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Being pregnant sucked ass, especially as a sex worker. Of course Angel wasn’t really allowed time off, so he just made do. At least until today, Valentino claimed Vox “wanted” him on maternity leave. Though he didn’t exactly count it as much.
Pushing the lingering thoughts out of his head, Angel sighed as he saw the hotel doors come into view.
“Almost home kiddos..” he muttered to his large bump, feeling the babies restlessly kick underneath his palm.
Opening the door, he scanned the lobby- surprisingly empty. Everyone must’ve gone to bed already.
“Legs?” A familiar voice called out as Angel’s head snapped up. Immediately spotting his beloved cat.
“Hey whiskers~” he grinned, or at least tried to. He was sore, his feet and ankles swollen from wearing his heeled boots all day. His back was aching with all the extra weight he was carrying.
“Hey-“ Husk nodded, his tired gaze taking in Angel as he polished off the last glass.
They usually didn’t talk about work, something Angel preferred not to do anymore.
“Ready for bed?” Husk asked, putting the little ‘closed’ sign on the bar top.
“Hell yeah, ready to snuggle up with my boys.” Angel smiled, allowing Husk to take his hand.
The two made it upstairs to their shared room, fat nuggets perking up as he heard Angel.
“ long shift?” Husk asked finally as Angel nodded, sitting down on the bed.
“Yeah, my back and ankles are fuckin’ killing me right now.” Angel grumbled, trying to lift a leg to sit on his currently non-existent lap.
“Here.” Husk chuckled, taking the other’s leg to set in his lap.
Angel didn’t argue, letting the other undo his boots before sliding them off.
Husk’s ears briefly pinned down, realizing how swollen and angry the spiders ankles and feet looked.
Standing, he looked at Angel.
“Stay right there.” He spoke, his voice soft but firm.
“Yeah okay-“ Angel shrugged, letting Fat’s sit beside him on the bed as Husk slipped into the bathroom.
“Okay, c’mon.” Husk had stepped out of the bathroom, offering his hand to the heavily pregnant spider who gladly took it.
“Soo.. what’s—“ Angel paused, standing in the doorway, eyes welling up with tears.
Husk had fixed him a bubble bath, lavender scent filling the air.
“Whiskers.” Angel felt his voice break, tears now threatening to spill.
“Hey, ya had a shitty day. Thought it’d help ya out.” Husk shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. His cheeks were pink from being flustered.
“Thank you..” Angel whispered, starting to unbutton his shirt.
“Here.” Husk gently pushed his hands away, taking off the outfit carefully.
“Ah, you’re spoiling me!” Angel laughed as he settled down into the warm bath with a groan of pleasure.
“Fuck.. that’s it..” he muttered under his breathe, sinking beneath the hot water.
“Enjoying yourself?” Husk snickered, sitting down on the closed toilet lid.
“Mhmm..” Angel practically purred, stretching out his legs.
“Thanks whiskers..” Angel spoke again, cracking an eye open.
“Eh, anything for ya. You’ve been a sport with this pregnancy ya know.” Husk shrugged.
“Well yeah, but I’ve done nothing but bitch and moan at you.” Angel huffed, lower hands resting on his belly as he felt one of the babies kick.
“Hey.” Husk’s voice was still soft, but firmer now.
“Mm?” Angel turned to look at him.
“None of that now-“ Husk gave a small shake of his head, leaning down to kiss the top of Angel’s head.
“You're carrying four babies Legs, give yourself a break and lemme love on ya for tonight.” Husk purred.
Angel chewed on his lower lip before sighing.
Husk did have a point.
“Yeah okay.” He nodded.
“Good boy.” Husk praised.
Angel rolled his eyes fondly.
“I love ya Whiskers.”
“I love ya too Legs.”