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Cravings. Quincy has become familiar with it ever since he had found out his beloved husband is pregnant with their first child. At first, Olivine tried to shy away from any extraordinary requests and would rather eat anything that Quincy offered with a smile on his face, sweetly saying "I'm sure our baby is also happy with the food" and munch them in small bites and pieces. It was only after Quincy had him sit down, locked in a cuddle, and a very stern "you can demand me of anything" that the dam holding all of Olivine's specific cravings be released all at once.
It was a nice change, a pouty little husband pawing at his chest, whining and begging for a specific fruit from the deeper part of the Wood Territory and— for God of Klein's sake— the Vice Captain's special brewed honey. Quincy admits it was pretty tiring, especially the time that Olivine threw a tantrum and said he would not eat the fruits unless he sees Quincy specifically climbs the tree and get it for him, but it was fulfilling nonetheless. The smile on Olivine's face is worth more than anything in the world.
The past month begs to differ, though.
“—And then, I'm thinking, if we are going to have Eiden over—” Olivine stopped mid-sentence to open his mouth as Quincy feeds him a bite of the waffle breakfast. He stopped for a moment and admires as his husband chews on his food. Cute. “—If we get Eiden over, I can ask him to taste test the biscuits I made yesterday. The one with the fruit jam you made!”
Quincy hummed. That's going to be a problem.
“Oli,” He started, reaching a hand to wipe away the syrup that caught in the corner of his lips.
“Hm?” Olivine perked up, looking up at him with such wide eyes like a small animal that it almost hurt Quincy to say what he needs to tell next.
“The little devil,” Quincy made himself sound as gentle as possible, “He won't be able to come today. He's busy.”
Olivine immediately made a face of someone about to burst into tears, “…What?”
That's right. His beloved husband's craving recently has been Eiden.
It happened only recently, roughly four months in Olivine's pregnancy that Eiden decided to visit them in the warm cabin that Quincy has been renovating since the announcement of a baby. He had brought a basket of fruits, a jug of milk, and a box filled of handmade baby clothes, sweaters and socks. Quincy remembered the giggles and squeals that Olivine made while rummaging through the gifts that Eiden sent, smiling to himself as he was fixing an old wooden wall of their home.
There was nothing odd throughout the entire visit. Quincy knows how much his husband adores Eiden and he knows just how much they loses themselves sometimes in their conversations.
What triggered it, however, was when Eiden has to say his farewells.
Olivine was unconsolable— sobbing and crying while he gripped tightly on the sleeves of Eiden's blue jacket. It was evident that the little devil himself was helpless and panicking in this scenario, Quincy himself was pushed to the edge as he doesn't know how he could make Olivine stop crying.
“How about this, Olivine,” Eiden ended up telling him gently, voice soft and indulgent as he crouches down on the same eye level. “I'll come visit tomorrow again. And the day after. And the day after that! And multiple days after!” He beamed at him, “Sounds good, yeah?”
Fortunately, Olivine settled down, “Promise?”
“Of course!”
That was what they agreed on. And even though it was a promise that Eiden only made to stop his pregnant husband from crying, he still makes sure to visit at least once a day, even for a few minutes before going home. It works. It keeps Olivine from having a foul mood and even his food cravings has long been sated as long as Eiden is around.
But a Grand Sorcerer is a Grand Sorcerer and he is bound to jump from one place to another in short amount of time. The last Quincy received was a handwritten letter that arrived this morning with a shaky handwriting that reads "Going to Solaria for a few days! I'm so sorry! Give Olivine twice as much care without me there, Quincy! Best of luck!" and frankly, it is beyond their control.
And now, Quincy stands on the other side of the bedroom door as he hears his beloved husband wailing and sobbing from their bed. It breaks his heart, truly, but it's not like he could just break the door open to come and comfort him. The only thing that is not making Quincy overly worried was the fact that Olivine had taken Topper with him inside, probably to cuddle with the little guy as he bawl his eyes out, and Quincy is relieved a little at the fact that Olivine wouldn't feel completely worse.
Helpless, Quincy knocked on the door again, “Olivine, please, can we talk at least?”
“I want Eiden! He promised!” Olivine cries followed by a set of worried squeaks, “I wanna go see Eiden now or I will never talk to you anymore, Quincy!”
And his whole world seemed to collapse.
They did managed to find a way. Somehow. It took half a day of travelling and half a day of Olivine locking himself in their bedroom when Eiden arrived at their cabin haphazardly. He looked like he was about to puke with how he was slouching down and how tight his lips are pressed, and all of it makes sense when Quincy saw another person who peeked from outside with the most dazzling smile on his face.
“Hi, Quin-Quin~! Darling is safely delivered~”
“B-Blade... Maybe slow down... a little when w-we go back.”
“Alrighty! Adjustment added. I will be slowing down when going back to Lord Jackass~”
Quincy offered a hand to a heaving Eiden leaning on the wall which he latter gladly took. He was shaking and cold and probably the worse goosebumps Quincy had ever seen and felt on Eiden's skin. His face softened.
“I'm sorry for troubling you.”
But Eiden only waved his hand in dismissal, “None of that! I'm here because I wanted to! So where is our spoiled snd whiny but suuuper adorable little baby now?”
Quincy smiled softly, “You need to get him out of the bedroom first.”
“Easy peasy!” Eiden pushed himself to wobbly walked over the bedroom door, “Olivine!! Guess who's here!”
A pair of hurried steps and Quincy was already by the door as well to hold onto his very pregnant husband to be careful in his steps and his belly (Quincy couldn't stress enough about this). Olivine was practically seeing stars as he went and hugged Eiden with his wet cheeks.
“You're here! I missed you!”
“Yes, yes, so don't cry anymore, okay?”
At this moment, Quincy could feel himself starting to finally relax at the sight of his husband alive and well, and healthily pouring all his worries to Eiden who is happily and willingly hearing him out.
“O~livine's belly is bigger than last time! Are we about to meet the little baby soon?”
Quincy snorts softly, “Not until fall, we wouldn't.”
“Ehehe,” The edroid giggled as he stared at Eiden softly rocking Olivine in his arms like an actual baby to calm him down more, humming sweet tunes while he gently pat on Olivine's back. “O~livine's vitals and stress levels seemed to go back to normal~"
“That's great.” Quincy sighed.
Just four and a half months more.
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Another month passed by, Quincy arrived home as usual with freshly cut wood he had gathered from his afternoon forage. Ever since Olivine had grown out of his cravings for Eiden, they started to fall back in their old routines. A little less of the weird food cravings, thankfully, but his pregnant husband is just as whiny and needy as he normally would. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing too crazy.
He placed the woods on their small shed just a few steps away from the cabin, and from there, he could head a telltale sounds of Olivine's sweet laughs and murmurs. Quincy frowned with a tilt of his head. They weren't expecting any visitors today. But with how comfortable Olivine sounded, it seems he isn't in danger anyway.
Quincy walked over to the cabin and opened its door, the sight that greeted him could only make him wince. Internally.
“—That's why I have been collecting some small pebbles! Topper helps me recently since I'm too big now to crouch down,” Olivine, who is so engrossed about discussing his new small pebble collection (that was due from the storybook about a crow and a pitcher that Eiden had given Olivine the last time, among many others), had been blissfully lounging and leaning against Kuya's arm that he did not even notice that Quincy had come home already.
Kuya, on the other hand, is making a face that says he doe not entirely dislike this position they are in. His unlit pipe has been used as a fidget toy as he twirls it around his fingers, listening intently to Olivine's tales and pregnancy adventures.
“I didn't know you will visit.” Quincy said, taking off his dirty boots by the doorway and arranging them neatly by the wall.
“Quincy! Welcome home!” And there it is, Olivine's big bright smile that Quincy loved to see whenever he comes home. Though he seemed very comfortable on the couch and doesn't have any intention to getting up any time soon so he merely raised his arms, awaiting for Quincy to go to him instead.
It's not an invitation he is to refuse as he settles himself beside his husband.
“I was just passing by and saw your little wife here all alone,” Kuya sighed willfully and started to get ready to head out, “But since you're here now, I assume this small place will just get too crowded. If you'll excuse me—”
“No!”
Quincy blinked. Kuya didn't look much better either.
Olivine had clutched and wrapped himself around Kuya's arm and is almost dragging him back down on the couch with him. His eyes are starting to get glossy with tears, lips turning into a pout, and staring up to Kuya with desperation in his look.
“Stay a bit more, Mr. Kuya!”
"Oh?"
Quincy's face fell.
God of Klein. Please. Anyone but Kuya.