Hey guys! New chappie! Can't believe how many read and votes this has, thank you guys so much! Hopefully back to normal updates in a few weeks, but here's something that'll hold you over until next time! ;) Btw, Seto's belly up top, just without the boobs!

-Seto's POV-

The whole booth went silent as Bianca signed those words. Even the fluttering sensation from Spud was not there, until I felt Brice's hand tremble in mine.

"No... Oh god no..." he croaked, letting go of my hand to rake them through his hair, eyes wide and terrifyingly haunted.

Bianca was watching him sadly, her hands clasped on her lap, and Martin looked incredibly uncomfortable. Well, I suppose I would be too if I was watching my girlfriends family drama destroy her brother and pregnant brother in law.

I flashed him a sympathetic smile, remembering my awkward sibling interaction, before turning back to Brice, who had his face in his hands, taking deep, shaky breaths.

I bit my lip, starting to feel anxious, and right on que, the squirming in my belly returned. Spud didn't like tense situations, not one bit.

"Brice." I started softly, placing my hand on his back, slowly running circles when he didn't pull back.

I sighed, giving Bianca and Martin a pointed look not to say anything when it looked like they were about to.

"Brice, babe, you don't have to do it. With what they did it's understandable. But think about it. They want to meet me as well, maybe this is some kind of acceptance, you know?" I croaked, tearing up a little for no reason.

Damn, stupid ass, pregnancy hormones.

Brice said nothing, still sitting there, face buried in his hands, still as a statue. As the tension rose, so did the intensity of Spud's wiggling.

I started feeling actual movement about two weeks ago, but nothing to feel on the outside just yet, which Chase assured was fine.

He - yes, I still maintain that Spud's a boy - just wasn't much of a kicker, just in the mornings and when I got a little het up.

Although, when there was a soft thump against one of my kidneys I guessed, I was starting to get the impression Chase was wrong.

I winced at the movement slightly, lifting a hand to rub the spot on my belly, the fluttery squirming subsiding a bit.

Brice suddenly stood, face set in a strained expression, setting down a few bills and gently reaching out a hand for me, which I gladly took, hauling me up and keeping a firm, but soft grip on my hand.

He looked at Bianca, a sad frown forming, and he nodded curtly, his hand tightening around mine slightly.

"Email me the information and I'll see what we can do." he said stiffly, but looked almost apologetic as he walked out the cafe, me being towed along besides him.

The waiter from earlier gave Brice a dark look, but Brice ignored him, moving quickly down the road to the park, finding a bench and plopping down.

I tentatively sat down next to him, one hand still in his, the other holding under my belly.

Brice just stared straight ahead, no expression on his face, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing over my knuckles.

We sat in silence for a long time, watching the light breeze lift and scatter a few leaves, the sun low in the sky, hanging between orange clouds.

Brice suddenly let out a sigh, thumb movements stopping momentarily, before picking back up again.

"Am I a terrible person?" he mumbled quietly, his brow furrowed, and I picked my head up that had previously found rest on his shoulder.

I gawked at him incredulously, sitting up straighter to look at him properly. He slowly turned to me, conflict burning in his eyes.

I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times, astounded by what he just said, before a small nudge from Spud brought me back.

"Wha- Of course not Brice! Why would you say that?!" I asked, shocked to here that come from him.

Sure, he had problems and insecurities, as much as the next person, but to feel like that?

Brice frowned, looking down at his lap, sighing as if a heavy weight was resting on his shoulders.

"I... I hate them. They're my parents, they raised me, taught me, at one point loved me... but I hate them. Doesn't that make me a horrible human being? You, you don't even have your parents, and yet you love them unconditionally, you visit their grave every anniversary and birthday, and yet, here I am, with my mother and father still alive and well, wanting to see me and I hate them. And I can't bring myself not to." he said hoarsely, simply looking down with a lost expression.

I sat silent, not sure what to say. Did Brice really loathe himself that much for hating his parents?

Did he feel guilty for doing so because I didn't have mine alive and well?

I reached my hand up, cupping his chin, lifting his head up to meet my gaze.

"Brice, you have every right to hate them. What they did, it's something no one considered a parent should do. I know I would feel the same if my parents did that to me, so don't think that you're a bad person. You're an amazing person Brice, and I'm proud to call you my husband, and more than proud to call you the father of my child." I murmured, thumbing away the few tears that fell from the corner of his eye.

Brice leaned into my hand, seeking comfort, and I was glad that he felt he didn't have to bottle it up like he used to.

Brice's hand lifted from his lap, shakily reaching out and brushing along my bump, warm tingles on my skin in its wake. Brice looked down at his fingertips, and unreadable expression on his face.

"... How can I be a good father, if I hate my own?" he all but whispered, and my stomach dropped.

There, there was the real reason Brice was so torn up about this. I grabbed his hand as it went to move off my bump, and held it there, staring into Brice's eyes earnestly.

"Brice Solace, you are going to be an amazing dad. From the moment we knew about our baby you've been caring for Spud as if he were actually here, talking to the bump, making sure I eat what's right, being so protective its unbelievable. And in five months, when Spud gets here, you'll be even more amazing.

"Your father abandoned you, and that's a reason to hate him, but you're not him. You're not abandoning yours. You don't have it in you. Just because you hate your dad, doesn't mean Spud is going to grow up to hate you." I said firmly, holding his gaze for conviction.

Brice blinked, opening his mouth to say something, when he froze, and so did I. He looked down where his hand was on my bump, eyes wide.

I gasped, placing my hands around his. I had felt a sharp kick from Spud, right where Brice's hand was.

"D-did you feel it?" I choked, tears starting to prick the back of my eyes.

Brice nodded, face crumpling as he burst out sobbing, and I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

With his free hand, Brice pulled me to him by the back of my neck, slamming his lips into mine, and I could taste the salty tears from both of us as I kissed back.

He could feel it! He could feel our little baby kicking inside me as I could!

I let out a shaky laugh, wrapping my arms around Brice's neck as he rested his forehead on mine, grinning softly.

"See? Spud loves you, and he's not even born!" I choked out with a laugh, smiling wobbly at him, vision blurred slightly from the tears. Brice chuckled, wiping his eyes with one hand.

"Yeah... I guess so." he breathed, his other hand never leaving its place on my stomach.

He smiled at me, looking down at my bump with such loving eyes I nearly cried again. He bent down, now cupping both hands around my belly, eye level with Spud, a face splitting grin spreading across his face.

"Hey Spud. It's me, your papa! I love you so much, my little princess. Yes,my pure my princess, despite what your crazy daddy says. I know my Spud's a little girl." he cooed, pecking my stomach.

He smirked up at me for a second, and I rolled my eyes, starting to card my fingers through his insane hair.

I wonder if the idiot will be upset much when he is born. I'll humour him for now.

Brice planted a kiss right on my naval and smiled wider when the telltale fluttering feeling of Spud kicking filled my stomach.

"You're going to be the best thing that ever happened to me, you and your daddy. I love you both so much little one. No matter what happens, I'll always love you." he whispered, nuzzling the bump one more time, before sitting up, looking back up at me, a soft smile still on his face.

He cupped my cheek, bringing his face close to mine, his blue eyes alive with fire, burning into my heart so deep it ached for him.

"I love you, Seto's Xavier Solace." he breathed, pecking my lips softly, ending sparks coursing through my veins. I smiled back, leaning forward to boop my nose against his.

"And I love you too, Brice Thomas Sorcerer." I rep,led, letting our warm breaths fan out over each other, turning to dragons breath in the crisp evening air.

Brice took a deep breathe, closing his eyes as he pulled me closer, now resting my head on his shoulder, face buried in the crook of his neck.

"I want to see my parents." he said, uncertainty in his voice, yet it was tainted by determination. I nodded my head, curling closer to him as a breeze swept past.

"Whatever you decide to do, I'll support you 100%" I assured, meaning every word.

I may not have parents, but at least I know that mine died loving me and showering me in their blessing.

Brice did not have that, the uncertainty and the burden of knowing that even the ones who brought him into the world shunned him, the only thing he's ever known.

I did not know the outcome of this meeting, nor did it matter. As long as Brice came back knowing for sure what his parents had to say and their intentions, good or bad, then we could be happy and move forward.

Brice kissed the top of my head, pulling back and standing, helping me up as I clutched my belly.

I gave him a small smile in thanks, walking the rest of the way home tucked under Brice's arm, content to just feel safe and relaxed with my husband, the father of my baby and the love of my life.

As we walked I sighed happily, glancing up at Brice fondly. He caught my eye, winking with a smile, pulling me closer to his side so I was practically melted into him. And I have to say, he's very comfy.

"Do you think I should text Binky when we get home?" he asked, and I hummed, stuffing my hand into his bum pocket.

"I think it would be best. She seemed worried when we left earlier. plus you could get the info sorted for the meeting, get it over with yeah?" I reasoned, looking back up at him as if to emphasise my point. He nodded, glancing down at me with a gentle smile.

"Where would I be without you, eh?" he mused, and I snorted, shaking my head. Doofus would probably be a hermit by now.

Brice suddenly burst out laughing, and I looked over at him, confused for a second, before I realised I must have said that out loud.

Blushing, I elbowed him lightly in the ribs, a playful glare sent his way. He just chuckled, winking at me and planted a kiss on top of my head.

We went back to walking in silence, Brice holding me tighter each time a gust of wind blew through. It was comfortable and calming, even Spud had mellowed out.

A warm hand suddenly touched my cheek, and I turned to face Brice, who,had stopped walking, a conflicted yet determined look on his face.

"I'll arrange the meeting for tomorrow. I, I need it over as soon as possible. Is that ok?" he asked, looking me over, searching for any doubt.

I smiled, nodding my head, and Brice grinned back, kissing me gently as his hands gravitated back to the bump.

We stood kissing for a while, just content to be there.

Thoughts on tomorrow could wait, right now, it was just me, Brice and a cool night breeze.

I done it's! Thoughts on meeting? What do you thinks going to go down? And poor Bodil, his derpy Bulgarian ass was fried with all the awkwardness! Hope you enjoyed this one, lugs yas bubs! Laika out.