#dbh mpreg

[iamgonesoseeya]

I picture Hank and Connor to be like Cameron and Mitchell in modern family when they accidentally lock their baby in the car.

THAT IS THE MOST SPOT ON THING I HAVE EVER HEARD SPREAD THE WORD

[iamgonesoseeya]

"Did you know Android couples still are not allowed to have children together?" Nines brings up over lunch. Gavin and Hank throw down their food like a pair of starved wolves, while Connor bounces Avery on his lap, the excitable toddler playing with with pink rabbit rather than eat the fries in front of her. Gavin turns to his partner and raises a brow, mouth full and slathered in sauce. Nines has his hands on his bump, now beginning to extend exceedingly so it's visible over the table, and frowns at the mess that is his boyfriend.

"That can't be true, what about that Kathy chick that stays at Mark's?"

"Kara and Marcus." Connor corrects.

"I thought she only had the one daughter?"

"She does, he's correcting you on the names, asshole." Hank wipes his face with the napkin and redirects his attention to his daughter. She giggles and coos as he sweeps her into his lap, and Hank begins feeding her. "But he's right, Kara has parental rights, don't she?"

"Androids are allowed to adopt other android children, such as Alice, but not humans." Nines shifts uncontrollably and rubs at his pelvis. The weight of his pregnancy was beginning to aggravate him, he could feel the movement of his unborn child every second of every day, and internal pressures were triggering his alerts more frequently than preferred, he could tell it wouldn't be long before the arrival. However, with the government still in hot pursuit to maintain peace among broody androids, Nines still can't forget the worries of his own rights for his children, and how the corrupt system didn't allow androids to be seen equal to human parents. It distracts him enough from the shifting of his descended belly, but has been nothing but an ear ache for Gavin. He turns to Gavin again and sighs. "Two android's can not conceive together."

"Well I mean, it ain't so crazy, is it?" Gavin asks, taking another bite of his burger. He chomps obnoxiously loud and shrugs. "Why not just go get an android kid? If the whole having a kid thing is important, what's the fuss-"

"Me and Connor are both parents of human children, Gavin, are we not?" Nines bites back, eyes flaring with instant rage. Gavin stops eating and his face flushes of all colour, weary of the hormonal ridden man Nines has become, and curses himself for being so stupid. Connor and Hank awkwardly retreat into their chair, playing with Avery as she waves her bunny at the two, unaware of the stress brewing at the table.

Gavin puts his burger down and swallows. "You know I don't mean that. It's not that androids can't do it, or whatever, but like...well, you and Connor got a human partner, you know?" He smiles, putting his arm around Nines. "C'mon babe, stop stressing yourself out, will ya?"

Furious, his LED flaming red, Nines shoves at Gavin and storms away to the bathroom. The three at the table watch, Gavin and Hank baffled by the commotion.

"So...what was that about?" Hank asks while Avery grabs at his beard.

"Markus and Simon were denied fertility treatment from Cyberlife. Nines got a little emotional when they told us..."

Silence, then Gavin falls forward with a groan. Hank watches at he grumbles nonsense under his breath, grinning when Avery tries to reach for him, laughing. Without another word he gets up to find Nines, leaving Hank and Connor to deal with a now fussy Avery. Hank picks her up over his shoulder and rocks her playfully, wincing as she grabs the long locks of his hair.

"That sucks for Markus. Are they going to adopt an android kid instead?"

"They're going to infiltrate the Cyberlife facility and steal the necessary upgrades to inseminate themselves." He takes Avery out of the shocked man's arms and dances the plush rabbit in her face.

Hank eventually finds words best to respond with, but Gavin returns with Nines as he does, so he saves them for when they're back home together...

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I don't think this made it in. "If you don't stop laughing. I'll kick you. Help me up!" Reed900.

Gavin is a great boyfriend, despite the persona he tries to portray. He wants people to think he's heartless and cold, but behind closed doors he's soppy and loving, never letting Nines forget how much he means to him. They have their banter, and they argue just like the used to, but Gavin has grown soft since Nines got pregnant, and it's endearing to see.

Some things though Gavin finds hilarious. He's fortunate enough to have missed out on carrying babies - thankfully, if by the looks of Hank and Nines experiences are anything to go by - and so he tries not to judge what he can't understand, but it's hard when Nines is so clueless himself and reluctantly needs Gavin's help so often. He's used to being so officiant, suddenly needing the aid just to walk from room to room is embarrassing to the state of the art android.

One such dilemma since Nines entered his eighth month of pregnancy was getting up after having been seated. The struggle of moving his heavy body, forgetting the weight was suddenly different, he was embarrassed. Being so stubborn to work through his pregnancy, Nines experiences such difficulty at work, but doesn't admit to it. While typing furiously at his keyboard, his eyes flicker over to see Gavin across from him, no attention to his own work, staring at Nines. He frowns, embarrassed to be watched unknowingly.

"Detective, I think it best if you focus on your work rather than stare at me." He says. Nines is always so serious, more so when they're at work, but deep down he does feel a flutter of butterflies fill his chest. Gavin moves from his side of the desk and stands in front of his boyfriend, moving his seat to lean on the arms and trapping him there. Nines watches how Gavin's eyes fall down his body and back up, a devious look lingering long on his expression.

"You look tired." Gavin says, to Nines' horror.

"I am not." But Gavin shakes his head, dismissing him.

"How about we call it a day? I'll take you home and we can cuddle up under a blanket. Maybe even have a little fun just us?.." he walks his fingers up Nines' arm, and smirks. Nines' eyes go wide and he waves off Gavin.

"I have no such interest, now leave me be!"

But Gavin knows Nines like the back of his hand. He sees the tell tale signs- how the android chews his lip and knits his brows, he's thinking about such activities more than he wants to admit, and he also knows his recent lack of patience is due to an increase in frustration. Nines was gagging for some action, but he's too prideful to admit such.

Gavin however, was a certified horn-dog.

He leans over Nines shoulder as he types and plants a kiss to his neck, purring into his ear. Nines freezes completely, clenching his fingers as Gavin licks his lips and grips the arms of the chair tightly, the muscles in his hands protruding. "C'mon, Richard, I just want to please you. You've no idea what you do to me."

"Gavin please," Nines looks around the office embarrassed, cheeks slowly growing blue. Alerts pop up internally, desperate for Gavin to give him what his body craves, but he ignores them all no matter how good Gavin's breath against his neck feels. "We're at work."

"I said I'd take you home, didn't I? Fowler don't care if we take early days."

"But there's so much to do..." Nines closes his eyes as Gavin continues to assult his neck. Nines tries with all his might to contain the moans in his throat, and let's one slip just as Gavin jumps back in shock. Nines opens his eyes to see Hank standing in front of them, shaking his head before walking away. Nines sighs, and reluctantly moves to get back to work.

It's a few seconds later when Gavin is behind him again, this time less intense with lust. A hand on his shoulder. "I think you've worked hard enough for today anyway. We'll pick it up tomorrow."

"The case is close to being solved though, detective-"

"No, I don't care. I want to take care of you, so come on." Gavin moves to start packing up his bag, unbeknownst Nines is stuck in his seat and isn't right behind him. Slinging his back pack over his shoulder he gestures to the exit. "You coming?"

"I uh...I have a problem." Nines says quietly. Gavin furrows his brows and looks him up and down, waiting for further explanation. Nines grips the arms of the chair, his LED slowly turning red. "I can't get up." He whispers.

Gavin blinks. "What was that?" He asks, a soft smile as he suspects what he heard. Nines looks mortified.

"My weight has thrown my centre of gravity off, I can't get up."

A pause. Silence...

Then Gavin bursts out laughing. Others in the precinct look at the pair curiously, and Nines blushes twice as hard, gritting his teeth. He glares at Gavin, furious as he continues to laugh.

"Gavin, this is not funny."

But that doesn't do anything, Gavin continues to laugh. He holds his stomach and bends forward, losing his breath, nearly on the floor. Nines cocks his jaw. He's beyond raging now.

“Gavin I'm serious, If you don’t stop laughing, I’ll kick you. Now help me up!”

Gavin wiped away a tear, and freezes when he sees Nines' eyes watering up. He's quick to stop laughing, taking both of Nines' hands and hoisting him up. "I'm sorry, babe, I didn't mean-"

"Don't talk to me." Nines storms off, not waiting for Gavin as he makes his way through the precinct and to the parking lot. Gavin watches at first, feeling terrible, and when he looks around he catches Hank and Connor's eyes, both shaking their heads. He frowns and runs after Nines, cursing under his breath.

The pair reach the car and before getting in, Gavin takes Nines in his arms and pulls him in close, stroking his waist.

"I'm sorry, babe...I shouldn't have laughed at you-"

"No, you shouldn't."

"It's just fucking cute, ya know?"

"It is not cute, Gavin. I do not enjoy being unable to get up."

"I know, I know...you're just always so strong, I can't believe my eyes when you're less than perfect."

Nines tries to push Gavin away. "Well I'm sorry-"

"No," Gavin pulls him back, holding his face. "No, no, no, it's a good thing. I love you, no matter what. When you're less than perfect, I can help you, and babe that's fucking love right there. You know I can't believe I got someone like you to love a guy like me?!" He kisses Nines on the forehead, then the lips, and pulls him in for a tight hug. Nines finally melts into the hug, squeezing Gavin in return.

"My weaknesses are not for you-"

"I know, I'm sorry. Please, let's take the day off, let me take care of you." He moves to open the door Nines side of the car, and holds his hand as he gets in, then promptly moves to get in the driver's side. Nines is still glum, trying not to cry, and Gavin sees the distress in his face that he worries he's not allowed to be vulnerable. "Hay," Gavin says, taking his hand. Nines looks at him, wiping at his eyes. "You're fucking perfect to me."

Nines finally smiles, and rests his hand on his bump. "I love you, Gavin... although I will hurt you if you ever laugh at me again."

Gavin snickers, starting up the car. "I know babe, and it's kinda hot to know you can and will kick my ass."

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Omg so sentence prompt 8, Hank with baby number 2?? :D

“I’m 41 weeks and 2 days, how do you think I’m doing?”

No one could believe how big Hank got, but then again why was it shocking? He’s well over his due date, and according to the doctor, they were expecting a fairly big, healthy baby. Her cheery tune didn’t impress him much, given the extreme frustrations of going over ones due date.

But going over by two weeks?! Hank was officially in hell.

Avery had to go stay with Gavin and Nines when he hit the two week mark. Hank was struggling with getting himself out of bed let alone looking after his young daughter, and Connor was so paranoid about his health, he needed the time to focus on Hank. He’d originally decided to have a natural birth, but his doctor warned him if the baby didn’t make an appearance in the next 3 days, they’d be forced to induce him.

Connor’s preparing breakfast in the kitchen when Hank walks in, his waddle turned up to the highest setting of embarrassment, and only a few feet from his bedroom, the travel still leaves him panting. Connor is quick to turn around and put his arms around Hank, helping him to sit down at the table.

“You shouldn’t be on your feet.” Connor fusses, kneeling down between Hank’s legs. He puts his hands either side of Hank’s enormous belly, and kisses it. “How are you feeling?”

Hank snickers with a snarky tone and leans back, rubbing his bump where the baby kicks out. “I’m 41 weeks and 2 days, how do you think I’m doing?”

“I apologise. It is an obvious question.” He continues to rub Hank’s belly, pressing in the balls of his palms ever so slightly to sooth the constant ache at the lower sides of his gut. Connor could detect the state of their child - perfectly healthy, positioned head down ready to come out, yet too stubborn to make her appearance. Hank practically purrs with satisfaction, head falling back as he lets Connor’s fingers work away the pain constantly festering. Hank’s forgotten what comfortability even used to be.

“Shit, Con…” Hank moans, spreading his legs and sliding lower into the seat. There’s only so much of the chair left however, and before he can catch himself, he slips off the wood and is promptly caught by Connor before hitting the floor. One hand falls to the wood beneath him, and he looks up at the android, snickering when he sees the red of his LED. “Opps.” He says embarrassed, cheeks turning pink.

Connor pulls the heavy man to stand up and walks him to the couch. He lifts Hank’s feet when he sinks deep into the plush of the pillows, and lays him down. Hank grunts, resentful to be laying down again, because God he’s bored of the bedrest, but truthfully he’s exhausted just from two steps so it probably is for the best. As Connor brings a blanket to cover Hank, he leans down and kisses the older man on the forehead.

“Avery called this morning,” Connor says, kneeling on the floor in front of Hank. Instinctively his hand goes to lay atop of Hank’s bump. “She’s angry her sister hasn’t shown yet.”

“Oh she’s angry? Well excuse me for keeping her busy, I’ll get right to popping her out, yeah?“ He tries to keep his tone light and airy, knowing Avery is only a kid who knows nothing about pregnancy, but he’s irritable beyond belief carrying around a fully developed child. While Connor moves to finish the breakfast he was making, Hank rubs tediously at his bump. His hands cup the base of his belly, looking down at the mountain barely contained by his top. "You’re really pushing your luck, kid! Eviction day has come and gone, it’s time to get the fuck out!”

Connor laughs, walking over with the plate. He puts it on the side table and kneels beside him again. “Obviously she’s comfortable. Would you like to try some techniques to induce labour again?”

“I haven’t the energy to ride your dick again, Con, as much as I’d love to. And that’s the only method to induce I’m interested in right now…”

“You don’t have to ride me, Hank. There are other ways.” Connor shuffles up and gently places his hands on his pecs, immediately eliciting a sharp drawn in breath. He gives them a generous squeeze and leans in close, teasingly so that their lips are only centimetres apart, and Hank is desperate to close the space between. Connor smirks, always delighted to watch Hank squirm under his spell. “I read that nipple stimulation can induce labour. Would you like to try?”

“Oh baby, your dirty talk is so hot.” Hank mocks, though he can’t help but buck his hips and watch how Connor’s fingers slowly circles around his nipple through his shirt. He moans low, gruff past the notches on his throat, and his eyes roll back as Connor finally pulls his top up to work him aroused. For a moment he forgets there’s any discomfort in his body, he only knows pleasure–

Until the door knocks and Sumo bounds over barking, making Hank almost jump out of his skin. Connor stops what he’s doing and stares at the front door, curious, and helps Hank sit up right when the next chain of knocks bursts through the silence. When he answers, he’s surprised to see Nines there with Avery in his arms, her expression annoyed.

“Brother why are you-”

“I want to see daddy!” Avery demands, but Connor can tell there’s a hint of worry sown into the anger. He frurrows his brow and looks back at Nines.

“She’s worried something is wrong and that Hank won’t have the baby, and insisted she wouldn’t calm down until she saw him.” Nines is very obviously irritated with her diva behaviour, but he doesn’t hold it against her, and given he took her home at all shows he thought it was important. Connor takes Avery from Nines and holds her close. She hugs him so tight it’s concerning, and over her shoulder she sees Hank sat on the sofa, huffing in pain.

“Daddy!” She calls out. Hank turns around alarmed by the sight of his daughter, and before he can react, she’s wriggling free from Connor’s arms to charge at him. She jumps up on the sofa and wraps her tiny hands around his enormous mid section, tears beginning to fall. “Daddy I missed you, I’m sorry if I’ve upset you, I just-”

“Woah there, baby girl!” Hank puts his arm around Avery and lifts his chin. Tears are streaming down her face, it breaks his heart. “You haven’t done anything wrong! I’m just very sensitive right now, me and Connor are trying to make your sister arrive.”

“Is it my fault she won’t come out?”

“Don’t be an idiot, Avery, of course it isn’t. She’s just being stubborn. Why would you even think that?”

Avery wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, sniffing. “Gavin said if I keep being naughty she will never come.”

Hank looks over his shoulder as he consoles his weeping child, glaring at Nines who seemingly was unaware of the comment and sighs deeply. He was hoping to relax, try move things along with Connor and not have to worry about a toddler, but there was a part of him relieved to have his little girl back in his arms. She snuggles more against his bulbous belly, and to let her go now would send his hormones through the roof.

“Gavin is full of shit, honey, don’t listen to him. Do you want to stay with me and daddy? We can watch a movie together?”

Timidly, Avery nods, staying wrapped around him. Hank looks over his shoulder and waves to the two android’s at the door. “I think we’re gonna keep this one, thanks for bringing her over.” He laughs.

“Are you sure, Hank? It’s no problem taking her back if you want the time alone?”

“Nah, it’s okay. Thanks though, Nines.”

After a long goodbye and the promise to beat up Gavin when he goes home for scaring Avery, the three get comfortable on the couch to watch a movie, with Sumo comfortably at their feet.

Avery sits between the pair, her head resting against Hank’s belly, as Connor tries to work the TV. Of course Hank stays old school with a remote control and no sync to androids, and it’s evident with Connor’s red LED he’s distressed trying to work it. Hank rubs at his bump while Avery talks endlessly about her cousins - how Evangelina giggles when she draws on her temple, or that Samuel is starting to walk and often follows Nines everywhere he goes - and it’s a blissfully sweet the feeling of family. Hank may be frustrated beyond belief, but he wouldn’t ask for anything else given the opportunity.

Connor starts to curse under his breath and that’s when Hank takes the remote and hoists himself up with great difficulty. “I’ll get the batteries, it’s probably just dead.”

“Hank, I can do that, you should-”

“I’ve been on my ass too long. Maybe the walk will do her some good, get the ball rolling.” He laughs, waddling away to the bedroom while Connor watches with increasing worry, like it’s a dangerous trip into a forbidden land. Hank carries the weight of his belly with his free hand, and as he approaches the bedroom, he feels a sudden spasm move through his back to his abdomen. He falls against the wall and grits his teeth, trying to work through the horrendous feeling rendering him useless, and before he can even call for Connor, it happens. An abrupt popping sensation signals between his legs, followed by a heavy splash of water that soaks his sweats and legs. Hank’s eyes go wide, and he can’t seem for find his voice, the panic seizes his throat.

Connor however is full of anxiety and can’t leave Hank alone for more than 10 seconds. He soon enters the bedroom and see’s the older man crippled in pain against the wall, legs spread while he stares aimlessly at his contracting belly in his hands. Connor takes Hank in his arms and redirects him to sit on the bed.

“Hank, are you-”

“My water broke, Con. Shit, she’s coming, you gotta change my pants and get us to the hospital, quick!”

And he does exactly that, rushing around to get Hank prepped and move Avery to the car. Sumo sits at Hank’s side while Connor calls Nines, the canine whimpering at Hank struggles to breath through the pain. Hank pats him, smiling.

“I’m okay, old boy. Just gotta get this little madam out, is all. I’ll be right as rain before you know it.”

Connor swings round the door frame in a haze and nods at Hank, a smile creeping over his lips. Hank with great effort stands up, stumbling as the weight of his belly throws him off balance, just for Connor to catch him, and the two walk out arm in arm. He says a final goodbye to Sumo, telling him to be good to the dog sitter that’s on their way, and that’s it. They leave the house they knew as a family of three, aware that when they return they’ll have a new member with them. It’s crazy to think about, but Hank wouldn’t have it any other way.

When he climbs in the car, Avery has Hank’s hospital bag beside her, and has sat her toy rabbit atop of it. Hank watches her through the mirror, smiling, overwhelmed by the love he has for his precious daughter.

“Nines and Gavin are on their way. There’s no traffic this time on the way to the hospital, so we should be all good.” Connor starts up the car and reverses off the driveway. Hank watches him, the loving butterflies filling his chest, and tears well in his eyes. He takes one of Connor’s hands and squeezes, resting it to his bump, and Connor just knows that’s his way of saying “I love you”.

“She took her sweet fucking time, I tell ya that!” Is what he actually said though.

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Does Gavin talk to Nines' bump when he's pregnant?

ALL. THE. TIME.

And not even in a cute way.

Sometimes he sees or thinks of something funny and he leans over and starts talking to his bump like, “So Hank was like ‘do it for the vine’ and so I’m there with a damn soda can in hand, ready to yeet that bad boy across the whole fucking station, when next thing I know Connor comes running in and BAM! Smacked him in the face! I was pissing myself, and even Hank found it funny. I tell ya kid, the 10s were where it was at with memes. Nowadays it’s all-”

“Gavin, please stop explaining your insufferable humour to the baby. Also we’re at work, please let me work.”

And seriously, Nines hates it. When they’re back home and they’re in bed together, he doesn’t mind, and it’s usually more loving, but if there’s no romance between them and it’s everyday nonsense, Gavin just talks to his bump like it’s another person in the room. Seriously, he’ll sooner strike up a conversation with it than he would Nines.

Gavin’s favourite times are when Nines goes into rest mode and he can just talk to his hearts content. Nines usually lays down in bed and shuts down for a while, and Gavin will just unload all the gooey excitement he has that he’s even too embarrassed to admit out loud to his boyfriend.

“You know, I never saw my shitty life going anywhere. When Nines agreed to starting a family, I thought I died and went to heaven. You’re gonna be so spoiled. Even little Avery, your cousin, she’s gone and packed a damn bag full of her toys for when you pop out. I seriously can’t fucking wait to meet you.”

Nines doesn’t tell him he records all those conversations to play back when he wakes up.

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"The petting zoo is closed, now stop touching me." For Hankcon?

Hank never should have agreed to helping out with Avery’s summer field trip. He knew the second her teacher pats his bump to express her gratitude, he was in for a day of torturous fuss. He’s lucky Connor and Nines agree to help out too, otherwise he might have lost his mind.

Hank and Connor are quite a discussion point for the different families of Avery’s class, and she’s overjoyed to parade them like her own personal toys, proud of her dad’s. When riding the bus to the beach, Avery talks to her best friend Ollie about how excited she is to be an older sister, and he asks endless questions that please her to no end. Ollie’s mom, Sarah, is a lovely woman, and is obsessed with Nines’ twins, and asks the pair endless questions also about the baby to be.

“Have you thought of many names?” She asks, bouncing Samuel on her lap, the little boy chewing the ear of his teddy bear.

“I’ve got a couple, whereas Connor typed up and printed 109 names, almost all of which I hated.”

Some of the other parents on the coach laugh, and it creeps Hank out. He’s never been too fond of Avery’s classmates parents outside of Sarah, and since his bump began to show, they all flock around him like desperate guardian angels, fascinated in the dynamics of their parenting and the babies development given the involvement of Cyberlife. He thinks they’re full of “bullshit”, and it takes a lot of convincing from Connor to keep his mouth shut.

When they arrive, Connor helps Hank off the bus and takes Evangelina off Nines, bouncing her as she grabs at his LED. The class gathers momentarily, a head count, and then they’re let loose to roam free on the beach. Avery takes Ollie’s hand and runs straight for the rocky shore of the ocean, climbing over the boulders and inspecting the shallow waters among the rubble for frogs or small fish. Sarah rushes to follow them, worried, but Hank knows Avery fine. She’s an adventurous kid, there’s no taming her, and to try would only further her determination. The trio find a space on the beach near where the kids play and set up camp. Hank with the utmost effort, flops down onto the towel Connor lays out, and spreads like a beached whale, happy to be off the stuffy bus. The two android’s work around him with the umbrella and cooler, and begin caking on layers of sun screen onto Evangelina and Samuel.

Hank is happy to soak up the sun with his headphones in, pretending nothing exists around him, but suddenly he feels tiny palms pushing his mountain belly, and he looks up to see Avery with a grin on her face. She’s the definition of jovial, so it seems, wearing her new dungaree shorts and hiking boots, her hair tied up in two messy pigtails, and a bright yellow top covered in sunflowers. Her giggle rings through the heavy bass of Hank’s music, and he pops out a headphone to investigate what she wants. Connor is busy building sandcastles with his niece and nephew to attend to Avery’s needs.

“What’s up, baby girl?” Hank asks, sitting up on his elbows. Avery drapes her arms over his belly and kisses his frame, exaggerating the noise of her kiss before laughing.

“I want to show you the fish I found! Can you come?” She points back over to the rock pool that Ollie investigates. Hank grits his teeth.

“You know how I trip at home when there’s no obstacles in the way? Yeah, imagine me navigating through the rocks over there.” He pushes himself up to sit upright. “Can you describe it to me?”

Avery purses her lips, disappointed, but begins rambling off the list of features to the fish in question. Multiple colours, glitter, three eyes too- he wonders if it’s in her imagination, but of course he doesn’t call her out. He nods along, fascinated, and ties up the loose lace of her shoe.

That’s when Ollie rushes over and falls the other side of Hank. His hands spread over his bump, and his eyes widen suddenly when he feels a hard kick against his palm. He even yells in horror, startling Hank and Avery.

“What’s the matter champ?!” Hank asks, but soon realises the case as Ollie stares like he’s hypnotized by the bump before him. He shakes his head and let’s the toddler marvel over the moment, yelping again when he’s greeted by another kick, and Avery laughs pointedly at him.

“She’s just a baby, Ollie, she won’t bite you!” Avery mocks, wrapping her arms around Hank. The little boy mutters “wow” under his breath and rubs where his hands lay, telling his mom about the feeling when she slips over to sit beside him. Hank suffers through the pairs fascination for so long - to make it worse Evangelina soon toddles over and joins Avery, copying her like she’s begun to do with everything Avery does, and soon it becomes too much.

Calmly, through the thick of his teeth, Hank chuckles. “Alright, alright, shows over. The petting zoo is closed now, stop touching me.” He says, picking up Evangelina and handing her back to Connor as he notices the herd of children crowding him. Sarah pulls Ollie away and convinces him to take a walk to the ice cream truck, and as the words leave her lips, Avery bounces over excitedly. Hank exhales heavily, looking over at Connor as he sits beside his boyfriend and links their fingers together.

“Are you okay, Hank?”

“Yeah, just should have stayed at home…I feel like a walking freak show for everyone.” Hank grumbles, but dismisses himself before Connor can even defend him. “Whatever…your daughter is fucking with my bladder right now, will you help me up?”

Connor smiles as he pulls Hank to his feet, wraps his arm around his waist and aids him to the beach side bathrooms. He can tell by Hank’s sour mood it’s going to be a long day…

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Connor buys Hank's this for the work Christmas party-

Hank hates it, and his opinion definitely doesn't lighten when it won't fit the entirety of his belly either.

"I apologise, lieutenant. I should have taken into consideration you're bigger than the average-"

"Watch where your fucking sentence goes, Connor, because I will punch you straight in your shiny fucking plastic dick."

Connor barely listens. He's too distracted by the slither of belly peaking where the jumper doesn't pull down all the way.

"I think you look great."

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"Don’t panic, they’re just Braxton Hicks.” Reed900

Nines runs himself a bath, eyes squeezed shut as shock waves render him immobile temporarily. Nine months pregnant, due date looming, Nines is experiencing what Hank had explained as Braxton Hicks, and and after a short scan, his sensors affirmed the diognoses as correct. With Gavin still at work, Nines decides to try sooth his restless bump with a warm bubble bath, but it seems he can barely move without his wires frying, leaving him frozen over the bath.

Going from zero feelings to a thousand at a time, it’s overwhelming. Nines doesn’t know how to process all that the pregnancy has thrown at him, but he tries to stay level headed best he can. Sure he bursts into tears a lot, but if he can help it he’ll stay his usual stoic self.

He turns off the tap and burns his sensors through the rolling contraction, reminding himself it’s not real for the sake of his own sanity. Just as it ends, he hears the front door close and the rustle of Gavin striping down and throwing his clothes on the floor. Nines slowly takes unzips his hoodie and unbuttons his shirt, rubbing at the tension in his belly. As he starts to remove his pants, he turns to see Gavin at the door watching him, eyes dark with arousal. Nines shakes his head.

“I am not engaging in intercourse, Gavin, not now.” He dismisses immediately, but doesn’t move away when Gavin wraps his arms around him. Nines’ body to Gavin is absolutely stunning. His body stays slender with the exception of the boulder resting on his hips, and the bump curves perfectly. His body’s synthetic programming glitches and reveals the matte white of his android body, and there where his bump sits is a glimmer of squish in contrary to his solid frame, the panels of his upgrade shaped around their child. Gavin kisses his neck, hands cupping his belly supportively.

When suddenly Nines grips Gavin’s forearm and leans forward, working through the pain. Gavin can actively feel the seizure shake through Nines’ belly, and he panics momentarily, unable to move.

“Woah, what the fuck was that?!” Gavin asks, panicked, but Nines is unable to answer. His brain glitches as he tries to work through the motion, and he falls out of reality. Gavin holds on closer. “Babe? Babe, can you hear me?!”

“Gav…” Nines says quietly, almost whimpering. His head falls into his chest, defeated, and eventually the agony subsides long enough he can look over his shoulder to see Gavin’s panicked eyes, the greying brown burning. He smiles weakly.

“What happened there?” Gavin asks, voice tender. No one gets the soft version or Gavin like Nines, and Nines always appreciates the loving care he caters to him alone. Gently, Gavin helps Nines to sit on the edge of the bath, hand stroking the exhausted android’s cheek. “You okay, babe?”

“Don’t panic, they’re just Braxton Hicks.”

But Gavin isn’t so quick to relax as he watches Nines rub his bump with such desperation for something to happen. He kneels down and holds Nines belly in his hands.

“You sure it ain’t time?”

Nines smiles. “Positive. I’ve run several system checks, and it’s not labour. But the sudden feeling of pain is having an effect on my wiring,” he spins his hand around his head, flailing his fingers, and shrugs. “I feel lost? And tense…”

Gavin waits, then nods. He stands up and kisses Nines on the top of his head. “No sweat, babe. Let me worry, you relax, got it? Get your sexy ass in that bath, and I’ll do whatever you want me to do to put your mind at ease.”

He takes Nines’ hands and lifts him up, helping him out of his trousers and holding his hand to aid him in the bath. Gently lowering him, Nines exhales, relieved, the breath he doesn’t need in his artificial lungs finally slipping past the lump in his throat. As he relaxes in the water, Gavin leans on the bath edge and watches him settle.

“Better?” He says, fingers dancing on the water. Nines’ belly peaks through the water, and he rubs at his tender body soothingly, looking at Gavin.

“Only some what. Would you tell me about the William’s case? Did you follow up with the finger prints I filed?”

Gavin chuckles. “Work is what you wanna fucking talk about?”

Nines nods. “It relaxes me.” To which Gavin rolls his eyes, sighing.

“Whatever you say…”