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“HUUUUUUUURGGEUHHHHH,” Angel retched into the toilet, beige vomit getting shot into the white, polished bowl. He spit up the remaining bitter tasting saliva with a groan before flushing the toilet and wiping his mouth off with toilet paper, a grimace on his face. He stood up from the toilet, a little wobbly since it was early morning, as he leaned his waist on the sink and filled a small plastic cup with water.
He hoped nobody had just heard him projectile vomiting in his bathroom. Believe it or not, he really was attempting to be sober. He hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol or taken any drug in a month, he was anything but hungover… but, he didn't want the others thinking that he had been drinking, not when he was trying to prove a point. He thought about this to himself as he took a long sip from the cup, clearing his throat.
And to make it all better, Angel's felt horrible for the past week. Vomiting almost every other day, so much fatigue he could barely get out of bed (if the intense nausea didn't wake him up), and he felt like he was always in the kitchen eating something. One night, when he woke up at 3AM too hungry to fall back asleep, he snuck into the kitchen for a snack and got jumped-scared by Alastor. The damn radio demon was just standing there. Menacingly. Angel would've cursed him out but he was too hungry to stay, so he left.
He should probably figure out why he's been so sick lately, just in case they did hear him losing his dinner. He also doesn't want to accidentally throw up his spleen, but he's not too worried. It's probably just a dumb stomach bug.
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It was another movie night at the Hotel. They did these monthly, as Charlie always pushed it and everyone always attended. They would all be in the living room and around the tv to watch whatever was picked. Today, they chose to watch Look Who's Talking, a movie about a talking baby, apparently. (SOMEONE TELL ME THEY KNOW THIS MOVIE EXISTS AND IT WASN'T A FEVER DREAM-)
Obviously, Charlie and Vaggie sat together on one end of the couch, Husk and Angel on the other. Alastor was in one of the armchairs and Niffty sitting on the coffee table. Angel's head was leaning on Husk's shoulder, his eyes glued to his phone and not paying much attention to the movie playing.
When the woman started throwing up, he started paying a little bit more attention to the movie. Not too long later, she found out she was pregnant, obviously. They always do that in movies, the same most obvious symptoms before they realize they're pregnant five minutes later. Nausea, fatigue, hungrier… and…wait…
Angel's eyes suddenly widened and his face went pale, his phone slipping out of his hands and falling on the floor. Husk noticed and looked at him with concern.
“You okay?-” Husk got cut off as Angel abruptly got up, scrambling to the floor and picking up his phone and stuffing it in his pocket before rushing out of the room and out of the hotel's front door without a word, leaving everyone else confusedly watching the door.
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Angel’s fingers shook slightly as he held the small pregnancy test with two red lines, the shock written on his face. It was positive. He was pregnant. He was fucking pregnant. What the hell was he supposed to do now?! This dumb stick was only supposed to show one line, not *two*.
Looking up at the mirror in front of him, he had a clear scowl on his lips as he stared at his dumbass. His hair looked so disheveled and unkempt, his cropped shirt hanging off his shoulder. Damn idiot. He wanted to punch the mirror but he thought that'd probably hurt and he didn't want to do that. So he didn't.
A knock resounded on the door, making Angel jump so violently his heart started beating out of his chest and he dropped the test. Cherri's voice was heard on the other side of the door, sounding impatient and bored out of her mind,
“Angeeeel, you've been so depressed latelyyy, I wanna goo outttt,” she complained as she opened the door when she didn't get a response, the door closing behind her just as Angel turned around to glare at her.
“Why the hell are you just barging in here?!” He rightfully yelled at her, like who just barges into a bathroom knowing good and well someone's in there-? Oh, right, plot convenience. Anygays, Angel's eyes darted to the floor where the test was for a second before looking back up at her. Cherri noticed.
“Why didn't you just lock the door? Plus, it's not like I haven't seen what ya got…” She trailed off as her jaw dropped, her one eye falling down to what Angel had just glanced at on the floor. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”
“It's NOTHING!” Angel yelled back as he quickly grabbed it and threw it in the trash with such force that you could hear it drop to the bottom. Cherri covered her shocked mouth, her brain still processing what she had seen.
“You're PREGNANT?!” She yelled, looking at him with an unbelievable look of disbelief.
“I… Yeah?! I guess?!” Angel groaned as his nails dug into his scalp, turning back around towards the mirror.
“Oh my… You're fucking COOKED,” Cherri exclaimed as she finally removed her hand from her mouth, eyeing the trash can.
“Ugh… I didn't see this coming…” Angel let his arms fall on the counter, his forehead in between his forearms and his eyes closed. Cherri went to stand next to him, her hands fixing a piece of her hair.
Seeing Angel next to her in his distress, she cringed a bit, her fingers drumming against the counter next to him. She could always try lightening the mood, no? “Well, you saw SOMEONE coming.”
Angel's eyes opened to process what she said, not looking up or moving, which clearly meant she should keep going. Clearly.
“Specifically inside,” she said.
“...This is NOT the time for jokes,” he almost growled under his breath as his top arms fell and his bottom arms crossed over each other. But Cherri did not stop-
“... Without protection-” she quickly finished before Angel cut her out with a frustrated shout of her name, fully standing up to glare at her, his top hands slamming against the counter.
“CHERRI.”
“Okay, okay! Just trying to lighten the mood…” Cherri put her hands up in surrender and backed away.
“I'm gonna smash your head into this sink,” Angel grumbled as he leaned back against the counter, his top elbows on the cold porcelain while his bottom arms were held protectively over his stomach.
“Woah, okay. I know you're hormonal and all, but let's remember I'm your friend here. No need to be so aggressive,” she lectured as he glared at her again, moving towards the trash can. “Plus, we got bigger fish to fry. Like how you're gonna tell Husk.”
Angel froze at the mention of his boyfriend’s name, giving her a weird look. Cherri's hand was already in the trash can to find the test when she looked back at him, giving him a questioning look in return. “You do plan on telling him… right?”
“... I. I think I'll wait a little bit…” Angel responded with reverence, scratching the back of his head while Cherri looked at him dumbfounded.
“Wait. You're gonna wait. For how long??” She questioned, stopping her search for the moment.
“Weeks…. Maybe months…” he averted eye contact, looking at his reflection in the mirror instead, poking at one of his dark eye bags.
“You’re gonna wait-?! No, I'm not digging my hand in this trash can for no reason, you showin’ this test to Husk. That ain't debatable,” she said matter of factly as she continued rummaging through the trash can, Angel looking at her with a defensive look on his face.
“Nuh uh.”
Cherri looked at him like he just shit his pants. “Fuck you mean ‘nuh uh’?!”
“I ain't showing shit to Husk! Like I said, he can wait..” he turned away from the mirror to fully face Cherri at the trash can to his left, his top arms crossing defensively while his bottom hands are still protectively over his stomach unconsciously.
“You're stalling,” she pointed out blatantly as she continued searching through that darn trash can, rolling her eyes.
“What?!” He sounded offended and defensive because she read him and called him out easily.
“You just don't want to tell him!” she said like it was the most obvious thing ever, her voice rising in annoyance with his.
“Maybe I don't, and that's none of your business!” Angel huffed in his own annoyance, his frown returning deeply on his features.
“I'm bout to be an auntie, it IS my business!” Cherri resounded, her other hand clutching her nonexistent pearls like she was offended. But that was short lived as someone knocked on the door, them both freezing their argument and their movements.
Husk opened the door with a frustrated but tired look on his face, looking between them like they were bickering children. “Why are you both making so much DAMN noise!? It's 2PM, people are trying to sleep.” (Sonic Boom reference)
Cherri and Angel exchanged sheepish smiles, the pink tinted spider speaking up, “Sorry whiskers…”
Husk looked between the two, noticing Cherri's hand in the trash, giving her a weird look. “Do I even want to ask. Why the hell is your hand diggin’ around in the trash?!”
“Oh, nothing. Just retrieving something that was thrown away that shouldn't have been!” Cherri responded, speaking to Husk but with obvious shade to Angel that the spider immediately picked up, making him glare at her. The cyclops didn't back down though, only giving him a challenging look back.
Husk didn't bother asking anymore questions before leaving the bathroom to themselves, closing the door behind him in a huff. He went back to bed as the sounds of more arguing insued behind the door that the cat ignored.
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Now, even though it's been weeks, Angel still hasn't said anything to Husk about the pregnancy. He also made sure Cherri kept quiet, dragging her out the room whenever Husk was in the same room.
Right now, Angel had his head slumped on the bar counter, laying against his arms. Husk was at the bar as well, cleaning glasses and watching Angel fall asleep on his counter. They were the only ones in the bar, so it was peaceful and quiet on their part.
Soon, Husk needed to wipe the bar down so he poked Angel’s head until he woke up, raising his head to look at him while blinking at the bright lights. “Huh?”
“Bar.” Husk pointed at the counter as Angel moved his arms off and sat back, letting him wipe the bar down properly. The bartender watched his head bob and his eyelids flutter closed again. He asked softly, “You get any sleep last night?”
“Uhaghhhh… somewhat,” Angel answered half heartedly, rubbing his eyes. He spent the whole night watching Kpop Demon Hunters and sobbing from it throughout the whole night.
“That's a no. Go take a nap,” Husk flicked his head as Angel pouted.
“I'm fine, I got enough sleep,” Angel waved his hand away, yawning as he stretched. Husk gave him an obvious look that meant he didn't believe a word he just said. Angel saw this look and felt the need to defend himself, “What? I did!”
“Bullshit. You drooled on my counter.” The cat stated bluntly as he put his rag away, Angel still sulking. But before he could open his mouth and object, Husk took his face into his hands. “You need rest, idiot.”
“I know-” the pregnant man attempted to speak before his partner cut him off, pressing a thumb to his bottom lip.
“I mean it. You're pregnant and you need to take better care of yourself,” Husk scolded before finally letting go of his face and going back to cleaning the glass he had earlier.
Angel was about to accept his scolding like he always did when he got told off, before his words actually registered in his head. His brain short circuited as he jerked his head back up to look at Husk.
“Fuck did you say?! How did you know?” He said in a flabbergasted tone that matched his worried facial expression. Husk looked back at him like he was stupid.
“Know what?” He blinked repeatedly as he watched Angel’s expression go further into distress and embarrassment.
“That I was pregnant! You said I'm pregnant, you weren't supposed to… I didn't say, I made sure Cherri didn't say, how… you know but how. How do you even knoW, I don't…what do you mEaN..” Angel tried to explain but his speech deteriorated as he got a sudden burning sensation in his throat.
“Baby, it was obvious. No nonpregnant person eats half their weight and vomits as much as you do. I was kinda waiting till you figured it out yourself…” Husk said as his tone became softer but trailed off as Angel choked on a sob.
“WhAt dO yOu mEaN iT wAs oBviOuS?!” Angel’s voice came out way more whiny than intended, his voice obviously cracking as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and he leaned against the counter towards him.
Noticing the growing tears on his love's face, Husk swore under his breath and went around the counter to hold the deliriously sobbing Angel Dust who immediately clinged onto Husk to cry into his fur. “Shhhh… it's okay.. It's okay…”
“WhY diDn'T yOu sAy anYthiNg… I was worrying over NOTHInG…” the hormonal one cried into his chest, his fist beating against said chest, but it was weak and had no power in it so he wasn't getting hurt. “Is tHat wHy yOu'D alwAys give me aPpLe juiCe when I was here at the bAr?”
As Husk nodded, Angel's weak sniffles turned into more tears and another choked up sob as he stuffed his head in his shoulder. The cat demon rubbed his back soothingly and whispered in his ear that he was okay, trying to reassure him, with not much success.
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Wow, a lot of time skips, ey? Though, if you seriously think I'm about to write nine months of pregnancy in full detail then you need a mental evaluation. Anygays, this time skip brings us to Angel when he's six months along. Right now, he was sitting in his and Husk's bed that they had in their shared room, on his phone as per usual, but also finishing a bowl of oatmeal.
Husk had just exited the bathroom, primed and clearly ready to go to sleep, when Angel suddenly asked him an inquiry, “Have you tried this oatmeal? It's so gOod.”
He held his spoon out to him with some of the oatmeal on it, wanting his pookie to taste it as he got in bed beside him. Sitting up next to him like the spider was, he took the spoon and tasted the oatmeal.
“It’s not bad, pretty nutty. What'd you put in it?” Husk asked as he smacked his lips from the sweetness.
“I put honey roasted peanut butter, sugar, and vanilla extract in it. It's delicious, I love it. Brings out the nuttiness. I love nuts,” Angel smirked at the last part, a teasing glint in his eyes as Husk got the joke and threw a pillow at him, though it was barely a toss since they were right next to each other.
“Hey! You can't throw stuff at your pregnant spouse! You're gonna hurt our feelings…” Angel accused without any seriousness to his tone of voice, his top hands squeezing the pillow while his bottom hands were on his belly.
“Please, both of you are fine. It was a pillow, not a brick,” Husk rebutted as he laid down, taking his pillow back and putting it behind his head.
Angel chuckled as he put his empty bowl and spoon away, turning the light off and laying down next to Husk. He pulled the covers over them and hugged Husk, holding him close despite his baby bump pressing against him. Husk hummed in satisfaction as he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Angel.
After a beat of some silence, Angel decided to speak up with a question he had since he realized Husk already knew he was pregnant. And other… thoughts.
“So, like, did you really find out just ‘cause of the vomiting? You didn't just find the test in the trash?” Angel asked, scooting up a bit so they could be the same eye level. He was the taller one but liked being little spooned more so he'd scoot down to be leveled with his chest.
Husk hummed in agreement, opening his eyes to make eye contact with him as he bit his lip and wrapped his arms around his neck.
“And you were okay with it? Everything was okay?” Angel egged on carefully, too scared to ask what he really meant but still wanting an answer. Thankfully, Husk could clearly see what he meant without him having to.
“Yes, I was okay with it then and I’m okay with it now. Do you think I’d still be here if I wasn’t?” Husk easily reassured, holding him closer as Angel smiled a little, his hand playing with the fur on Husk's neck.
“I mean, I guess not but… aren't you forced to be here? It's not that you *want* to be here?” Angel asked with some more vulnerability in his voice, trying to act like he was fine when his questions were screaming and revealing his insecurity. Because of this, Husk lifted his head slightly with his finger so the fucker could look directly at him.
“I’m here because I want you, both of you. Ain't nobody forcing me to love ya,” Husk explained gently, but firmly, wiping a tear from Angel’s face that he didn't realize had fallen down his face. Regardless, Angel looked away as a small smile crept up on one of the edges of his mouth.
“You're so damn cheesy…” Angel muttered but his smile was undeniable at this point, making Husk smile as well.
“You're the one asking dumbass questions,” Husk countered, pulling him back into his chest and making Angel laugh. They got back to being comfortable in their arms, their legs tangling under the covers.
After laying quietly, the only sounds apparent were their breathing and Fat Nuggets wriggling around at the end of the bed, it was Husk's turn to break the silence but with a less intense one, “We don't have any names picked out, do we?”
Angel thought for a second, his lips pursed before flicking the back of his wing. “I'm too tired for this, can't we figure that out tomorrow?” he whined as he nuzzled into his chest, his eyes contently closed.
“Okay, okay, goodnight. Go rest,” Husk chuckled as he settled down himself, letting them both fall soundly asleep.