Date: 2009-04-17 14:28 Subject: FFVII fic: A Goddess' Gift (3/4) Security: Public Mood: amused Tags: crack!fic, fandom: ffvii, genesis, mpreg

A Goddess' Gift
by SkyFire (rabid_plotbunny)

Rating: PG (this chapter)
Summary: Maybe Genesis should have asked first...
Previous Parts: 1 | 2
Warnings: AU, WIP.

Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII or any of its characters, and no money is being made.


Chapter 3

"I hate my life"

"Mm-hmm."

"I hate Mideel."

"Mm-hmm."

"I hate this house."

"Mm-hmm."

A fierce glare. "I really hate you."

"Mm-hmm," Zack said again. He held out a large bowl. "Popcorn?"

"I hate popcorn," Genesis sulked. A pause. "No, I don't. Give it here."

Zack passed over the bowl of popcorn and they settled back down on the couch to watch the movie that was playing on the house's little TV.

It had been several months since Genesis had found out he was pregnant. He had taken it as well as he could, which was to say, not at all. Not only was he a pregnant virgin male, he was a pregnant virgin male who had discovered one morning that he could no longer fit into his own pants, which had led to an unwanted shopping trip. So now he was an angry and depressed pregnant virgin male dressed in cutesy maternity wear, and to make things even worse it was all in some shade of pink, which was apparently very popular in Mideel just then and the only color they could find.

Now, some people might wonder why that would upset Genesis considering his usual color choices of red, red, off-red, red, and black. He would answer with a glare and tell them that red was a strong, virile, manly color. Pink, on the other hand, was just pink and reminded him of prepubescent girls, cute, and sparkles. He was in no way to be associated with the word 'cute'.

Zack privately thought that the pout Genesis wore all the way home from the store, dressed in a shade somewhere between cotton-candy and bubblegum, could only be called cute. Wisely, he kept that little tidbit to himself. He didn't want to wake up to find his entire wardrobe replaced with pink cuteness, after all, and Genesis was just evil enough to do it, especially when one of his mood swings hit.

"I hate this movie."

"Mm-hmm."

***

More time passed and the darkening of Genesis' mood seemed to correspond directly to the growth of his once hard-muscled belly. Pregnancy, it seemed, didn't suit him, and only made him angrier when he discovered that he could no longer stomach the scent of his beloved Banora Whites.

He had confined himself to the house and its grounds ever since he had begun to show; hadn't left them for months now, choosing to isolate himself rather than walk through Mideel in his obviously-pregnant state. The third time he had skipped going in to the clinic for his checkup, the doctors had started making house-calls. He didn't like that, either - one thing he never wanted in his own house was a doctor - but put up with it anyway. He didn't have much of a choice if he wanted everything to go well.

Still, it made it onto the long list of "Things Genesis Hated."

At least after the first time they learned to warm up their tools first, and the new hole in the wall gave Zack an opportunity to put in a new window which was big enough to brighten the downstairs considerably.

Now, though. Now, Genesis was big enough that it was hard for him to get around, and so he stayed in bed a lot of the time. Every week Zack would make the trek down to Mideel's little library and bring home a stack of books for him. Genesis would have been content with his own well-loved and dog-eared copy of Loveless, but every time he started reading it either aloud or to himself, the baby in his gut would give him a hard kick in the kidney or bladder and that was the end of that. So now he was stuck reading other things.

The baby especially seemed to like a series of children's books about a rainbow Chocobo named Speckle.

Oh, how far the intellectual had fallen!

He was so ready for the brat to come out! Out, so he could regain his previous perfect body, eat his damned dumbapples, and revel in Loveless.

He couldn't wait for it to come out!

Then one morning when he was almost halfway through reading how Speckle had defeated a cluster of Malboros with some string, cheese, and a bent nail, his first contraction hit.

For a long time the only thing he could think was "I take it back! It can stay in there as long as it wants! Really!"

"I hate my life!"

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TBC...

Only one more chapter, I think...