“Want a blood test,” Steve manages, because on the third night of their Week, he can think more clearly than he’s been able to for days. Tony’s scent is strong in his nostrils, cloying in a strange, sleek way he yearns after like a tune he nearly recognizes. “If you’re getting sick—”
“God.” Tony shifts bodily up into him, clenching around him. “Yes, Mom.”
- Part 1 of Joined 'verse
In the beginning, it was exquisite. Ingenious of nature to come up with this, he’d thought, soaked in sweat and indolently stretching his arms above his head, elongating his spine on the third consecutive day it had swept Steve and him together. For the first time in the entire process, he liked being pregnant.
Today, Tony stares into the mirror, runs his hand over the swollen skin of his belly, and tastes his old aversion souring the back of his tongue.
He’s exhausting Steve now, and that’s a pretty massive claim to fame.
- Part 2 of Joined 'verse