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"Aaaahh! Too much!" He slowly fell down, all the way down, settling on two dicks at once. He tensed his body like the string of a bow, trying to process the sensations from being full beyond his wildest imagination. The two dicks made him so wide-open and so sensitive that every little movement sent him into delightful convulsions.
"I'm full," he whispered, placing trembling hands on his flat stomach in amazement and need. "I want more. Give it to me!" He demanded.
"Are you ready for it?" A rough hand tangled in his thick, dark hair, pulling him down a bit into a kiss.
"Let's not keep him waiting," the other lover pressed his lips to his neck, kissing the soft skin and teasing with hot tongue. "Let's create our beautiful child.”
“Yes,” he wanted it so much, it was the best time for it, he just needed them to-
He was lifted up slowly by steady hands and moans of pleasure and despair escaped his mouth.
***
"Are you sure you can do this?" Gil-Galad looked anxiously at his beloved, who was standing on a chair to remove a jar of jam from a high shelf in the pantry.
“I'm three weeks pregnant. Our baby is the size of a pin head. It won't hurt them for me to reach for the jam by myself."
"But- Tyelpe?"
"Our Star is the best doctor in Lindon, Ereinion," Celebrimbor's voice rang out from behind Gil-Galad, where the jeweler was just pouring an obscene amount of coffee into his abnormally large mug with two ears. "If he says he can do something then he is. Stop stressing him out."
***
"Never in my entire life I-” he managed to say before leaning back over the toilet and throwing up. A concerned Celebrimbor embraced back his damp hair to keep them out of the way. "I never before have to kneel over the toilet that long and often," he finished in one breath. Or at least it sounded this way.
"I sent a text message to Ereinion, coming back from the office he will buy more ginger and herbs for your tea," he promised. "Bring you some water?"
"Stay!" He threw up again.
By the time Ereinion rushed into the house, the worst part of the morning had passed. With Celebrimbor's help, Elrond managed to wash up and then go back to bed. He was lying in the sheets, curled up around a large, soft pillow, when the second husband came in with his coveted ginger tea and rice gruel.
Elrond craved the rice gruel. This actually wasn't surprising, rice gruel was actually the best memory of his childhood. Well, that is, except for the fact that there was a time when he had a brother. Elrond lost a few weeks before the vomiting phase began to teach his husbands how to make good rice gruel. He had a feeling that both Celebrimbor and Ereinion were already sick of the smell alone, but he wasn't going to worry about it. He wanted it.
Ereinion managed to persuade him to sit down, even though he felt very tired.
"You need to eat something."
"I know,” he murmured, reaching with hand for a spoon.
"Is this really normal?" Ereinion asked cautiously. "This illness, weakness-"
"A mortal pregnancy is not as happy and beautiful as an elven one," he smiled wearily. "I warned you. Do you regret it?"
"No!" Ereinion grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers. "Neither of us has any regrets. We love you and we love our pin head."
Elrond laughed, rubbing his nightgown sleeve over his face to wipe away some sweat and perhaps tears.
"Now that's a bean," he said. "Here," he pressed Ereinion's hand against his mostly flat stomach.
"First of third stages of your pregnancy have already passed," said a fascinated Celebrimbor, sitting down on Elrond's other side. "And yet the baby is only a tiny bean?"
"Yes... A doctor's appointment in a few days, we'll be able to see what they look like," he put another bite of gruel in his mouth.
“Sometimes I really like how far technology evolved,” murmured Celebrimbor, brushing Elrond’s belly slowly. He put head on Elrond’s arm, smiling softly. “I bet our baby will be as beautiful as you, Star.”
***
"Perfect," he said to himself. He sat in the living room, listening to the sweet and soft harp music coming from the radio (his dad had recorded dozens of them on various CDs long ago, so Elrond could listen to them whenever and wherever he might need to). Although his belly rounded much more seriously and their entire family began to express excitement and fear about the baby, Elrond managed to get both husbands to go off to take care of their work.
Naturally, they didn't just agree, his husbands were too protective for it. They bargained for a joint compromise.
"Are you sure?" Elwing crooked her head slightly, like a bird, looking at the thick, smooth journal that Elrond usually completed in solitude and quiet. Elwing didn't quite live close to their comfortable, single-family home in the good neighborhood of Lindon, but her bird-like wings made her quick, and she used it happily whenever she pleased. With Earendil immersed up to his ears in a space project, he didn't have as much time for her as they both would have liked, so Elwing tried to make her and Elrond's relationship good at least enough for them to speak without guilt and hate of each other. Admittedly, Elrond didn't think he could see a mother in her, he didn't think he would ever see a model of a mother in anyone, but he appreciated her company. She went through a pregnancy like his, a mortal pregnancy, a peredhel pregnancy. If anything, she could help him.
"This is the first photo of them," he said softly, brushing the black-and-white print with his fingers. "I want it to be in the middle of the page. I want to turn a page full of our wedding photos and be able to see them."
Elwing nodded.
"I understand," she said after a moment. "It's-well, it's a great thing for a mother; a child growing up under her heart."
"Two," he corrected. "Look," he turned the print toward her. "Here, this little shape is the other one."
Elwing swallowed her saliva hard.
"It's dangerous."
"Every twin pregnancy can be dangerous," Elrond admitted. "But the final will be good."
"Are you sure?" She looked at him anxiously, wandering her eyes over his face in search of the desired answers.
"My dreams are rare, but they have never fooled me," Elrond said softly. "Neither in life nor in death. And these two little ones will not be my only ones."
Tears gathered in his eyes, and then he just started crying. A concerned Elwing sat closer, carefully embracing him in an attempt to support him in his sudden emotion. He appreciated this too, returning the hug.
"I will have many healthy children. I've always wanted this so much -" he cried. "I will have a family-"
"And it will be a good family," Elwing promised. "It's already a good family. You are loved. You are the most loved in the world. I am so proud of you.”
***
"Green walls will be better. Such a color will definitely be calming for children," Celebrimbor pointed to an extensive collection of buckets of wall paint in various shades of green.
"Blue would be better," Ereinion lifted up a bucket full of paint named /sea deep/.
"Er... It's green," Celebrimbor made a confused face.
"Not at all, but okay, there's always that one," Ereinion pointed to /summer sky/, and then to /king’s blue/.
Elrond decided not to get into the discussion. While his husbands were busy exchanging more shades of blue and green, he moved slowly along the rack, looking at the samplers. He embraced his belly with one hand. It started to be really round and was growing faster and faster. No wonder, his precious babies were certainly already bigger than grapefruits or other similar fruits. He tapped his finger against the pleasingly soft brown. The color appealed to him very much, similar to the walls of the children's room in his dad's house. He removed the bucket, then looked around. He was about to have twins. Both sons deserved their special color.
After another meter or two, he happily hung his gaze on the soft, pastel shade of purple. He reached out to remove the bucket when his terrified husbands ran to him.
“Elrond!” Both looked very nervous. “We will take it, Star. Don’t lift heavy things, please-”
Elrond blinked but then shrugged his shoulders and let his husbands handle the lifting.
Well, he was already busy being full of two babies twenty-four hours per seven days, without breaks, for more than five months.
***
Elrond sighed greatly disappointed and moved the harp away carefully. In a sitting position, his back was already aching and his wrists had begun to go numb. He felt uncomfortable and swollen. And he was hungry.
"Come on," Uncle Timo held out his hands to help him up. "Lunch will be ready in an hour. But a little rest will do you good."
He nodded, confidently accepting the support from the red-haired elf.
He was at Grandpa Feanor's house for the second day. He was supposed to stay until the end of the week. Celebrimbor and Ereinion were preparing the children's room, the smell of paint and the noise of moving furniture were unbearable. Especially the sound of sliding furniture. He had a feeling that the rasp of wood on the floor would drive him crazy. And his children wanted to listen to the harp. At Grandpa Fenaor's house, dad eagerly played the harp in his free time, and Elrond could sleep in his childhood room with windows overlooking Grandma Nerdanel's sculpture garden. It was very calming. Just by how big and swollen he already was, his wrists and hands often ached and went numb because of the pressure on the nerve.
"Uncle, do you think I'll be a good mom?"
"You'll be a great mom, little one. And my father will finally get more grandchildren to spoil."
Elrond smiled involuntarily, stroking his big belly carefully.
"They will be boys," he said. "I think grandpa will be able to teach them tinkering."
Uncle Timo smiled broadly.
"I'll teach them how to torment my brothers," he announced.
***
"The children are kicking me, and it's better for you if when they are born they will kick their daddies too," informed Elrond deadly seriously, embracing his round belly with his hands. Celebrimbor pressed his hands to his belly in fascination, looking for the aforementioned kicking with desperate love. Ereinion appeared from the other side.
Elrond sighed with resignation, closing his eyes. He ignored the next few kicks, which made his husbands look like they were about to cry from emotion.
***
Celebrimbor kissed the neck of Elrond, who was sitting in front of him, or rather leaning on him.
"I'll take care of it," he promised, gently embracing the plump, swollen breasts with his hands. He massaged them gently, trying to relieve some of his beloved's considerable discomfort.
Childbirth was absolutely approaching. According to the rules of pregnancy such as Elrond's, there were only ten weeks left. Pushed into action by the parenting manuals, Ereinion, immediately after breakfast, set out to the store to hunt for; diapers, cotton balls, a baby nail trimming kit, baby gloves in case if their precious little ones need help not scratching each other and the rest of the world with their little nails, some more clothes, baby-safe laundry detergents and a few other things. Elrond, though very tired and sore, complimented the list.
***
"We have a problem," informed Elrond in a very neutral voice, given that they were in the middle of a family dinner.
His grandfather Turgon, Earendil's father, looked at him puzzled.
"Is something hurting you? Is it heartburn again?" He asked.
Elrond slowly shook his head, taking a few slow, calming breaths. He felt a little unreal. They were in the house of Fingolfin, who was the father of grandfather Turgon and the brother of grandfapa Feanor, and a bit like Elrond's grandfather himself, no matter, his family life was complicated. In addition to all three grandfathers, Elwing also arrived, somehow guided Earendil from the space research center, and of course Celebrimbor, Ereinion, cousin Maeglin and, anyway- Many of them came. Elrond rarely met so many of them, but enjoying this dinner was clearly not his destiny.
"Contractions have started and I think in a few hours we will have babies here," he decided to rectify the situation. "Could someone drive me to the hospital?"
His relatives were not at all calm or amused. They looked a little pale. Ereinion and Celebrimbor also looked pale. He honestly considered a cab, but fortunately Grandpa Feanor managed to bring everyone to consciousness with his raised voice.
Praise be to his vocal cords, Elrond surmised. Celebrimbor carefully helped him to stood up from the chair.
Contractions were worse this way.
***
Elladan was born first. He cried loudly, very unhappy about being separated from his mother and brother. He cried long and miserably until he was cleaned and wrapped warmly. He only calmed down when Elrond touched him again. For a split second, as happened to all Elven mothers, Elrond saw his child's future. And he smiled, even though it looked hard because of the pain involved in pushing another boy into the world.
Elrohir showed up less than half an hour later. He cried much less, but the little sobbing also disappeared with his mother's touch. Elrond loved them both more than anything or anyone in the world.
***
"And just to be clear," Celebrian handed the hospital discharge to Elrond. Ereinion and Celebrimbor stood on either side of him, holding the carriers with the twins. "No sex for at least six weeks."
"Our Star is safe with us," vowed Celebrimbor immediately.
"Remember also that the house must be cleaned, dinners cooked, and relatives kept at a distance. And above all, keep their hands away from the children. Now it is time for mommy and children."
"We've been reading parenting manuals," Ereinion promised. "Everything will be fine."
"Family at a distance," Celebrian repeated for reassurance. "Unless they want to help you clean."
“They will try-”
“Yeah,” Celebrian smiled. “So better make sure to keep them and give your beloved and twins space to heal.”
***
Although the children's room was ready, the cradle stood in their bedroom for the time being, close to the bed. Elrond slept on the edge of the bed, next to the cradle, listening to the children's breathing and heartbeat. Ereinion couldn't take a few weeks off from work, so he focused on shopping and everything that needed to be done away from home. Celebrimbor completed the most important orders for pendants, rings, earrings and so on before the birth. He informed his customers that he was temporarily suspending personalized orders until further notice, encouraging them to browse the range of finished products he had on display on his online store. Day in and day out, he would hang around the house, trying to keep an eye on Elrond from overtiring himself. And he was of course very focused on cooking and cleaning on a regular basis.
Elrond rested more than he had during the entire pregnancy, and whined a lot more than he had during the entire pregnancy. He didn't like the fact that he was grounded for taking care of the house.
"I like doing it," he remarked, offended, accepting the vegetable broth from his husband. Elladan and Elrohir slept deeply in the cradle, tired after time they spent crying because of stomachache.
"Star, you have a healing wound inside," Celebrimbor leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Once you're healed and the doctor agrees, you can turn the house upside down by cleaning. Okay?"
Elrond agreed, setting his cheek for another kiss. He giggled unintentionally when husband kissed the tip of his nose.
***
Elrond was relieved when Celebrian assured his husbands that he no longer had a wound inside and could do as he pleased.
"They grounded me from cleaning," he informed grudgingly.
"There, there, my dear. The health of mother and child comes first," Celebrian hugged him tenderly. "Time to go home. I'm expecting an invitation to celebrate your sweet children's first birthday. Probably the whole family is waiting," she winked at Elrond.
"I can't fit the whole family in the house," he protested nervously.
"We'll invite them to Bilbo's restaurant," Celebrimbor suggested reassuringly. "Don’t worry. For now, let's go home."
Ereinion enthusiastically agreed, eager to spend his day off with his spouses and children, doing nothing but loving them all with all his heart, hugging and pampering them.
“We should buy the cake on our way,” mentioned Elrond. “I love chocolate cake.”
Ereinion smiled.
“We will buy chocolate cake,” he agreed.
“And a cheesecake,” suggested Celebrimbor.
Elladan and Elrohir made some little noises which meant they started to be hungry and would need milk in less than an hour.
“See ya!" Celebrian waved at them happily.