Shinra Heir
This is one of those, my brain wouldn’t let me go to sleep until I wrote the bastard things. So here it is, now I can sleep.
So I wrote this with omegaverse in mind but I don’t think I at all mention anything that immediately ties it to omegaverse. Feel free to read as just transRufus or regular mpreg honestly.
Pairings: Tseng/Rufus, Turks/Rufus
Tags: mpreg, childbirth, Turks as family/pack
They all go running when Rufus screams Tseng’s name from the bathroom. Not necessarily because of the screaming of the name – certainly isn’t the first time Reno thinks he’s gonna’ hear their bosses name on the Pres’s tongue. But normally Tseng is already in the room with Rufus giving him a reason to scream and normally there’s not demanding-panic in the scream.
With Rufus so heavily pregnant as well, well, the scrambling’s justified.
Rufus is in the shower naked and deeply pregnant. But they’ve all seen him like that before – Tseng might be the favorite but Rufus isn’t that picky when he needs help as much as he’s a stubborn bastard accepting it. The white knuckled grip on the support-rails still in the shower and arched back are new though.
Tseng steps forward because he was the one actually called for, and the father of the baby currently making Rufus look like he swallowed a watermelon whole.
“I’m here,” Tseng says, hand running gently across Rufus’ hip. His suit is quickly getting soaked by the shower spray not that he’d really give a shit – the clothes would have survived tougher stains in Rufus’ service. And Reno doesn’t just mean blood.
“They have decided they want out now,” Rufus says. One of his hands shakily coming to spread across his swollen stomach.
They had been waiting for it for over a week now. Had all just been waiting around for it really – not much to do when the Pres is ready to pop. Gotta’ stick close to keep him safe and the nursery had been finished months ago.
“Elena,” Tseng says. And doesn’t bother adding anything to the command.
“On it,” Elena says, slipping from the room to call the doctor.
Rufus just laughs.
“Don’t know if they are in the mood for waiting for help to arrive – they’ve decided they want out and don’t care if it is inconvenient for us,” Rufus says.
“Then at least you won’t have to worry – they already take after you,” Tseng says pressing a kiss to Rufus’ head. A weirdly soft gesture considering who they are.
Rufus just give a bitter laugh.
“Karma then I suppose,” he says as if this whole pregnancy hasn’t been one shit-show after another. Whether a result of the abuse it had already been through or just shit luck, it had been quickly apparent that Rufus’ body did not like being pregnant and was going to make him suffer for his heir. “Rude—give me your arm.”
Rude does with no question. His other hand joining Tseng’s on Rufus’ back to help keep the Pres supported.
“Reno—a chair,” Tseng says without even trying to glance over. His focus entirely on Rufus.
“On it boss,” Reno says. Grabbing the chair they keep around for when you need to wash the blood of a messy job off but also can’t stand anymore.
This use ain’t gonna’ be much different honestly.
“I’m not sitting down,” Rufus says when the chair, and Reno, are under the spray as well.
“Then lean over it,” Tseng says because that’s gotta’ be better than how Rufus is currently positioned – braced against Rude and the hand-rail and half curled-over himself while Rude and Tseng help keep him standing.
“Fine,” Rufus says with a fair amount of venom in his voice.
They’re not gonna’ take it personally considering the whole about to push out a baby bit of the situation.
The handover is a little fiddly, but soon enough Rufus is gripping the chair, freeing up at least one of Rude’s hands.
“How ya’ feeling boss?” Reno asks, because he has it on good authority that being pissed at Reno is a pretty effective distraction from most things. And has successfully proved it that time Elena broke her arm on a mission and Rude had to dig out the cure materia for her because none of them had it already equipped.
The look Rufus shoots him proves he was effective at least at making him pissed.
“Like I’m about to push a baby and organ out of my body,” Rufus says.
“Considering how many go back for a second or third it can’t be that bad.” Not that Reno thinks Rufus is going to have another. He just needs one heir right? And the whole thing so far has been hell enough for him. Surely it’d turn anyone off another round.
At this point if Rufus did suggest having another it’d almost be their job to convince him off it – his life and comfort their most important, and debatably only, prerogative these days.
“In that case you can have the next one,” Rufus says.
“No really built for it.” And honestly Reno was kind of glad about that fact.
“Reno shut up,” Tseng says for Rufus. “Go check on Elena.”
It’s a get out of the room Reno command. But, sure, if that’s what they want he will.
Elena is only just getting off the phone when Reno enters the main part of the apartment.
“He’s on his way,” she says before looking Reno up and down. “Are you going to get changed?”
“No point,” Reno says with a shrug. “Wet is going to be the conditions of the day.”
“How’s he doing?” Elena asks because there isn’t much more to say about the clothes. Or really to talk about when the Pres is in labor couple rooms over.
“Well apparently it hurts. Think Rude is going to end up bruised by how much Pres keeps grabbing onto his arms.” Tseng too but he got Rufus in this state so really he has earned whatever Rufus decides to dish out onto him during the birth. Reno’s partner is mostly innocent in the matter.
Elena worries at her lip.
“He’ll be fine.”
“I know,” she says, “he’s survived worse.”
Reno can only snort at it. It’s true though – childbirth's gotta’ be nothing in the grand scheme of Rufus Shinra’s life.
“The doctor said we should get some towels before he arrives, on the phone,” Elena says, once again moving the subject along.
“Right, well, we should do that and hopefully they get here soon. And bring the good stuff.”
The towels are easy enough to gather. Put on the bathroom bench to keep them out of the spray of the shower where the main action seems to be focused. Rufus now bracing a knee against the chair, his back arched and head pressed into Tseng’s shoulder as he pants through a contraction.
“Elena?” Tseng asks after the contraction ends with Rufus giving a high-pitched keen that Reno knows will never be mentioned outside this room unless he has a death wish.
“He’s coming right away,” Elena responds.
“Did you tell him to hurry up?” Rufus asks. Craning his neck to look at Elena.
“I did inform him that it was in his best interest to not delay,” Elena says. Delivering the news like any other report to the President. Still crazy to think how much she’d gotten used to their crazy over the years.
“Good girl,” Rufus says, letting his head fall back against Tseng’s chest.
“How are you feeling?” Elena asks. Because even after all the years she’s still the rookie who puts her foot into things.
“Ready for it to be over,” Rufus says. Which is much nicer response than Reno got. Although he supposes Elena is much more obviously asking out of genuine concern. “And I don’t need a reminder of how long the average labor lasts.”
Who would seriously be doing that right now?
“Better to be aware of what you might have to face than go in with no intel,” Tseng says, answering that rhetorical question.
Whatever retort Rufus would have given is lost in the next contraction.
“Breathe,” Rude reminds because it does look like Rufus is forgetting that from the pain – holding his breathe which he does know doesn’t help.
Rufus glares because he will never like being told what to do but he does sharply exhale and inhale. The breathing forced but that’s part of the point – focus on that instead of the pain.
There’s nothing more to be done but wait for the doctor and try and distract Rufus from the pain. Which sucks. But at least this time around the pain isn’t tied to Rufus fighting for his life. Sure, it could still end up that way but the odds are much better in this than of Geostigma before the healing rain.
Exactly half an hour later from when Elena rang there’s a knock at the door. Apparently whatever motivation she gave to get the doctor to arrive quickly worked. Good. They were certainly paying enough for swift service.
“We’ll get it,” Reno says. Because it’s not like Tseng or Rude can easily move without the Pres having to seriously adjust and that’d just be a cruel demand right now.
The doctor does look sufficiently intimidated at being greeted by two Turks.
He also recovers from it sufficiently quickly for a doctor that is an expert in his field.
“Where is Mr Shinra?”
“Bathroom, but first – arms up,” Reno says.
“Wha- oh, of course,” the good doctor says because he did agree to complete security when he took on the President of what remains of the Shinra Company. So Turk pat-down not really a surprise.
Elena takes the medical bag to dig through while Reno takes the pat-down. He’s not exactly surprised when he mostly finds medical equipment and stationary, they had already looked into the dude before letting him take Rufus on as a client.
There is one thing though.
“I’ll be keeping this,” Reno says, holding up the good doctor’s phone. “You can have it back after.”
Sure, the risk of compromising images of Rufus being taken is slim but Reno wouldn’t be doing his job if he wasn’t a paranoid bastard about shit like that. Nobody but them need to see their boss in such a compromising position.
The good doctor doesn’t look pleased about it but he also doesn’t argue. Which Reno is just fine with.
Elena gives a nod that she is satisfied of her search of the bag so they allow the doctor through and to the bathroom where his patient is once again doubled-over from a contraction. Poor Rude’s arm once again being gripped by the Pres’s hand, and Reno is pretty sure he can see nails digging in.
“Why did I agree to this?” Rufus mutters after the contraction ends, likely to no-one.
“Because you need an heir,” Rufus answers anyway, knowing it’ll earn him a glare. “Doc’s here by the way.”
“Thank fuck,” Rufus says.
“I see your contractions are lasting about a minute,” the doctor comments, apparently happy to get straight to business. “How far apart are they?”
“Five minutes,” Tseng answers for Rufus.
“You are close than,” the doctor says like he possibly hadn’t fully believed Elena on the phone. “May I?”
“You can do whatever you want if it gets this brat out of me,” Rufus says. And that kind of blanket permission might be dangerous to give. Reno supposes it’s their job to make sure the good doctor doesn’t do anything improper.
Or improper for the course of delivering a child.
Normally nobody other than them would be allowed to touch Rufus in the way the good doctor is currently.
“How long have you been in labor for - a rough estimate is fine?” the doctor asks. Like this all is very dull to him. Leaving Reno torn between the annoyance because the Pres is still hot as hell even looking as big as a whale and glad the good doctor isn’t some creep who get off on his job.
“Eight hours,” Rufus says before anyone else can get a word in.
So that was why the Pres had been in an especially bitchy mood all day. Reno right in his joke that morning that it was probably ‘cause he was close to having the baby.
Tseng doesn’t look happy about the fact. Which, fair enough. If Rufus had of let them know what was going on they could be a lot more organized about it all a lot earlier. And if his issue was he didn’t want the good doctor around until the main event he could have just told them – not like they were exactly keen on someone else being in their space for longer than absolutely necessary.
“Seven centimeters,” the doctor says once he’s done with his prodding of the Pres’ privates. “Not long now.”
“Does he need to be in the bedroom?” Rude asks. Reno’s partner likely wanting to not be responsible for keeping Rufus’ fat pregnant ass vertical.
“He’s fine here if it’s more comfortable,” the doctor says. “Gravity is on our side like this as well.”
“There’s nothing comfortable about this,” Rufus practically snarls. “There is something you can do about that right?”
“Of course – right away.” So even the good doctor could tell the only acceptable answer was a yes.
It takes a bit for the drugs to kick in and even then they only seem to be able to take the edge off going by how Rufus still swears and pants through the contractions. He at least lets them turn the shower off though.
Reno settles in to guard the door. Not that he actually thinks any threat is going to come barging in anytime soon, but these days especially someone is always on guard just in case.
“Okay you can start pushing with the next contraction,” the doctor says after another examination.
Rufus eyes set and his body shifts just slightly in the way that means he’s ready to face whatever stands in the way between him and what he wants in that moment. Most wouldn’t notice it really, he holds himself with no small amount of pride and confidence no matter what, but they have learned how to read him and the cues he gives.
There’s no fear or anxiety about him – he's got this. Because of course he does, he’s Rufus Shinra.
Reno still wouldn’t want to be trading places with him right now.
It clearly still fucking hurts.
Rufus at least seems to have decided to give Rude reprieve from being the outlet for the pain and instead switching to the one actually responsible for him being in this state. Tseng’s hair being gripped-tight in Rufus’ hand instead of Reno’s partner’s arm.
Tseng doesn’t openly react to Rufus’ apparent attempts to pull his hair out. But he does reach up to grab Rufus’ hand, giving him at least some control over the tugging while also giving Rufus something to take out his pain on.
It feels like it takes fucking forever but also is only a moment for Rufus to push the kid out. And, yep, Reno was right to think the people who think childbirth is a beautiful miracle are fucking morons. It’s bloody and gross and honestly the bathroom is going to be needing a serious scrub-down afterwards, but that describes most days on the job for them.
At least they get a new Shinra heir out of it. Which is kind of the opposite of their usual job.
Although the pink, smushed, blotchy thing is quickly wailing its dislike at the whole situation. Somehow seeming even more unhappy about it expulsion from the womb than the one who did the expelling.
Rufus basically collapses after the baby’s out. Letting himself be turned to sit on the chair despite the cord still attaching him to the infant.
“He certainly seems to want to have his opinion known,” Elena comments as the baby keeps crying in rage at having to actually be in the world now. Not that Reno blames the kid – the place does kind of suck.
“Good,” Rufus says, awkwardly holding the baby despite how his hands shake. Rude looking ready to catch it in case he does drop the slimy thing. “He is a Shinra after all.”
“Who is cutting the cord?” the good doctor asks and they all immediately point to Tseng.
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Rufus and the baby are bundled up in the bed. The good doctor led out, his phone returned, and the bathroom still looks like someone’s been interrogated in it, but they’ve collectively decided to deal with that once Rufus falls asleep.
The kid still looks like a potato but is starting to actually look mini-human and it’s clear exactly who the sire is.
“We still pretending we don’t know the baby-daddy Pres?” Reno asks, sitting on the edge of the bed and peering over at the baby in what is appropriate appreciation for what is going to be their new additional boss as soon as he figure out how to form real words.
Reno already knows he’s going to use the fact he’s changed their diapers to shut them down if they do decide to get too uppity. They might be a Shinra but they’ve got Turk blood too and that means they’re one of them not just the one bossing them around.
“Yes,” Rufus says. “There is no way to know for sure.”
Of course there is – there's blood tests, the fact they have eyes and can see Tseng basically all through the kid’s face, and also the fact that as soon as Rufus made him his mind he wanted to get in the family way Tseng was the only one he’d let actually fuck him. The public doesn’t need to know any of that.
“Alright, just checking,” Reno says, because the last thing he needs is accusations he’s causing Rufus any stress right now.
Because it’s clear Rufus is still hurting from it. Every movement the Pres makes is joined with a slight wince that only they would probably pick up but is there. The fact his hands are still shaking would be pretty damn hard to miss even for people who don’t know Rufus Shinra in-and-out.
Of course as soon as Rufus realizes they’ve noticed it he shifts so they are hidden within the fluffy bathrobe he’s wearing or beneath his kid. Stubborn bastard that he is.
“We can hold off the announcement for a few days,” Tseng says. Because really it’s not like people would know if they did. The good doctor had been paid more than enough to keep his mouth shut and the record books are still in such disarray it’s easy to fudge these things.
“No. We will hold it tomorrow morning,” Rufus says because he’s a stubborn fucking bastard who refuses to give any sign of weakness. Even around them despite the fact they’ve seen him on death’s door twice now and still stuck by his side.
His shoulders are set though so there ain’t any convincing him out of it.
“Alright, we will organize what’s needed,” Tseng says. “You rest.”
“I’m fine,” Rufus says despite how clear it is that he’s clearly fucking exhausted.
“You will be able to give the announcement in the morning if you rest,” Rude says.
“We’ll look after him okay,” Elena adds. Because they all knew since Rufus got knocked up that ‘babysitter’ was being added to their list of duties.
It takes another moment but Rufus drops his shoulders. The exhaustion quickly taking over him now that he’s stopped fighting it.
“Fine,” Rufus says handing the baby over to Tseng and gently shifting in the bed to be fully lying down. “Wake me if I am needed.”
“Of course sir,” Tseng says, despite the fact they really didn’t need Rufus for anything until it was time to make the announcement. And they would be making damn sure he rested until then.
