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It’s actually Dante and Vergil who first realize it when you and Nero visit them at the main office.
The bell over the front door rings pleasantly as the two of you enter, looking to see where the brothers are at. Nero heads to check upstairs as you head to the kitchen to put away the treats you brought. Dante’s favorite pizza rolls end up on the counter while Vergil’s blueberry matcha cheesecake bars end up on the top shelf of the upsettingly empty fridge. You purse your lips at the sight, making a note to make Nero drag one of them out to get them groceries. Two grown half-demons cannot subsist on takeout and beer alone. You shut the fridge door gently, shaking your head as you do. With a quick glance into the cupboards, you confirm the twins haven’t bothered to get groceries for at least a month.
“Found ‘em!” Nero calls down the stairs as he bounds down them and back into the main room of the office. “They were busy training, but the promise of Sunshine brand baked goods is too much to resist.”
“Damn right!” Dante agrees, making a beeline to the kitchen with barely a greeting.
Vergil is more collected as he shakes his head in response to Dante’s one-track mind. He briefly pauses to thank you for the treats, his words and posture still overly formal. He tilts his head slightly with a muscle twitching in his cheek as he stands in front of you, a divergence from every time you’ve met prior. You don’t dwell on it for long as he does eventually give into the temptation of baked goods.
“Nero, could you please take Vergil out to get groceries while we’re here? They haven’t restocked in at least a month.” You ask, resting a gentle hand on his arm.
“Of course, Sunshine.” He smiles back down at you before following his father and uncle into the kitchen.
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After Dante and Vergil have had their fill of their respective treats, Nero takes Vergil with him to get groceries with your list in hand. Dante wanders back into the main room, noticing you sitting on the dilapidated leather couch absorbed in your phone.
“So, I guess congratulations are in order, Sunshine.” He starts, sitting at the other end of the couch.
“Huh? What for?” You ask, pausing in your reply to Kettle-Bell and lowering your phone.
Dante just looks at you and gestures vaguely in your direction. As your confusion continues, he laughs.
“Has Nero really not noticed yet?” He manages between giggles. “Your scent is different, Sunshine.”
“Different how, Dante?” You ask as his obtuse comment doesn’t make anything clearer.
“Different as in you’re pregnant, Sunshine. Little Nero really is his father’s son.” Dante finally explains, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“But I…” You trail off, brows furrowing as you pull up your tracking app. Your eyes widen as you realize you should’ve started bleeding last week. “No, really? It had to have been…” A vivid scarlet flush rises in your cheeks as you realize the most likely culprit in timing: Nero’s heat.
Dante’s giggles morph into genuine laughter as he watches you come to grips with the situation. “Like I said, congratulations, Sunshine.”
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Nero pushes their cart through the aisles, checking the list now and again as he goes. Vergil walks just a few paces behind, selecting items as instructed. It’s not until they’re about done with the list Sunshine made that Vergil speaks.
“So, will you two continue to live above Sunshine’s bakery?” He asks, pulling two boxes of pasta from a shelf and dropping them in the cart.
“Uh, yeah?” Nero replies, looking up from the list at his father.
“Is there really space for that though? Is it even safe given her business is just below you?” Vergil asks, fixing him with a piercing look.
Nero sets the list in the cart, turning to better face Vergil. “What are you talking about? Space for what?”
“For a child, for its needs, obviously.” Vergil answers with a slight tilt of his head.
“Why would you ask about that? Sunshine and I aren’t planning to have kids just yet.” Nero feels as confused as he’s sure he looks.
“But she is pregnant. Have you not noticed the change in her scent? I noticed as soon as Dante and I came downstairs this afternoon.” Vergil’s face is as unreadable as ever.
“Her scent has been a little different, but I just thought it was…” He trails off, cheeks turning pink. He looks pointedly back at his father. “You’re sure that’s what it is? It couldn’t be anything else?”
“Yes, I’m certain, Nero. Your mate is pregnant.” Vergil replies, grabbing the last thing on the list from the shelf opposite them and dropping it into the cart.
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You jump to your feet as the front door opens. Vergil is the first one to come in, arms laden with plastic bags filled with food.
“Dante, get the rest from the van and help me unpack.” Vergil orders, fixing his brother with a look.
“Yup, gotcha.” Dante nods and goes to retrieve the rest of the groceries with surprisingly little resistance after seeing the look in his twin’s eyes.
Nero walks in as Dante rushes by, face slightly paler than normal. “Hey, can I, uh, talk to you for a second, Sunshine?” He asks, gesturing to the library just off the main room.
“I was going to ask the same thing.” You agree, hurrying into the library with Nero hot on your heels.
“Nero, do I smell different? Dante said I do, but I need to hear it from you.” You ask, fidgeting with your fingers as you wait for his reply.
“Yeah, you have for a few weeks. I thought it was just because of, y’know…” He answers, a blush rising in his cheeks. “Vergil noticed too. He thinks you’re-” He’s cut off as you speak.
“Pregnant. Dante said the same thing too. I-I think they might be right. I checked my tracker, and I’m a week late.” You swallow nervously, looking up at Nero. “I still need to take a test to be sure, but I don’t think they’re wrong. It all lines up.”
“Uh, actually we picked one up. I was thinking the same thing.” He pulls a narrow box from the inside pocket of his jacket as he speaks, offering it to you.
“Oh, okay.” You take the box with trembling hands. “I’ll be right back then.” You don’t wait for his reply as you book it to the nearest bathroom.
The next several minutes are the most nerve-wracking as Nero sits on the old leather couch, his leg bouncing with excess energy. His head pops up as he hears the bathroom door open, standing to meet you halfway.
“I, uh, I’m pregnant.” You confirm, a small smile on your face as you show the capped test to Nero with the clearly present positive result.
Nero’s face splits into a wide grin as he sweeps you up into his arms, kissing your face eagerly and laughing.
Dante peeks from the doorway of the kitchen, a grin on his face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You nod in confirmation as Nero sets you down again.