child comes first from now on, right?”
“Right,” Jeb nodded, touching his unchanged belly self-consciously. He sighed. “I suppose my vacation is effective immediately?”
The Captain raised an eyebrow at him.
Jeb snorted. “I’ll come by tomorrow for my things.” He leaned back on both hands. “And no, not alone. I’ll see if my dad wants to come – you know how he likes to visit the old station.”
“Your father,” Gabrielle grinned and shook her head. “Can’t keep a Cain man away from the job. There’s another thing, though,” she went on, becoming more serious. “The other officers will want to know you’re okay after what happened today. Are you up to answering their questions? Do you plan to tell them about the baby?”
Taking a long moment to consider her questions, Jeb finally licked his lips and replied. “I’ll tell them I’m fine, but I’m not so sure about telling them yet. I haven’t even told the royal family, ‘cept for DG and she’s given her word not to tell anyone.”
“All right, then,” Gabrielle granted. “You’ll come by tomorrow, then?”
“Yeah.”
“That’ll do,” she patted his shoulder. “You take it easy, kid. And keep me in the loop, will you? You’re the first of the kids from the old group to get himself knocked up.” Her grin was playful and she gave Raw a wink, making him blush.
“All right, enough of that,” Jeb pushed her shoulder lightly. “Get back to work already.”
“Watch it, young man,” Gabrielle pointed a stern finger at him. “One word to your father and I’ll make sure you’re doing nothing but his paperwork for the next twenty annuals.”
Jeb shuddered. “You’re an evil woman, Gabby.”
~*~
There were mixed feelings going through Jeb’s mind after he and Wyatt finished moving his personal items from the Tin Man station downtown to Jeb’s new corner in the office of the Royal Guard. He knew he would enjoy getting to work alongside his father, but he would miss the satisfaction of driving a criminal to confession. It was how he’d been given the detective job in the first place; his interrogation skills were renowned.
The warmth coming from the fireplace made him drowsy and lethargic as he lay stretched out on a plush sofa, socked feet crossed at the ankle, letting his mind drift. The cat that had taken up residence on his stomach helped to add to the lazy feeling and Jeb mindlessly petted its head, ignoring the tiny pinpricks of claws that occasionally made it through his sweater.
“Your little friend certainly seems to enjoy your company,” a voice from behind made Jeb startle a bit, but the cat just hung on tighter at the disruption.
Jeb tilted his head back in time to see Ahamo taking a nearby chair. “Good evening, sir.”
“Evening, Jeb,” Ahamo replied with a smile. “Hear you’re officially part of the Guard staff now.”
“Yeah, my dad finally got me where he wants me,” Jeb joked lightly, looking down at the creature who insisted that Jeb wasn’t giving it enough attention. He scratched behind the pointed ears.
“You know we’re keen on having you around,” Ahamo said slowly, as if choosing his words carefully. “But you’d always said you wanted to spent at least five annuals on the force before making the transfer.”
Jeb shrugged against the cushions. “Plans change.”
“Something tells me there’s more to your decision than simply changing your plans.”
“Has DG been talking to you?” Jeb looked over again, squinting.
Ahamo frowned. “Not about you, but anyone can see the way Raw’s been acting lately, how Glitch and Wyatt have been treating you like you’re made of glass. If it’s none of my business, just tell me so. But you’ve got my wife and me worried for you.”
Jeb closed his eyes and sighed. “It’s not – there’s nothing wrong, I can assure you. But the way things are going this week I realize I’m going to have to start telling people.” Picking up the cat and setting it aside on the sofa, Jeb swung his legs down and sat up so he could face Ahamo. “I’m pregnant. Just short of three months.”
Sitting back in his chair, Ahamo studied Jeb with wide, astonished eyes. “Well, now. That’s certainly one of the last things I was expecting to hear. Congratulations are in order, then, son!”
Grinning shyly, Jeb ducked his head. “To be honest, I’d expected DG to tell the family by now so I wouldn’t have to. Guess she kept her word.”
“Please tell me DG’s not responsible for your condition.”
Jeb laughed sharply, leaning back as the tension left his body. “Oh, no. This wasn’t one of her magic accidents. Raw and I have been talking about starting a family for a while now and decided it was time to start trying.”
“Ah – the Viewers’ herbal trick, then,” Ahamo guessed, smiling at Jeb’s confirming nod. “Well! I’m glad you told me, Jeb. It’ll be wonderful to have a baby around the house again, that’s for sure. Can I assume that everything is going well so far?”
“Yes,” Jeb nodded proudly, rubbing his belly. “Raw’s making sure of that.”
“Well, I have to say I admire your courage,” Ahamo leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “Where I’m from men aren’t able to carry children but even if we could, I’m not sure I’d be brave enough to make that decision. You’re a stronger man than me.”
Jeb flushed at the compliment. “Just wait until I’m eight months along and whining about every little thing.”
“That’s your prerogative as the one carrying a child,” Ahamo reminded him. “You just make sure to let us know if you need anything, understood?”
“I appreciate that, sir,” Jeb said earnestly.
~*~
Sixteen Weeks and Frustration Sets In
Jeb flopped back on the bed, a growl escaping. “I hate this.”
“Knew it would happen,” Raw pointed out helpfully from where he sat next to Jeb, reaching over to rub Jeb’s slightly distended and exposed belly. “Starting to show, clothes need adjusting.”
“But I LIKE these pants!” Jeb wailed pathetically. “They’re loose and comfortable and broken in just right.”
Raw hummed sympathetically. “Will take to staff tailor. Add...something to front.”
“You mean elastic?”
“Yes!” Raw pointed excitedly. “Still wear pants but they grow with Jeb.”
Jeb covered his face. “I don’t want my pants to grow with me. I just want to hide in here for the next five months until the kid’s born. Can I?”
Raw chuckled at his husband’s dramatics. “No. Family still find you.”
~*~
Twenty-two Weeks and a Slow Day on the Job
Wyatt was out of his seat and across the office the instant he heard Jeb’s startled exclamation. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I thought I – Oh!” Jeb’s eyes went wide and he pressed one hand to his abdomen, curving to accommodate the roundness. “I felt something. Here.”
Kneeling down next to his son, Wyatt suppressed a knowing smile. “Mind if I...”
“Go ahead,” Jeb sat up straighter and moved his hand, granting Wyatt access to touch.
Wyatt put his hand where Jeb’s had been and waited. His patience was rewarded by a tiny flutter of movement. “It’s starting to kick.”
Jeb gave a breathy laugh, incredulous. “It’s big enough to do that?”
“Sure is,” Wyatt smiled up at Jeb. “You were kicking for a good four months before you were born. Figures any kid of yours would be just as feisty.”
“That’s so cool,” Jeb rested his hand on top of the roundest part of his belly. “Mind if I go tell Raw? He’ll love this!”
“Go on,” Wyatt chuckled, standing. “It’s about time for your walk, anyway. I’m surprised you’ve managed to stay at your desk for as long as you have today.”
Jeb rolled his eyes and stood. “I’m just restless.”
“Part of that’s you, part of that’s the pregnancy,” Wyatt told him, walking him to the door. “Your mother was the same, always wanting to walk around. Go slow, be safe.”
“I know,” Jeb smiled. “I’ll be back in a while.”
~*~
Thirty-five Weeks and the Home Stretch
Jeb sat on the infirmary bed patiently, letting his doctor and midwife poke and prod him as they had for the last six months since he had come to them to announce his pregnancy. Emma Harper was young but experienced as a midwife and Jeb trusted her completely. Dr. Cullen was around Ahamo’s age and full of good humor.
“All right, Jeb, we’re going to have you lie back,” Dr. Cullen said after Emma gave him a nod. “The bed’s tilted up at an angle so your back doesn’t complain too much.”
With their gentle guidance, Jeb shifted around until he could stretch out, unable to hold back a wince as his back protested anyway. “This is so annoying.” He let Emma fix the pillow that she’d tucked behind the small of his back.
“It’s something every expectant parent goes through,” Emma pointed out, but she gave his shoulder a sympathetic pat. “I just need to check the position of the baby, make sure the head has shifted down. Don’t forget to tell me if something hurts or if I’m using too much pressure, got that?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jeb gave her a sloppy salute and relaxed, closing his eyes. He took slow, deep breaths as warm hands examined his very pregnant abdomen.
After a long few minutes of silence, broken only by the sounds of Dr. Cullen fussing with the things he kept on his countertops, Emma spoke. “Everything feels like it’s in the right place,” she announced happily. “Looks like your body is doing everything it should, that’s a very good sign.”
Jeb sighed gladly. “So, there’s about five weeks left, right?”
“Assuming you deliver on schedule, yes.”
“Okay,” Jeb nodded slowly. “Now, I know a bit about birthing babies, since everyone around here seems to have a book for me to read or a story to share. But you know I’ve never done this before...”
Emma smiled at him kindly. “And you’re starting to get nervous because you don’t know what to expect when the time comes?”
“Well, yeah,” Jeb admitted. “I mean, I know the biological part. The contractions and how men deliver compared to how women do it. But what’s the plan for when it is time?”
“All right,” Emma started, pulling a stool over to sit. “You know that when labor starts, you’ll notice it because of the contractions – they’ll be mild at first, then start to get closer together and more intense. You’ve read all the books, so you know how the womb is connected and where everything is directed naturally. So after your water breaks and when the expanding is done, that’s when you want to make sure you’re already here and ready. It’s not going to happen quickly and there’s no need to panic. That’s one of the most common misconceptions about having a baby – that it’s an emergency and everything happens at once. It doesn’t. Raw and I will be with you the whole time, as soon as Baby Watch starts. That’s around the last week. You won’t have to worry about going through this alone.”
Jeb nodded, listening closely even as his mind tried to imagine all of this.
“When birth starts, we’ll give you pain medication but it will mostly be Raw who takes care of you. Dr. Cullen and I will be guiding you through the delivery itself, while Raw will make sure you are not in too much pain. Now remember, there will almost certainly be tearing and bleeding – this is true of both men and women – but Raw can’t heal any tears until after the baby is out. Otherwise there won’t be enough room for the baby to pass through.”
“Right,” Jeb said softly, swallowing hard. That was the part he was dreading the most.
Emma patted his hand and continued. “As soon as the baby and the afterbirth are out, Raw can heal any tearing that may have taken place. I’ll be taking care of getting the baby cleaned up and tying off the umbilical cord, Dr. Cullen and Raw will be taking care of you. Getting you cleaned up and settled.”
“It sounds so simple when you say it,” Jeb teased, but he knew Emma could easily see the tension in his body. “It’s going to be fine, isn’t it?”
“Jeb, honey,” Emma smiled at him calmly, reaching up to brush back his hair. “You’re going to be in good hands, you know that. Having a baby isn’t the easiest thing in the world but it’s not something to be afraid of either. You’ll be fine.”
“I know,” Jeb smiled in return and held up one hand. “Can I sit up now?”
“Sure,” Emma said, grasping his hand while waiting for Dr. Cullen to come over and take Jeb’s other hand. Together they helped Jeb up again. “Better?”
Jeb nodded, reaching around to rub his back. “I’ve been sleeping on my side for months now.”
“Well, another five weeks or so and you’ll be able to sleep anyway you want,” Emma reassured him. “And you still won’t let Raw tell you if it’s a boy or a girl?”
“Nope,” Jeb replied happily. “I know he knows already, but I want to be surprised. No one else gets the advantage of knowing ahead of time, so neither should I.”
“That sounds fair,” Emma told him. “Would you like me to walk you back to your room?”
“No, thank you. I’m pretty sure I spotted Raw hovering out in the hallway,” Jeb smirked and got to his feet. “Unless he’s needed here, I’ll just take him home with me.”
Emma smiled and escorted Jeb to the door. “You’re a lucky man to have a spouse as attentive as Raw is.” She pushed the swinging door open and just as Jeb had guessed, Raw was still lingering in the corridor, talking to one of the three staff nurses. The medical staff was small but necessary, with so many people living and working at the Palace.
Raw turned; spotting Jeb and Emma emerging, he gave a quick farewell to the nurse. “Good?”
“Yeah, everything’s good,” Jeb nodded, automatically hooking his arm through Raw’s elbow. He tilted his head up and accepted a soft kiss. “Walk me back?”
“Of course,” Raw smiled warmly and gave a nod of thanks to Emma, then proceeded to guide Jeb toward their suite.
Jeb stopped after only a few steps, an annoyed expression on his face. “Wait.”
“Bathroom?”
“Bathroom.”
~*~
“You’re sure you can’t eat a bit more? You’ve hardly touched your dinner,” Wyatt said softly, leaning in closer to his son.
Jeb sighed and stabbed at the small, round slices of potato on his plate. “There’s just nowhere to put it,” Jeb grumbled, stroking his belly with his free hand. “This kid’s taking up so much space my stomach is losing the battle for territory.”
Wyatt chuckled, exchanging an amused look with Glitch across the table. “How about a couple of apple slices? They’re good for you.”
"You try and feed me any more fruit and I swear by all that is holy that I will punch you in the throat."
“No fruit, then.” Wyatt wisely moved back into his own space and let Raw deal with Jeb.
DG spoke up from a couple of chairs down on Glitch’s side of the table. “So, Jeb...or, anyone, really,” she glanced at the other men at the table near Jeb. “When’s the baby shower?”
Jeb looked up at her curiously, his dinner momentarily forgotten. “Baby shower?”
“Yeah,” DG wiped her mouth with her napkin. “You know, where you have a party and everyone gives you gifts for the baby.”
“Oh,” Jeb blinked rapidly. “We don’t do that before the birth. Only after. It’s like how we don’t buy any baby clothes or anything until after the baby is born. It’s tradition.”
“But, what about being prepared? You’ve got to have things!”
“Deeg, it’s bad luck to tempt fate like that,” Glitch explained softly, his eyes drifting as he recalled the custom. “The folklore tells us that the gods can be offended if we assume the baby will be born healthy. Once a healthy child is born, then we can provide the necessary supplies. There’s always time, a few days of rest at least, before the parents take the baby home. That’s when the other family members start to gather anything the parents might need.”
DG nodded slowly. “That makes sense. I think some parts of the Other Side do it that way, too. So I’ve heard. Sorry, Jeb, I didn’t mean to offend.”
“No, you didn’t, Princess,” Jeb smiled easily. “I know there’s still a lot of things you’re catching up on over here. So, to answer your question: after the baby is born. In fact, would you like to plan the party?”
“Oh! Yes!” DG nearly bounced in her seat in her enthusiasm. “I’d love to!”
“I’ll help, Deeg,” Azkadellia offered quietly from her place.
This time it was Raw who answered. “Very kind, Azkadellia,” he said earnestly. Then he smiled at her knowingly, making her blush. He could tell she was keeping a small secret from them but he wouldn’t pry further. It was hers to share when she chose.
~*~
Forty Weeks and The Waiting Game
With Raw on one side and Emma on the other, Jeb made his way slowly around the ground floor hallways of the Palace, the mid-morning sun streaming through the high glass windows on one side of the hall. He had tied his robe the best he could over his huge belly, his sweatpants and oversized t-shirt stretched to their limits. The slippers he wore made a soft shuffling sound as he paced.
The contractions had started in the middle of another sleepless night, his water breaking just before dawn. Now the waiting had started and Jeb was restless. Both his doctor and Emma had told him it was natural to want to walk around, that it helped ease the labor process.
But Jeb just wanted to get it over with. He was tired and sore despite Raw’s constant attention, and he wanted this child out of him already. Around lunchtime his keepers managed to get him to nibble down some strawberries and crackers but he was too anxious to manage anything else.
When Jeb began stopping and breathing through his contractions more often, it was time to head for the infirmary building.
Wyatt and Glitch were already camped out in the waiting room, surrounded by books, decks of cards and other odds and ends to keep them busy and distracted. There was no place they’d rather be than with Jeb, but they also knew that Jeb wanted as few people as possible witnessing the actual birth. He had told them there was only so much of his body he’d like his parents to see and this definitely involved too much.
But as Raw and Emma brought Jeb past the waiting area, Wyatt stood to meet them. He hesitated worriedly, but was rewarded with an awkward one-armed hug from Jeb, trying to accommodate his current girth. “Love you, son.”
“You too, dad,” Jeb murmured, holding on for another moment before drawing back. With that, he let Raw and Emma lead him back to the birthing ward next to the private suite they had set up for him earlier that week.
~*~
By sundown Wyatt was on his last nerve, jumping up and pacing at every shout of pain that could be heard through two sets of doors. DG, having joined them soon after her family’s usual dinner in the main building, watched him from her chair, head lolling back and forth as Wyatt circled. Glitch would follow him at a slower pace, touching his arm and reminding him softly that Raw was with Jeb and would make sure nothing went wrong. Wyatt would just nod and chew on his thumbnail, weaving around DG’s outstretched legs as needed.
When it had been very quiet for a long while, Wyatt finally sat down and rested his head in his hands, an unusually subdued and anxious Glitch at his side. The two of them looked up together when the door swung open to reveal a breathless, grinning Emma. “Girl! It’s a girl!”
Glitch bounced to his feet first, laughing excitedly. “I was right! You owe me twenty platinums,” he declared, grabbing hold of Wyatt as soon as he stood up, looking dazed. DG had stood nearly as fast as Glitch and stood there expectantly, her hands clasped in front of her mouth.
“A girl,” Wyatt repeated, grinning hugely. “And Jeb?”
“He’s just fine,” Emma assured him quickly. “He did great. Raw took care of him and he’s resting comfortably in his room. The doctor’s just finishing up a few checks on the baby before we take her in to be with Jeb and Raw. I’ll come get you as soon as they’re ready.”
“Thank – thank you, so much,” Wyatt stumbled over his words. He swayed and slid one arm around Glitch’s waist, letting Glitch hold him up. “We’re grandparents.”
“So we are,” Glitch agreed smugly.
DG laughed and gave them both a hug at the same time. “Oh! I’ve got to go tell everyone! Mom’s going to be thrilled to hear it’s a girl!” She bounded away with her usual awkward exuberance, heading for the door. “Come let us know when we can see Jeb and the baby!”
“We will!” Glitch shouted after her retreating form. “This is so exciting!”
Wyatt could only nod, grinning like an idiot.
~*~
As promised, Emma came and got Wyatt and Glitch a while later. She pressed her finger to her lips. “Jeb’s sleeping and Raw’s not doing much better staying awake, but you can go see them now. The baby is in the bassinette next to Jeb’s bed.”
Emma led the way, pushing open the already cracked door to the dimly lit room. Wyatt was the first to enter, his first instinct had him veering directly toward Jeb. Jeb was lying on his side, one hand tucked under his head and his hair was a mess. Unable to resist, Wyatt reached up and brushed back the sweat-damp hair.
“Did very well,” Raw’s soft voice broke the spell.
“Knew he would,” Wyatt glanced at Raw proudly. “Thank you for taking care of him.”
Raw smiled tiredly and leaned forward in his seat, a soft armchair they had dragged in when setting up the room. “Only best for Jeb.”
“You’ve got that right,” Wyatt gave Raw’s shoulder a pat and finally looked up, noticing the bassinette for the first time. Glitch was already there, hovering over the tiny form tucked in the white blankets. “Oh,” Wyatt breathed, at a loss for words. He shot Raw a look of astonishment before turning his attention to the newborn.
She was looking up at Glitch with half-open eyes, her mouth open and one fist pushed up against it. Everything about her was tiny and red and wrinkled and Wyatt couldn’t imagine a more perfect child for his son.
Glitch reached up and barely grazed one finger over her cheek. “She’s got Jeb’s blue eyes,” he said reverently.
“And Raw’s nose and mouth,” Jeb’s sleepy voice cut in and everyone turned to look at him.
“Hey, kid,” Wyatt said quietly, smiling at his son. “Heard you had a busy day.”
Jeb yawned and smirked. “Nothing much. Went for a walk, had a kid, took a nap.”
Wyatt chuckled, resting his hip on the side of Jeb’s bed. “That’d make any man tired.”
“She’s perfect,” Jeb said, voice filled with quiet awe. “Even with hair like that.”
The hair in question was mostly centered down the middle of her slightly pointed head, sticking straight up and as blond as Wyatt’s. “I think it’s fantastic,” Glitch offered, fluffing the soft strands with his finger.
“So, what’s her name?” Wyatt finally asked, turning to look at Jeb.
Jeb looked at Raw, then back up to his father. “Madelyn Adora.”
Wyatt smiled, his eyes misting a bit. It was Glitch who replied. “That’s a beautiful name.”
~*~
They all agreed it was best to let the new parents and the baby sleep the rest of the night, so Wyatt and Glitch took their leave, however reluctantly. Raw took up residence on the second bed in the room, curling up and falling asleep, well aware that any sound from either Jeb or the baby would wake him instantly.
The next morning, Wyatt and Glitch arrived with breakfast for themselves, Jeb and Raw. The four of them sat around and ate, Jeb stealing a slice of dried meat from Raw’s plate. His appetite had apparently come back with a vengeance. When they were finished, Wyatt stood to collect their dishes and stack them on the tray they’d been brought in on.
“Where’s Maddy’s breakfast?” Glitch asked, glancing around the room as if to search himself.
“Emma’s getting a bottle ready,” Jeb nodded toward the door. “The kitchen stocked up on goat’s milk when word got out she was about to be born. Emma says Maddy’ll probably sleep most of the time for the first few days, then after that she’ll be more active.”
There was a quiet knock on the door and Glitch, the closest, stood and answered it. The two Princesses stood there, shifting from foot to foot nervously. “DG! Azkadee! You’re right on time.”
“We’re not too early, are we?” DG asked, even as Glitch opened the door wider to invite them in.
“Not at all,” Jeb answered from his bed, propped up as he was on his mountain of pillows. “I’m surprised you waited as long as you did.”
DG waved an impatient hand at him, brushing off his teasing. “Where – oh!” She spotted the bassinette next to Jeb’s bed and made a beeline toward it, already making cooing sounds. “Oh, Jeb! Raw! She’s adorable!”
Raw stood and fussed with Madelyn’s blankets, tucking them around her as she started to wake up and fuss. “Jeb’s eyes.”
“And your nose,” DG grinned, bumping Raw’s shoulder with her own.
Emma arrived with a small half-sized bottle in her hands just then. “I see we’ve got plenty of company for breakfast,” she said playfully. When she reached the baby’s crib, she handed the bottle to Jeb. “Here, hold this,” she instructed. Leaving Jeb a tad flustered at the abrupt order, she scooped Madelyn up and handed her to Jeb, carefully making sure Jeb had a good hold of her, head cradled in the crook of Jeb’s elbow. “All right, ‘dad,’” she stood back, crossing her arms. “Go for it. Make sure to always support her head.”
Jeb blinked at her, looked down at the child in his arms, then the bottle in his hand. He opened his mouth but closed it quickly, shifting his elbow up to better support Madelyn’s head. Placing the bottle at her mouth, he watched as she tried to figure out what to do with this new thing bugging her.
Jeb frowned and looked at Emma for help.
“Touch her cheek with it – she’ll know what to do,” Emma instructed. It only took a few hesitant taps by Jeb for Maddy to turn into it, realize it was food and finally settled in to drink. “See, it’s not so hard,” Emma grinned and walked back out without another word.
“Az, you want to – “ DG started, poking her sister’s arm.
“Oh! Yes,” Azkadellia jumped, holding up something she’d had tucked in her hand, hidden at her side. She stepped forward hesitantly, offering it to Raw, since Jeb had his hands full. “I...made this. For the baby.”
Raw accepted the gift, unfolding it. His eyes went wide, his fingers stroking the small, light brown knitted cap in wonder. “Yarn...from home. Raw’s home.” He suspected that this was the secret project on Azkadellia’s mind and he was grateful at her thoughtfulness in keeping it to herself. It demonstrated the respect she had for Jeb’s desire to keep to tradition of not providing gifts to the new parents until after the birth of their child.
Azkadellia smiled shyly, nodding. “I sent for it when I first heard. There are some other things – socks and a blanket. I’ll bring them up by later, if you’d like.”
“We’d like that very much. Thank you, Princess,” Jeb replied sincerely. “Raw?”
Raw heard Jeb’s unspoken question. While Madelyn slowly fell asleep with the bottle in her mouth, Raw placed the hat lovingly on his daughter's head. It fit perfectly.
~*~
End.
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