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It's no surprise that myths and legends endure. Stories from millenia ago that have survived time and entropy become magical in their own right, inspiring countless generations to tell them again and again. From creation myths, to tales of daring heroes and terrifying monsters. Gods and demons, saints and tricksters. A tapestry of characters to inspire and forewarn in equal measure. And for those who live in the mystical world, they act as a technicolour history and lessons for the future. But these myths do have some flaws. Take the creation myths for example. The actions of a goddess creating all life are always grand and fantastical. But when a myth describes such creation with no measure of effort or time, it’s hard to get a sense of just how miraculous those actions are. And how difficult they might be to replicate. But when you’re a legendary hero of Chinese myth and you want to do something much smaller like, say, create a stone egg infused with the energies of you and your mate, it's easy to say “How hard can this be?”
Which was a question that Sun Wukong started to regret more and more. He thought that he and Macaque had looked into this enough. They spoke to Tang, Princess Iron Fan, Wukong even snuck in a sneaky chat with Guanyin for good measure. And they were following all the advice diligently. The two of them had spent weeks discussing how they wanted this new child to be. Agreed on every detail, from the colour of the fur to the shape of the face mask to the number of ears it would have. If they would favour one parent’s powers over the other, or be a perfect blend of Chaos like Xiaotian. Everything discussed, argued, and agreed on. So that when it came to combining their energies and they tried to manifest their new baby, they would be on the same page. Picturing the same thing. And it would be that little bit more likely to succeed.
The two of them had even designed the stone egg together, with Macaque picking the stone this time. They shaped it together, Wukong holding the stone strong while Macaque carved in swirls and clouds with his shadows. And they empowered it together. Every day they would go up to the peak where Wukong’s own stone was, gather their power and channel it into the small egg. Making sure to not overpower each other, to give the right amount of energy. The dream of their child vivid in their minds as they both focused. Every day, for weeks. For months. All with no sign of the stone changing in any way. With no sign that the egg was bringing their little dream to life.
Macaque, as always, was being rational. Was being calm and measured. Would remind both Wukong and himself that mystical magics like this can take time to work and get right. And that for all they knew, the stone was working. They just needed to be patient. Most days the reminder was needed and appreciated. But as time went on with no sign that the stone egg was doing anything, it was getting harder for Wukong to keep his hopes up. And on those days Macaque’s words grated. Wukong knew that they needed to be patient. And he knew patience, he was the Great Sage Equal to Heaven after all. But he also knew magic. And so when he looked at the stone with his Golden Vision he knew that it hadn’t worked yet. After so many months, the stone was still just a stone. And he would give his magic and sanity every day for 5 thousand years if that’s what it took, but that didn’t stop it from hurting every time he looked at that stone and his spark of hope died again. He said as much to Macaque, in a quiet and calm voice, and in anger and pain when he shouted it across the mountain. And he said it again when the situation started to truly get to him, the stress of their plan not working giving Wukong bouts of nausea for days at a time.
So, how hard could it be to make a stone egg that would give you a second child? Hard enough to require at least six months of toil with no success and make you sick from stress.
This was all swirling as a miasma in Wukong’s mind as he curled up in the bathroom again. As the now daily nausea woke him up again and demanded he empty his guts before the day had truly started. He was still half asleep, shivering against the shock of puking and the cold of the bathroom floor, grimacing at the taste of bile in his mouth. Drained in a way he hadn’t felt in centuries, and so tired he was tempted to fall asleep leaning against the toilet bowl. At least he would be close if anymore bile came out.
‘Peaches?’
He hadn’t noticed Macaque’s approach, but suddenly his hand was on Wukong’s shoulder, slowly coaxing him to sit and lean against the wall. A glass of cool water was pressed to his lips, which Wukong sipped at gratefully. He slowly blinked his eyes open to look up at his mate. Macaque was only slightly more awake than him, watching him with worry etched over his face.
‘Mornin’ Plum,’ Wukong whispered, giving him a tired smile.
Macaque’s worry didn’t shift as his keen eye scanned over Wukong. He shuffled in closer, letting Wukong lean on his shoulder. Wukong hummed happily, closing his eyes as he curled into Macaque’s soft pajamas. Macaque’s paw began to run through his mane, making Wukong trill sleepily. Even with the cold hard bathroom floor under them, Wukong could swear he could fall asleep like this.
‘We need to talk about this,’ Macaque said.
Wukong sighed, turning his face to hide in Macaque’s chest. ‘Later. Sleep now.’
Macaque swallowed, watching his mate with a growing concern. ‘We can’t keep putting this off.’
‘Mac please,’ Wukong said. ‘I need to sleep.’
‘I know, that’s my worry,’ Macaque said. ‘This has been going on for two weeks now. You can’t keep doing this.’
‘Well what do you suggest?’ Wukong grumbled. ‘And if you say I need to stop stressing, I’m going to hit you.’
Macaque hesitated. Long enough for Wukong’s eyes to snap open, turning to look up at him. ‘Maybe we should hit pause. On the new kid thing.’
All the air left Wukong’s lungs at once, as his heart plummeted to the floor. ‘What?’ Wukong said, his voice too quiet. ‘Wait, no, Plum…’
‘I’m not saying we abandon the plan completely,’ Macaque said. ‘But right now, something isn’t working right. And it’s hurting you.’
Wukong shook his head, tears springing in his eyes. ‘No. No, we’re not giving up. I can handle it, whatever this stupid stress is. I’ll work it out. We can’t give up on the egg. Please Plum, I-’
‘We’re not giving up,’ Macaque said. ‘We just need to take a step back. Rethink our plan. Work out why the stone isn’t working. And you need to actually be able to sleep without this stress making you sick.’ Wukong wilted, his face creasing as the tears began to fall. Macaque sighed, reaching up to cradle Wukong’s face in his hand. ‘Please don’t cry, Peaches.’
‘I’m sorry,’ Wukong whispered. He wiped at his eyes, trying to choke down the tears and failing. ‘I…I just don’t want to be the reason why this doesn’t work.’
‘Hey,’ Macaque said, ‘There’s two of us here, remember? I’m not blaming you for a second. But, if I have to choose between you pushing through and making yourself worse, and waiting a little while longer so I can have a healthy mate and a healthy cub? I know which one I’d rather have.’
Wukong sniffed, leaning into Macaque’s form. He felt Macaque brush a kiss against his temple, wrapping him up in a soft hug that had him melting. ‘I still feel bad,’ Wukong whimpered.
‘Well don’t,’ Macaque said. ‘I’m not saying this to make you feel guilty. I’m saying this because I don’t want to see you suffering.’
‘I can handle it.’
‘You shouldn’t have to,’ Macaque said, firmer now. Wukong fell silent, his lip trembling as Macaque squeezed him tighter. They sat silently, Macaque rocking the two of them slightly as Wukong sniffled, wrapping his tail around his mate.
‘Plum?’ Wukong said quietly. Macaque hummed, making Wukong glance up at him. ‘I love you.’
Macaque chuckled slightly, ‘I love you too, you idiot.’ Wukong whimpered, making Macaque roll his eyes affectionately. ‘Seriously? Since when does calling you an idiot make you cry?’
‘It doesn’t,’ Wukong said, his voice thick with unshed tears. ‘And I’m not crying.’
Macaque thought for a moment. ‘Is it because I said I love you?’ Wukong whined again, his tail tightening around Macaque. Who only laughed in response. ‘Really? Is it that easy?’
‘Shurrup.’
‘You are such an idiot.’
‘It’s just nice to hear you say it, okay?’
‘I literally married you,’ Macaque said.
‘So?’
Macaque snorted, ‘You’re unbelievable.’
‘Hey, be nice to me,’ Wukong pouted. ‘It’s been a long day and I’m sick.’
‘It’s morning,’ Macaque said, ‘we haven’t even had breakfast yet.’
‘I know,’ Wukong whined, ‘that makes it worse!’ Macaque rolled his eyes again, pulling Wukong closer so he could pick him up. Wukong wrapped himself around Macaque, clinging to him with all his limbs, while Macaque headed back into the bedroom.
It was easy to get Wukong wrapped up in the blankets, his eyes closed as sleep threatened to take him again. It was, however, much harder to get him to loosen his grip on Macaque. ‘Wukong,’ Macaque said affectionately, ‘I want to get breakfast.’
‘No,’ Wukong mumbled, his hold tightening. ‘Comfy.’
‘Good for you, but I’m hungry.’ Wukong held firm, making Macaque sigh, ‘Alright, five minutes.’
‘An hour.’
‘Fifteen minutes, final offer.’
Wukong pouted. ‘Then I need a kiss before I go to sleep.’
‘I’m not kissing you until you’ve brushed your teeth.’ Wukong whined again, prompting Macaque to call him a baby as he planted a kiss on Wukong’s forehead.
Wukong screwed up his face, ‘No, I want to kiss you.’ Macaque offered his cheek, and Wukong leaned up to press his lips to his face. Once, twice, three times, before wrapping Macaque in a tighter hug and pulling him back onto the bed.
‘Oh come on!’ Macaque said. Wukong didn’t respond, except to smile smugly and snuggle into Macaque’s chest. Macaque’s hand returned to his mane, making Wukong hum slightly as he sank into the pillows, sleep gripping him again. ‘Fine,’ Macaque said, moving the blankets so he could lie down properly next to Wukong again, watching as his breathing slowed and he sank back into a peaceful sleep. ‘Just so you know, you owe me when you’re feeling better.’
The sun was high in the sky when Wukong finally stirred again. Slowly, taking the moment to grumble at the heaviness of sleep still clinging to him. He thankfully had no nausea for once, but he was still so tired. It was so tempting to roll over and snooze the day away, breakfast be damned.
‘Morning Baba.’
The voice had Wukong bolting upright, staring at the grinning monkey curled up at the bottom of the bed. ‘Xiaotian!’ MK grinned, moving forward to tackle Wukong back into the sheets with a hug while Wukong laughed. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘Mama said you were feeling sick again,’ MK said. ‘So I wanted to check in. See if I can help?’
Wukong gave him a warm smile as his heart fluttered in his chest. ‘I’m okay kid. Macaque needs to stop worrying too much, that’s all.’
MK frowned slightly, ‘So you haven’t got that stomach bug again?’
‘It’s not a stomach bug,’ Wukong said. ‘It’s just…stress messing me up. That’s all.’
MK didn’t look convinced, but thought better than to argue. Instead he sat up, poking Wukong with his tail. ‘What’s got you so stressed then?’
Wukong sighed, ‘It’s nothing for you to worry about.’
‘I disagree,’ MK said. ‘It’s making you sick, so now it has to deal with me.’ Wukong laughed at that as MK grinned, ‘So, what is it? Is Heaven making rumbles about something? Is there a demon trying to encroach on the mountain? Did someone steal all the peaches?’
There was a chuckle from the door, and the two monkeys turned to see Macaque watching them. ‘If only it was that simple,’ Macaque said. Wukong rolled his eyes as Macaque climbed onto the bed, joining in the cuddle so that MK was in the middle. ‘We’re having some trouble with the magic for the stone egg.’
‘Oh,’ MK said, looking between the two of them. ‘Uh…that’s not really something I can help with, is it?’
‘Fraid not,’ Macaque said. ‘At least, not directly.’
‘Besides, you don’t need to,’ Wukong said. ‘You just worry about your training, okay bud?’ MK nodded, making Wukong smile in relief. ‘Good. Alright, now move. I’m starving.’
MK and Macaque both followed Wukong as he made a beeline for the kitchen, digging through a large fruit bowl Macaque had left out that morning. He grabbed the three biggest mangos in the bowl, using a claw to slice open the skin of the first and peel it open before he even had a chance to sit down on the couch. When he did though, he spotted MK’s perplexed look. ‘What’s up?’
‘Mangos?’ MK said. ‘I was joking about the stolen peaches, was I onto something?’
Macaque sighed, as Wukong bit into the yellow-gold fruit. ‘Not quite. But since Wukong’s had this sickness-’
‘It’s just stress!’ Wukong said, the words muffled by the food in his mouth.
‘...Since the stress started, Wukong’s not been able to stomach them.’
MK’s jaw dropped in shock, as he looked at Wukong. ‘Seriously?’
Wukong nodded, ‘Yeah. Two weeks of no peaches, I’m about to go insane.’
‘What’s wrong with them?’ MK asked. ‘And, is it just fresh peaches? Or all peach related products.’
‘I think it’s the smell,’ Wukong said. ‘The second I catch that delicious peachy smell? My stomach just turns.’
‘Is it a curse?’ MK asked.
Macaque shook his head, ‘Not one we can find. It’s only peaches, any other food he can eat. Although, he now has a new favourite.’
Wukong glared over the half destroyed mango, before peeling back more of the rind to gnaw at. MK blinked, his eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. ‘Wait, so instead of being obsessed with peaches, he’s now obsessed with mangos?’ Macaque nodded, and MK watched Wukong with a thoughtful expression. ‘When did that start?’
‘A week or two ago,’ Wukong mumbled.
MK’s eyes widened as the realisation hit him. ‘Wait, the same time as the stress-sick thing?’ Wukong nodded, and MK spluttered. ‘Wait, hang on. What else?’ Macaque looked at him perplexed, while Wukong watched him in confusion. ‘This sick thing, has anything else been happening to you since it started?’
‘Uh,’ Wukong started, ‘I’m tired more often. But that’s probably because I can’t sleep when this stupid nausea thing hits.’
‘He’s been more emotional too,’ Macaque said.
‘What? No I haven’t!’
‘You teared up yesterday because one of the monkeys gave you a flower,’ Macaque smirked.
‘I did no such thing,’ Wukong said. ‘There was just some sand in my eye. Besides, it was a really pretty flower.’
MK was staring at Wukong, his mouth working with no sound coming out. Macaque frowned at MK, ‘Xiaotian? What’s wrong?’
‘I…’ MK looked between Macaque and Wukong. ‘I’m probably wrong. Jumping to conclusions. I don’t know.’
‘About what?’
MK swallowed, looking back at Wukong. ‘Well…uh…those symptoms sound familiar.’
‘Wait, really?’ Wukong said. ‘For what?’
MK flushed all the way down his neck, his fur ruffling in agitation as his tail swished. He mumbled something so quietly that not even Macaque picked it up, making him even redder when he squeezed his eyes shut. ‘For being pregnant.’
The silence in the room was palpable. Heavy even, as MK squinted through one eye. Macaque was staring at him, utterly stunned, while Wukong had dropped the remains of his mango in shock. MK swallowed, cringing against the silence as he watched Wukong. ‘Baba?’
Wukong blinked. And then snorted. He rolled back on the couch, holding his stomach as a full belly laugh shook through him. ‘Oh my stars!’ Wukong gasped. ‘That’s a good one, kid.’
MK watched him nervously. ‘I’m not joking.’
‘Oh come on,’ Wukong said. ‘I’m not pregnant.’
MK held up his hand, counting on his fingers one by one as he started to speak. ‘People who are pregnant can get new food cravings, which can also stop them from liking things they normally love. They can get morning sickness, although it doesn’t just happen in the morning. They can have mood swings, be more tired, certain body parts can cramp or be more tender.’ He glanced at Wukong, watching his humour fade quickly. ‘Again, I might be wrong. It could be something else. But…well…’
‘How do you know all that?’ Macaque said.
‘Dad made me learn,’ MK said. ‘Just in case. First when I was in high school, and then again after the Courtnapping.’
‘Wait, what?’ Wukong said.
MK jumped in panic. ‘Wait, no, Red Son and I aren’t planning anything like that. We’re nowhere near close to ready. We are at the slow fun dating stage and that is perfect. It’s just in case, you know?’ He laughed nervously, looking between his parents. ‘But enough about me.’
Macaque looked at Wukong, then back at MK. ‘What you described…it does line up.’
‘It can’t be that though,’ Wukong said. ‘I mean…without going into detail,’ he blushed, along with Macaque, ‘nothing about that part of our relationship has been different. Why now?’
‘Maybe you manifested it?’ MK said. ‘Or, again, I could be wrong!’
‘Well, is there a way to prove it one way or another?’ Macaque asked.
MK clapped his hands together, jumping on the spot. ‘Yes! There’s a test. Super easy, takes like two minutes. I can go get some.’
Wukong sighed, running a hand through his hair. ‘Yeah…yeah that would be great, bud.’
MK nodded, bolting for the door while promising to be back before lunch. The door bounced as he ran off, the whistle of his nimbus taking off at impossible speeds back to the city. Only when it was silent did Wukong slump, looking over at Macaque. ‘Well…I wasn’t expecting that.’
Macaque moved to sit on the couch, settling into the cushions as Wukong wrapped all his limbs around him. ‘If he’s right,’ Macaque said, ‘what do we do?’
Wukong was quiet, resting his head on Macaque’s shoulder. ‘I…I don’t want to think about that question yet.’
‘Wukong…’
‘No,’ Wukong said. ‘If I get it in my head that he could be right, and then this test thing says he’s not, then it’s just going to be the egg all over again.’
Macaque pulled a face, ‘Okay, but…we chose to try the stone egg for a reason. If the test-’
‘Plum. I mean it.’
Macaque pursed his lips, ‘This isn’t something we can just wait and see what happens. We need to make a plan.’
‘I know,’ Wukong said. ‘So we’ll make a plan when we know for sure what we’re dealing with. But until then, no questions about being pregnant or anything like that. Please.’
Macaque clearly wanted to disagree, but he didn’t. Despite all his instincts wanting to make a plan and work out the options. Instead he leaned into Wukong’s warmth, entwining their tails together. Wukong thanked him with a flurry of kisses to the side of his face, which Macaque accepted happily. They could both feel the tension between them, but neither one of them could say anything to break it. Instead they just held each other tighter, trying to focus on each other instead of what was going to happen when their son returned.
‘What am I meant to do with this thing?’
Wukong was staring at the offending test, holding the thin plastic device like it was going to bite him. Macaque had gotten his paws on the instructions, reading them intently while MK looked up from the bag of supplies. ‘You pee on it.’
Wukong only looked more confused, while Macaque cleared his throat. ‘It says there’s a part with a cap on, which is what the sample needs to go on.’
Wukong carefully tugged off the cap, glaring at the small flat stick. ‘This feels like it's asking me to make a mess.’
‘I think it also works if you dip it in a cup,’ Macaque said, not looking up from the instructions.
Wukong let out a heavy breath, putting the test back together before grabbing the rest of the box. ‘Well, I’m glad you grabbed more than one, kid.’
MK laughed nervously, ‘Yeah. Also, some people like to do the test more than once. Just in case, ya know?’
‘Alright,’ Wukong said, ‘let's get this over with then.’ He snatched the instructions from Macaque and scurried to the bathroom.
‘Do you need some help?’ Macaque asked.
‘I’m good! This feels like a solo mission anyway,’ Wukong said, laughing nervously as he threw a flashy smile over his shoulder and his tail slammed the door behind him.
In the silence of Wukong’s departure Macaque immediately slumped, staring at the door with a multitude of emotions. Worry, fear, hope that he refused to acknowledge until he knew how Wukong felt about this, and guilt. All of which made him look forlorn as he stood frozen in place. That was, until MK got his attention.
‘Mama?’ He looked over at his son, and the small but warm smile he was wearing. ‘It will be okay.’ He fiddled with the bag again, pulling out a bottle to show him. ‘The pharmacist helped me pick out some other things, to help with the nausea and stuff. Want to see?’
The pharmacist had truly gone all out. Remedies to help with nausea and sleep, painkillers, even some heat pads. MK had even stopped by another shop to grab some more mango flavoured snacks to try. Seeing all of them both settled one set of anxieties and created a bunch of new ones that threatened to make him spiral. He looked at one of the bottles of pills, feeling the cloud descending over him begin to darken.
‘Want to talk about it?’ MK said. Macaque sighed, but otherwise made no move to speak, making MK dither. ‘Okay. Well…can I talk about it?’ Macaque nodded, looking at MK as his nervous smile began to dim. ‘Do you know if Baba is going to be happy about this? Or not?’
‘I genuinely don’t know,’ Macaque said. ‘When we first discussed having another kid, Wukong said he preferred the idea of the stone egg. He didn’t fully clarify why but…well, I assumed the reason was obvious.’
MK nodded, ‘Yeah. It’s a big thing to consider. Being pregnant. I genuinely don’t know how I feel about it for myself.’
‘Right,’ Macaque said. ‘But then the stone egg hasn’t worked yet. And he’s taking that really hard. So…I just don’t know where his head is at.’
‘What about you?’ MK said.
Macaque looked at the bathroom again, his ears twitched at the sound of pacing feet on the tile. ‘I wouldn’t want to make him go through this if he didn’t want to. Honestly, I don’t care how we get a baby. It could be born from a stone, a cloud, a person, I wouldn’t want it or love it any less. No matter what, it would be ours. So…I’ll follow Wukong’s lead. Just as soon as he lets me know what it is.’
MK chuckled, ‘We’re going to be stuck waiting and then immediately be left scrambling after Baba, aren’t we?’
As if on cue, a sudden thud sounded from the bathroom. They both looked up in alarm in time for the door to blast open, a golden blur appearing and tackling Macaque before the door could even finish swinging open.
‘Wukong?’ Macaque rasped, ‘I still need to breathe.’
Wukong only squeezed tighter, burying his face in Macaque’s shoulder. His tail was twitching manically, and the test was poking out of a single fist. MK gently tugged at the test, easing it out of Wukong’s grip to check the result. ‘Pregnant,’ MK whispered, tears immediately springing to his eyes. ‘Baba’s pregnant.’
It felt wrong for one word, especially a word that was whispered, to sound so loud. But it echoed, deafening and heavy, making Macaque tremble under its weight. ‘Wukong,’ he said quietly, moving to gently grip Wukong’s shoulders. ‘Peaches, look at me?’
Wukong pulled back slowly. Not too far, he was still very much wrapped around Macaque. But he moved enough that Macaque could see the silent tears streaking down his face, the quivering lip, how Wukong stared at him just as intently. And then Wukong let out a noise, a little like a hiccup. A little like a laugh. His mouth curled as his brow creased, and a hand covered his mouth as a half laugh half sob slipped out.
‘Wukong?’
‘We’re having a baby,’ Wukong whispered, the awe palpable in his voice. ‘We’re going to have a baby.’
Macaque held his breath, watching Wukong with worry. He had a thousand questions, so many things he wanted to say right now. Questions about what Wukong wanted, what he was thinking and feeling. But all of them died on his tongue as he held his mate, feeling him trembling in his arms. He didn’t know what to say. Where to begin.
‘Baba?’ Both of them looked up at MK, watching Wukong with the same worry that Macaque was feeling, unshed tears gathering in his eyes. ‘Is this good news?’
Wukong laughed wetly, reaching out to drag MK into the hug. ‘Of course it is.’
‘Are you sure?’ Macaque said. Wukong faltered, only now noticing that Macaque wasn’t smiling. ‘Wukong…are you sure you want to go through with this?’
‘What?’ Wukong said. ‘With a baby? Yes, a thousand times yes. Wasn’t that obvious?’
‘I mean being pregnant,’ Macaque said. Wukong sucked in a shaky breath, making Macaque sigh. ‘It’s not what we planned. And if you would rather go with the original plan, then…then we can do that instead.’
Wukong stared at him, his expression unreadable, even as more tears fell. Finally though he shook his head. ‘No. No, we’re doing this.’
‘Peaches, please. You said-’
‘I know what I said,’ Wukong said. ‘But forget all that. The stone egg isn’t working. It might take centuries to get it to work. And I’m pregnant now. That’s, what, months?’ He faltered at that. ‘How long are monkeys pregnant for? Wait, how long are demons pregnant for?’
‘This is what I mean,’ Macaque said. ‘It’s not just waiting for the baby to appear. It’s being pregnant. That means more sickness, and longer without being able to eat peaches. And you’re a unique creature. We don’t know how exactly it will work for you, how painful this might be, how long it will take.’
‘But at the end of it,’ MK said, ‘there’s only one way the baby’s coming out. Well…two. But both are intense.’
Wukong swallowed that, looking at the two of them. His eyes wandered to the test MK was still holding, thinking intently. Macaque leaned in to nuzzle against him, pressing a kiss against his temple that made Wukong shudder and come out of his thoughts. ‘Whatever we choose to do, you’re going to be here right?’
‘Absolutely,’ Macaque said.
‘We’re family,’ MK said. ‘We’ll always be there for each other, no matter what. Right?’
Wukong smiled, nodding at them. ‘Good. That makes this easy then.’ He took the test from MK, looking at the result again with a now soft smile, before meeting Macaque’s eyes. ‘As far as I’m concerned, there’s only one choice here.’
Macaque let out a shuddering breath, ‘Are you sure?’
Wukong gave a toothy grin, leaning his forehead against Macaque’s, ‘You know me, I never back down from a challenge.’
Tears finally sprung in Macaque’s eyes as he looked at Wukong in wonder. ‘You’re keeping it…we’re going to have a baby?’
‘Yeah we are!’ Wukong pulled Macaque into a hug, unable to stop the grin plastered on his face. MK dived into the hug as well, chattering in delight as Wukong laughed.
Macaque gripped Wukong tightly, trying to breath through the waves of tears now shaking through him. ‘We’re having a baby,’ he whispered. He pressed a kiss to Wukong’s cheek, making him giggle. ‘Thank you, thank you Peaches.’
Wukong closed his eyes, nuzzling into Macaque and MK’s joint warmth. He knew that he should be more worried about this. And maybe at some point he will admit just how terrified he felt. But right now he could only be excited. Right now, with his mate and his son in his arms, all he could feel was love.