Finger Weg!
Wolf's inherited more than just his looks from Linke. For Scorpia, who requested Juri/Wolf fluff and pregnant Wolf (you did, just not at the same time). I don't even know if this is going to be legitimate canon or not but it's a GIFTfic so please treat it as such till I figure out what I'm doing with it.
“Geez, Wolf, been laying a little too hard on the snacks, huh?” Emelyn teased, jabbing her elbow into Wolf’s side as he glared at her. Her eyes flew open when she hit something surprisingly unsoft. Wolf grimaced.
Emelyn yanked his shirt up and Wolf wanted to die right there. He didn’t know why he’d agreed to come to the get together at all considering his condition and Emelyn’s lack of comprehension of the word space but he had and he was here, and the woman wasn’t nearly stupid enough to not have already figured everything out. Damn all women and their seemingly inherent knowledge of these sorts of things. Wolf was wishing right now that he’d had a mother of some sort to teach him how to deal with these things because getting felt up in the grocery store was becoming all too common an experience. Did they even look to see that he wasn’t female before they zoomed in on him?
“Oh my God, you’re pregnant!” she shrieked with all the tact of a five-year-old girl. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?!” Emelyn continued, running her hands over Wolf’s hard stomach as though he’d given her any sort of permission. Wolf yanked his shirt right back down but that didn’t stop her one bit.
“Hands off,” he snapped irritably but she just rolled her eyes at him.
“Seriously, man, what’s with all the secrecy? Your dads are gonna be thrilled to hear about this.”
“Yeah, right,” Wolf grumped.
“Hiya, Uncle Juri,” Emelyn said to the man approaching them, still happily molesting Wolf’s belly.
“That’s why,” Wolf muttered under his breath. Juri came to stand behind his lover, winding his arms around Wolf gently.
“We were going to wait until things get a little bit closer to the date,” Juri told Emelyn. “We’d rather be sure than have everyone know and something happen.”
“Oh,” Emelyn said. Then her eyes widened. “Oh. Yeah, that’s probably a good idea, Uncle Juri.”
Wolf turned his head to the side so Juri knew he was talking to him. “I’d like to talk to Emelyn alone for a while if that’s okay.”
Juri smiled and kissed Wolf’s cheek.
“Sure, sweetheart. I’ll be over there if you need me.” Juri walked off, Wolf watching him go.
He turned back to see Emelyn grinning evilly at him.
“What?”
“Bullshit, you’re waiting for the doctors’ okay. You just don’t want your dad to find out.” Emelyn had a finger to her lips in a gesture Wolf knew damn well. “Oh, Uncle Chris-!” Wolf’s eyes widened and he was on her in a second, wrestling with the woman- who had gotten surprisingly strong since he’d last fought with her- to get her to shut up. But Emelyn knew all his weak spots and besides, Wolf’s balance was off from the pregnancy, and, well hell, she had him caught in a headlock in the doorway to the kitchen.
Frank looked at them curiously, then shook his head and went back to cutting the cake he’d left cooling on the counter. Wolf glared at Emelyn. She let him go only to have the black-haired man smack her upside the head.
“Ow, you jerk!” she cried and they wound up in another bout of fighting, only ending when Wolf was out of breath and Emelyn forced him into a chair in the empty living room.
“So,” she began again, that godforsaken grin on her face. “Tell me all about it.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No, Em, absolutely not. I am not talking about this with you,” Wolf said, folding his arms across his chest. Emelyn’s grin deepened as the bump became even clearer against Wolf’s shirt.
“Oh, yes, you damn well are,” she said, getting up in Wolf’s face, one hand on the chair he was sitting in, albeit unwillingly. “Come on,” she begged, changing tactics. “At least tell me if it’s a boy or girl. Please?”
Wolf scowled and then gave in. It wasn’t often he could get Emelyn to beg, proud as she was. He smiled.
“It’s a girl.”
ØØØ
“You know, ice cream’s not exactly all that healthy for the baby,” Juri said as he hung his coat up on the wall. Wolf stuck his tongue out at his lover and went back to digging into his gelato. Juri’d bought the stuff himself so it wasn’t like he could say Wolf was deliberately eating badly. It’s just what happened to be around when he was hungry.
Juri came around the couch to sit next to Wolf, who had plopped down on the floor after becoming too frustrated with the design of the couch versus his body to stay on the furniture. He had a couple of bedroom pillows arranged around him and was quite comfortable sitting cross-legged on the carpet.
Wolf smiled at him and held a spoonful out.
“Want some?” he asked.
“What’re you watching?” Juri asked, taking a bite of the proffered dessert.
“Parliament TV,” Wolf said, as though that were a normal thing for normal people to watch. Juri stared at him with something between a frown and disgust on his face. “What?” Wolf asked, tucking the spoon back in his mouth.
“Nothing,” Juri told him, tugging Wolf back into his lap, to which Wolf didn’t protest. Juri kneaded Wolf’s sides gently, easing the taut skin. Wolf had adjusted well to his pregnancy, better than Juri had both now and before. It had been a shock to them both, since nothing of the sort had happened in Germany since the incidents many years before. Juri had wondered if, then, the situation was simply hereditary and Wolf had been a natural candidate for it.
They had talked at length about it, discussing everything they could think of but, in the end, Wolf had been very willing to let some things go unsaid. He knew that Juri wanted his child and would support him and it when the time came.
But.
There were those things that had been left unsaid and Wolf didn’t like not knowing.
“Was it like this for you?” he asked softly, tilting his head back to look up at Juri.
Juri’s breath caught.
“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice sounding strangled. Wolf laid his hand on Juri’s wrist in silent reassurance. He’d known this would be hard but he wanted the tears, if any, out now.
“When you were pregnant, did it feel like this? Were you uncomfortable all the time with the baby kicking you and all that?” Wolf asked. He was pushing, oh God, was he pushing, but he fucking needed to know.
Juri’s eyes closed and he pressed his face into the back of Wolf’s neck, breathing his scent in as he tried to steady himself. Wolf could feel him shaking, could feel the man breaking behind him. He turned, taking Juri in his arms, wrapping his lover into him tightly as Juri continued to shake.
“I…” Juri began, breathing shallowly and far too quickly. “I never got as far as you, Wolf. We’re going to be okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry about the baby. Everything’s going to be fine. The doctors said so.”
“I’m not worried about the baby,” Wolf muttered into Juri’s hair. He blew out a warm breath and shifted closer. “I’m worried about you. I told you we didn’t have to go through with this if you didn’t want to. We can still turn back. Not without breaking a couple of laws, mind you, but we can.”
Juri laughed, his shaking subsiding.
“I’m telling you, fuck the police and the courts and everyone else. I’m a pregnant man, I can do whatever the fuck I want,” Wolf continued, just trying to keep the smile on Juri’s face. “By the way, how do you expect we’re going to name this brat without making it all convoluted? I’m not having a fucking kid named Ziegler-Linke-Werner, you know. Imagine that first day of kindergarten and the kid’s got to write her name and it’s going to be all Caroline Ziegler-Linke-Werner and she’ll be trying to write it and the teacher’s going to have to help her but then bam! The teacher screws up and our kid’s going to be going around telling people her name’s Zauberer-Lust-Warzen or something equally awful.”
Juri laughed hard, tears on his cheeks as he hugged a grinning Wolf too tightly.
“Well, I guess we’ll have to do something about that then, won’t we?” Juri asked, kissing Wolf’s temple as he chuckled.
“You better be asking me to marry you, you loser, because I’m not doing a civil union,” Wolf said with a deliberate sniff.
“I didn’t think you would. I’ll be right back.” Juri pulled away, setting a pillow in his place. Wolf frowned and took a bit of his ice cream, pondering whether Juri had taken that as a joke. It was a valid dilemma: a double hyphen would be way too much to thrust on a kid. Wolf also wasn’t all that set on repeating his childhood with his own kid. The sex might change but it would still be two unmarried parents and one twice the other’s age at that.
Wolf had finished his ice cream (he’d already been way past half-done when Juri come in the door) when Juri returned.
“I thought you might want a ring,” he said softly before handing Wolf a small piece of gold. Wolf’s eyebrows rose.
“You’ve been thinking about this,” he said, keeping the ring on his palm as he watched Juri’s expression, not yet ready to put it on his finger.
“I suppose I have,” Juri told him in response. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and smiled gently.
“How long?” Wolf asked.
“Since the day we knew for sure,” Juri answered honestly, his smile thinning the tiniest bit.
“Then it’s for the kid.” Wolf nodded to himself and looked down at the ring resting on his palm. “So she doesn’t end up with a fucked up name.” It had to be the hormones making his eyes blur. He couldn’t logically be upset about this. He couldn’t.
Juri reached out and touched Wolf’s chin, forcing Wolf’s gaze up to his own. Wolf blinked, ashamed to find the tears beading at the corners of his eyes. They fell unwarranted, wetting his cheeks. Juri frowned as he reached out and wiped them away.
“Honey, it’s not just for our daughter,” Juri said to him, looking Wolf deep in the eyes. “If that’s all it was, I would just write in something different on the birth certificate. You know that. Wolf, I’m asking you to marry me for me, because I really do want to be with you.
“So,” Juri said. “Be with me?”
And so Juri married Wolf and on their daughter’s birth certificate it said this: Eva Sophia Schewe. Neither gave up their names nor imparted them upon little Eva, deciding that those sort of things really weren’t important at all when the child in question was more interested in the flavor of her toes than anything else. Eva, naturally, didn't care either way.
“Geez, Wolf, been laying a little too hard on the snacks, huh?” Emelyn teased, jabbing her elbow into Wolf’s side as he glared at her. Her eyes flew open when she hit something surprisingly unsoft. Wolf grimaced.
Emelyn yanked his shirt up and Wolf wanted to die right there. He didn’t know why he’d agreed to come to the get together at all considering his condition and Emelyn’s lack of comprehension of the word space but he had and he was here, and the woman wasn’t nearly stupid enough to not have already figured everything out. Damn all women and their seemingly inherent knowledge of these sorts of things. Wolf was wishing right now that he’d had a mother of some sort to teach him how to deal with these things because getting felt up in the grocery store was becoming all too common an experience. Did they even look to see that he wasn’t female before they zoomed in on him?
“Oh my God, you’re pregnant!” she shrieked with all the tact of a five-year-old girl. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?!” Emelyn continued, running her hands over Wolf’s hard stomach as though he’d given her any sort of permission. Wolf yanked his shirt right back down but that didn’t stop her one bit.
“Hands off,” he snapped irritably but she just rolled her eyes at him.
“Seriously, man, what’s with all the secrecy? Your dads are gonna be thrilled to hear about this.”
“Yeah, right,” Wolf grumped.
“Hiya, Uncle Juri,” Emelyn said to the man approaching them, still happily molesting Wolf’s belly.
“That’s why,” Wolf muttered under his breath. Juri came to stand behind his lover, winding his arms around Wolf gently.
“We were going to wait until things get a little bit closer to the date,” Juri told Emelyn. “We’d rather be sure than have everyone know and something happen.”
“Oh,” Emelyn said. Then her eyes widened. “Oh. Yeah, that’s probably a good idea, Uncle Juri.”
Wolf turned his head to the side so Juri knew he was talking to him. “I’d like to talk to Emelyn alone for a while if that’s okay.”
Juri smiled and kissed Wolf’s cheek.
“Sure, sweetheart. I’ll be over there if you need me.” Juri walked off, Wolf watching him go.
He turned back to see Emelyn grinning evilly at him.
“What?”
“Bullshit, you’re waiting for the doctors’ okay. You just don’t want your dad to find out.” Emelyn had a finger to her lips in a gesture Wolf knew damn well. “Oh, Uncle Chris-!” Wolf’s eyes widened and he was on her in a second, wrestling with the woman- who had gotten surprisingly strong since he’d last fought with her- to get her to shut up. But Emelyn knew all his weak spots and besides, Wolf’s balance was off from the pregnancy, and, well hell, she had him caught in a headlock in the doorway to the kitchen.
Frank looked at them curiously, then shook his head and went back to cutting the cake he’d left cooling on the counter. Wolf glared at Emelyn. She let him go only to have the black-haired man smack her upside the head.
“Ow, you jerk!” she cried and they wound up in another bout of fighting, only ending when Wolf was out of breath and Emelyn forced him into a chair in the empty living room.
“So,” she began again, that godforsaken grin on her face. “Tell me all about it.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No, Em, absolutely not. I am not talking about this with you,” Wolf said, folding his arms across his chest. Emelyn’s grin deepened as the bump became even clearer against Wolf’s shirt.
“Oh, yes, you damn well are,” she said, getting up in Wolf’s face, one hand on the chair he was sitting in, albeit unwillingly. “Come on,” she begged, changing tactics. “At least tell me if it’s a boy or girl. Please?”
Wolf scowled and then gave in. It wasn’t often he could get Emelyn to beg, proud as she was. He smiled.
“It’s a girl.”
ØØØ
“You know, ice cream’s not exactly all that healthy for the baby,” Juri said as he hung his coat up on the wall. Wolf stuck his tongue out at his lover and went back to digging into his gelato. Juri’d bought the stuff himself so it wasn’t like he could say Wolf was deliberately eating badly. It’s just what happened to be around when he was hungry.
Juri came around the couch to sit next to Wolf, who had plopped down on the floor after becoming too frustrated with the design of the couch versus his body to stay on the furniture. He had a couple of bedroom pillows arranged around him and was quite comfortable sitting cross-legged on the carpet.
Wolf smiled at him and held a spoonful out.
“Want some?” he asked.
“What’re you watching?” Juri asked, taking a bite of the proffered dessert.
“Parliament TV,” Wolf said, as though that were a normal thing for normal people to watch. Juri stared at him with something between a frown and disgust on his face. “What?” Wolf asked, tucking the spoon back in his mouth.
“Nothing,” Juri told him, tugging Wolf back into his lap, to which Wolf didn’t protest. Juri kneaded Wolf’s sides gently, easing the taut skin. Wolf had adjusted well to his pregnancy, better than Juri had both now and before. It had been a shock to them both, since nothing of the sort had happened in Germany since the incidents many years before. Juri had wondered if, then, the situation was simply hereditary and Wolf had been a natural candidate for it.
They had talked at length about it, discussing everything they could think of but, in the end, Wolf had been very willing to let some things go unsaid. He knew that Juri wanted his child and would support him and it when the time came.
But.
There were those things that had been left unsaid and Wolf didn’t like not knowing.
“Was it like this for you?” he asked softly, tilting his head back to look up at Juri.
Juri’s breath caught.
“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice sounding strangled. Wolf laid his hand on Juri’s wrist in silent reassurance. He’d known this would be hard but he wanted the tears, if any, out now.
“When you were pregnant, did it feel like this? Were you uncomfortable all the time with the baby kicking you and all that?” Wolf asked. He was pushing, oh God, was he pushing, but he fucking needed to know.
Juri’s eyes closed and he pressed his face into the back of Wolf’s neck, breathing his scent in as he tried to steady himself. Wolf could feel him shaking, could feel the man breaking behind him. He turned, taking Juri in his arms, wrapping his lover into him tightly as Juri continued to shake.
“I…” Juri began, breathing shallowly and far too quickly. “I never got as far as you, Wolf. We’re going to be okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry about the baby. Everything’s going to be fine. The doctors said so.”
“I’m not worried about the baby,” Wolf muttered into Juri’s hair. He blew out a warm breath and shifted closer. “I’m worried about you. I told you we didn’t have to go through with this if you didn’t want to. We can still turn back. Not without breaking a couple of laws, mind you, but we can.”
Juri laughed, his shaking subsiding.
“I’m telling you, fuck the police and the courts and everyone else. I’m a pregnant man, I can do whatever the fuck I want,” Wolf continued, just trying to keep the smile on Juri’s face. “By the way, how do you expect we’re going to name this brat without making it all convoluted? I’m not having a fucking kid named Ziegler-Linke-Werner, you know. Imagine that first day of kindergarten and the kid’s got to write her name and it’s going to be all Caroline Ziegler-Linke-Werner and she’ll be trying to write it and the teacher’s going to have to help her but then bam! The teacher screws up and our kid’s going to be going around telling people her name’s Zauberer-Lust-Warzen or something equally awful.”
Juri laughed hard, tears on his cheeks as he hugged a grinning Wolf too tightly.
“Well, I guess we’ll have to do something about that then, won’t we?” Juri asked, kissing Wolf’s temple as he chuckled.
“You better be asking me to marry you, you loser, because I’m not doing a civil union,” Wolf said with a deliberate sniff.
“I didn’t think you would. I’ll be right back.” Juri pulled away, setting a pillow in his place. Wolf frowned and took a bit of his ice cream, pondering whether Juri had taken that as a joke. It was a valid dilemma: a double hyphen would be way too much to thrust on a kid. Wolf also wasn’t all that set on repeating his childhood with his own kid. The sex might change but it would still be two unmarried parents and one twice the other’s age at that.
Wolf had finished his ice cream (he’d already been way past half-done when Juri come in the door) when Juri returned.
“I thought you might want a ring,” he said softly before handing Wolf a small piece of gold. Wolf’s eyebrows rose.
“You’ve been thinking about this,” he said, keeping the ring on his palm as he watched Juri’s expression, not yet ready to put it on his finger.
“I suppose I have,” Juri told him in response. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and smiled gently.
“How long?” Wolf asked.
“Since the day we knew for sure,” Juri answered honestly, his smile thinning the tiniest bit.
“Then it’s for the kid.” Wolf nodded to himself and looked down at the ring resting on his palm. “So she doesn’t end up with a fucked up name.” It had to be the hormones making his eyes blur. He couldn’t logically be upset about this. He couldn’t.
Juri reached out and touched Wolf’s chin, forcing Wolf’s gaze up to his own. Wolf blinked, ashamed to find the tears beading at the corners of his eyes. They fell unwarranted, wetting his cheeks. Juri frowned as he reached out and wiped them away.
“Honey, it’s not just for our daughter,” Juri said to him, looking Wolf deep in the eyes. “If that’s all it was, I would just write in something different on the birth certificate. You know that. Wolf, I’m asking you to marry me for me, because I really do want to be with you.
“So,” Juri said. “Be with me?”
And so Juri married Wolf and on their daughter’s birth certificate it said this: Eva Sophia Schewe. Neither gave up their names nor imparted them upon little Eva, deciding that those sort of things really weren’t important at all when the child in question was more interested in the flavor of her toes than anything else. Eva, naturally, didn't care either way.