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Perth is preparing their lunch when it happens.
Everything has been normal over the past few weeks, nothing suspicious has been happening when it comes to Santa or himself, or even Domiia. Everything has been perfect, they’ve had their family time, Domiia has been with his nanny and has been well behaved when Perth and Santa have had to work, nothing has been out of the ordinary. Everything has been perfect!
So when Domiia runs up to him, wielding something in his hand, Perth almost faints where he stands, “daddy, what’s this?” Domiia asks, shoving what he’s holding towards Perth with a smile.
Perth takes what his son hands him, and almost has a heart attack when he sees what it is. It’s a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test. Perth stares down at it, forgetting what he’s doing and his surroundings, “daddy, burning.” Perth snaps his eyes back up and makes a fuss over the stove, turning it off and removing the pot.
Perth looks to Domiia and smiles down at him, “bug, can you go and watch TV please? I’ll bring your lunch to you.” Domiia just smiles, “hands first though,” Domiia’s smile is exactly like Santa’s, wide, joyful, beautiful, it makes Perth’s heart stutter. He finishes helping Domiia wash his hands, and then he runs off, excited about watching TV while eating, something Santa rarely lets him do. Perth takes a deep breath and puts the test down to one side, washes his own hands, and then continues making Domiia’s lunch, taking it over to him so he can eat in front of the TV. Which his son is very happy about, smiling up at him and saying ‘thank you,’ as he stuffs a grape in his mouth. Perth heads back to the kitchen and then stares at the test that he put on the kitchen counter, and only one question runs through his head, why didn’t Santa tell me? The test wasn’t there this morning, Perth is sure of it, but when he normally heads to the bathroom after waking up, he’s still asleep, and Santa used the bathroom after him, so there being a test in the bin is completely plausible. He takes a deep breath and stuffs a grape into his own mouth, trying to calm down. Everything will fine!
An hour later, Perth has cleaned the kitchen and kept Santa’s lunch to one side, the stick still sitting where he put it earlier. Santa has been out with his mum shopping for the morning, so he’s been busy with cleaning the house and looking after Domiia. Domiia is in the middle of his nap, he’s curled up on the sofa with his stuffed tiger tucked under his chin, when Santa comes through the door with a few bags, a smile on his face as he sees Perth standing in the kitchen. Perth smiles, “hi beautiful,” he says, making Santa blush, “have fun?”
Santa nods his head, “loads.” He puts his bags down on the dining room table and he watches Santa walk over to Domiia’s sleeping form on the sofa and he presses a kiss to his son's head, he looks up at Perth, “was he okay today?”
Perth nods his head, “yeah, perfect, he found something earlier.”
Santa frowns and walks towards the other side of the kitchen island, and tilts his head like a puppy, “what? A bug?”
Perth shakes his head, “no,” and he leans over and pushes the test across the counter. “This.”
Santa’s eyes widened, all of a sudden looking smaller and scared, “Perth, I-I.”
Perth’s eyes widen and he rushes around the island to gather his husband into his arms when he sees the tears well up in Santa’s big brown eyes. He hugs him tight, “hey, hey, it’s okay sweetheart.”
“I’m sorry, I was gonna tell you, but,” he swallows, “ I-I don’t know.” He stutters.
Perth shushes him and moves away from Santa so he can look at him. He reaches up and wipes away his tears, “I’m not mad Ta, the opposite actually, it’s amazing.”
Santa sniffles, “really? You don’t think it’s too soon?”
Perth shakes his head, “of course not, Dom is four, he’ll be in school soon, so,” Perth hugs Santa closer, giving one last long hug before pulling away, smiling down and leaning down to press a kiss to Santa’s forehead, “our second baby, it’s incredible.”
Santa nods his head and smiles wide, burying his face into Perth’s neck, “yeah, it really is.”
-x-
FIN.