Sweet Anticipation

by Anonymous

Summary:

sword gets rocket pregnant the fic

despite the summary i wrote this seriously and yeah there's something wrong with me but yknow ao3 users are freaks

Chapter 1: a fun night in

Notes:

this is my first smut fic be nice

you can call me brutus 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍btw i'm not the same anon who wrote the coilpunk spite smut fic

Sword pushed his body against Rocket's, practically keeping him pinned on the bed as Rocket felt his leg against his own crotch, stimulating it further and making Rocket whine. Even when Sword didn't mean to be so harsh, moving as slow as he could to make sure he was comfortable, that small slip-up only riled Rocket further, leaving him craving the feeling. Sword's wings fluttered behind him, almost covering them both as if they were hiding from prying eyes.

He placed his hands on Sword’s shoulders, pulling him into a kiss, the electrifying feeling adding more to their already sensual and warm selves, you’d think it was hot in the bedroom.

But no, the room was pretty cold with the air conditioner, the bed being their only source of warmth. Sword's helmet and cape, and Rocket's goggles were already on the floor long before the whole ordeal. Still, they weren’t going to sleep anytime soon, and it was a good thing Zuka was away for the night, only SFOTH would know what would happen if they were walked in on.

The two demons pulled away from the kiss, staring into each other’s eyes. Sword looked in awe at how beautiful Rocket looked despite how dishelved he already was, and Rocket felt a type of safety and warmth he never anticipated, but as soon as it handed to him like a platter, oh did he need more of it, and to him Sword wasn’t fast enough. He needed more stimulation, more!

“Sworrdddd.. just get on with it already…” he whined. Sword almost giggled from how cute he sounded.

“Wait, I want to be gentle.” Sword took his time in caressing Rocket’s skin under his shirt, making Rocket’s spine shiver. Fuck, it was like he was just being teased, and he was becoming wetter by the second.

Rocket moaned under his touch, those rough calloused fingers feeing so calculated compared to their less intimate times of feeling each other’s touch. This feeling, if he could have it forever, he would, he deserved it.

Sword lifted Rocket’s shirt, Rocket obliging by lifting his arms and letting himself be undressed. What was left was his binder and the scars that lined his body, as Sword could only look at his sheer beauty. He gently placed his fingers underneath it, staring at Rocket's body.

"May I?"

"Damn dude, you already know what I'm gonna say."

"Oh really?"

Rocket playfully shoved his hands in Sword's face, snorting as Sword moved them away, focusing his attention back to the binder as he slowly lifted it up, with Rocket lifting his arms again to make the process smoother. As they did, Rocket's scars that lined underneath his chest came into view, and they were thankfully not fresh, though Sword would still have to be careful around them.

He dived down to give a deep kiss as he tugged on the waistband of Rocket's pants and boxers, and Rocket trashed around but was held in place as Sword pulled them down, exposing his wet cunt. He slightly laughed in embarrassment as he wrapped his legs around Sword's waist.

"Well?"

Sword gestured to himself for a bit in confusion. "What?"

Rocket rolled his eyes. "Undress?"

"What- ohh!" Honestly, he was adorable being so dense like that. He lifted his shirt, throwing it to the side and showing off his muscled body. Rocket could almost drool from the sight of his biceps and abs, he'd kill to cuddle against his bare skin like that. Rocket let himself loosen up a little to give space for Sword, who then took off his own undergarments. His large cock was already slightly up, dripping with pre-cum.

Gods, Rocket wouldn't mind taking such an abysmal length of a dick all night. He'd savor every moment, not letting anything go to waste.

Sword positioned his cock at Rocket's entrance, whose legs were practically quivering from the sight and feeling. He practically mewled as he felt the tip push against his hole, the sweet, savory feeling making his stomach burn from pure pleasure. "Be faster Sword..." He begged.

Sword shook his head. "I don't want to hurt you, you know. It's your first time..."

Rocket was miffed. "I want it! So please, just hurry up already!"

Still, Sword didn't buy it, wanting to be as gentle as he could, though he still complied as he pushed in, slowly and tenderly, causing Rocket to inhale deeply and give out a breathless moan. He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling, how good it was, how much more aroused he felt from it as he tried to accommodate to the stretch. He stopped shivering at this point, though still feeling slightly cold from the temperature of the room. His prosthetic limbs only made the sensation colder to Sword, thought he tried not to think much of it. He rubbed soothing circles on Rocket's thigh as he leaned down to give him another kiss.

After pulling away, he thrusted once. Then twice. Then more times. Each one deliberate and cautious, as Rocket's pussy made way for themselves once Sword's dick was slightly pulled out, only for it to be stretched out again as he inserted back in. He arched his back towards Sword as they both held hands, silently comforting the other.

The fact Sword was taking his time slightly annoyed Rocket, he needed it faster and faster, as he begged him to speed up. "F- Faster, now! Oh..."

"Give me a moment."

"We have enough time!"

"Don't you want it to be all night?"

Rocket brushed it off. "It doesn't feel the same..."

This time, Sword obliges a little more. He picks up the pace ever so slightly, intensifying the feeling and having his breaths and gasps be cut off from the pressure he was receiving. His nerves hit all at once as he clenched the sheets beneath him- and he knew he'd find his bed in a sorry state sooner or later. Oh well, it would be for his future self to worry about, now he was all too focused on getting his pussy pounded by his boyfriend.

Sword dived on Rocket's neck, kissing it before giving it a few licks and nips, still keeping his breathless face hovering over it afterwards, taking in the bites and marks he gave. He lifted Rocket's prosthetic leg over his shoulder, and it wouldn't be surprising for the one below if he was folded in half later. In fact, he'd want it.

The thrusts were more intense, more demanding, and it wasn't long before Sword's dick hit a particular spot, causing Rocket to moan louder and more blissfully as if the tip kissed his cervix (which he didn't know if it was possible, but he'd rather not know the answer to that).

A bulge settled in his stomach since the start, rising and falling with every thrust. He stared at it like it was an enigma, before suddenly screaming in pain and ecstasy as Sword pushed down on it, creating even more pressure on his dick as he also groaned from the feeling.

By now, Sword seemed to have lost all focus as he pistoned in and out of Rocket, leaving him moaning and groaning more as he couldn't get enough of the feeling, like he'd never experience it again. Perhaps that was true, the first time would always be different from the subsequent moments. He reached his hands towards Sword's back, clawing on it like if he'd let go, he'd fall, as if he wasn't in the comfort of his own bed.

Sword could feel the heat pool in his stomach as his thrusts became sloppier, practically clinging onto Rocket for dear life. He opened one of his eyes, half lidded, as if slightly embarrassed.

"I'm going to cum..."

"Let it out, baby..." Rocket responded. He gave a sincere smile, still dazed from the feeling.

"W- wait, I might..."

"Hm?"

Sword stopped for a moment, caressing Rocket's hair in his other hand as he tried to keep his mouth closed to prevent any moans from coming out. "I don't wanna get you pregnant..."

Rocket looked to the side, seemingly in deep thought, before looking back at sword. "That's what you're worried about? Honestly..."

"What is it?"

Before he could react, Rocket pulled his legs in, bringing Sword closer to him and putting his dick deeper inside. "C- C'mon... I want it..."

"You... want?"

"I- I wouldn't mind- having your kids- so cum in me- NOW! FUCK!"

As if on demand, Sword moaned as he spilled his sweet warm cum into Rocket's pussy, practically overflowing him with it as some threatened to spill out in between them. Rocket also came, though to a lesser extent as he coated Sword's dick in a layer of slick. The two were breathless, panting as they said nothing, simply cuddling as Sword let his hard dick rest inside Rocket's cunt.

---

After a few minutes of close eyes and resting, Sword propped himself up with his arms, pulling out and causing some cum to leak out. Rocket slightly grimaced at the sight, cleaning the bedsheets wasn't on his to-do list, and his future self seemed to arrive too fast. He sat up, his legs aching as Sword moved to the side, letting himself move more freely. He felt sleepy somehow, even if he was just full of energy just a while ago.

Rocket grabbed him by the shoulder. "We should clean up."

Sword nodded, slightly ashamed for what he did to Rocket, even if Rocket himself didn't seem to mind. He climbed out, then walked to the other side of the bed, picking him up. Rocket would've trashed around, saying that he could do things by himself, but he'd have to admit he's absolutely knocked out, internally grateful as Sword gently opened the clips that held his prosthetics in place, feeling the weight in his body shift before being lifted off the bed and carried bridal style to the bedroom.

It was a good thing he had his own walk-in bathroom within his bedroom. As Sword pried open the door with his foot, he gently set Rocket down on the platform, then leaned next to him, turning on the shower. He smiled as he traced Rocket's face with the back of his fingers while Rocket looked to the side.

He wasn't sure if he felt regret or anxiety, or both. "I think we're going to regret this sooner or later."

"I thought you liked it." Sword replied, tilting his head. As he scrubbed the both of them, there was nothing exchanged between the two, no noises other than the shower and occasional birds chirping from outside, though barely audible.

Rocket looked back at Sword. "No, I did like it, it's just... you know."

Sword pondered, seemingly confused for a moment. Then, it struck him. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, taking Rocket's hand into his own.

"I think we'll make great parents."

Rocket laughed as he playfully slapped Sword's face. "Don't be so sappy already! You're gonna have to help me through this!"

"Of course I will."

He leaned in, pressing his lips on Rocket's forehead before continuing on their little shower session. Rocket wrestled the scrub out of Sword's hands as he washed him, then playfully washed his hair as they splashed themselves with water like they were at a pool party. Once they were finished with what was necessary, Sword wrapped a towel around himself, and as he went outside Rocket called out to him.

"You can wear my pajamas for the night!"

Sword looked back at him, nodding before going outside. As he did, he pulled out two pairs of pajamas from the closet, putting on a shirt with a red graphic tee and loose sweatpants. He then picked up the clothes that were strewn on the floor minutes before, along with the bedsheets before heading back in the bathroom, placing them inside the washing machine. He got adjusted to Rocket's lifestyle long ago, enough to the point he almost had his habits memorized like the back of his hands.

"Hey, I'm still here!"

Sword looked at Rocket, whose face was in a pout, as he loaded the machine, slightly giggling as the spinning turned into white noise. "Give me a while, princess." He chuckled as he grabbed another towel, wrapping Rocket in it and carrying him outside the bathroom and back to the bed (not forgetting to close the lights of course). Rocket's bed noticeably looked smaller without the bedsheets and blanket, but it wasn't much of a worry, he always had extra.

Rocket looked to the outfit Sword picked out to him, then huffed. "Really? This one?"

Sword laughed. "You look cute in it!"

He didn't really understand what was cute about an oversized shirt he picked up from a thrift shop, but if Sword liked it then what was he to complain? Rocket reattached his prosthetics as he put on the shirt, grabbing an extra blanket from his closet and throwing it (and himself) onto the bed, or more specifically, Sword.

Sword yelped as Rocket jumped on him, the blanket serving as a sort of softener between the pressure as he pulled him into a hug, sharing warmth between their bodies as they found comfort in each other's arms. Sword had his usual before-sleeping mumbles, and in between he sneaked in a quiet "I love you" to Rocket.

He loved him too.

Notes:

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Chapter 2: by their sides

Notes:

brutus here. i was stuck on the second chapter and busy w school. dont really have an outline for the whole story but i have some plot points and an ending floating around :) i just fuck around and find out tbh

this is probably gonna have a lot of time skips cause i hate writing slow burn and i don't know how shit works👎👎👎👎👎👎boo tomato tomato

btw TYSM FOR EVERYONE WHO WAS WAITING FOR MORE!! YOU DESERVE IT FOR THE LONG WAIT I DON'T DESERVE YA'LLS LOYALTY

Two demons walk by the riverbank of the park, the wind blowing against them as the grass blades danced and birds flew. There was barely anyone else there- it was almost closing time, which was perfect- they wouldn't have much prying eyes or ears.

Rocket looked down. His stomach was barely showing, and he could still see his feet. He would've breathed a sigh of relief, though the future things he'd have to deal with only clouded his mind more.

Sword walks behind him, picking up pace and putting a hand on his shoulder when he stops. "You okay?"

Rocket looks at him, shrugging. "Could be worse."

"Tired?"

"Yeah."

He gestures Rocket to sit by the riverbank, following soon after. Rocket leans on him, and Sword puts an arm around his waist, slightly feeling his stomach. It was too early for him to think of what the baby would look like, it's barely been 2 months, yet he can't stop thinking, wanting, yearning for it. Sword never really thought of being a family man, sure he was close with his own father, though he didn't think he'd get with someone and settle down so soon ('settle' being put lightly, as he'd definitely still continue his shenanigans no matter what). Now, however, as he cupped Rocket's chin and kissed his cheeks, he feels his heart race and beat ever so faster.

Rocket nuzzled Sword’s neck as he purred, drowning out every noise save for their heartbeats and the flowing river in front of them. After a bit, Rocket stands up, stretching, Sword following suit.

“I have to tell dad soon. The more I keep waiting the sooner he’ll find out.”

Sword nods, standing up and helping Rocket along the way with his arm. The latter holds his stomach again, then lets go as he sighs. He has plenty of time to think this through, he shouldn't overreact like this, eyes darting, thinking of the worst possible scenarios... though he figures he wasn't the only one that felt his way, surely many first-time parents had the same fears as well... and he's thankful he has Sword by his side. Hopefully his dad and the rest support him, at the very least.

"You're telling your dad too, right?" Rocket asks Sword, who nods again as he hums. They started walking away from the riverbank by then, as they don't want to be yelled at by security to get out. It would be a stressful sight.

Sword pats Rocket's shoulder, looking at him with sincere eyes. "Zuka's a good guy. He'll understand."

"I know, but..."

"If you want, I can accompany you when you tell him."

Rocket thinks. As he looks into the sky, the birds flying away to a known direction, while Rocket himself is unsure of where his direction in life will go after this. This could, no will, change his life forever, and he didn't know if the short time of pleasure was worth everything else.

But hey, as long as he looked to the other side, the light at the end of the tunnel, he'll make it.

"I'll do it by myself."

---

Zuka sighed as he swept the floors of the shop, still not quite used to doing chores with one arm (though he wouldn't admit it so easily). As the day came to a close, he gathered the last of the dust before throwing them in the bin, heading to the window to close the gate. He turned on the lights, the small bulbs somehow being able to illuminate the whole room without much dark spots.

Today has been slow, with the usual customers in the morning waiting outside for their orders, then more demons came while he opened, before having only one or two appear the whole afternoon. Perhaps it was because his son and best (and only) assistant, Rocket, was sick and tired this past month, unable to finish most of the orders on time, causing most of the orders to be delayed. And while Zuka was annoyed, he could never be fully mad at Rocket.

Speaking of which, Rocket was supposed to be home right now, after he abruptly stormed out of his bedroom he isolated himself in and went out the door without saying much, other than "talking to Sword". Not that Zuka minded.

Ding!

Just his luck.

His ears perked up as the door chimes signaled someone opening it, followed with rather heavy footsteps. He only took a second to turn as he faced him, his eyes slightly widening slightly to Rocket whose eyes were red as his cheeks were slightly stained with dried tears. Zuka immediately leaned down to him, going to his eye level.

"Hey, what happened?"

"Dad..."

Rocket didn't know why he suddenly felt this way. He was walking home fine and hopeful, that everything will be okay, and then his mood changed like a sudden storm, now frustrated, angry at himself, feeling stupid and irresponsible, as if everything fell apart despite barely starting, and he didn't know if he could back out already.

As Zuka wiped his tears and pulled him into a hug, Rocket hesitated before reciprocating, letting more warm tears flow as he felt that warm, comforting hug he always received, and for a second everything seemed okay again.

Rocket let go, wiping more tears away, taking some time to compose himself before looking Zuka directly in the eyes. "Sorry..."

"You don't have to apologize for anything, Rocket. Tell me, what's going on? Is it Sword?" Of course, any dad would worry about their child's friend and partner, especially if they were the second strongest influence in their life.

Rocket looked him in the eyes. "No... Yes... It's just..."

"What? I don't want to push you, but I know you want to tell me something."

“I…”

“Breathe, Rocket. Take a deep breath and exhale.”

Rocket did as he was told, taking a breath of air and exhaling it, slightly keeping his composure, though he didn’t meet Zuka’s eyes. "I'm... pregnant... and Sword is the father."

...

Zuka blinks, stopping in his tracks as he could only seem to stare back into Rocket, who feared for the worst. Instead, Zuka held his breath, then sighed as he realized he did without realizing. Finally, he let go of Rocket, though still keeping himself on his level. "You're... did I hear that right?"

"Y- yeah. I'm pregnant. I know it's sudden, I was a dumbass, I-"

"No, no, Rocket..."

He put his hand on Rocket’s head, softly patting it, as Rocket sniffled. "I'm just surprised, is all. But..." Zuka nodded. "I'm happy for you."

Rocket couldn't help but smile a little from relief, like a heavy weight was just lifted from him. "You are?"

"Of course I am. I wouldn't mind a new addition to our little family." He stood up, taking Rocket by his hands, holding them gently. "How far are you?"

Rocker shrugged. "A month."

"Then we still have time. Is Sword aware?"

"Mhm. He's telling his own dad right now." Rocket fiddled with his fingers as he let go of Zuka's hands. "We already knew from the start and planned some stuff... but I was panicking over when to tell you... I'm sorry."

Zuka gave another long sigh, perhaps dumbfounded at how the situation was handled, though he couldn't blame them, they were young, and it would indeed be a big responsibility if it was just them who dealt with it.

"What are you apologizing for? I'm here to help you. I'm your dad."

"Yeah, but... I've heard stories of other demons being disowned by their parents after getting pregnant, I was scared..."

"Fuck them. I'll be here for you, alright? You have to trust me on that."

Rocket looked at him, nodding. "Yeah. I will."

---

As soon as Sword went home, he went straight to his bedroom, pulling out bags and stuffing clothes and other necessities in them. Though Venomshank was home, and was calling him by name, Sword couldn't focus as he stormed up the stairs, now packing his stuff like he was planning to run away.

He heard Venomshank follow after him, and he was now leaning on the doorframe of his bedroom, though Sword didn't let it stop him from putting more clothes in the bags. Venomshank tilted his head as Sisyphus flew towards Sword, finally catching his attention after snatching a shirt from him. He looked at the bird, then the demon by his door.

"Oh! Sorry..."

"What are you doing?"

"Uh..." the reality sunk in, and Sword avoided eye contact, clutching the shirt in his hands.

"My fledgling, are you planning to move out? I understand, you've been of age, though I would like some proper goodbyes first."

“Ah, no!” Sword faced him, and Venomshank was unmasked, and he always thought he looked too nice that way even if he was upset. This time, though, Venomshank wore an unreadable expression, and Sword couldn’t tell if it was from anger, shock or simply disappointment.

Sisyphus cawed, holding onto the shirt like its life depended on it as Sword refused to let go. “Dad… I forgot to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“Promise me you won’t get mad.”

Venomshank approached him, kneeling down as Sword made space for him on the floor. The bags were a hot mess- no wonder he was carrying so many of them.

After a bit of silence, Sword spoke up. “You know I’m dating Rocket, right?”

“Of course. You speak about him every single day.”

Sword bit his lip as he felt his cheeks redden. “Uh huh. And I…”

“Hm?”

Everything led up to this, yet he didn’t want to cross the line. Yet he had to do it.

“He’s pregnant.”

More silence, other than the cawing of Sisyphus as it chewed on the shirt like a toy. Sword bowed his head, his heart racing, waiting for Venomshank’s verdict. Venomshank himself was caught off guard by the revelation, putting one hand over his mouth.

“...I’m assuming you’re the father of his child?”

Sword felt tears threatening to form in his eyes. “Yeah! We knew this from the start! I wanted to move in with him and stay until he gave birth… and take care of them after that… I didn’t know how to ask you if I could go, I’m sorry… I just want to be with him!”

Venomshank sighed as he tried to make sense of things, especially the news. “It’s alright, fledgling.”

It didn’t take long for him to make his decision, thankfully. “You may go.”

Sword wiped the few tears that escaped his eyes as they widened. Sisyphus finally let go of the shirt, though there would be no use to pack it as it had obvious bite marks. “R- really?”

“Indeed. I wouldn’t prevent you from seeing them, especially if they need you most.”

He placed a hand on Sword’s shoulders. “And I’m proud of you, Sword. I can tell you’ll be a great father.”

"Thank you... I'll be sure to visit."

"I trust that you will. Do promise that you'll balance your time with them."

As Sword nodded, he chuckled a bit from relief. Venomshank pulled out a few clothes from his bag. “You can’t head into a new chapter of your life unprepared and disorganized. Come, let’s fix this.” he says, setting the clothes on the bed and folding them properly as Sword joined in, still smiling from ear to ear.

He could only hope, no, know, that Rocket was getting the same amount of support from Zuka. He trusted them that much.

Tomorrow, Sword would pack his bags and travel all the way to Crossroads and knock on the shop of Rocket’s house, and Rocket would open the door and jump in his arms, giving him a big hug as Zuka welcomed him in, and they’d discuss their plans for the future over lunch, with Rocket looking as happy as ever since the month’s events, and Sword would laugh along and give him a kiss.

Big changes were inevitable at times like these, though with how well things are going now, they'll make it.

Notes:

SPEAKING OF SCHOOL I FINISHED THIS DURING CLASS AND PUBLISHED IT DURING BREAK TIME

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Chapter 3: slow day

Notes:

brutus here!

FIRST OFF. I WANNA SAY. HOLY SHIT THE STATISTICS?? FHSHGFDHJSJS THANK YOU GUYS I DIDN'T KNOW THIS WOULD GET SO POPULAR

SECOND. I'M SORRY THIS TOOK TWICE AS LONG TO FINISH LIKE GENUINELY. I HAVE SCHOOL AND DIDN'T KNOW HOW THIS CHAPTER WOULD GO AND I DON'T WANNA KEEP THINGS TOO SLOW BUT TOO FAST AT THE SAME TIME. LIKE I SAID I HAVE IDEAS FLOATING AROUND BUT NOT AN OUTLINE. I'LL WORK IT OUT EVENTUALLY DW

FINALLY, SPECIAL THANK YOU TO MY FRIENDS FOR HELPING ME FIGURE OUT THE IDEAS!!

Rocket could barely get out of bed, feeling like he struck a migraine as he laid on his back. According to Zuka, it would be "too uncomfortable" for him to sleep on his stomach, but he felt he was even more uncomfortable on his back, and not just because of the way his horns were positioned.

He stared out the window, the sunlight creeping against the lights, illuminating his room. The other side of his bed was, for lack of better word, "Sword shaped", and said Sword was currently in the bathroom, showering for what seemed like an hour. 'He better not waste the damn water bill', Rocket thought to himself.

As he pulled the blanket off himself, the first thing his eyes landed on was his stomach. Of course. He lightly felt the bump, noting how it was slightly more prominent than last month's. Still, demons would surely notice if they looked hard enough. He'd just have to wear baggier clothing then, which wasn't a problem.

Sword came out of the shower just as Rocket stood up from the bed, slightly wet as he was already changed on his new clothes with a towel barely wrapped around his head. He rushed to Rocket, giving him a light kiss, which Rocket melted into.

"Good morning, love."

"Mornin'..."

"Feeling sick?"

"...Kinda."

Sword nodded as he and Rocket walked downstairs to the kitchen, being greeted by the smell of breakfast which Zuka made. Zuka himself had his back turned towards the two men, though he faced them and greeted them as he took a sip of his coffee.

"What's for breakfast?" Rocket asked as he stretched his arm, taking a seat.

Zuka gestured towards the table. "Waffles with fruit."

The rest of breakfast felt like a light breeze, with most conversations about their lives and whatever their neighbors were up to. Rocket occasionally nodded to questions such as "You okay?" and "How is the baby?". It was definitely too early for the baby to do things like kick, though they definitely protested in other ways such as destroying Rocket's organs.

Zuka was not immune to gossip, despite him insisting that it was merely "sharing of stories that everyone else knew" about his neighbors. Still, it was entertaining, and it definitely had Sword and Rocket widen their eyes and scream in disbelief a few times. The things that you hear from them while helping in their shop, is what he'd always say.

When they were finished, Sword volunteered to clean the dishes while Zuka and Rocket were left to their own devices. Rocket sat on the couch, slightly laying down as he stared into space. Zuka came into the room a few seconds later, leaning against the armrest. He looked ready to head out.

"Sword's going to the grocery while I'm going to the mall to look for things for the baby, do you want to go with one of us or stay home?"

Rocket looked at him, seemingly confused.

Zuka sighed. "I know your emotions are getting the best of you. Sorry."

"Huh- oh no! I'll stay home. I still don't feel right..."

"You'll have to get checked out by a doctor soon."

"I know... Maybe I can buy some sick medicine from the pharmacy."

"Only if it's prescribed by a doctor."

"Dad!"

Zuka chucked as he pat Rocket's head. "Only kidding. Well, I'll be leaving now. See you later, Rocket.".

Rocket slightly grumbled but still waved bye as Zuka left, closing the door behind him. He leaned more comfortably against the couch, feeling sleepy again but didn't bother fighting the urge to nap, he deserved it after all. While drifting in and out of consciousness, he heard Sword walk into the room, then holding his face as he kissed his forehead. "I'll be back soon, alright?"

Rocket nodded again, keeping his eyes closed as Sword also left the house. Rocket hoped that the shop signed had the closed sign in front, he didn't want to deal with customers today. He felt slightly guilty for delaying their orders, though he was justified, he simply didn't have the time to explain why. They'd have to wait a little longer.

He certainly couldn't wait any longer, either.

---

"Shuriken! We ran out of strawberries! Go to the grocery and buy some!"

"Ugh... Not now..."

"Get them right now or you're on dish duty next week."

"I'm up, I'm up!"

Shuriken sat up from the seat he was lying on, rushing to put on his jacket as he ran up to Slingshot who was waving some bux in his hand. He snatched it as he left the cafe, running to the grocery shop. It wasn't too far, yet not walking distance either, which resorted to him eventually parkouring through signs and buildings (without getting caught of course). As Shuriken landed on the entrance of the doors, he landed and pretended he did nothing as the doors automatically opened for him, with a few other demons passing him by. He breathed, trying to relax his composure as he grabbed a basket and walked to the fruit and vegetable aisle.

Breathe, Shuriken, you don't have to look so nervous, just buy some strawberries and leave like you were never here.

Today wasn't too busy of a day, as there were few demons this day of the week. If it was the weekends, it would definitely be more chaotic. Shuriken tried to take as much relaxation he could get; most of the time he would be in phights, and if he wasn't in phights he'd be working at Thieves' Rest. He'd definitely take this life over being a lazy bum, yet sometimes the stress would get to him, and he simply wants to take a day off and relax, even if it was in a place such as a grocery store.

Shuriken picked out some strawberries, choosing the best-looking ones from the pile. As he gave his picks to the worker, he looked around. And that's when he saw someone in the corner of his eye. It was brief, yet that small brush of a pair of wings was rather recognizable. Too recognizable. No other demon had wings like that. He tried to look closer, but was called back by the employee who finished weighing and packing his strawberries.

After thanking them and walking away, we counted his cash and decided he had enough to buy one more ingredient. They weren’t low on flour, or eggs, or sugar… he listed every ingredient he could remember using until he settled on one. Vanilla.

Silently raising his fist with a “Yes!” he quickly rushed to the ingredients section, where he passed by a few aisles. Slingshot and Vinestaff would definitely thank him for this, he thought as he walked quickly to his destination.

Then, he stopped in his tracks.

The same silhouette he saw was now walking around in one aisle, inspecting the items on the shelves. Shuriken wouldn’t think much of it if the items weren’t something he never expected.

The shopper was looking at a bunch of diapers, and Shuriken took a quick look at the sign, which said that the aisle was full of things for babies, confirming that he wasn’t being crazy. What was crazy was the shopper themselves.

“Sword?”

Shuriken had the most baffled look on his face as he tried to figure out what was going on. Though he rarely talked to Sword when they weren’t in phights, he was social enough that he felt well acquainted with him, at least until recently when he and Rocket disappeared for two whole months. Sword would then reappear and pretend nothing happened, and questions about their whereabouts were always dodged. It just seemed like odd behavior for him, which left Shuriken slightly concerned.

Sword himself looked rather disorganized, skipping his usual knightly look for a casual red sweater and some trousers. He wasn’t even wearing his helmet, and Shuriken thought that if it wasn’t for that battle scar he likely would’ve assumed he was another civilian. After a while, he settled on a smaller pack of diapers, dropping it in his cart.

He leaned over and saw more things in Sword’s cart. Baby bottles, shampoo and body wash, bibs and a load of snacks and other food for meals. It just didn’t seem like Sword would buy these on a whim, they had to be for someone, they had to-

"Hey- hey Sword!" Without thinking, Shuriken called out to him again.

Sword finally looked up and made eye contact with him. Almost instantly, Sword’s face became red as he continued staring, slowly backing away, before looking down and turning his back and running away with his cart in the opposite direction.

“Wait! I wanna talk to you!”

Demons turned their heads to Shuriken as he tried to sprint and chase after Sword, yet just as suddenly as he appeared, Sword vanished around the corner, leaving a dumbfounded Shuriken in the middle of the grocery. He held his basket of vanilla and strawberries, looking around before sighing in defeat. That encounter only left more questions than answers.

He’d love to stay and investigate, chase after Sword maybe, though it was no use. Not only was he nowhere to be found, Shuriken also had to return soon. Slingshot was probably waiting by the door to slap his arm when he returned. He sighed in defeat, heading to the counter and running back to the cafe, though the questions still remained in his mind.

Would he be an asshole for telling Vinestaff and Slingshot about it? But the more they keep it a secret the more it'll eventually get revealed... Shuriken thought hard, trying to put himself in their shoes... they have their reasons, surely. He's a good demon; he won't reveal it to anyone, that would be a dick move.

He tried to push them out of his mind as he entered the cafe, placing the groceries on an empty table as Slingshot came up to him.

"What took you so long?"

"Had some leftover money so I also decided to buy something else." he shrugged.

Slingshot raised an eyebrow as he browsed the bag, pulling out the strawberries and vanilla. "Huh, you actually remembered we also ran out of vanilla. Good job."

Shuriken felt proud of himself as he gave a smug look. "So... will I be exempted from dish duty next week?"

Slingshot tapped his chin. "Hmm... I'll think about it."

"Come on! Please Sling!" He begged, making Slingshot giggle.

---

Sword slightly ran back to the shop, opening the door and rushing in as he set the groceries on the table. Rocket was still asleep on the sofa, as if without a care in the world, looking the most peaceful he's been in what seemed like years. This wasn't the kind of peace he had from blowing up random stuff, it was more as if he was finally able to fully relax without doing a single thing and being vulnerable in a way that he knew he'd still be safe.

Sword sighed from relief, and from how cute he just looked. He went over to him, caressing his face and kissing his forehead again, causing Rocket to stir. After a while, he opened one of his eyes, then both, leaning into Sword's touch. "You're back early." he smirked.

Sword merely nodded as he brought the groceries to Rocket, showing them off. "Look what I got!" he exclaimed, grinning.

Rocket brushed his fingers against them. "Neat."

"Ah, also, something happened while I was out..."

Rocket tried to sit up but was only able to bring his upper body up using his arm as support. "What...?"

"Shuriken saw me."

"...Oh."

He fully sat up, looking dazed and rather stressed. Maybe having that be the first thing he hears after waking up wasn't a good idea, though it had to be revealed one way or another. Sword kneeled on the floor, also in disbelief. "I'm really sorry Rocket."

"No no, kinda knew this would happen. We'd have to tell everyone else one way or another."

"Even then-"

"Sword."

Sword looked deep into his eyes, and it was as if the universe was staring back at him. Like he always sees when looking into Rocket's eyes, as if he grabbed stars and it became his pupils. He sat on the other side of the bed, and he couldn't help but look at Rocket's bump, which he felt was slightly bigger than the last time he saw it. He gently placed his hand over it, and as he did, Rocket placed his hands on top, keeping it still yet not restricting it.

"Are you still heading to phights?"

"Mhm. Shuriken will probably confront me by then. And..." It was as if he finally thought of something solid for once. "I need to talk to Medkit."

"Oh, Medkit!" Rocket shifted, placing his head on the armrest. "He could help! The question is... will he?"

Sword snickered. "Yeah! He helped us so many times, I trust him you know."

"Sure." He stared off again, deep in thought.

Finally, he spoke up. "We're really gonna do this? Have a kid? A whole other life from you and me?"

"Of course!" Sword lied down next to him, well, tried to, as the couch wasn't big enough to hold both of them. They eventually resorted to having Rocket on top of him as they cuddled each other. "I wouldn't have a child or spend the rest of my life with anyone else."

"Mmm." Rocket rested his face against Sword's collarbone. "Me too."

They didn't really know if they'd be drifting off into sleep again, even if the day was slow, but what mattered was that they were with each other, and they'd continue to be as they navigating this new, eventual huge change in their lives, and not just by themselves. For the first time, it was quiet and peaceful.

And they wouldn't trade this moment for the world.

Notes:

zuka eventually heads home dw i didnt feel like writing it

also if anyone is wondering where broker is, she disappeared off the face of the inpherno. im sorry. jokes aside i didnt feel like including her but idk just imagine she's watching from the shadows

you know what to do if you like it :3

Chapter 4: the news

Notes:

HELLOOOOO BRUTUS HEREEEE

i'm sorry for the extra long wait, school's been kicking my ass so hard 🥲 i have to endure this shit until april dawggg

but anyways TYSM FOR EVERYONE WHO WAITED! THIS IS GONNA BE LONGER TO COMPENSATE FOR THE LONGER WAITING TIME!!!

AGAIN THANK YOU TO MY FRIENDS FOR HELPING ME BOUNCE IDEAS!!! especially a certain other writer... heehehehahahahaha

No matter what, Shuriken couldn't get the memory out of his mind. It seemed too good to be true, yet every time he tried to convince himself he was probably dreaming, his mind countered by replaying it over and over again, much to his annoyance. Sword would still be present in phights, yet he never had the courage to confront him, nor did Sword seem to acknowledge his existence. Rocket was still missing, and by now Shuriken was thinking that both discrepancies were somehow connected. It was no secret that they're dating, after all, if anyone knew what happened to Rocket, it would be Sword.

Feeling lost and drowning in his own thoughts, he had enough and waited as he closed up the cafe alongside Vinestaff and Slingshot, deciding to tell them as soon as they get home, away from any potential eavesdroppers. He felt slightly guilty that he'd share what was probably meant to be a secret, he's seen how fast Sword ran away from him, but he couldn't keep it in any longer. He trusted them understand.

The three of them didn't talk much as they prepared for bed, other than a few yells across the corridor for missing toothpaste and eye masks. As Vinestaff hummed while settling on the bottom bunk bed, Shuri climbed on top, and Slingshot was on his laptop, chatting with Skateboard and his other Playgrounder friends on the floor. After reading to distract himself (and failing), Shuriken gave a long sigh, falling back on his bed. He can't tell them yet.

As Shuriken weighed the thoughts in his mind, so did what would happen tomorrow. Tomorrow, Sword should be present for a phight, that would be one of the few ways he could talk to him again other than somehow encountering him in public again. He felt that this was his only chance. He shouldn't rush it, or scare Sword away, or be judgmental, he knows that. He just wanted to talk to him, he thought as he imagined what he'd say, the possible outcomes and backup plans for whenever things go wrong. His paranoia, which he prefers calling 'being cautious', from years of vigilante work isn't helping, that's what.

It will be something that the next day has to worry about.

---

Tomorrow has come for Sword, and he takes a deep breath as he enters the lobby, looking for someone. The lobby was big and cozy, with couches and lots of accommodation everywhere, shelter from the outside unlike the open training grounds. There were already a couple other people in it, some sleeping, chatting in duos or groups and taking their time to relax, some even having outside guests with them. He shifted nervously as he scanned two, three more times, still not finding who he was looking for.

"Sword!"

Sword turned around to Shuriken approaching him, out of breath before grabbing his shoulders. "I gotta ask you something."

"O- okay."

The two demons walked out of the lobby and far away from it to the point they had to use an elevator. Neither of them spoke, with Sword avoiding eye contact entirely before they walked into an empty dormitory. As Shuriken closed and locked the door behind them, he took a deep breath once again before grabbing Sword by the shoulders and screaming. "WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU!? WITH ROCKET!?"

"I-"

"I know you have your reasons, I'm not snitching, but please just tell me!"

"Wait!"

Shuriken immediately let go as Sword tried not to stumble on his feet, dusting off his shoulders. He finally looked at Shuriken, though still not eye to eye, fiddling with his cape.

"Well, as you know, I was buying stuff..."

Shuriken raised his eyebrow. "Aand...?"

"Rocket and I are having a child."

"...Oh?" Shuriken took a few seconds to process before widening his eyes and covering his mouth. "OOOOHHHH!"

"Y- yeah..." Sword flushed a little before being grabbed by Shuriken again.

"CONGRATS DUDE!"

"Thanks-"

"Sorry, sorry...."

After some time composing themselves, Shuriken put his hands behind his back. "Sooo... are you gonna tell everyone else soon?"

"I... Well I have to at some point, just didn't know it would be like this."

"How long has it been exactly?"

Sword pondered. "Like three... four months?"

"That's a long time to be waiting."

"I know." Sword shifted.

Shuriken put his hand behind his backs, wondering what to do next. "You don't have to do it right now. Take all the time you need!"

"No, no, I need to do it today. After I talk to someone." Sword insisted.

"Alright, alright." Shuriken backed away his arms up. "I'm just happy for you, Sword."

Sword nodded, unlocking the door as the two went back to the lobby. As soon as they did, Sword spotted Medkit in the corner, leaning on the wall while staring into nothingness. He almost forgot that Shuriken was with him as he rushed over to him. "Medkit!"

Medkit looked over at him, raising his eyebrow. "Sword?"

"Can you come with me? It's really important."

Medkit started at him, then sighed. "When do you not have something important to tell me?"

Sword didn't answer, dragging him outside the lobby again, this time into one of the restrooms down the hallway. He locked the door behind him, while Medkit looked at him dumbfounded. He used this time to check his eyebags in the mirror as Sword paced back and forth behind him, looking more agitated by the second. Medkit looked behind him, he couldn't be annoyed as he was so used to his antics.

"What's bothering you?"

Sword put his hands on his face, obviously embarrassed. "I... Rocket and I need your help. For a few months-"

"With...?"

"He's pregnant!"

"... Ah."

Medkit could only give a big sigh and put his palm on his face, looking at himself. Really, he already knew what responsibilities were going to be shoved onto him. He looked back at Sword, who was anticipating an answer.

"Didn't I tell you two to use protection?"

"That's the thing! We just... decided to skip it this time... but we do want this child!" He became a little excited, clasping his hands. "We really do!"

"I see." He really couldn't be annoyed or angry, he saw no reason to, simply... how would he say this? Nervous, for both Sword and Rocket. Not only were they fairly young, but the general public's reaction also wouldn't be so pleasant. Even so, he couldn't not help them, it simply wasn't a choice.

After some time of contemplating, he turned back to Sword. "Alright. I'll help you-" his words were cut off as Sword gave him a big, almost rib-crushing hug.

"Thank you thank you thank you!"

"It's- alright- Sword you're choking me-"

"Sorry!" He let go and Medkit breathed a sigh of relief. He patted his clothes down, reaching for the door. "Let's head back."

As they walked back, Sword waiting for the moment he'd break the news (though Medkit wouldn't know that), Medkit took the time to ask a few more questions.

"How far along is he?"

"4 months."

"You took quite long to tell me..."

"I didn't wanna bother you, sorry... and I haven't been seeing you that lately."

"That's alright, Boss simply gave me more workloads this year. Just remember to tell me as soon as you need something."

"Okay..."

"Next question. Who else knows besides me?"

"Well... Dad, Zuka, and Shuriken."

"Shuriken?"

"I ran into him while shopping for the baby a few days ago... then he confronted me earlier."

"He wasn't harsh, was he?"

"Of course not! He just wanted to know what was going on."

"As many demons would."

"Mhm..."

"How is Rocket doing?"

"Fine, mostly... but he's been bedridden, and he hates it."

"I'll have to attend to him as soon as possible."

They both reached the lobby, and Sword looked at the amount of people inside. There was a noticeable absence of a certain scientist and his robot assistant, but otherwise everyone else was there, including the idol brothers Flipside and some guests. Ghosdeeri was considered more than a guest as she kept record of every statistic and occurrence during phights, using her position to bring Traffic along as they chatted about anything and everything, while Coil most definitely brought Steampunk to the place as they laughed around with the rest of the Playground group. Shuriken and Vinestaff were discussing strategies should they ever team up (and some insults should they ever oppose each other), and Katana and Hyperlaser were silent on the couch like it was parallel play. Sword also took note of how Banhammer was missing, but he was probably somewhere around the building, doing whatever as he hated waiting idly.

He looked back at Medkit, who was nudging him towards Dom and Valk. Sword looked confused, raising his eyebrows before Medkit whispered to him.

"Ask them to get everyone's attention."

"Ah, alright."

Sword then walked towards the duo, who waved at him as he approached them.

"Hey Sword!" Valk greeted. "Need something?"

"Yeah, could you call everyone? I have an announcement." Sword answered.

"An announcement? Why, usually Meg and I do that!" Valk jokingly replied before getting smacked on the head by Dom. He then gestured towards Sword. "Of course we will."

"Could you not!?" Valk scoffed at him, clearing his throat.

He turned back to his cheery demeanor. "Mhm, that's what cousins do!"

Valk took a moment, pulling out his gear and checking it before voicing into the mic.

"Excuse me, excuse me, can I have everyone's attention!?"

The demons turned their head, some covering their ears and giving confused, annoyed glances at the three. Valk then nodded at Sword, who reciprocated. He stared, everyone was basically staring daggers into him, some looking more intrigued than others. He felt like he wanted to sink into a corner at that moment, a far cry from the usual confidence he felt in much bigger crowds. This time, he had no idea what their reactions would be.

But he had to tell them.

"Guys, you know how Rocket is... absent?"

Boombox spoke up. "Yeah, I'm worried for the dude! It's just not the same without him!"

"You mean his outbursts whenever he gets teamed up with us?" Skateboard commented, chuckling but stopped as Coil punched him on the arm.

"Come on guys! He's a little out there... from what I've seen... but things have been rather off since he left." Slingshot added, resting his chin on his arms, which were resting on the sofa.

"I do wonder where he's gone." Hyperlaser says, crossing his arms. "Despite his impulsiveness, we get along well during battle."

"So?" Scythe leaned back. "What's the hold'up?"

"So... so..." Sword scratched his neck. "It's alright guys, he's fine. He's with me."

"Oh, thank goodness!" Vinestaff exclaimed. "But still, what happened? Could you at least tell us?"

Shuriken said nothing, leaning forward, already knowing what he was going to tell.

"We- well- we're having a baby."

Immediately, the room became silent once more, as everyone took a second to register what they heard, and if what they heard was correct. Some were frozen in shock, covering their mouths, dropping their jaw or simply widening their eyes. Medkit and Shuriken changed the least, simply a little shaken from the shouting.

It felt cold, and tense, and suddenly Sword wanted to run out of the room, maybe cry. But he didn't, as another demon spoke up again.

"Ah, a child."

Mostly everyone turned to look at Katana, who didn't move an inch save for his mask-covered face. "Congratulations. I must advise, a child is a big responsibility, especially at your ages. You'd want all the help you can get, both physical and emotional.". While Hyperlaser didn't say anything, he nodded.

"YEAH! CONGRATS DUDE!" Boombox yelled happily, practically pouncing off his seat and hugging Sword.

"A- ha, thanks..."

"Yooo!" Skateboard quaked. "Did you hear that guys!?". By now, the demons have gone into chatter again, of course about the news.

"Uh huh." Coil nonchalantly replied. "I really am excited for them." he smirked, looking over at Steampunk in the meantime, earning a glare from Skateboard. It seemed that Steampunk didn't notice, however, as he was still covering his mouth.

"A... baby? There's gonna be a baby!?" he couldn't contain his excitement, nearly bursting into tears. "I'm so... I'm so happy for you two! Oh my gods!"

"There there..." Boombox went to comfort him next, letting go of Sword.

Sword sighed in relief, feeling like releasing a breath he didn't know he had. Most of the reception seemed positive, and gods was he thankful for that. He looked back at Dom and Valk, who still seemed dumbfounded by the announcement, before nodding.

Dom spoke first. "We understand if neither of you are able to participate for a while."

"Yep!" Valk put his mic away. "Also that you might not want the public to know about this. We'll just say you two took a hiatus for health reasons. Just... stay safe, alright?"

"I'll have Deeri put you guys on temporary leave."

Sword mouthed a "Thank you" before turning back. He caught the eye of Medkit, who also nodded. As Sword looked away, however, Scythe approached Medkit from behind, grasping his shoulder.

"Demons these days jus' can't keep their hands off each other."

"I'm sure you were also a rascal in your youth." Medkit shot back.

"Can' deny it... an' relax, 'kit! I'm happy for 'em like the rest! Maybe I'll even let off some workload off ya to care for 'em!"

"R- really?"

"Still considerin' it... oh boy, Broker an' I will have a lot to gossip about later..."

"Of course."

Slingshot happily rolled around on the couch, then sat up. "Finally, an excuse to try out some recipes for baby food!"

"Yep, you're focused on the food." Vinestaff snickered. "Ahh, I'm so excited!!"

Still, her curiosity wasn't satiated. She noticed how nonchalant Shuriken reacted, leaning onto him. "Did you know about this?"

Shuriken nodded. "I knew way back. I saw him back at the grocery, he was buying stuff for the baby."

"And you never told us?"

"I didn't know how! I didn't wanna make things worse!"

"Oh, so now you're assuming-"

"Guys, guys, stop!"

Slingshot raised his hand. "We can't argue now. We all found out regardless. So... are you guys planning on what to give yet?"

"It hasn't even been 10 minutes Sling!"

Ghosdeeri was busy jotting down all the information that came out, including reactions from the others. Traffic yawned, leaning onto her for support. "So, Deeri, heard em?"

"Indeed. Since it has been 4 months, 1 week, 3 days and 47 seconds since Rocket has been absent, I can only assume that is approximately how far along he is in his pregnancy." she remarked, writing away on her journal.

"How do we know he's the one carrying..?"

"He is the one absent from phights."

"Oh..." Traffic shrugged. "Makes sense."

"I do hope," she paused, seemingly stuck in what to write next. "I do hope that things go well for them." she said, jotting it down verbatim.

"Me too..."

A few large steps made its way into the lobby. "Wha's the commotion'?"

"Ah- hey Banhammer!"

"MORNIN'! So, I heard someone was having a baby?" he scanned around the room of demons staring at him. Finally, Sword raised his hand.

"That would be me. Rocket..."

"Oh, I alr'dy know! Har har, you just couldn't resist it!"

"Ban!" Sword's face flushed again, and he would've been ready to punch Banhammer if it wasn't for their obvious difference in strength and stature.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Anyways, want some advice? Don' let ya kid piss ya off! They should earn their elders' respect!"

"Thanks... but I'm not sure how that would apply for an infant."

"Not for when they're a bab, o' course! Still, never lettem get away with too much!"

"Uh huh." Sword did appreciate the advice, though he wasn't sure if a brute such as Banhammer was a reliable source. He stretched, then sighed once again. It went well, thankfully, even if his expectations were already at its lowest. He felt more confident now, as more came to him, congratulating him, asking questions, and simply talking to each other more in a way that he's never seen before, even in ground tournaments. It was an unexpected new support system he gained, but he was eternally grateful for it.

As the day continued, there would only be one phight for the entire day before the brothers would officially let Sword leave temporarily, and he'd drag Medkit to Da Shop, then greeting Rocket like he hasn't seen him in years.

Scythe, as she wanted, gossiped to Broker about today's events, though they didn't share it to any new clients or passersby, there'd be no reason to spread it around, would there? They'd get nothing in return, but at least they had something new to talk and laugh about over wine. Some of the rest of the demons would have passing discussion over it, most already planning to make and buy gifts for the couple, while others will give advice from their own experiences, or simply laughing lightheartedly from it.

---

"I told them, Rocket."

"Mmmhh..."

Rocket shifted uncomfortably on the bed, turning to face Sword who looked wide awake. "Sorry for waking you up. I know it's the middle of the night."

"Well... thank you for telling me..." he replied sleepily, yawning.

"It's okay. Most of them were happy for us."

"I'm glad. So that's why Medkit's here..."

"He's gonna stay with us until the baby arrives."

"Good..." Rocket placed his hand on his stomach, staring at it. "I wouldn't trust our child with anyone else."

Sword laughed. "Us both."

He snuggled closer to him, kissing his stomach, then his head, burying his face onto his neck.

"Love you. Goodnight."

"Love ya."

Notes:

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Chapter 5: impromptu baby shower

Notes:

GOOD MORNING GANGSTALICIOUS BRUTUS HERE

i am so, SO sorry for the really long wait. i wanted to finish this so bad but i was finishing school, then i had extreme demotivation, then health issues came up. i had really painful muscle spasms, then i was diagnosed with costochondritis (thankfully i believe it's no longer an issue for me), so as compensation, this chapter will be EXTRA long with povs of a few characters (not all cause i'm a lazy fuck)

thank you so much to my friends for helping me with suggestions and ideas for this and upcoming chapters!!

also, i'm not american so i don't use the... economy style? i don't think that anything above 5 bux is expensive.

i'm sorry to say that from this point, updates might be infrequent. i'm not the type to make an announcement chapter, just know that once i lock in and finish another part, i post it, you read it, i get clout. but seriously, please take this after my loooong absence!

Skateboard squinted as he scanned the shop, which what a rich demon would describe as 'run-down' but a luxury to Playgrounders, looking through racks of clothes that he wasn't sure were too clean. What was distracting him, in his eyes however, were Coil personally looking through every hanged cloth like he was simply window shopping. It was a rush of him bringing one or a set of them to Skateboard, only for around 98% of them to be swiftly rejected- the colors are damn ugly, the text print doesn't make any sense, and where the hell did you find that?

He can't shake of the feeling that Coil had deeper motivations for him. Ever since he fell for that yellow-orange himbo, and when he was there for Sword's announcements, he kept an extra eye on him, just in case. Like... he was more of a Chihuahua that would escape its leash when given the chance. Then again, he picked his own odd choices, such as a tiny leather jacket with a matching red shirt, just in case she wanted to embrace her father's roots. Not sure if said father will be proud of that one, but you never know.

It was a damn good thing you could buy 5 clothing items for only 50 bux. They bought 3 pairs, just in case.

"What's BB up to?" Coil asked nonchalantly as he held two shopping bags in his hand, after they nearly jumped each other before even going through the door over who should hold it ("You hold it! "Nah, you!").

Skateboard shrugged. "Probably making some music."

"For... the baby?"

"For the baby."

"Typical. You know, Steam's knitting tiny little baby-sized stuff. Like... smaller than his hands."

"Figured."

The shopping spree itself was spontaneous. After they overheard from Boombox, who in turn heard it from Slingshot that Sword and Rocket were planning a baby shower, they wasted no time. Rocket would probably be too tired to yell at them to scram when they approach the shop. They're doing him a favor! Skateboard would admit to himself, the Rocket he knew when they were both far too young and stupid, him always yelling at him to leave his 'territory', with Rocket sticking out his tongue before promptly blowing said territory up and running with the smoke as his distraction, were less than stellar, and when they met years later, during a match no less, he targeted him specifically. Well, more like they targeted each other. Still, it was the most adrenaline Skateboard had in months.

Not that Coil would understand. He arrived in Skateboard's life a little after Rocket left, so he didn't have much other than Skateboard's and his gang's words. It wasn't like he brought him up much, or ever. And seeing them bicker during intermissions in the lobby like they were lifelong enemies was kinda funny.

He wasn't sure if he was doing this out of guilt, obligation or something else. He wasn't even close to Sword as well, but from the few times they did interact, even as enemies, he was very sweet even if they played in opposite. Always so cheerful and noble acting, but you couldn't hate him. Not even Rocket could.

They'll just have to wait a few more days until the visit.

---

Vinestaff quickly got her hands and tools to work, looking carefully at the patterns and knots while looking like a professional to outsiders as she worked on her gift. There was no need to spend more money when you could make it yourself. After some discarded sketches and choosing the colors, calculating the size and how much materials she had to waste, she settled on a cute little crocheted strawberry hat. Cute and easy! Easy for her at least, it was one of the few crocheted items she frequently made, mostly as practice so that she wouldn't become rusty in her skills, to the point where a bunch of them filled her drawer. She didn't mind though, she wanted to make this one perfect!

As she got more yarn from beside her, Shuriken kicked the door open. Not too harshly where it nearly broke, he learned his lesson last time, not enough to startle Vinestaff either, but just enough where she looked up and gave a long sigh. "What do you want?"

"Uh, Vine... could you do me a favor?"

"Get on with it." Vinestaff looked back down and continued crocheting, this time the taps of her tools getting considerably louder.

Shuriken put his hands behind his back. "Well... you see... I haven't thought of any gifts yet, and I've been seeing you work on that for days, so I thought that it would be your gift, and I was wondering if-"

"What? I made this!"

"'Course ya did! I'm just saying... maybe we can share? I'm not even gonna say that I made it! I'll carry it-"

"You know I'm gonna carry it, and you'll hold the snacks." Vinestaff almost missed a loop but corrected it just in time.

"Duh! Emotional support!" Shuriken replied smugly. They both laughed.

Then, silence. Shuriken leaned a little on the doorway, but stopped himself from leaving, crossing his arms.

Vinestaff looked up at him. "What now?"

Shuriken shrugged as he clicked his tongue, toying with his gear. "You ever wonder... what kind of world the baby will grow up in?"

Vinestaff paused, almost feeling the weight of the yarn in her arms as she continued staring.

"I mean," Shuriken went on. "You make things bloom, I put on a mask and throw some sharp little knives, and the other things our friends do-" he looked back. "Not to mention the baby's parents."

"You can say their names you know." Vinestaff deadpanned.

"Psssh, yeah. Sword 'n Rocket. You and I agree that they both somehow... clicked right? But... I don't know if I sound negative or weird for this, but..." Shuriken stared at the little ninja stars, a part of the metal almost showing his reflection like it was mocking him, "what if it's not enough?"

Vinestaff didn't answer right away. She carefully set her hook down her lap, looking at the nearly finished hat.

Then, she sighed. "I think about it every time I loop a stitch." she said. "But maybe... that's why we keep going. Living. And why I keep making the hat anyway." She slowly and carefully made another loop as if it was the most precious thing in the world. "Even if the world's messy. Even if we think it's not enough."

Shuriken looked down, spinning his star by the hole in the middle before suddenly throwing it at a target practice that was set up in their bedroom. He didn't really know why he did that... maybe to show relief? Release some pent-up frustration? He still felt guilty for finding and confronting Sword that time, which may have inadvertently made Sword confess to the whole group... but he didn't know how Sword really felt about that. He just hoped they'd be able to talk again. Apologize maybe.

He finally spoke up. "I get it."

Vinestaff hummed a little as she went back to her task. "Sometimes, we make soft things in a hard world."

"Sounds like something you'd put on a sign."

"Maybe I will. Write it on a wooden board and hang it in front of my garden. Really makes you think." She laughed.

Shuriken pushed off the doorframe at last, walking across the room and sitting beside her, trailing his fingers through the green yarn.

"...I can hold it for you if you want." He said.

And she let him.

---

The kitchen of Katana's home was modest, organized, if a bit traditional, smelling faintly of incense and green tea. That was until Slingshot invaded it by knocking on the door that morning, hands full of plastic and paper bags, muttering about how Katana's house was nearer than the cafe and his own house. Pots clanged, steam rose from a lidded pot and the smell of something sweet, maybe desserts, maybe glazed yams, drifted around the rest of the house.

Slingshot moved like, well, a cat, moving back and forth from the stove to the prep counter, muttering under his breath about timing, eyeing the ingredients, checking the temperature and most importantly, fussing over the presentation. Flour and cocoa dusted his sleeves, and something was sizzling too aggressively in a pan. He tuned it all out like it was second nature. He didn't even wipe the sweat from his brow.

Behind him, Katana moved with quiet precision, his sleeves tied back, a knife cutting through vegetables with calm, practiced strokes. He had long since taken over the chopping of ingredients, finding it more efficient and less bothersome to assist than try to stop the chaos.

"Thanks again for letting me use your kitchen." Slingshot said, not looking up. "You know how I get about prep space. And none of the cats in the cafe can be trusted around food."

Katana, only looking up for a second, nodded once, setting another row of neatly sliced carrots aside. "It's fine."

This time, Slingshot glanced at him. "Oh, and thanks for helping. Seriously."

"You seemed in need of still hands." Katana replied as he cleaned his knife with a cloth in one smooth motion.

"Yeah, well... the baby shower's tomorrow, from what I could confirm. I gotta get everything right. Every dish- perfect. I still have to pack it all, label it, remember which is for who, that nothing is too hot or cold and- ugh, the pickled eggs! No way I forgot about that!" Slingshot immediately went to tending to whatever needed fixing. He spun around, checked the pot, the oven, adjusted the temperature, and all that.

Meanwhile, Katana placed the last of the cut vegetables in a bowl, still calm as ever. "You act as though the world will end if the food is late."

Slingshot turned at him, face and apron dusted with more flour and sweat, arm full of kitchen towels. "Didn't you once say something about how time's always slipping away from you because you're getting old?"

Silence. Under the mask, Katana's brow lifted faintly. "Even I know when to be calm."

Slingshot blinked. "That's not very reassuring." He absentmindedly cleaned his face with one of the towels.

Katana leaned slightly on the counter. "It's not meant to be."

"Haaahh...." Slingshot sighed. They both stood and stared at one another, one still panting, the other as still as stone. Then, Slingshot let out a huff. A laugh.

"Alright then, Master Zen. You keep slicing in silence. I'll keep yelling about the eggs."

Katana inclined his head, turning back to the cutting board. "Very well."

And so, in the peaceful rhythm of knife on wood and whatever chaotic bustle Slingshot was up to, the meal... gifts, really, were slowly but surely coming together.

---

Windforce was busy reading. Something of rarity on her end, since she was usually either going on a chaotic rampage, yelling at the servants to do better (for training), or thinking about going on a chaotic rampage, this time, high above the mortal realm where she couldn't be bothered by the likes of them, the goddess lounged on her throne. For once, she wasn't sharpening her blade or setting something on fire for fun. She was holding an old book Firebrand insisted she read instead of causing a flash flood again, and she is trying to do as he said, but it was clear her attention wasn't staying for long.

SLAM!

The heavy doors of the castle slammed open. In came Banhammer- sweating under his armor, some steam rising from the gaps, as he walked in like he owned the place, which he did live in occasionally, storming in like a boulder launched from a catapult.

"Momma."

Windforce's eyes flickered on him once as she turned a page. "What is it? Warden job keeping you up again?"

Banhammer panted. "Yes- No- Well, yes. Prisoners are a pain in the ass, as always. But that's not what I'm here for."

He paced in front of her throne like a wild beast, as Windforce, one leg up an armrest while caring less about what she was reading by the second but still tried to focus on it.

"Did you know that Sword- my cousin, your nephew- knocked someone up?"

That got her attention. She snapped the book shut with one hand as she fixed her position.

"...Huh." She paused. "Good for him."

Banhammer blinked. With all four eyes. "That's all you can say?"

"What else? It's not the first time in the family." She leaned her head on her arm. "Demons never waste their time these days..."

"Yeah, well... I haven't told anyone else yet. Uncle 'Brand's little pipsqueaks and probably Uncle Venomshank know, but for the others, don't think so. It's their thing to announce."

Windforce noodled approvingly. "That's rare restraint from you. You growing up on me?"

"Don't push it." Banhammer grunted.

Windforce waved a hand. "So, what are you here for if not to scream about your cousin's questionable mating habits?"

Banhammer paused, scratching his head. It wasn't like he was going to complain about who got with who, it was not his business. "I dunno, momma. Thought I'd ask what you did to raise me as a baby. You know. For ideas on what advice to give 'em."

"Oh, that." Her grin widened. And sharpened. "If I can remember..." she tapped her chin. "I taught you reflexes. Mostly small ones. Like... tossing you into lava. You cried for a bit, then learned to swim afterwards. "

Banhammer stared. "...Thanks, momma."

She snickered as she stood up from her throne, walking toward him and gave his forearm a loving slap that echoed like thunder. "I always say this, but look how much you've grown now. I built you right."

He rubbed the spot. "Yeah.. anyway, the baby shower's tomorrow."

She raised an eyebrow under her armor. "And?"

"Momma, do I really gotta go? I got work the same day."

Windforce scoffed. "You're family. Of course you do." She crossed her arms. "And you'll bring a gift. Something meaningful. Thoughtful. You congratulate your cousin, his partner, and smile."

Banhammer groaned. "Fiiine. What do I even bring as a gift? Or anything?"

"You're an adult. Decide for yourself."

Later that day, he pushed open the creaky door of his old bedroom in the castle. One that was more like a storage for old things since he rarely visited. On the wall, hung at a slight tilt, was a giant sword, the size of a grown mortal. He swung it around like a toy when he was six. He lifted it from the wall with one hand, turned it over, and grinned.

"Yeah." he muttered. "This'll do."

Somewhere, Windforce raised an eyebrow at him, even if they were both out of mind, out of sight. "Better wrap that thing properly."

---

It's already the next day.

Sword rested his head on the kitchen table as Medkit sat down across from him, coffee in hand before setting it on the table. Medkit looked at him, tilting his head.

"What's got you so stressed?"

"Uh..." Sword looked at him, those strange old puppy eyes staring back even if he didn't mean to enable them. "Nothing."

"You're bad at hiding your emotions. Also, you did cry last night."

"I know!" He raised his head up, then slammed his elbows on the table as he held his head. "I cried cause... well... this whole thing..."

Medkit nodded once, sipping his coffee. It was bitter like the taste of regret, but it's not like he had any this time. "I know. Being a father. It's overwhelming."

"Not just that..." His expression became dreamy as he stared from the doorway, looking at Rocket who was fast asleep on the touch, a blanket tossed over him as he held his bump. It was still quite small for 5 months, but noticeable. "I'm just... really happy too. With Rocket and all. I wouldn't dream of having a family with anyone else but him."

"Hmm. Young love." Medkit ripped open another small packet of coffee powder and poured it directly into his mug, not even bothering to mix it.

"Do you... even taste anything from that?"

"No. It's just my preference. Also, you should eat something by now."

"Slingshot said he was gonna bring food! I don't wanna not eat it just cause I already ate something."

"Well, if he doesn't come knocking right now, I will-"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

"...There we go." Medkit stared at the door as an array of colorful horns could be seen.

Rocket, who was probably cursed with being a light sleeper since his pregnancy, scrunched his eye as he opened one and rubbed it. "What..." he muttered before falling asleep again.

Sword immediately stood up and ran to the front door as he yelled. "I got it!"

As he opened the door, familiar faces waves back at him. Some with smiles, others shuffling more awkwardly. There was Skateboard, Coil, Boombox, Slingshot, Katana, Shuriken, Dom and Valk. Vinestaff was the one in front of everyone. "Mind if we come in?"

"Of course!" Sword tried his best to be as friendly and welcoming as possible, but the fact that the house looked the same as ever, minus a few ribbons and other decor, worried him. "Sorry it looks like the shop hasn't changed. Because nothing changed. It's not really a baby shower, I just called it one..."

"It's fine dude." Skateboard waved off. "I think most of us just came in to drop off our gifts... and a lot of us just met on the way."

"...Everyone?" Dom asked.

Boombox nodded. "Everyone!"

"..Well, I don't think Hyperlaser or Scythe are coming. And Banhammer's probably late." Shuriken shrugged.

Coil stepped in. "I didn't. This annoying fuck dragged me out after Steam and I were trying to-"

Skateboard immediately slapped his hand on Coil's mouth, making Coil make an annoyed "mmfh!" sound.

"WE DON'T NEED TO KNOW THAT!" Skateboard nervously laughed. "A- and Steampunk's not here yet! He said he's gonna be coming later because of schedule conflicts!"

Slingshot raised the plastic bags that were in his arms. "Anyway!" He beamed. "Tana and I spent the entirety of yesterday morning cooking these!" He shoved some of the plastic bags into Sword's own arms, which he tried to take without spilling everything.

"O- oh! Thank you!" Sword replied. As he turned back, he called. "Medkit! Rocket! They're here!"

Medkit didn't move from the kitchen, probably still drinking his bitter-ass coffee. "Later. Behave yourselves."

"Duh!" Valk said. He looked around a bit. "...If you don't mind me asking, where's Rocket?"

Shuriken clapped his shoulder. "Yeah! The man himself!"

"Ah!" Sword clapped his hands together, the food forgotten on one of the tables. "He's right behind me!"

"Eh?"

"I'm gonna have to wake him up though..." Sword walked over to the couches, kneeling in front of the one facing its back on everyone else. "Hey, they're here." He whispered, gently shaking him by the shoulder. Rocket stirred.

Eventually, Rocket got up, his head popping into view, with a bedhead and no goggles, looking like he hasn't slept a day in his life while also like he's been sleeping 24/7. He squinted still, the silhouettes of the visitors coming into view. He abruptly sat up and gripped the backrest like it personally offended him as he sent what seemed like a death glare to everyone else.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Dude, hostile already!?" Skateboard threw his hands up. "What do you think we're gonna do!? Jump you!?"

Boombox put a hand on his shoulder, putting his arms down. "Relax man, he's pregnant. It's probably mood swings. We've been warned!"

"I mean," Shuriken tried to diffuse the situation, as if he wasn't already inching towards the door. "Rocket does know that Sword told us. Right Sword!"

"Mhm!" Sword confirmed, giving a thumbs up. "Just... give him time!"

Vinestaff approached them, calm as ever. "Hey Rocket," she started. "It's okay. Do you want to lie back down?" she said, voice serene but not patronizing. "You don't have to sit up just yet."

Rocket stared and blinked, too tired to yell now, but still keeping that stare. Vinestaff had that charm that was just genuine. "Okay." He sat more properly, still facing the others.

"Excuse me." Katana spoke up since he arrived. "Do you mind if I also sit down?"

Rocket stared for a bit... then nodded.

Coil cracked his knuckles. "Yo, can I also sit? I'm absolutely beat!"

"Coil!" Skateboard whisper-shouted to him.

Regardless, some of them sat on the couch opposite to where Rocket was, while the rest scattered. Katana was one of them, giving a tired sigh while sipping tea from under his mask, while Shuriken sat on the armrest, spinning his gear with his fingers. The rest scattered on the floor and other nearby cushions. Slingshot was already trying to get them to eat. Sword especially. The trio of Playgrounders were arguing over who got the better gift ("You just sent them a lullaby playlist, BB!" "Well at least I got taste! The clothes ya'll bought for the baby are too big!" "They're perfectly sized, thank you very much! And I even bought sunglasses!"). Dom and Valk were discussing something in the corner.

Katana set his tea on the coffee table before adjusting his throat. "I only come with words of advice. Do forgive me if... that does not suit your needs."

Rocket tilted his head. "Go on."

"Very well." he started. "When you have a baby, the most important thing is to listen. A child's cry is not an attack. It is a request. Listen not with the ears, but with patience. You will figure out their needs eventually."

Rocket raised his eyebrow a little. "I'll take note of that."

"Good." He continued. "You will not always have the right words to comfort them. Hold them instead. That is often more than enough."

"Mmm." Rocket still stared, but he listened. "I'm just worried... I don't look like most parent. I'm scarred, and I don't look like how you expect a mother to look. I'm not even a woman. And I'm scared of messing up." He stared down, at his flat chest, his rounded belly, the contrast of it all.

Katana stayed silent for a few seconds, then crossed his arms. "When you feel shame of your past, remember that your child will not see you as who you were. They will see you as who you are now. And scars do not keep you from being gentle. I have learned this... many times with my blade."

Rocket looked to the side, still somber, but nodded once again. "Thank you. I really needed to hear that."

Katana simply lowered his head as he adjusted his mask. He pulled out a small letter from inside his robes, handing it to him. "Hyperlaser could not visit, but he wished for me to pass this onto you and Sword."

Rocket took the letter in his hands and opened it. It was an informal letter that went straight to the point.

To Sword and Rocket, I don't have time to sugarcoat everything, so I won't.

• The world is hard. This is not news. What matters is that you make it soft for them.
• Sleeping when the baby sleeps is a lie. But rest when you can. Be smart and compromise.
• Get a sling. Keep your hands free while doing everything else. Babies like listening to heartbeats.
• They'll scream and cry. You'll think you're failing. You're not.

Be there for them. This is most important.

-Hyperlaser

Rocket skimmed the letter before keeping it in his pocket. "Thanks again." he whispered.

Meanwhile, Vinestaff still decided to take matters into her own hands, so she left for a bit to head to the kitchen, seeing Medkit on his phone, looking annoyed, though he always looked like that, texting someone on his phone. Probably his 'boss'. He looked up a little when Vinestaff walked in.

"Good morning."

"Hello to you too, Medkit! Wanna join us?"

"Hmm... I'll join later."

"..Mmm, alright." She looked around the kitchen for a bit, spotting a cup and filling it with water from the fridge. "You might as well come out eventually to check on Rocket."

"I will."

Vinestaff eventually returned, still smiling at Rocket. She offered to adjust a throw pillow that he lied down on, still holding onto his stomach as she offered the drink to him and sat down. "You don't have to talk much if you don't want to. Everyone's just excited, that's all."

"More than me, apparently." he muttered.

"That's okay. You're doing so well."

Rocket blinked again, still alert, but he begrudgingly took the drink.

"...They're weird." he whispered.

Vinestaff laughed softly. "They are. But they're all here for you."

Rocket glanced around, Sword chatting up with Slingshot as Boombox, Skateboard and Slingshot tried to have a group photo with Dom and Valk, who looked very alarmed, well Dom looked alarmed, Valk was already posing, and Rocket finally let out a quiet-

"Fine."

She smiled. "That's the spirit."

---

A little while later, another knock came in. Big, loud ones.

"Come in!" Sword yelled.

In came a familiar, giant, orange silhouette. "Hey guys!" Steampunk greeted, wearing a casual orange hoodie and baggy jeans. He was holding a gift box of his own. "Am I late?"

"Nothing's happening, so you're fine!" Boombox answered.

"Good! Cause, well... I got something for you. If you don't mind."

Rocket was trying very hard to not fall asleep again. "Very thoughtful."

Vinestaff waved it off. "He's just tired. Be gentle!"

"Of course, of course!" Steampunk set the gift down on the table. Coil, nearby, looked like he was trying his hardest to not jump out at him... or maybe the others were just holding him back.

"HEY STEAM! HOW WERE YOU!? DO YOU WANNA-" he was interrupted by Skateboard putting his hand on his mouth again while restraining his other hand. Even so, he whispered loud and fast under his breath. "He made a baby blanket! Do you see how big his hands are? How did he even knit with those-"

"S- so! What did you got for them?" Skateboard interrupted, smiling awkwardly at Steampunk. Boombox gave him finger guns.

Steampunk shrugged, looking a little concerned. "You don't gotta tie him up y'know." He immediately shifted his focus on giving the gift to Sword, who took it and nodded with a little thanks. "It's just... something I knitted. I hope the baby likes the color purple." He finished, cheeks flushed.

"Hey, I also knitted something for them!" Vinestaff said, looking up in delight. "We should exchange tips next time!"

"Ooh, I'd love that!"

Slingshot already pulled out another loaded plate, handing it over to Steampunk. "Eat first! I didn't cook all this for nothing!"

Steampunk took the food without question. "Thanks, cat!"

Dom and Valk approached the group, still looking like they didn't know how to... exist. Which seemed strange for such high-profile celebrities who radiated confidence wherever they went.

"Sorry we didn't speak much, we were just discussing how to..." Valk started, then trail off. He smiled nervously. "...come up with scandals."

"...Say what?" Shuriken asked.

Dom nodded in confirmation. "To explain Sword and Rocket's absence from the tournaments... or to distract the press. We have loads of ideas." He started listing things with his fingers. "We might stage a rivalry with another idol group, a rivalry with our previous management... that's for us. The best ones we have so far for you guys is that you're doing secret training in the mountains of Thieves' Den. Or that you're off hunting a rival clan."

Rocket, still curled on the couch, narrowed his eyes. "...We just had a baby."

"Yup!" Valk beamed.

Dom rolled his eyes as he approached, handing over a full envelope. "Yeah, well..." Sword almost dropped the envelope from how heavy it was. "We also decided to give you this. It's... a lot of money."

Sword opened the flap, seeing the fat stack of cash in it. "...This is enough to buy out my entire house. Not that dad would let it be sold."

The brothers bowed slightly. "That's kind of the idea!" Valk said.

Just as things were finally softening again, blankets exchanged, food eaten, theories about the baby, and more scandal ideas thrown around, the front door thudded one last time. The visitor didn't care to knock, instead slamming the door open.

"MORNIN'!"

Banhammer stomped in like a one-demon earthquake, arms visibly flexing as he carried a comically massive, ornate sword over one shoulder. "Bought my old training sword. It builds character!"

Everyone stopped, some looking like they're scared of being shattered like marble if they dared move. Banhammer didn't notice- or care- as he dropped the sword on the floor, producing a reverberating, sharp sound.

At that very moment, Medkit walked out of the kitchen with a new mug of coffee and took one look at the weapon, its jagged metal glinting almost mockingly against the other gifts.

He sighed. Something long and deep from the soul.

So long, in fact, that he had to steady himself against the wall. "...I'm going to pretend I never saw that."

"Are... you okay Meds?" Sword asked, concerned that he'd pass out.

Banhammer blinked under his blindfold. "What? It's sentimental. You're lucky I'm giving you anything at all!"

Rocket groaned from the couch. "You guys are going to give me heartburn."

"Too late." Medkit muttered.

Before anyone could say anything, a slam of the door from upstairs, along with hurried footsteps, could be heard, before another demon stepped into view from the hallway. Zuka looked bewildered, panting, trying to keep his beret from falling, and clearly not expected to see his living room so crowded. He took one look at the scene- the food, the loud chatter, the bizzare cast of characters filling every corner of the room- and just stared. His expression blank, and his soul clearly leaving his body. He gave a long, show inhale.

"Good gods."

Medkit sipped his coffee while looking at the ceiling, steadying himself. "That woke him up."

"Aha, Zuka!" Sword raised a hand, sheepishly grinning. "Sorry we didn't wake you up for the baby shower."

"You call this a baby shower?" Zuka muttered, eyeing the sword.

Medkit, with no ounce of pity, added, "In our defense, it started off... manageable."

Valk cheerfully waved at him. "You're here now, though! Come on, celebrate with us! It's about your grandchild, after all!"

Zuka blinked. "I liked my peace."

Slingshot shrugged from the couch, balancing a plate on one knee with a fork in his mouth. "Yeah, well, peace is overrated."

Zuka gave a final sigh and muttered something that was hard to distinguish between sarcasm and actual complaining as he sat on the couch beside Rocket, who cracked one eye open and snorted. Zuka still looked annoyed, but when Shuriken shyly handed him a cup of something warm, and Vinestaff tried to put a party hat on top of his beret, he didn't swat them away.

He simply muttered, "You better help us clean up after this. Ridiculous."

Most of them nodded. "We'll clean up, we promise!"

Rocket sat up and gave a sleepy smile as he leaned into him, joined by Sword who sat next to Rocket, hugging him while patting his belly. "You're still here." Rocket said.

Zuka grunted. But he stayed.

Because this was family.

Notes:

i wanted to add another part at the end but it's almost 4am, i started writing this at 7pm and i wanna cry so bad

also unrelated but i got into block tales back in june and i'm loving toxichero so expect another pregnancy fic (the player is the pregnant one) soon... or never... i don't have a fetish i'm just making what a lot of readers probably wanted to read i'm just a deliverer :angel: