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Just like the past week mydei woke up to an empty bed, he pawed around to get a hold of his husband, his eyes half closed and half open with how sleep still blanketed over him but no sign of phainon to be found. Reluctantly he sat up, rubbing one of his eyes to wake up completely. The kremnoan looked to his side and sure enough phainon wasn't there. Before he could process what was going on a sharp sound almost like groaning was heard.
Mydei lifted himself from the bed stretching a little before following the sound, he stepped out of their bedroom, “phainon what are you doing?” he yelled across the hall just to get an answer as to where the other man could be, but all he heard was more groaning and some other sounds he couldn't quite understand.
Thankfully it didn't take much time for the prince to find his husband as he stepped inside the bathroom to see phainon basically hunched over in pain on the sink. Much to his shock phainon had started getting morning sickness already, he looked over at the bathroom, from the looks of it was clear that the deliverer had already thrown up in the toilet and was trying to wash his face to look somewhat normal.
He watched as the other man looked himself in the mirror, his usual upbeat persona gone, his eyes had serious eye bags and his smile faded into practically nothing. Mydei took a step forward trying treacherous for him but the tattooed hand was harshly slapped off, phainon looked at him with the worst expression ever, something that mydei was sure he had never seen from the other or at least never expected to see such disgust from the white haired man towards him.
“I'm perfectly fine mydeimos” the voice came out bitter and rough. The deliverer didn't wait for a response, he continued to just stare at himself in the mirror, looking down at his bare chest filled with gold scars under his pecs. He took some water to rinse his face off trying to get rid of his sleepiness and bad mood. Mydei just stared at the scene, he wanted to help clearly, he wanted to do something.
But before he could reach out again, Phainon was hurling again, his stomach contracting his eyes wide both his hands clinged to the edge to sink as he hunched his head over and vomited again, the sounds were somehow more painful to listen to. Mydei didn't wait for his permission this time he simply moved forward and placed a gentle hand on the back of phainon's neck sliding up and down in tentative rubs to give him some comfort.
He watched as his husband finally stopped, coughing and snorting in between to catch some air, the sounds were devastating because mydei could just hear the crying and sobs in between phainon's coughing fits. And if he wasn't obvious before to him, phainon broke down into tears, choked sobs and muffled whines of wanting it all to stop. The prince continued to soothe him by brushing and sliding up and down his back in an effort to calm him down. It wasn't effective, so the next best thing to do was.
The kremnoan didn't wait for too long. He slowly lifted his lover's head up looking him in the eyes, the sight in front of him was hard to look at, the deliverer was crying fat tears spilling down his face. His eyes swollen most probably from crying so much, his cheeks red. The blonde man watched as phainon tried to paw at the hand holding his face up by the jaw. His strength was all used up, he was tired and his muscles were loose and relaxed.
He scratched his lover's arm till it tickled golden blood, the little droplets hitting the bathroom tiles as mydei's grip remained firm. He slowly moved phainon's face to one side looking for any more tear marks. All the while said man was scratching his hand like he wanted to rip the flesh out. But nighter of them flinched. After what felt like eternity mydei finally let go before quickly rinsing the sink to clean it.
phainon just watched, his breathing frowning heavier and heavier halting when mydei flipped towards him, not wasting any time in picking up his lover, he placed one hand on the back of the deliverer's head and the other on the back of his knees. Phainon looked a bit shocked from the action but did nothing in retaliation, gently nuzzling his head into Mydei's shoulder,
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Slowly the white haired man was lowered onto the bed, his eyes already closed with how hard his sickness weighed over him. The look on his face was almost tired even in deep sleep, he looked restless somehow. A tattooed palm splayed over his chest tracing the golden scars under the deliverer's pecs, “you don't hate yourself for this do you? “ the prince whispered softly knowing he wouldn't get the answer he wanted. Without much delay he placed a warm blanket on top of his lover, kissing his forehead before closing the bedroom door.
Phainon woke up with the worst headache ever, his nerves on fire, his muscles loose, he stood up placing one hand on his stomach and the other on the bed side table, who knew getting pretty would be so difficult? It's not like hyacine warned him 10 times or anything? He chuckled at his own discomfort, but the feeling of disgust was still in his stomach, he curled up into a ball at the sharp pain now, on the floor, his head was hurting, his breath ragged, his eyes watery.
He just gagging on air as he felt useless, well at least he threw up everything that ate beforehand otherwise he would've created a mess here right now, a mess that mydei would have to clean up because knowing him he wouldn't let phainon do it at all. At least he's not being that much of a burden on him. Phainon stood up from the floor with wobbling legs, his eyes unfocused as he stepped closer and supported himself on the door frame,
/Just find mydei/, /just let him know you are fine/, the words kept ringing in his head. He looked over, walking with all his might as he finally entered the kitchen, the most likely place his husband would be at, most probably cooking breakfast. And he wasn't wrong, there mydei was wearing his signature red and gold apron and by the looks of it he was done.
Before phainon could open his mouth two hands were already circling his waist, with his nausea still present he was not able to see or register his surroundings properly, so the sudden movement scared him. “wha how did you!?” he stuttered. Mydei didn't reply, he was smiling an almost hurt but we'll meaning smile to show his care, but phainon couldn't see it, with how his brain refused to function.
Before phainon could begin his ever so detailed explanation of how he's actually fine and mydei didn't have to worry about anything, he was abruptly seated, a there was a plate in front of him, a plate containing scrambled eggs, a bowl with bone broth and a glass of pomegranate milk, the meal was light and nothing too heavy, it was perfect for easy digestion and even if phainon were to throw up it wouldn't be that hard too.
Phainon looked at the plate and back at his husband, it was the most basic thing he could've done for his pregnant husband and yet phainon was crying at the thought, nothing about the gesture was grand it was simple down the food, yet the deliverer was crying, maybe it was the hormones or maybe he should have gotten a few more hours of sleep but right now all he wanted to do was be a little bit closer to the blonde haired man
Phainon didn't eat, he simply pawed his hands making a grabbing motion towards mydei, he was afraid that if he were to speak right now his voice would sound cracked and choked. and thank the Titans mydei understood his action, because the warm presence beside him as the prince shifted his chair to sit closer to him was comforting. Phainon didn't need anything more with a warm tattooed hand on his abdomen that placed soothing circles on his while he ate was more than enough.
His smile is a bit brighter now. With the plate empty and his stomach full he gently placed his hand on top of Mydei's slowly tracing it as he looked over towards him. Both with a mischievous grin before lunging forward into the other man's arms. Mydei caught him immediately, his hands wrapping around the other man's back, “hks! What are you doing!?”. Phainon just nuzzled his head further into his shoulder and neck practically purring out the words, “best husband in all of amphoreus”.
Mydei was silent for a while as the words hung between them. Letting the sweet moment stay for a while, because as far as pregnancy goes this was the last of their worries, but they will find a way.