Drunken Revelries, chapter 4

A/N: Cid gets all mushy and protective, poor Vin has a moment, and they both have a realization...A mushy, fluffy one.

Warnings: Fluff, mpreg, and more fluff.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. If I did, the Cid/Vin would be a cannon coupling.

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Cid smiled, and rubbed his hand possessively over Vincent's belly. The outer signs of his child's existence weren't very obvious yet, but Cid knew it was there, and that's what counted. He smiled at Vincent, who was, as usual, silent.

“You want something to drink or eat?”

Vincent pointed to the “No Food Or Beverage Sign”.

“I'm more than willin' to break a rule or two for ya'. I repeat, Bat, are you and the Little Bat hungry?”

Vincent nodded.

“I'll go and get ya' something. Call my cell if they call ya' in before I get back.”

Vincent nodded again, and gave Cid a small smile as Cid stood and turned to walk out.

It had been two weeks since they had discovered of the child's existence, and it had been two weeks of stress. The house was falling apart, they were worried about how to break it to their friends, and Vincent was an emotional wreck. Also, the fact that the only obstetrician in Rocket Town had a restraining order on Cid didn't help the issue.

Currently, they in a waiting room at a WRO run medical center. It was probably the only place that was capable of dealing with them anyway. Between Vincent's genetic modifications and moodiness, and Cid's temper, they were not exactly model patients.

Cid left the room, and walked through the winding hallways, looking for a vending machine. Who the hell decided to make these damn places so confusing? He swore half of the doors led to nowhere, and were just there to confuse people.

It took him roughly ten minutes to find vending machine, and he was only able to do so due to the fact that he had gotten frustrated, and entered one of the doors marked STAFF ONLY. It had turned out to be a break room. Cid pulled out his change, and tried to figure out what 'Bat' would want.

No deviled chicken here...regular chicken salad? No, it made him nauseated. They had deviled ham salad, but he only ate ham at Christmas, no exceptions. They did have cold chicken breast sandwiches available for purchase...and mayo, mustard, and packaged boiled eggs...

He checked the staff fridge, and found onion, and hot sauce. The cabinet yielded spices...Now all he needed was a blender. He checked another cabinet. Bingo. Old, but it would do.

Bat was getting his deviled chicken after all.

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Vincent was starting to get worried. Cid had been gone a long time, and although the secretary had said that they were running late, he really didn't want to go in alone. He was about to call him when Cid rounded the corner, carrying a bowl of something.

Cid kissed him on the forehead, and handed him the bowl.

“Here ya' go, Bat.”

The bowl was filled to the brim with deviled chicken, and it smelled wonderful. Cid handed him crackers, a plastic spoon, and opened up a ginger ale for him.

“Go on, eat!”

Vincent smiled appreciatively, and dug in to the food. It was quite possibly the best he had ever eaten. Spicy, savory, and blended perfectly. It was so much better than the canned variety that he usually ate. It was finished quickly, and Cid grabbed the trash and threw it away.

Vincent leaned against Cid, trying to get comfortable in the impossibly uncomfortable chairs.

“Thank you, Cid.”

“Aw, no problem. Anything for you and Little Bat.”

Cid beamed as Vincent tried to fall asleep against him. He meant what he said. He would do anything for them. Anything. What they wanted, they would get. He'd protect them, no matter what.

“Wanna' sit in my lap so you're more comfortable?”

Vincent harrumphed, but eventually settled down in Cid's lap, and fell asleep in the embrace of protective arms.

Cid waited for Vin's name to be called, and his resolve was renewed.

He really would do anything for his bats.

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Vincent was awoken by Cid shaking him shoulder gently.

“Bat, it's your turn.”

Vincent nodded drowsily, and together they followed a nurse's assistant into the actual doctor's office. He was weighed, measured, and given the dreaded sample cup.

“Just leave it in there after your done.”

After that fiasco was over, (Cid really didn't get what was so offensive about urinating in a cup), they were put in a room and handed a hospital gown.

“Put this on, and have a seat on the examination table. The nurse will be here in a minute.”

Cid spent the next ten minutes wrangling a very irritable Valentine into the scrap of fabric that mimicked clothing. In the end, it had taken bribery to get him into the damned thing. He had a feeling things were just going downhill from here.

Once the nurse had arrived, with her aid in tow, Vincent was dressed in the gown and waiting on the table. Cid felt like he had won a rodeo.

She took a blood sample, and sent the aid off to the labs with it. She then managed to render both of them utterly speechless by asking about Vincent's last menstrual cycle. Cid watched as Vincent's face went as red as his long missing cloak. It kept getting worse from there.

“Any drug use?”

“No.”

“Drinking?”

“Not personally.”

She looked at Cid distastefully, and pointed to the cigarette that rested unlit between his lips.

“Smoking, second hand or otherwise, is bad for the baby. I suggest you only smoke outside.”

Cid nodded.

“Any history, family or personally, of genetic disorders, manipulation, or mental illness?”

Cid and Vincent just stared at each other. This was gonna take a while...

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Finally, the woman was content with their answers and humiliation, and, in a truly sadistic fashion left them to deal with the emotional trauma alone, stating that the doctor would be in soon.

Vincent sat on the edge of the table, unconsciously swinging his legs back and forth in a childish manner. He had a lot on his mind, and no real way to sort the individual issues out. He looked over at Cid, who was grinning ear to ear, watching him.

“So, gil for your thought?”

Vincent tilted his head, and sighed.

“You'd have to have a lot of gil to pay for what floating around in my head.”

“Tell me.”

“I'm a pregnant hermaphrodite who may or may not be undead, is married to a chain smoking pilot, and is scared witless. How can we raise a baby together? You can barely take care of me! And the house is a disaster zone, no place for a baby, and..and..”

Vincent struggled to find the words he wanted, but they were just out of reach. His heart hurt, his head hurt, and the world seemed too cruel of a place to bring a child into. He wanted the baby, so badly, but was it really fair to curse a child to have someone like him as a mother?

He wasn't sure at what point coherent thought gave way to sobbing like a abandoned child against Cid's chest, but he was certainly glad he was there.

“Aw, Bat, It'll be OK. I'll take care of ya' and the little one. Don't worry. When have I ever failed ya'?”

Vincent felt Cid hand smoothing out his hair, and allowed himself to be comforted until the last tear had fallen. He was right. Cid had never let him down before, and he doubted that he would start now.

Finally, when he had calmed, he sat up, blew his nose, and straighted out the attempt at a 'gown'. It was a good thing, too, because the doctor knocked to signal his arrival.

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After the appointment, Cid and Vincent were sitting at a local diner, discussing what they had discovered.

Vincent was roughly twelve weeks along, and was doing well. He was told sharply to improve his diet, and seek therapy for his depression and trauma based issues. They had dealt with the humiliations of the examination that women went through every day, and had barely survived it without the need for more therapy. Vincent had suffered another crying jag half way through the examination, feet still in the stirrups.

Cid had been rather busy with the comfort this afternoon.

One good thing did come out of the appointment, (outside of the knowledge that over all they were doing alright), and it was what had them transfixed and enthralled, as well as a large crowd of friendly strangers surrounding them.

Their baby's first pictures.

“Awww!”

“I remember my first! We didn't have these back then!”

“Yes they did, they just weren't this nice. You can already see it's little arms and legs!”

“It cause' it's a 3-D ultrasound. You can see the baby better with it than the older type!”

“I want another baby!”

“How far along are you?”

They heard what they were saying, but just couldn't respond. Their food went cold at the table as they stared transfixed at the image before them. Vincent knew he was pregnant, but it was different when he actually saw the proof in front of him.

Cid was silent as he reached over and held Vincent's hand, a look of awe and wonder on his face as he stared down at the image before him. They looked at each other, then at the picture, and smiled. No words could describe this... There was no human equivalent for the feeling they shared for this tiny creature who was no bigger than three inches long.

“Oh, hunny! Your food's cold! Lemme get you another plate!”

“I'll cover it! My treat! Congratulations, you two!”

As the waitress scurried off to bring them fresh plates, and elderly couples gave advice, Cid and Vincent came to a realization, one that would change their lives for ever.

They were both utterly in love with someone they had never met. And they couldn't wait to meet him.

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A/N part 2: God that was fluffy!