Do The Evolution 2 : Baby Boogaloo

by Blueyedgurl

Summary:

Phillip wakes up to a change in the air.

Notes:

Alright, I couldn't leave them alone and just want to write Phillip being a walking and talking jungle gym.

Most of this will be Phillip's POV but he is worried about Fran's pregnancy and the risks that come with it which his thoughts are explicit about. So probably not safe to read if you're triggered by pregnancy until later chapters. (Guestimating chapter 4)

Chapter 1

Phillip’s running, spear in hand. The grass is tall and plentiful but still green as it brushes against his skin. The sky is clear and he can hear the footfalls of his brothers behind him. The snows will be a while yet, they’re hunting for small game, something just big enough to feed the village without waste. He halts, catching his breath and raising his nose to the wind. Deer? Boar? No, something else. There’s the tang of sweetness to it, like the ripest summer fruit. 

 

“Frannie,” he whispers, jolting awake. The room is dark and he can hear Fran’s and Man’unt’s soft snores. He sits up and rubs the dream from his eyes. It felt so real, the whipping grass, the warm sun. He swallows thickly, missing the camaraderie of his family, the thrill of the hunt, the scent of fire. It’s too late to wake Fran and it would be nonsensical to call Rey like he is some child in need of its mother. But that sweet smell still lingers in the air and he sniffs, following the scent until he’s snuffling into the blankets, to his mate. 

 

His eyes go wide with realization, Wendy’s scent had changed too, right before growing big with her moon season. He grins, gently lowers his hand to Fran’s belly and lays down against the pillow. He nuzzles her shoulder and she sighs, mumbles sleepily, and rolls onto her side. He scoots behind her, cradling her body with his, resting his hand gently on her belly. He wonders if she knows, if she can feel the changes.

 

**Some Weeks Earlier**

 

“Tight?” He asks, pulling gently at her elbows.

 

“What?” She asks, half dazed from her orgasm.

 

“Hold tight,” he tells her, standing up on the mattress. They'd gotten a new frame one with beams that go across the top. He’s already tested it to make sure it's sturdy enough. So he doesn’t hesitate to grab onto the top beam with one hand, making sure Fran is secured before grabbing the other.

 

“Phillip, what are you doing?” She mumbles against his neck as he begins to swing.

 

Her body tenses and he uses it as a chance to give himself more leverage.

 

Fran squeaks, another swing and he's able to get his foot over the beam that lays about midway down the bed, it's the perfect placement to hook his knees over.

 

“No, no, no,” Frannie stutters, squeezing him tightly as he begins to sway. The position they’re currently in doesn't afford much movement inside of her but he likes the way she holds on. 

 

“Safe, Frannie. Won’t drop you,” he huffs, hoping to reassure her. He’s strong and capable and it’s fun to do on his own, why not with her. 

 

“Phillip,” she huffs, wet channel clenching around his cock. He grunts, rolls his hips. 

 

She relaxes just enough to push herself up and look him in the face. “You’re a feral man, do you know that?” 

 

He grins, chomping his teeth at her as he flexes his hips. 

 

She gasps, clearly affected by the movement. “If I fall and break my neck you’re going to have to convince the police it was an accident.”

 

He’s not quite sure what that last part means, his brain is too distracted with how she feels as she sits up just enough to reach out for the beam that runs along the side of the bed. Phillip grunts, rocks his body so Fran sways on top of him. 

 

She whimpers, no doubt because she’s clenching around him so tightly where they’re joined. 

 

“Deep,” she huffs, her other palm pressing against his chest. He grunts, adjusts his grip for the change in weight and begins to rock again. 

 

Frannie opens up like a flower at dawn. Always closed off at first until she realizes it’s safe for her to be open. It’s that which excites him more than the little movements along his cock as she grinds and chases her pleasure. 

 

He grunts his encouragement, pleasure building, her slick dripping down his crack onto the mattress below. He bites his lip to hold back, wanting her to have another peak before he fills her up with his own pleasure. 

 

“Yes, yes,” he encourages, watching that little wrinkle in her brow pinch together then shift as her jaw goes slack. Her walls flutter around his length as her body jerks and spasms and with a shout he’s following, filling her with hot sticky fluid that always makes her clench just a little more around him. 

 

Panting he tells her to hold on before lowering them back down to the mattress. His softened cock slips free of her as he does and he can feel his spend dripping down his thighs. He settles her onto her back, perching on his elbow to look down at her.  He kisses her forehead and moves to go get her something to clean up with but she grips his arm to keep him in bed. He settles down next to her, his head resting on her chest, listening as her heartbeat slows.

 

***

 

Phillip’s up early, not unusual, but he’s nervous. Early enough that Man’unt refuses to get out of bed with him so he goes on his morning run alone. His mind races with things they’ll need, a harness to carry the baby, clothing. He has no doubt that Fran can get these things, he’s seen baby sized clothes, and babies traveling in big clunky baskets, but he knows he can provide too. 

He knows Fran will need to eat more, sleep more and as he thinks about it perhaps that is why Man’unt has been under her feet so much lately.

 

Phillip grins as he pauses to give a quick glance at the shells left behind by the retreating waves. Man’unt has proven to be a faithful companion, even opening up to play with Rose’s kids. Phillip finds a long bone of what is probably a wolf, maybe a coyote, and carries it to the house. It is a fortunate find on the morning of such a discovery, something that he can carve into and trade for what Frannie calls money. 

 

He’s yet to figure the trade of it, especially with as abundant as food and goods have the tendency to be. This world, at times, is safer, less harsh, but oh how there are things that do not make sense to him and it makes him worry. Having a baby is dangerous work, being a baby even more so but he is more than capable of protecting them in the house or out, whatever shall come their way.

 

He sets up on making breakfast when he returns, meat and eggs which he carries to the bedroom to feed his mate. However, Fran's happy surprise is clouded by her fleeing the bed and promptly getting sick in the bathroom, Man’unt hot on her heels. 

 

He frowns at the tray, retreats with it back to the kitchen and decides to make her tea. 

 

“Sorry about that,” she says when she pads into the kitchen.

 

Her arms wrap around his middle as she presses against his back and he turns just enough to tuck her against his chest and press his lips to her hair. 

 

“It's the start of your moon,” his hand lowers to her belly. “It will pass.” His mother was a prolific healer and was always happy to share her wisdom with whoever would listen. 

 

Fran pulls back and frowns up at him. Her eyes go wide and her hand raises to cover her mouth. For a moment he thinks she's going to be sick again.

 

“I'm late. I didn't even–” she glances away. “How did you know?” 

 

“You smell different,” he sniffs the air, that scent still there. It’s strange that she can’t smell it too. She grimaces like she ate something sour. He shrugs, feeling inexplicably guilty. 

 

“Do I smell bad?”

 

Phillip grins and shakes his head. “Sweet.”

 

“I should still take a test to be sure.” 

 

He tilts his head, eyes flicking over her before reaching for the pot he made her tea in. She presses her lips together, worry creasing her brow.

 

“Do you want kids?” She asks, staring hard into her steaming mug that he’s set on the counter.

 

“Yes.” It’s an easy answer but he can’t help but voice his worry. “Moon phase is unpredictable.” He wonders what will happen if something happens to her and he pushes the fear down the best he can. Life is unpredictable and with it so is death. 

 

Fran nods, as if she knows, as if it can be difficult and dangerous in this world as well. She sucks in a breath and thankfully she looks up at him again, appearing a little more hopeful than she had. It’s relieving. 

 

After her tea and the flavorless crackers she insists on keeping in the cupboard, she leaves for a while. Phillip takes the opportunity to look over the house, looking for potential dangers and weak spots. He’d done it when they first moved in but a child would change things, creating their own kinds of dangers once they were mobile. He’d had practice with children from his village but his own would be different. 

 

He was about to go check his supplies, see what he has of wood and leather to make anything they might need but is interrupted by Fran returning home. He greets her at the door, taking the small bag from her with a kiss. 

 

He frowns at the contents, he’s not certain everything in this world will ever make complete sense to him. She plucks one of the small boxes out of the bag and heads straight towards the bathroom. He follows her and she makes him wait outside while she relieves himself. He hears the toilet flush and he barges inside, watching every move she makes as something clicks in her hand and she sets it on the counter. 

 

“Could have knocked you know,” she chides him. 

 

He points at the stick. 

 

“It’s a pregnancy test, you pee on it… It tells you if you’re pregnant or not, although the box said the best results are in the—” She picks up the stick and her eyes go round. 

 

He eagerly watches and waits, uncertain what the little rosy lines mean. 

 

“Pregnant. We’re pregnant,” she mumbles. 

 

He frowns. He’s heard that word but not understood it fully. 

 

“Baby,” she says with a nod, her brows knitted together. 

 

He beams as he wraps her up and kisses her cheek. She relaxes and he knows she’s going to worry, he’ll have to find a way to relieve her of it. 

Chapter 2

Summary:

Phillip has a worry

“Phillip, I have to leave for that meeting. Where are my keys?” Fran calls through the house. It's been two weeks since she confirmed they're having a baby and the first time she's leaving the house without him, that isn’t just to run an errand or go talk to Rose. 

 

Phillip is currently pouting in the hall closet, keys in his fist after she told him he has to stay home.

 

“Phillip, you can't go into work with me. The drive isn't that long, but if you make me lose this–”

 

Her tone is becoming angry so bitterly he relents. He even dressed for the day, bag ready to go.

 

“You can't go, what will you do all day? It's supposed to rain for most of it.” That crease between her brow is visible so he knows he’s crossing a line but can’t help but want to push it further. Phillip swallows the impulse to do something drastic and hands her the keys

 

Fran sighs in relief but still looks stormy. “Thank you. I'll be home for a late dinner, but still dinner. I'll call when I'm leaving, okay?” 

 

His shoulders drop and he nods and Fran gives him a kiss on the cheek before heading to the door. Phillip watches her go, itching to follow her anyways. He wishes he had Judd or Wendy to talk to, they’d understand him. He looks at the clock, looking at the arms and how they fit around the blue color that means it’s okay to call Rey.

 

“Why the long face?” She asks when she gets on the call. 

 

Phillip huffs. “Fran had to go to a meeting. Where we used to live.” 

 

“Ah. Has she had to do that before?” The question helps him to relax, she’s not chiding. 

 

“Yes. Every few weeks or so.”

 

“So, why so troubled now?” 

 

Phillip chews on his cheek. “We're going to have a baby.”

 

Rey smiles brightly. “Congratulations.” 

 

The smile that started to spread across Phillip’s face falters. 

 

“You're worried,” Rey says knowingly matching his seriousness. “About anything in particular?”

 

“Sick. Hurt…” Everything, he doesn't say. 

 

Rey hums. “Medicine is better here. But something tells me that it's bigger than that “

 

“How will I provide for them?” he asks. He’s had these worries with Fran in the beginning, but a baby is different. It feels like there’ll be an imbalance. 

 

“By doing what you already do.” 

 

Silence stretches and Phillip struggles to meet Rey’s gaze. 

 

“You're worried she'll die.”

 

He sucks in a breath. 

 

“Those things happen less now.”

 

“But they still happen.” He says what she doesn’t. 

 

Rey’s face is serious. “Yes, nothing is guaranteed. It's important she go to the doctor and make sure she and the baby are healthy.”

 

“And if they're not?” his chest tightens with uncertainty of the future.

 

“Then we'll help you, all of you. You're not alone. We can move there or you can move here, all three of you.”

 

“It's a small family,” he says with a furrowed brow. He realizes that he misses his siblings, the whole village full of life and love as much as they all squabbled. 

 

“But it's family all the same,” Rey reminds him. “She picked you. It's written in the stars.”

 

Phillip is comforted by the fates and what they promise. He himself should be dead, yet he is in this place and he's found Rey who's just like him in so many ways. Why would the stars bring him here only to torment him? 

 

He nods, feeling more certain. “Fa, Rey.”

 

“Fa, Phillip.”

 

With that they hang up and Phillip starts preparing for Fran's return.  

 

He plans dinner and does most of the chores, laundry is still a mystery but he can wash dishes and clean the bathroom. Sweeping is not so different here. He vacuums and pulls apart the bed to put on clean sheets (he even makes sure they match). He combs the beach with Man’unt, finding a few pieces of sea glass before returning to help Rose with moving her patio furniture outside.  

 

Then he goes inside and takes a shower before fixing dinner, a hearty vegetable soup that Fran likes, taking into consideration that the scent of meat has been making her sick. He hasn't quite perfected making bread so he grabs a tube of dough that Fran gets for him to make, wincing as he presses the line until it pops open. 

 

He hears the garage door and Man’unt’s nails on the wood floor as he goes to greet Fran at the door. He's been looking for her all day, not used to her being gone so long.

 

Phillip washes his hands before following, taking Fran's bag as she comes in the door looking tired.

 

He kisses her cheek.

 

“Sorry,” he tells her. Worried that her visible exhaustion is because of him.

 

She loops her finger in the waistband of the cloth wrapped around his hips and he obeys, staying close to kiss her forehead as he wraps an arm around her and lets her rest her head on his chest.

 

“Smells good,” she mumbles.

 

“Soup.”

 

She pulls back and kisses his chin. He kisses her nose and lets her disappear into the bedroom while he finishes dinner. 

 

She comes out in pajamas and a robe and they sit at the table to eat. 

 

“Rey texted me, explained why you were upset this morning,” Fran says with a glance up at him. 

 

Phillip frowns. He loves Rey but she seems to have the motherly sense to meddle without permission. 

 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think about that,” Fran tells him solemnly. 

 

He glances up at her. “You not worry?”

 

Her lips press together. “I do… but differently, I think.”

 

Phillip tilts his head.

 

“I worry that I’m going to be a terrible mom. That I won’t connect with them, like I didn’t connect with mine. That they’ll like you better because you're fun,” she says, the corner of her mouth lifting a little. It relieves him. “I appreciate you worrying for me… and them. That you want us safe and healthy. Thank you.”

 

Phillip inhales and the tension he’s been carrying all day shifts. 

 

“But we need to find a different way. I know you can’t always find the words but we can try, or you can tell Rey.”

 

Phillip grunts and finally starts to dig into his soup. He likes the new spoons that he made, more like boats than the silver spoons Fran has in the silverware drawer. He’s proud that she is eating from one too. 

 

“Fa,” Phillip tells her. 

 

She smiles and it reminds him that they’re okay, this is just a season of their life, much like when he first showed up in her apartment.  “Fa.”

 

They finish eating and he lets her load the dishwasher the way she likes while he takes Man’unt out for his evening walk. He doesn't take long, cutting it short so he can go find Fran who's sitting on the couch with her numbers book. He flops down on the couch, resting his head in her lap. She scribbles a little bit more before setting down her book and pen, her fingers combing through his hair instead of remaining idle. 

 

“Tell me,” she says. 

 

“Worry about you sick, or baby sick,” he admits after having let his thoughts linger. 

 

“I have a doctor’s appointment next month and we’ll go look at the baby, okay?”

 

He tilts his head and sits up to see her properly. “Look?” He’s certain he misunderstands. 

 

“They’ll take pictures.”

 

Phillip snorts thinking she’s joking before that overprotective feeling rears up and he scowls. 

 

“No, not like those pictures.” Fran sighs and shakes her head. “They’ll look funny to you probably. Here,” she says, pulling out her phone. She types something in and pulls up a video before turning it so they can both watch. 

 

He sees a woman lying on a hospital bed, a big TV next to her and what Phillip assumes is a doctor sitting next to her. He watches as something that looks sort of like a remote is rubbed over the woman’s belly, the tv coming to life with a swirl of orange. He can make out legs and a face, the thumping of what must be the heartbeat that comes over the speakers. 

 

“Pictures,” he says in awe. “Now? We go?” He wants to experience what this magic must be. 

 

“Next month. The baby needs to get a little bigger.”

 

He grunts his disappointment and kisses Fran on the cheek before kissing her mouth. She tastes like mint and he hums, deepening the kiss until her fingers are tangled in his hair again. His fingers roam over her calf as his nose nudges her jaw so he can kiss down her neck. 

 

Fran hums a sigh and he can’t help but grin against her skin. He breathes in, she smells good and he’s half tempted to eat her out here but knows she probably wants to be comfortable in their bed after a long day. He snakes an arm under her legs and another behind her back and lifts her off the couch to carry her to bed. 

 

She sinks into pillows and blankets when he lays her down, Man’unt giving a tired groan from his bed in the corner of the room. Fran chuckles, pulling Phillip down into the bed with her. She’s become more bold since the beginning, pulling on his hair and digging her fingers into his shoulders, grinding her hips against him. 

 

He like it, so as her body warms and opens to him he greedily accepts and takes more, his tongue delving into her entrance, lapping at her arousal. He shoves a pillow under her hips to keep her comfortable, not wanting her body to experience any sort of strain. Still she rocks her hips against his face, the curls on her mound tickling his nose and clinging to his lips. She comes with a shout and a gush against his tongue which he laps up, inserting two fingers to push for another climax. She tries to pull him away by his hair but he knows if he’s insistent enough the overstimulation will cease.

 

He groans when her body relaxes, just before she continues rolling her hips. His cock is hard between his legs and he thrusts against the mattress to relieve some of the pressure. His lips suck on that firm bundle that makes her cry out, flicking his tongue over it as his fingers press against the soft place inside that makes her clench. 

 

He growls and grunts, letting her know he likes this, that this is pleasurable for him as his scalp stings with the force of her fingers pulling, as if she could make him a part of her. 

 

She comes again, her body twisting as her muscles flex, her walls pulsing around his fingers. He wastes no time crawling up the bed, her body still shivering as he lines his cock up with her dripping hole. 

 

She’s still clenching, gasping and shaking as he thrusts inside of her. She’s hot and warm and all his. His. His. His. He presses his forehead to hers, her heavy lidded gaze meeting his as he rolls his hips, hitching her leg up so he can get deeper. 

 

It’s not frantic but it is a little desperate as he realizes that she’s filled with a shared life. That he’ll have a family all his own. That he can pass on the traditions and the knowledge that was passed down to him. 

 

He lowers himself to his elbows, cupping the back of Fran’s head with his palm and tucking his other hand under her back as he grinds into her. It’s not a lot of friction but it feels good to be this close, to be so deep with the way her body continues to squeeze around his cock in pleasure. 

 

“Fa, fa, fa,” he whispers, kissing her nose, her cheeks, and her mouth until he’s burying his face in her neck to meet his own climax. They’re sweaty and sated, Phillip panting as his cock twitches deep within her until he softens and pulls away. 

 

He helps her clean up and tucks her under the covers, after kissing her belly, then kisses her lips. Tomorrow will be a much better day. 

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of Do the Evolution Universe