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"I'm surprised that Romulus hasn't smelled it," he whispered softly as Pierce and Romulus filtered in. Calix squeezed Gideon's hand and went to sit down on the floor in front of the sofa. Had he realized that Remus was so sick because he knew Gideon's secret, he'd have said something sooner. But the brunette had figured that the redhead had had his reasons for keeping his secret and went about his days without saying anything.
 
Gideon pulled Remus closer and he closed his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed his lips. 'i'm sorry for putting you through this. I'm very sorry." He whispered to his love and kissed his forehead again then straightened up once more. He held Remus's hand, lacing their fingers and looking at the others. "I.." He sighed softly. "This isn't easy to say and... even worse that I've made Remus keep this to himself." He pulled him into a hug, really feeling awful about that. "I... I'm pregnant. BUT before you get too excited." He sighed, eyes closing a moment then lifting to look at the others. "It... I don't think it's any of yours..."
 
Remus curled into his brother's side. He wasn't angry with Gideon, he just didn't have the energy to respond. He would be very glad when everything was out in the open and he didn't have to keep secrets from Romulus and Pierce and Calix. He felt the vampire reach up between himself and Gideon to take the redhead's hand and squeeze it, but he couldn't read what the other two were thinking with his eyes closed and his face buried in Romulus' neck. He could only hope that they were super negative reactions.
 
Romulus blinked. His eyes traveling from one face to another before finally landing on Gideon again. He held his brother tighter, kissing his head before he turned to see Gideon. "It... It isn't ours? And.. Why. why would you wait this long to tell us? Is this why Remus is sick!?"

Gideon groaned, hand setting onto his neck while the other held Calix tightly, glad for the support. "I... I did not mean for Remus to get sick. I didn't realize that that was the reason at first and had I known, I never would have made him keep it a secret. I just..." he sighed, eyes closing a bit. "I wanted to make sure I was pregnant and do the back-math to be sure that... my assumption of whose it was is correct and... The who doesn't matter and I hope that this baby could be thought of as all of ours... and not that one's.. so .." He sighed. "i'm sorry.'
 
Remus groaned with the harsh tones and curled further into Romulus. He knew that they would be upset. But that made him hurt worse.

Standing, Calix kissed Gideon's cheek softly before lifting Remus into his arms. "Talk. Remus needs rest." He took the little werewolf from the room and into one of their own, laying him on the bed and tucking him under the covers. It wasn't good for him to be in the middle of the argument that seemed to be brewing downstairs... The brunette kissed his love on his forehead before closing the door softly and returning to the living room, sitting next to Gideon and linking their arms together.
 
The three did not fight. They more so argued and had a little bit of conversation about what was happening. It took a while, but they were soon all right with everything and Gideon relaxed. They knew that they were all seeing others, and Gideon had been safe, but the last time he had been drunk and moping and paranoid about what would happen if he were to come back. So, he was okay now.

Sighing softly, Gideon leaned into Calix, nuzzling him a few times, arms wrapped around the vampire and he pouted a bit more. "I'm sorry guys, but we will be happy. And babies! We like babies." H laughed, eyes closed and he sunk against the vampire some more.
 
Remus whined a little, opening his eyes. It was dark out, but he felt a bit better than he had in the past couple of days. Reaching out, he found the bed empty and assumed that the other four had taken the other bedroom for the night to let him rest. The brunette's stomach gave a rumble. "Stupid stomach..." He shuffled out of bed, arms straight out in front of him to avoid colliding with the walls until his eyes adjusted, and he walked into the other bedroom. Gideon was on the outside of the bed facing the door, and Remus walked over and jabbed him hard in the ribs. "Wake up I'm hungry and you owe me for making me sick."
 
Gideon hissed. "I'm pregnant. Don't poke." he mumbled, arms reaching up to wrap aroudn the other, pulling him down and into the bed, scooting back into the others behind him. "Lay down and relax." He said simply, kissing his neck, not wanting him to leave. And more so not wanting to wake up quite yet.

Pierce giggled. "i'll start breakfast." he said from the other side of the bed. He leaned over to kiss everyone's cheeks and then slipped out of the bed.
 
Remus wiggled away. "No, I'm hungry," he whined softly. "I've been sleeping all day. I don't want to anymore." He knew that Gideon was sorry for making him keep the secret, and that Remus could have told the rest of them but that didn't negate the fact that he'd slept all afternoon and into the very early morning and wasn't tired. He sighed when Pierce got up, and stuck his tongue out at Gideon before leaving the room and following his lover down and into the kitchen. "Shoulda let him get up," he mumbled, reaching around the bunny to start a pot of coffee.
 
Pierce smiled warmly, looking at the brunette. "Yes, but he's pregnant and cranky." He stated, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "I love you.' he whispered and then pulled back to begin making the French Toast he wanted to make for all of them. He loved him so very much. And all their lovers, but he hasn't really been spending time alone with any one individually. It was nice to be able to. "How are you feeling though? Better?"
 
He nodded, resting his head on Pierce's shoulder as they cooked breakfast together. "I'll be okay," he assured. Remus stopped Pierce from cooking after there was enough French toast for them both. "Eat with me." He wanted them both to have a hot breakfast. They would cook for the others later. The brunette tugged the other male to the table and nudged him to sit down while he gathered the syrup and butter and sugar.
 
Pierce looked at the other and he smiled a little more. "I like that idea." He stated and kissed his head. He made the toast for hte two of them, setting it onto one dish for now, then turned off the stove and everything. Getting plates to eat the food, he went and set them onto the table before sitting. He tugged the other chair beside him and patted the seat. "Right here." He said, his little cotton tail wiggling a bit with his excitement of breakfast with his love.
 
Remus giggled at the tail wagging, and leaned over to kiss Pierce. The brunette sat, draping his left knee over Pierce's right one to link them together before fixing his plate. "We should do this more often." It was rare that any of them got to see Pierce on their own because the bunny was so busy running a country. They were lucky they got to see him at all, really. Remus missed him terribly, even if he did have three great distractions.
 
Pierce leaned his head against his, his ears twitching in their enjoyment as well. He smiled and nuzzled him some more. "I know. We really need to." He admitted and then pulled him closer. "But shh. The others will get jealous." He giggled and kissed his head before leaning back to begin eating his French toast. He looked down at the other, smiling more. This was a nice morning. Even, or probably especially, after the night that they had had.
 
"You have four commitments today, sire. You will start on the western side of the city to bless the opening of a bakery, and then a doctor's appointment, tea with your parents..."

"Cancel it all." The blond waved off his assistant lazily and fell back onto his bed with a heavy sigh. "It's all boring. I've made other plans for the day... Alone."

"But... Sir... Your parents... Your engagements..."

He chuckled at the slight panic in the young male's voice. "I said to cancel them." His voice was more stern than it had been. Serik sat up and brushed his blond tresses from his eyes. "The world will not stop spinning on its axis, no matter what my mother tells you." He stood and moved from the room swiftly, anxious to get out of his childhood home.
 
Armande was patient. He had to get rid of the prince, why? he did not know. He did not question. All he knew was that he had a pocket full of money which told him that it did not matter. His crimson eyes stayed with the blond. His knee-length brown locks were pulled back in a tight braid to stay out of the way. His body clad in tight black pants and turtleneck with a black peacoat trench coat over that. He followed the other via rooftops for a while before he soon made his way to the ground. NO bullets this time. Too loud. Too many people.

He easily walked behind the other and followed in his shadow, keeping track of him so that he could be sure of the best way to get rid of this kid.
 
He kept his hair low over his eyes and his head down. Serik didn't want to be recognized or cause a fuss. His clothes were his usual: charcoal slacks with a white button down shirt and his black over coat. He'd spent most of his life in outfits like this one and it was what he was the most comfortable in. The blond's shoulder's hunched forward a little to try and match those around him as he walked towards the downtown area. He really didn't have anything planned, like he'd told his assistant, but he had had plans for every day of his life and just for once, he wanted to be free to do what he wanted, when he wanted.

He bought a ticket and walked into the history museum, breathing a sigh of relief that it was mostly deserted.
 
Armande looked at the other and closed his eyes. Of course he had to go where there were barely any people. He stepped into the museum after the other. He followed him and sighed. He adjusted himself to seem a little less conspicuous as he walked up to the other. Looking at one of the exhibits that he was in front of. "It's interesting to see where everything started from, huh?" He asked, red eyes glancing to the side then back to the exhibit.
 
He jumped slightly, not having heard the other man come up to him. "Hmm? Oh. Yes." Serik tried to keep his eyes forward and his voice slightly lower than his natural tone, looking at the neanderthal exhibit in front of them. The blond wasn't trying to be rude (and he was very interested to see what the man next to him looked like!) but he just didn't want to be recognized. "Amazing detail..." the prince whispered, more to himself than the other man.
 
Armande nodded, eyes staying to the wax creatures. "It is amazing. I don't think I could ever put that much detail into a wax man... Though I feel it is a little... creepy too.' he leaned toward the glass a little, examining the wax dolls and realizing how creepy they really were. Now he remembered why he never really went to musuems. Other than not having the time, he just did not like them. Things were dead and stuffed, or made to look real. He bit back the urge to shudder and turned to look at the blond.
 
Serik hummed softly in agreement, studying the glass eyes that were lifeless, and the wax skin that looked...slimy, almost; like it was melting slowly under the warm exhibit lights. "Have a good day," he greeted, and moved on to the next. Despite the general creepiness of the exhibits (that he hadn't noticed until the stranger had mentioned it), the prince was quite enjoying being on his own. It was such a rare thing for him and it was nice to be able to hear his own thoughts for once.
 
Armande looked over at the other and nodded. He turned to go to a piece of painting on the opposite side of the room. He glanced aroudn at the cameras, closing his eyes and turning back to the painting. He hated this so very much. He should have just shot him and moved on. He tapped along his sides and then slid into his pockets and feeling the different vials of poison. He turned and walked over to another painting to make sure he was not looking suspicious.
 
He took his time examining each piece in the museum. Serik read everything on every placard and studied each detail of each exhibit. He was enjoying himself greatly. He lost himself in the quietness, losing all track of time and people around him. He made a note that he'd have to do this more often...though that opinion might change when he finally got home to face his parents' wrath for blowing off his commitments for the day...

Serik finished looking through this particular room and he moved slowly to the next one.
 
Armande had disappeared for a while, going into a different room to look at the exhibits then went to the bathroom for a moment. He got a ring with a small pin on one side which was dipped in poison. Just one little prick. He walked over to the room the other was in. He looked at one of the animals, head tilting to the side before he shook his head and began walking to where the other was. Looking at the painting and he then shrugged and walked past him, only to 'trip' and just when he was going to prick the other, he pulled his hand back and righted himself.
"Sorry..." He stared at the other, brows furrowing and he quickly straightened. "I um... Excuse me. Sorry." he turned and quickly went in the direction of the bathroom. what the hell was wrong with him. Why didn't he kill him? He had it planned out. The pin, the poison, everything. It was going to be fine. But he choked. He... HE could not kill him. He could not ge the courage. What was wrong with him!
 
He looked over sharply, and then reached forward to help the man up. He recognized the other's voice from earlier in the day and was struck by how truly gorgeous he was. Serik said nothing as the male hurried off, but he did keep looking after him as he left, admiring his form and especially his rear end. Beautiful, really. The blond shook himself back to reality after a minute and returned his attention to the exhibit in front of him, studying it with only half of his attention there now. He wondered who that man was, and why he was here in a museum in the middle of a Thursday afternoon. What sort of job did he have that afforded him such luxuries?
 
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