What About Babies?
"Thomas?" Loki asked in a small voice. "Can you come in here?"
"What'd you need, Lo?" Tom asked, poking his head into the bathroom as he made the bed.
The god held out a long, thin, white plastic stick with a shaky hand. "H-here," he was nearly pushing it into Tom's hand as if it were hot and his hand were burning.
EPT, Tom read at the bottom. There were two pink lines at the top. He stared dumbly until realization hit. "Lo, are...you. You're...I mean..."
"Pregnant, Thomas, yes. I'm pregnant. That explains the mood swings I've been having lately,"
"Not to mention the increased appetite," he winked, rubbing Loki's belly, drawing a purr from the god's lips. "You've been pregnant with a food baby for months now,"
"It's a good thing, too!" Loki said solemnly. "Babies needs lots of food to grow,"
"They do," Tom nodded in agreement.
"So...you're...you're not angry?
Tom felt his chest tighten at the question and swallowed hard against the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. "How could you ask me that?" he asked, hurt.
"I'm so sorry, Tom. I'm just feeling very insecure suddenly,"
Tom was quiet for a long time before answering. "You're not the only one who feels insecure in this relationship sometimes, Lo,"
"Why?" Loki asked, laying a hand on Tom's cheek.
The mortal closed his eyes, willing the tears not to spill. "I just...get scared sometimes. Serious relationships...they just never seem to work out for me," he finished with a shaky breath.
"How about instead of you just taking care of me, then, we take care of each other?" Loki suggested. It was the most thoughtful thing Tom had ever heard him say.
"You've got yourself a deal," he whispered, pressing his forehead to the god's as Loki kissed him tenderly.
Tom moaned as the trickster broke the kiss abruptly. "Then chop-chop, Thomas, my belly will not fill itself, and it's quite empty,"
"Meet me in the kitchen, sweetheart, I'll be in there as soon as I finish the bed,"