D.U.D.E Part 18 - Baby Makes Three... or Four (Set in 2021)
Note: This is set in a universe where Men VS Women / Intergender matches can happen.
Chapter 1: here Chapter 2: here Chapter 3: here Chapter 4: here Chapter 5: here Chapter 6: here Chapter 7: here Chapter 8: here Chapter 9: here Chapter 10: here Chapter 11: here Chapter 12: here Chapter 13: here Chapter 14: here Chapter 15: here Chapter 16: here Chapter 17: here
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Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places (those chapters will be marked as 'Mature / sexual content' just to be safe). Please inform me if you wish to be tagged or untagged from posts. If the text is in italics and orange it's Kirby's inner monologue. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it's either dialogue or a P.O.V change (P.O.V changes will be in bold and translated dialogue will appear in square [ ] brackets), Key below. Quick note on Geia's text colour: Yes I do know that as Greed she should be in yellow but I decided to colour the men's dialogue yellow so Geia was changed to be pink like the other women in the story outside of the main 8.
The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.
Kirby's P.O.V:
"Two babies." Kirby smiles as she holds the ultrasound picture.
Eddie and Mox chuckle as Kirby gleefully giggles and spins in the backyard of their Airbnb. Renee walks out with a beer for both the boys and a bottle of water for herself.
"Do you know how many years I thought I couldn't get pregnant, but two babies, two?" She stops giggling, her eyes welling up with tears.
Eddie stops laughing, putting his beer down and rushing to wrap Kirby in a tight hug, "I got ya, Ma, ya a'ight. Breathe, Kirby, deep breaths."
She buries her face in his neck, sobbing against his skin, tears of happiness, but still sobs, clinging to Eddie like he's her entire world.
"So, I'm guessing the twins will be a miracle to you, Kirby?" Jon asks softly.
She lifts her head, from the crook of Eddie's neck, "When I was eighteen, the doctors told me, they had me fully convinced, that I couldn't have children. You know the fact I'm a giant, that's why I was thought to be barren, forever childless. To be told that I'm not just pregnant with one, but two, that's... that's somethin' beyond my wildest dreams."
"Our little miracles, God was kind enough to bless me wit' you, now he's blessin' us wit' them." Eddie whispers, holding Kirby protectively.
Kirby had gone back to New York the next week, spending April and beginning of May around Eddie's parents. She wakes up on the morning of the 14th, to the sound of barking, not dog barks but human barking, echoing through the house 'Arf, Arf' like a loud bad cough. She gets up and throws on an oversized t-shirt and maternity leggings, cautiously opening the bedroom door
"Who the fuck is out here barking? Don't you know it's six in the morn...ing... Hello, Stranger." She stops in her tracks, smiling upon seeing the figure.
Eddie pulls Kirby into a gentle hug, kissing her deeply.
"You missed the second ultrasound, I got pictures and info for ya."
"I'm sorry I missed it, but tell me everythin' Ma." He smiles and kisses her softly.
"Okay, first of all, ya mother is a saint, and second of all, do you wanna know what gender the twins are?"
"I'm sure my mother knows she's a saint, and yes please, Sweetheart."
"Both are boys, ya bloodline continues." She smirks.
Eddie grins, "I know what my motha's like, what have you, and her, been thinkin' of namin' my sons?"
"I was thinkin' Emyr and Ethan, or Eirian and Elisedd."
"I know you, what do the ones other than Ethan mean?"
"Emyr, is Welsh, it means 'King' or 'Lord'. Eirian is-"
"One of your middle names." Eddie teases.
"I know that, but it's gender neutral, and means 'bright' and 'beautiful' in Welsh. And Elisedd is also Welsh, and means 'kind' and 'benevolent', and was the name of two Welsh kings."
"I think we name one Ethan and one Emyr, and give them both Irish and Welsh middle names that only you can pronounce. That way, when our boys are naughty, when they show how much their Pá has influenced them, you're the one who knows exactly how to yell their full names, and get them back in line." Eddie chuckles as he sways them from side to side.
"I like that idea, Kingy. You gotta fly out tomorrow, don't ya."
"Yea, but I wanted to have a day with my Wifey, so I chose today. Just you, and me, and a very comfortable bed. I wanna talk to my boys, and relax with my Doll." He smiles softly, throwing his phone on the couch next to his bags
"How're ya gonna do that when you... oh, you mean the twins."
"Pregnancy brain?"
"Yep, that's why ya mother's a saint."
Eddie chuckles as he picks Kirby up, holding her, bridal style, in his arms and taking her to the bed. He talks to the bump for the rest of the day, only leaving to grab food, or drinks, for himself and Kirby.
He leaves an 'I love you' note for her the following day, before he flies back to Jacksonville. Kirby gets to August before having to call Eddie with an emergency, his phone doesn't pick up, but luckily for him it's a false alarm.
Kirby's halfway through her breakfast, on the morning of the 26th of August, when the door swings open and Eddie, Mox and Homicide walk in, all three men looking panicked, Renee however looks calm as ever when she sits next to Kirby.
"How's the babies treating you?" She asks, softly touching the bump.
"They're evil, nah I'm kiddin', they're fine. Yesterday though, oh jeez, nearly had a heart attack when Doughboy didn't pick his phone up. Luckily for him, it was a false alarm, Braxton Hicks, thought I was in labour when I wasn't." Kirby explains, shovelling spoonful after spoonful of cereal into her mouth.
"See, I told you three it wasn't happening for real."
"Still could've picked ya damn phone up, Edward. Wifey thought she was givin' birth, Edward. Ya mother's currently annoyed with you, as am I."
"Where is he? Eric texted me to say he picked him up from the airport." A very annoyed Ruth emerges from the spare bedroom.
Eddie tries to use Homicide as a shield when his mother starts yelling at him in Spanish, very angry Spanish, before she hits him in the arm a couple times, finishing her tirade by hitting Eddie around the ear.
"Thank you, Ruthie, I'm sure ya would've killed him for me if he actually missed their birth." Kirby smirks, sticking her tongue out at Eddie when she walks past him.
"I'm not gonna miss their birth, I'll take as much time off as I need to," Eddie explains, wrapping his arms around Kirby's waist, "You wanna sit outside in the sun together, beautiful?"
"As long as you help me up, handsome."
Eddie leads Kirby to the back patio, sitting on the steps with her between his legs, relaxing with his wife for around an hour before Kirby's breathing spikes.
"Oh shit, oh fuck." She mutters, feeling her water break.
Ruth and Renee look at each other before helping Kirby up.
"Jon, call an ambulance" Renee whispers, Jon nods and does so immediately.
"Eddie, go put on something presentable, you're going to meet your boys sooner than expected." Ruthie orders her son, giving him a stern look when he grumbles.
"Oh fuck, holy shit," Kirby whispers breathlessly, "Ruth, how did you manage to do this twice?"
"Neither time was twins, and they were easy babies," Ruth shrugs, "Nelson, you hold her steady, I'm going to get the hospital bag." Ruth instructs, leaving Renee and Nelson (Homicide) to hold up the, very pregnant, giantess.
It takes five minutes for the ambulance to reach the house, enough time for Eddie to realise that it's not a false alarm and start panicking and praying.
"Edward." Kirby growls.
"Yes, Doll?" Eddie looks at her from, where he's sitting in the ambulance, between Ruth and a paramedic, halfway between the house and the hospital.
"Prayers will not help right now." She glares at him.
Eddie goes silent and protect his crotch.
By the time they reach the hospital, Eddie's holding Kirby's hand and trying to hide his emotions, failing at the latter miserably, and looking more of a mess than Kirby.
Eddie nearly faints when the doctors show him how far through pushing Kirby is, the forehead of their first son visible.
He has a nurse check on his hand, after Kirby's done pushing out the first baby, she just tells him that nothing's broken and to focus on his wife.
By 5:30 pm on the 26th of August, both of the twins are resting in cots, next to Kirby's hospital bed.
"How long have they been sleeping, Eddie?" Kirby asks softly.
"Emyr's been asleep for two and a half hours, Ethan's been asleep for half an hour, and you, Ma, have been so strong and brave, ever since you came into my life."
"And you, my handsome man, nearly fainted." She chuckles softly.
"The beauty of childbirth," Eddie chuckles, "Guaranteed to make men either faint or puke."
"But it's worth it. Our sons, our beautiful baby boys. Emyr Faolán Peredur Ariel Moore, born two-twenty pm and Ethan Lorcán Gwyn Joel Moore, born four-fifteen pm, both on the twenty-sixth of August twenty-twenty-one."
"Our boys. My sons. The sons of a beautiful, Celtic giantess and an idiot from New York."
"You're not an idiot, you're handsome and charismatic, and you make me laugh."
Eddie climbs into the hospital bed next to Kirby, holding her close and kissing her deeply.
"You can tell my Da, he wasn't here for the birth of his first grandchild, or the second."
"I'll take that on, they can yell at me and not you, after that I can deal with ya father's anger. I've dealt with an angry, sweaty, violent, in labour, you."
"Did you see Emyr's eyes when he opened them, green, like yours." Kirby sighs happily.
"Ethan's got your deep blue eyes, but they both, for sure, have my nose." Eddie grins proudly.
"I heard the nurses say something about them breaking a hospital record, so I think they might have my gigantism."
"If they do, I don't mind, it'll just mean two more amazing giants in the world, like their mother and her beautiful stretch marks."
"Don't mention the stretch marks, I don't like 'em."
"But they add to your beauty in strength, you look more badass and that's the real miracle, somehow adding stretch marks to an already badass babe, made an even more badass baby mama."
Kirby's about to kiss Eddie when Emyr yawns, both Eddie and Kirby look over at the cots. Eddie gets up and picks him up, passing him to Kirby. She holds him close to her chest and smiles softly.
"Hey, little one. Eddie, he's opening his eyes. Aww, my little king."
Eddie grabs his phone, taking a photo of Kirby with Emyr, picking up Ethan and taking a selfie with both his kids and his wife. Kirby watches as he posts it to Twitter and Instagram, not mentioning their names.
"This is gonna sound so wrong, but ya gonna have a kid on both tit for a while, if ya breastfeed." Eddie chuckles, smirking at Kirby.
"Edward." Kirby raises an eyebrow in response.
"What," he shrugs, "it's true."
"It may be, but I saw the look in ya eyes."
"Okay, maybe I was thinkin' of putin' ya tits in my mouth."
"Don't hold Ethan like that." Kirby scolds as Eddie balances the younger twin in one hand.
"He's safe, I got him." Eddie whispers, placing Ethan back in his cot.
"I gotta call Mike, and Ash, and Yoshi, and Jack... God, I must call Jack... he'd lose his mind." She murmurs, cradling Emyr in her arms.
"Jack? One of your cousins?"
"Nope, better, Jack Marciano."
Eddie's eyes light up at the idea, "Holy fuck, he'll go crazy... shit, I shouldn't swear around the babies."
"Nope, but they're young enough not to remember, or repeat it, in a couple years though, ya won't be so lucky."
Eddie kisses Kirby gently, a beaming smile on his face. He places Emyr back in his cot, and climbs into the bed next to his wife.
The following morning Kirby's allowed out of the hospital, she's still dressed in maternity clothes, Eddie takes her out, to a nearby café, so he can smoke, and so she can have a cup of coffee with him.
"I went through ya phone, called everyone ya Da told me to." Eddie murmurs, watching Kirby take her first post-pregnancy taste of coffee.
"And...? Ya can't just leave me at that."
"And, beautiful wifey, ya friends are gonna try to fly out to see the boys. Oh, and Jack's real fuckin' mad that we didn't tell him, about us, sooner." Eddie takes a drag of his cigarette, breathing out the smoke away from Kirby.
"If I hadn't spent, nearly all of, yesterday giving birth to twins, I'd spend all day today in bed with you."
"Keep it in ya pants," Eddie chuckles, smirking and winking at her, "Sexy baby mama."
"Sexy? Baby weight on me still, and I'm sexy?"
"Ya always sexy to me, Ma." He whispers.
"Emyr and Ethan are gonna have a weird childhood." Kirby sighs softly.
"Yeah, but they have us as parents, and we are very capable of beating up bullies."
Kirby's phone buzzes in her back pocket, she reads the message before looking at her husband, "You finish ya cigarette, we can take the boys home in a little while."
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