Arrival
Title: Arrival
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Matthew/Dominic
Summary: A new dawn. A new day. A new life.
Here There Be: Fluff, mpreg
Disclaimer: I don’t own these boys, no profit is being made and this is fiction.
Author’s Note: This is my first foray into mpreg. Please be mindful of that and be gentle. If you do choose to read, thank you, so so much. It means a lot to me. For purposes of this fic, Matt has never been a father until now and he and Dominic are an established couple.
Dedication: This is a gift for mercury973 on her birthday - J, I’ve never written mpreg like this before but I wanted to try this as a present for you. I really really hope I’ve done this justice. Thanks for being so wonderful, I’m glad that these boys have brought you into my life! <3
Dominic sighed in his sleep, eyes blinking against the harsh light in his room.
Next to him, swaddled in a pale blue blanket, Devon Howard-Bellamy yawned, eyes closed, as though the effort to open them was simply too much to cope with yet. His fathers could forgive him for this - after all he’d only been a citizen of planet Earth for about twenty-four hours now. He had every right to be exhausted.
Dominic opened his eyes fully and saw Matthew there, perched on the edge of the hospital bed, wearing one of the largest, goofiest grins that Dominic had ever seen the singer sport. He leaned in carefully for a kiss, and Dominic, in a burst of affection, leaned up to meet him, wincing at the pain in his belly.
“No, no, you’ve got to be still,” Matthew soothed, easing him back onto the pillows. “Take it easy.”
“Look at him,” Dominic whispered.
“That’s all I’ve been doing.”
“Christ, Matt.. look what we made...we did good, yeah?”
“You did good,” Matthew said softly. “You were patient and strong and everything I always knew you were - but you showcased it in spades these last months. I’m… I’m so proud of you.” He sat down gingerly next to them both on the bed, reaching out to smooth the hair back from Dominic’s brow. “And, Jesus bollocking Christ, I love you so much I don’t know what to do with myself. That goes for both of you,” he smiled, fiddling with his brand new son’s foot, which had slipped from it’s confines.
Matthew glanced at his son. Sleepy little beautiful little shit, he mused internally. He’d only opened his eyes a few times so far, but they were every bit as crystalline grey as Dominic’s own. They’d both been surprised at the amount of black hair atop their son’s head at his birth. This little being was part Matthew, part Dominic, and all glorious perfection in their eyes. Devon yawned again, Matthew’s heart exploding with paternal affection.
His father - well, the father who had carried him - was sleepy as well. He was also in a bit of pain, as evidenced by the long line of stitches along his stomach. And yet, Matthew couldn’t help but marvel at the soft smile that simply refused to leave Dominic’s face as he gazed, alternately, at his son and his partner. Matthew had always figured that he couldn’t possibly love Dominic more than he had for their whole lives up to a moment nine months ago that Matthew would never forget.
“Let’s make a baby, Matt,” he’d whispered one rainy night, writhing beneath Matthew, his hands sliding down Matthew’s back, past the curve of his backside. “I don’t want to wait. Life is passing us by.”
Matthew had been utterly elated when Dominic had first broached the subject. Fatherhood was something that they’d been discussing for the better part of a year now. They both knew that it would be something that would affect their lives in a pronounced manner, but it would also affect the dynamic of the band. It would mean putting Muse on hold, at least for a short time.
They’d approached Christopher with their thoughts, ready to discuss precisely what a pregnancy could mean for the next album’s progress. The bassist had laughed loudly and pulled them both into a large and painful hug.
“Guys. You want to have a baby! A little, leopard print, red glitter wearing baby! What makes you think anything else,” he’d waved his hands around the studio, “could possibly take precedence over that?”
“We wanted your… oh, I don’t know how to say it,” Dominic mumbled, wondering why the hell he was so anxious suddenly.
“I guess we kind of wanted your blessing,” Matthew said nervously.
Christopher’s mouth dropped open, eyes filling with tears. “Blessing?” he whispered.
Matthew and Dominic nodded.
“You know how much I love you both - and that I support you in all things, no matter what. Besides, it’s about fucking time! I’ve been looking forward to playing Uncle Chris - I’ve just been waiting for you two to get your arses in gear.”
It had been just that simple.
Next had come the necessary tests, to determine if either Matthew or Dominic had been born with the necessary genetic makeup to bear a child. This was a stressful procedure for them both, as only twenty percent of the male population did in fact possess this ability. They had both been devastated to learn that Matthew was not one of the twenty percent. They had been positively over the moon with happiness, however, to learn that Dominic, in fact, was. Dominic relished his role as carrier of their child. Even in the moments that weren’t always pleasant - the morning sickness, the physical toll - he kept a positive and cheerful disposition.
Dominic shifted beneath his covers, wincing a bit with effort as he propped himself up. He lifted his gown aside to get a better look at his cesearean scar, inspecting it. Matthew took a look also, then glanced back at Dominic. “Is it very painful?”
Dominic shrugged, then laughed good-naturedly. “Eh. It’s not fun, but it’s bearable. And it was worth it.”
Matthew leaned down and left the lightest of kisses along the line of stitching. Dominic’s breath hitched in his throat and a tear escaped one of his eyes. He put one hand on Matthew’s head, his fingertips playing in the soft strands. Matthew looked up at him.
“This is a badge of honor, you know. A battle scar.”
“There was a time where I’d have been fretting over the very idea of a scar anywhere on this pristine body but now…” he glanced down at Devon, “nothing like that matters anymore. You know? Nothing matters now but him,” he looked back, into Matthew’s eyes. “And us.” He pulled Devon closer and patted down the bed. “Climb in with us.”
“No, no, what if I roll over on him or something. Or onto you. You know how clumsy I am in bed.”
“Matthew,” Dominic laughed, “come on. I want to lie with my boys.”
Matthew obeyed, gingerly making himself comfortable next to Dominic, little Devon wedged between them. Dominic leaned in for another kiss, Matthew stroking his cheek as he did so. They parted and both looked down at the literal fruit of their loins, who was now awake and looking at them with wide eyes.
“Wonder if he’ll play guitar?” Matthew said suddenly, inspecting one of Devon’s tiny hands.
Dominic laughed, sleepy grin firmly in place as he tapped Matthew lightly on the nose with his fingertip. “Nope, sorry.”
“Why not?”
“Clearly, this young man was born to pound the skins.”
Matthew crinkled his eyes in deep thought. He was about to reply when a voice cut into their reverie.
“You’re both mad. This boy will be a bassist and that’s that.”
Neither of them had heard Christopher and Tom sneak into the room, their hands full of balloons and stuffed animals. They quickly deposited their gifts on the table in the corner and approached the bed. Christopher was particularly eager to hold the newest member of the family.
“Okay, okay, give give,” he commanded with a giddy energy. Matthew laughed, picking the little one up and offering him to his Uncle Chris before climbing back into bed with Dominic.
“Would you look at that,” Tom smiled, reaching in place a kiss to Devon’s head. “Hello little man.”
“Gotta hand it to you,” Christopher whispered, “you two did great.”
Dominic and Matthew glanced at each other as their friends - their brothers - continued to gush over their newborn son. Neither of them spoke, but they had to agree with the sentiment.
They really had done something great.
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Matthew/Dominic
Summary: A new dawn. A new day. A new life.
Here There Be: Fluff, mpreg
Disclaimer: I don’t own these boys, no profit is being made and this is fiction.
Author’s Note: This is my first foray into mpreg. Please be mindful of that and be gentle. If you do choose to read, thank you, so so much. It means a lot to me. For purposes of this fic, Matt has never been a father until now and he and Dominic are an established couple.
Dedication: This is a gift for mercury973 on her birthday - J, I’ve never written mpreg like this before but I wanted to try this as a present for you. I really really hope I’ve done this justice. Thanks for being so wonderful, I’m glad that these boys have brought you into my life! <3
Dominic sighed in his sleep, eyes blinking against the harsh light in his room.
Next to him, swaddled in a pale blue blanket, Devon Howard-Bellamy yawned, eyes closed, as though the effort to open them was simply too much to cope with yet. His fathers could forgive him for this - after all he’d only been a citizen of planet Earth for about twenty-four hours now. He had every right to be exhausted.
Dominic opened his eyes fully and saw Matthew there, perched on the edge of the hospital bed, wearing one of the largest, goofiest grins that Dominic had ever seen the singer sport. He leaned in carefully for a kiss, and Dominic, in a burst of affection, leaned up to meet him, wincing at the pain in his belly.
“No, no, you’ve got to be still,” Matthew soothed, easing him back onto the pillows. “Take it easy.”
“Look at him,” Dominic whispered.
“That’s all I’ve been doing.”
“Christ, Matt.. look what we made...we did good, yeah?”
“You did good,” Matthew said softly. “You were patient and strong and everything I always knew you were - but you showcased it in spades these last months. I’m… I’m so proud of you.” He sat down gingerly next to them both on the bed, reaching out to smooth the hair back from Dominic’s brow. “And, Jesus bollocking Christ, I love you so much I don’t know what to do with myself. That goes for both of you,” he smiled, fiddling with his brand new son’s foot, which had slipped from it’s confines.
Matthew glanced at his son. Sleepy little beautiful little shit, he mused internally. He’d only opened his eyes a few times so far, but they were every bit as crystalline grey as Dominic’s own. They’d both been surprised at the amount of black hair atop their son’s head at his birth. This little being was part Matthew, part Dominic, and all glorious perfection in their eyes. Devon yawned again, Matthew’s heart exploding with paternal affection.
His father - well, the father who had carried him - was sleepy as well. He was also in a bit of pain, as evidenced by the long line of stitches along his stomach. And yet, Matthew couldn’t help but marvel at the soft smile that simply refused to leave Dominic’s face as he gazed, alternately, at his son and his partner. Matthew had always figured that he couldn’t possibly love Dominic more than he had for their whole lives up to a moment nine months ago that Matthew would never forget.
“Let’s make a baby, Matt,” he’d whispered one rainy night, writhing beneath Matthew, his hands sliding down Matthew’s back, past the curve of his backside. “I don’t want to wait. Life is passing us by.”
Matthew had been utterly elated when Dominic had first broached the subject. Fatherhood was something that they’d been discussing for the better part of a year now. They both knew that it would be something that would affect their lives in a pronounced manner, but it would also affect the dynamic of the band. It would mean putting Muse on hold, at least for a short time.
They’d approached Christopher with their thoughts, ready to discuss precisely what a pregnancy could mean for the next album’s progress. The bassist had laughed loudly and pulled them both into a large and painful hug.
“Guys. You want to have a baby! A little, leopard print, red glitter wearing baby! What makes you think anything else,” he’d waved his hands around the studio, “could possibly take precedence over that?”
“We wanted your… oh, I don’t know how to say it,” Dominic mumbled, wondering why the hell he was so anxious suddenly.
“I guess we kind of wanted your blessing,” Matthew said nervously.
Christopher’s mouth dropped open, eyes filling with tears. “Blessing?” he whispered.
Matthew and Dominic nodded.
“You know how much I love you both - and that I support you in all things, no matter what. Besides, it’s about fucking time! I’ve been looking forward to playing Uncle Chris - I’ve just been waiting for you two to get your arses in gear.”
It had been just that simple.
Next had come the necessary tests, to determine if either Matthew or Dominic had been born with the necessary genetic makeup to bear a child. This was a stressful procedure for them both, as only twenty percent of the male population did in fact possess this ability. They had both been devastated to learn that Matthew was not one of the twenty percent. They had been positively over the moon with happiness, however, to learn that Dominic, in fact, was. Dominic relished his role as carrier of their child. Even in the moments that weren’t always pleasant - the morning sickness, the physical toll - he kept a positive and cheerful disposition.
Dominic shifted beneath his covers, wincing a bit with effort as he propped himself up. He lifted his gown aside to get a better look at his cesearean scar, inspecting it. Matthew took a look also, then glanced back at Dominic. “Is it very painful?”
Dominic shrugged, then laughed good-naturedly. “Eh. It’s not fun, but it’s bearable. And it was worth it.”
Matthew leaned down and left the lightest of kisses along the line of stitching. Dominic’s breath hitched in his throat and a tear escaped one of his eyes. He put one hand on Matthew’s head, his fingertips playing in the soft strands. Matthew looked up at him.
“This is a badge of honor, you know. A battle scar.”
“There was a time where I’d have been fretting over the very idea of a scar anywhere on this pristine body but now…” he glanced down at Devon, “nothing like that matters anymore. You know? Nothing matters now but him,” he looked back, into Matthew’s eyes. “And us.” He pulled Devon closer and patted down the bed. “Climb in with us.”
“No, no, what if I roll over on him or something. Or onto you. You know how clumsy I am in bed.”
“Matthew,” Dominic laughed, “come on. I want to lie with my boys.”
Matthew obeyed, gingerly making himself comfortable next to Dominic, little Devon wedged between them. Dominic leaned in for another kiss, Matthew stroking his cheek as he did so. They parted and both looked down at the literal fruit of their loins, who was now awake and looking at them with wide eyes.
“Wonder if he’ll play guitar?” Matthew said suddenly, inspecting one of Devon’s tiny hands.
Dominic laughed, sleepy grin firmly in place as he tapped Matthew lightly on the nose with his fingertip. “Nope, sorry.”
“Why not?”
“Clearly, this young man was born to pound the skins.”
Matthew crinkled his eyes in deep thought. He was about to reply when a voice cut into their reverie.
“You’re both mad. This boy will be a bassist and that’s that.”
Neither of them had heard Christopher and Tom sneak into the room, their hands full of balloons and stuffed animals. They quickly deposited their gifts on the table in the corner and approached the bed. Christopher was particularly eager to hold the newest member of the family.
“Okay, okay, give give,” he commanded with a giddy energy. Matthew laughed, picking the little one up and offering him to his Uncle Chris before climbing back into bed with Dominic.
“Would you look at that,” Tom smiled, reaching in place a kiss to Devon’s head. “Hello little man.”
“Gotta hand it to you,” Christopher whispered, “you two did great.”
Dominic and Matthew glanced at each other as their friends - their brothers - continued to gush over their newborn son. Neither of them spoke, but they had to agree with the sentiment.
They really had done something great.