I wish... 8/8
General info and discaimer: Here
Chapter/part: 8/8
Warnings: slash, mpreg
Beta: Soar
Series/Sequel: Series of orliljah stories, sequel to Punishment
Authors note:The story take place year 2009. This is also a contribution to xander anyothergirl415 and her story 'The Never book', a story I like very much and wished I had the original idea for. So it is from her I got the basic idea to write this story. Though it is long from the same.
Summary: After Elijah assured Orlando that he really loved him and wanted to take part in what was to come, he fixed up a house so they could stay away from any prying eyes, meanwhile, Orlando carried their child. This is the story of the last weeks until the birth.
Previous parts; Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Part 8
“Elijah, love,” Orlando shouted to his boyfriend who was in the kitchen.
It took a while before Elijah answered. “What is it now?”
Orlando had to turn to see Elijah, who was in the hall. “Could you bring me my notebook and the pen, I forgot it in the bedroom?”
“Can’t you get it yourself? I’m cleaning.” A slightly irritated reply came back to him.
“I finally found a relaxing position where my back doesn’t hurt too much, or the child’s weight pushes too much against me. Please!”
Elijah turned and disappeared, only to come back a moment later with the book. The last week had consisted of a lot running around for Elijah. He tried to make amends after Orlando’s last blow job, which had worsened his condition.
When Orlando got the book, he took a hold of Elijah’s wrist and drew him closer, motioned him to bend down and then kissed him.
“Thank you. I’m sorry I boss you around, but I hope you want us well. You heard what Dr. Quinn said yesterday,” Orlando said when he let go.
“Of course, I don’t want anything to happen. I’m as nervous as you are,” Elijah replied, rising from his bent position and stroked Orlando’s belly.
Seeing and feeling the strokes, Orlando knew he was forgiven for his bossiness. The last week had been hard and he was even more tired than usual.
I wish… …I could do more.
I wish… …I hadn’t grown so large.
I wish… …I didn’t feel so handicapped.
I wish… …for long, nice moments.
I wish… …to never lose love.
I wish… …I was fine to the end.
I wish… …to live.
I wish… …it was tomorrow…
“Merde!”
“Did you say something?” Elijah’s voice came this time from the kitchen.
“No, not really,” Orlando replied in a strained tone as he had just tried to get up. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“You definitely said something,” his mate said as he came into the living room.
“I’m sorry, I was too slow,.” a beetroot red Orlando said.
Looking up, Elijah told him that he didn’t understand what Orlando was sorry for.
“I shifted when I wrote and the pressure on my bladder got too much, and I didn’t get to the bathroom in time,” Orlando explained.
“Ohh. That’s alright. Go and change and I’ll toss the wet clothes in the machine and dry up the floor.” Elijah tried to sound like it wasn’t a big deal so he didn’t embarrass Orlando.
It had happened a few times, but then he had been closer to the bathroom and mostly taken care of it himself. He suspected that Elijah had seen it but never said anything. According to Dr. Quinn, it stemmed from the fact that the child had turned and sank so low that even a little pressure would mean that he wasn’t able to hold himself.
When he changed his clothes and went out to the kitchen, he saw that Elijah had just done what he’d said he would do.
“Elijah, what would I do without you?” he asked.
“Probably make someone else’s life a hell.” Elijah said with a big smile.
Orlando smiled back. “You know that I love you.”
“I know…”
~*~*~The End~*~*~
To ensure my readers...
There will be more to the series and of course a follow up so you know what it get. Have any suggestions? (Edit: Gender and name is decided.)
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