I was in the mood to write a family based one so I did. Short though, but I had to! Ah! Charles feels! 600 words. Dedicated to KobayashiMarue

Trigger Warning: None

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You paced back and forth, you hands pushing into your back. Your round stomach unbalanced you body, leaving walking a bit of a difficult task. You were only six months pregnant, but with twins it felt like nine. You didn't look nine months along, but you sure felt it.

"Charles." You whined, trying to crack your back. Your husband was in the other room caring for your ill two year old. The poor little guy had gotten a cold. Well, not just him, the whole family.

"Yeah love?" He asked, gently rocking your son, James in his arms. James hands clenched his baby blanket and Charles shirt, his pale body covered in a feverish sweat.

"Why did you do this to me?" You complain,  falling back onto the couch awkwardly. You placed a hand on your swollen stomach, pouting as Charles laughed. He had a fever as well as you, plaguing both of you with occasional fits of feverish laughter.

"Because we had a lot of fun one night and both of us forgot what we were supposed to do." He joked, leaning down with James to kiss your forehead. You groaned, arching your back again in complaint.

"I'm pregnant with two babies and I'm sick and my husband's sick and my other baby's sick. No one's here to wait on me." You whine again, stretching out on the couch. Your shirt pulled up, revealing your rounded stomach.

Charles slowly walked into James' room to put him down now that he was asleep, gingerly placing him into his bed. Making sure to bring the baby monitor, he left the room, ready to join you on the couch.

"Your waiter is here." He joked, twisting around to show himself off. You laughed, half sitting up on the couch.

"If we weren't sick and I wasn't disgustingly large, we'd definitely be doing something." You smirk, moving over so he could lay with you. Both of you were cold, side effects of the fever.

"Remember, pregnant. It's meant to happen darling." Charles wooed, deciding to sit with your torso in his lap, his feet up on a table.

"Yeah yeah, a normal cold I could handle. A pregnant cold? I think I'm dying." You overdramatize, placing on of his hands on your stomach. One of the babies was kicking, further adding to your uncomfortableness.  

"Oh don't worry, if you were dying the four of us be sitting here right now." He pointed out, gently planting a kiss on the side of your swollen stomach.

"Ughhhhh." You complain, wanting nothing more than to sleep. The babies had decided to kick loads every time you finally tried to rest, making it impossible for you to actually get some good sleep.

Charles slowly laid down on his side beside you on the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around your pregnant stomach. His head rested gently on half the side of yours, your hands entangling together.

"Try and rest love, if James wakes up I'll get him." He whispered, kissing your temple softly. You nod, starting to feel guilty, but also sleepy.

"I'm sorry for you doing all the work by the way. Being pregnant just sucks, especially when you have a fever." You say, the sleepy feeling beginning to take over.

"Don't worry, I'm getting better anyway." Charles insisted, gently massaging your side. You dozed off, wincing occasionally as the babies kicked, but finally feeling at peace to sleep.