Yo! Here be a new chappie! Get ready for this, raging mamma Seto's gonna be in play a lot ;) Hope you enjoy!

-Seto's POV-

To say I was ecstatic about the move would be an understatement. I was over the freaking moon!

I was currently sitting in the library, curled up in my little corner - as much as I could at seven months - Brice working on something opposite me.

As I pretended to read, I stared at him, watching his hand fly over the paper, brow furrowed in concentration, his tongue poking out his mouth like a kid - it was an adorable habit that I loved about him.

I grinned to myself, looking down at my book hastily when Brice's eyes snapped up.

We had been living here for almost two weeks now, and every minute had been amazing! Binky and Martin won't look us in the eye ow after our little 'house warming' party in the bedroom, but they'd get over it.

It was so worth the mental scarring. So worth it.

Brice smirked as my face heated up, probably noticing my staring.

"Do you want to take a picture, babe? It lasts longer." he grinned, setting down his pencil and sending me a cheeky wink.

I glared, still blushing like a madman, and stuck my tongue out at him. The smooth bastard just chuckled, winking again, before going back to his work. Gah! If I didn't love him so much I'd strangle him!

"Stop pouting just because you know you've been caught, Seto, it's not a good look." he chuckled, still smirking slyly, not taking his eyes off the drawing. I narrowed my eyes. Jerk.

"I'm not pouting." I huffed, schooling my face into a scowl. I definitely wasn't pouting, not at all, nope, but I still wanted to make sure it didn't look like I was. You know what I mean, don't judge me!

It was quiet for a bit, the only noise the sound of Brice's pencil scratching against the paper, and the slight hum of the AC.

Brice suddenly made a small sigh of triumph, smiling as he set his pencil down, cracking his knuckles.

I looked at him curiously, setting my book down. Let's be honest, I have no idea what I'm reading, I haven't been paying it any attention really.

"Have you finished it? What was the commission?" I asked, flailing a little as I managed to get up off the loveseat, holding my belly as I waddled over to Brice, peering at the easel.

Brice watched me walk over with a fond smile, probably the waddling - he found it unfathomably cute for some reason.

"It wasn't a commission." he replied coyly, softly as he moved away, letting me take a look at the pencil sketch.

It was, me. From where I had been sitting on the loveseat, book resting on top of my bump, a small smile on my face. It was amazing, just like everything else he drew. He was an exceptionally talented artist.

"Is it your mission to make me cry everyday? Because if so you're succeeding." I chuckled, feeling tears prick the corners of my eyes.

I hugged him, smiling a little as he placed a warm hand on my stomach, kissing my temple.

"You just looked so good reading, I had to. I love drawing you, like one of my French girls." Brice murmured, and I laughed, wiping my eye as I pulled back, tugging on his hair playfully.

"You ruined it, doofus." I teased, looking back at he sketch. He chuckled, pulling me onto his lap playfully, hands careful around my waist, and planted his chin on my shoulder.

"Your doofus, though. It's legal, you're stuck with me." he hummed, and I sighed contentedly, leaning into him, closing my eyes.

What can I say? I'm always up for Brice cuddles, he's the best at them.

Just as I got comfortable, Brice rubbing circles on my belly, there was a shrill chime, and knocking coming from the front door.

Brice sighed, tapping my bum gently as a signal for me to hop off his lap, and gave me a quick peck on the check, flashing a smile as he stood up.

"Better get the door, before the guys just barge rig-"

"HONEY! We're home!!"

I held in a giggle as Brice rolled his eyes, grabbing my hand as we went to the front hall, hearing Adam babble and sing, presumably to Ty, Mitch and Jerome.

"You must be swift as a coursing river-"

"Adam, no."

"With all the force of a great typhoooon -"

"Please stop, babe."

"With all the strength of a raging fire-"

"Babe-"

"Mysterious as the dark side-"

"Finish that and I swea-"

"OF THE MOOOOON!!"

"... Godammit, Adam I swear to god..."

Yep, the guys are here. And apparently so is Donny Osmond's moronic impersonator.

The guys were coming around today to see the new house, now we finally finished unpacking and putting away all the boxes and arranging furniture.

Well, I say we, but since I'm about to pop, Brice insisted that I don't do any lifting, so I mainly directed Martin and Brice as they positioned furniture.

I was a bit annoyed that I was so useless, but when I started crying randomly - thank you, hormones - Brice relented and let me do the bedsheets and couch cushions.

We had to rearrange them a little while later, but to be fair, we needed to give the couch a little welcome home as well as the bed!

We made our way into the room just as Jerome had Adam in a headlock, giving him the meanest wet willy I've ever seen. It's hard to imagine our friends are grown men sometimes.

"Mitch, Ty, control your pets, they might pee on the rug." Brice laughed, making the two idiots whip their heads up immediately, letting go of each other with stupid grins on their faces.

"Hey, mamma Seto!" Jerome greeted, a lopsided grin on his face. I returned it, patting him on the shoulder, before turning to Mitch, when a knowing smirk appeared on my face.

Oh. Oh. He thinks I don't know. Mamma bear instincts. He paled a little at my look, biting his lip. I'd talk to him later.

"Adam, when I said I didn't mind you petting my stomach, I didn't mean stroke it like a cat." I chided lightly, flicking his forehead as he ran his hands over my tummy, a manic grin on his face.

He pouted and whined as I flicked him, rubbing his head as he instead pulled Ty into his arms, stroking his head like he had been doing to the bump.

"Fine, Ty will let me pet him, right baby?" he grinned, sticking out his tongue. Ty gave him a pitying look, rolling his eyes, but I didn't miss the way he leaned into Adams touch just a smidge. He loves that man child too much to ever be truly mad at him.

"Well, you can do that once we get to the lounge, I don't want Seto on his feet too much." Brice said, a fond smile on his face, but you could hear the sternness in his voice.

I rolled my eyes, and smacked his ass in retaliation, giving him a glare when he jumped with a squeak, and turned to me in surprise.

"I am a strong, independent man, who can be on his feet as long as he wants, Brice." I sassed, wiggling from under his arm and walking to the kitchen. I was hungry. Bitch gotta eat.

I heard Brice mumble something about divas as he led the snickering guys to the lounge, while I pulled out my jar of olives, and a fork.

Jerome shouted 'whipped' just as the door closed, and I chuckled, plopping a few delicious olives out into a bowl, getting out the balsamic dressing and coating them.

Spud's really messing up my eating habits.

I was about to head back to the others, when someone cleared their throat behind me. I turned to see Mitch standing in the doorway, a sheepish smile on his face.

"So, you figured it out?" he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. I hummed, biting into one of my olives. After swallowing I smiled, gesturing him to close the door.

"It doesn't take a genius to figure out that you're pregnant, Mitch. Does Jerome know?" I asked, chewing on another olive. Mitch nodded, a hand lifting to rest on his flat stomach.

"I'm about six weeks along..." he finally murmured, looking down at his stomach thoughtfully. I smiled softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Congratulations, Mitch. I'm happy for you and Jerome." I said warmly, grinning. And I was.

Having a baby is one of the best experiences in my life, I knew Mitch and Jerome would make great parents. He nodded, flushing slightly.

"It's twins." he blurted, a crooked smile creeping into his face. I gaped a little, laying my hand on his stomach, staring in awe at him. Twins! Fucking twins!

"That's amazing! How do you know so soon?" I gasped, cocking my head in wonder. Mitch sighed softly, smiling a little.

"Jerome. His bacca hearing picked up two extra heartbeats instead of one." he explained quietly, rubbing his tummy thoughtfully. I grinned, nudging him a little.

"Congratulations." I said, still grinning. He nodded, wiping a tear from his eye.

"We're not saying anything officially until I'm twelve weeks, but I just had to tell you, and, well, you already figured it out." he explained, sounding a little giddy. I nodded, giving him a side hug.

"Well that's amazing. Come on, let's go in there before the guys kill each other." I said, shaking my head as I grabbed Mitch's hand, my precious olives in the other, leading him back to the lounge.

I opened the door just in time to swerve as a pillow came whizzing at me, Mitch ducking in surprise. I stood angrily, glaring around at the guys, who were all staring at me wide eyed.

"I'm going to give whoever threw that ten seconds to own up before I go all mamma bear on your asses." I snapped, pulling Mitch over to the couch, before crossing my arms across my chest.

I was pissed as hell! I'm fucking pregnant, and they decide to have a pillow fight? Idiots, the lot of them.

Plus, Mitch was in a very critical time in his pregnancy right now. Granted most of the others don't know, but if he got hurt, he could lose the twins!

And those fucktards are horsing around like morons? Hell no!

Brice stood, edging closer to me cautiously, slight terror in his eyes. Good! Fear me, bitches.

"Babe, calm down, Adam didn't mean to, right dude?" he placated, gently a touching my shoulder.

I fixed my glare at Adam, who had scooted behind Ty, looking sheepish, and was quiet for the first time ever.

Ty was shaking his head in disapproval at his dumbass husband, but even he was shielding him somewhat from my wrath.

I raised an unimpressed eyebrow, my hormonal rage simmering just beneath a mask of calm.

"Adam, care to explain why you were throwing cushions around as a very pregnant man is walking in the room? And why you think I shouldn't kick your butt for doing so?" I growled lowly, deadly calm in my voice.

Adam paled, gulping, before sobering up, peeking out meekly from behind Ty.

"M' sorry Seto. We were just having a bit of fun. I didn't mean to hit you or Mitch nearly." he mumbled apologetically, my anger dissolving at his kicked puppy expression.

Damn it, why could he melt me with that face?! It was like his secret weapon against everything!

I finally crumbled when his eyes watered a little, and I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, giving him a small, defeated smirk.

"Ok, Adam, fine. I forgive you, you dork. Just, be careful when you lot start getting hyper, remember, baby on board." I muttered, and his face lit up, blushing sheepishly, looking relieved.

I glanced at Mitch, who was cuddled into Jerome's side, his hand resting on his stomach nonchalantly, though I didn't miss the way Jerome was looking at his stomach with such loving eyes, you could practically see his heart melting, the love for his mate shining. They really were going to make great parents.

After everyone had calmed down, we eventually managed to show the guys the rest of the house - Adam flipped when he saw the painting Brice made if a butter palace. I don't know what possessed him to paint it either.

I was just showing the guys out, making sure Ty wrangled Adam out without breaking any furniture, and closing the door with a sigh. Today really took it out on me.

Brice had a phone call and told me to wait for him, so I made my way into the lounge, sitting down and propping my aching feet up, waiting patiently for him.

The door creaked open, and I smiled, turning to the door.

"Hey, babe, do you thi-"

My smile faded once I saw his face. He had a tight grimace on his face, jaw clenched, expression grim.

"Brice...?" I whispered, reaching for him as he moved to sit next to me. He swallowed thickly, gripping my knee tightly.

"Seto, that was Chase on the phone. He, he had something to tell us." he mumbled hoarsely, not making eye contact.

My blood chilled, and I bit my lip. Was something wrong with the baby? Had something happened?

Brice sighed, rubbing his thumb along my knuckles, eyes finally flickering up to meet, mine.

"It's Hanson. He's found out where we live."

Meeeeeeeehhhhh cliffy. You didn't think the fluffy stuff was gonna last forever, right? >:3 Evil bishes are evil. Hope you enjoyed sassy/angry/sobbing/happy Seto and his many hormones! >< Laika out