Fic: Unplanned

[ingenious_spark]

Title: Unplanned
Fandom: Saint Seiya- Legend of Sanctuary
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: Pregnancy
Relationships: Aquarius Camus/Scorpio Milo
Characters: Scorpio Milo, Aquarius Camus
Word Count: 486
Summary: Sometimes unplanned things work out. Though Milo wishes this particular unplanned thing hadn't worked out so she was heavily pregnant in the dead heat of summer.

Milo growls softly when she sees him. Camus hesitates, unsure of his welcome.

“If you've come bearing chocolate, bananas covered in chocolate, or pesto pasta with blue cheese, you can come in,” she growls, and he vanishes again. Milo groans softly, shifting and stuffing a pillow under her back. This entire situation sucks. It's hot as hell, she's down to her underwear and a bra, and everything hurts. It's nearly intolerable. She glances down at the book she'd been attempting to read, and sighs. Now she wishes she hadn't sent him away. She tries to get comfortable, pulling her short, sweaty red hair away from her neck, fanning herself lazily with a paper fan.

She's worked herself into a light doze, when someone sits quietly at the side of the bed. The chill aura tips her off, and something bumps against her mouth. She opens it without opening her eyes, and Camus is a fucking godsend. He's made her frozen chocolate covered banana slices.

“I love you,” she breathes, and he chuckles quietly.

“The situation you're in is my fault, so I have to take care of you. I can make you the pasta for supper, all right?” He says softly, continuing to slowly feed her.

“Not so much your fault as your responsibility. Mine too,” she yawned, hand stroking her stomach. “Birth control fails sometimes. It's not the end of the world, though I do wish you hadn't knocked me up so that I'd be in my third trimester in the middle of summer,” she groans, mapping out the huge curve of her pregnant belly. She's due soon, and Camus is stupidly excited in his own reserved way. Camus’s cold hands touch her belly, and she cracks her eyes open to watch him. He looks reverent, worshipful. He talks to their baby sometimes, when he thinks she's asleep. It's ridiculous and adorable.

“You're so amazing, Milo,” he says, in that ever-so-slightly breathless, broken, wondering way of his. “You're making an entire human being in your body.” Milo grins.

“Just wait until the baby has to come out. Fun for the whole family.” She says wryly. He blanches slightly, because when they had talked about whether or not she would keep the baby, she had warned him that she expected him to be there the entire pregnancy, including the birth, and gone into graphic detail about it.

“I don't know how you do it,” he says softly, smiling as the baby kicks his hand. She winces, hoping the little one isn't about to start using her bladder as a springboard again, or whatever the hell the kid’s been doing.

“Hey, you make me feel invincible.” she says warmly, when the baby settles again. “I wouldn't put up with this if I didn't want to.” Camus smiles, small and sweet, and kisses her, gentle and reverent.

Yeah, this kid's gonna be spoiled with Camus as their father.