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Tenna arrived home after another busy day at the TV studio. Busy days were typical nowadays with Spamton's help. Tenna's show has been more successful than ever since they started working together. He promptly shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the rack by the door before immediately making his way to the bedroom, searching for his boyfriend.
There he saw Spamton. Curled up in all the blankets and in bed in that same way he's been for the last few days. "Still feeling sick?" Tenna asked him, unable to hide part of his irritation in his tone.
All Spamton did was shrug, barely even opening his eyes to acknowledge his presence. It bothered Tenna a little. Spamton's supposed to be on stage with him everyday like what every good business partner does. Yet here he is instead, laying in their bed and feeling 'sick'. Tenna's convinced he's faking at this point.
He walked over to stand by Spamton's side of the bed, put his hands on his hips for a second, then attempted to pull the covers off of him. But Spamton quickly stopped him by grabbing the blankets back to where they were. "Are you insane??" Spamton snapped, glaring at him as if he just did something crazy.
Tenna scowled but stopped trying to move the blankets. "What?? I've seen you naked before!" He replied defensively. He was really more confused than angry at Spamton's reaction. They've been partners for years now, in every sense of the word, he didn't think that'd be a big deal.
Spamton huffed and shoved a pillow in Tenna's direction. It didn't even manage to hit him but it got the point across, that he wanted to be left alone. He turned over, facing away from him now.
Tenna looked at Spamton, still confused by his overly agitated reaction and the fact that he didn't yell back at him. Usually he's too argumentative to just brush something off and not start a back and forth. Tenna was, admittedly, about to start yelling at him and telling him to stop lazing around when he pulled on the blankets. But maybe Spamton really is still sick. He was acting strange.
He reached out and touched Spamton's cheek with the back of his hand, checking to see if his skin's hot. It really didn't feel hot. He didn't seem to have any other symptoms of sickness either. But yet he does seem tired.
Spamton grumbled in annoyance at Tenna's hand lingering on his cheek but he didn't bother to move. Tenna brought his hand away, not wanting to upset him right now. “You've been sick for a while...” He pointed out. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, feeling bad for having felt so irritated. “I think you should go to a doctor.”
Spamton started waving him off before he even mentioned the doctor, knowing where his mind was heading. “I'm not dying, Tenna. I'm just tired." He grumbled, praying in his mind that Tenna doesn't push him on it.
Tenna sighed, knowing he can't force Spamton to go get checked. So instead, he just walked to his side of the bed and laid down beside him. He turned onto his side and patted Spamton's arm to get his attention, getting him to open his eyes again. He then held his arm out, inviting Spamton to scoot closer.
Spamton inhaled deeply, watching his boyfriend who was clearly now wanting to cheer him up with cuddles. “Tenna...” He exhaled in exasperation. He knew Tenna was being so patient with him considering how dismissive he's been toward him recently. He really didn't mean it. He's just so stressed and distracted... But Tenna deserves to know why he's stressed and distracted...
Spamton opened his mouth again, not entirely sure how to say what he wanted to say. What he needed to say, really. What he's been needing to say since yesterday. Since he found out... “I laid an egg.” He finally managed, practically pushing the words out before he could coward his way out of it.
Tenna let his arm return back to beside him, accepting that Spamton wasn't going to take him up on his offer. He processed this for a moment before responding warily. “I thought… that's normal for you?”
Spamton swallowed thickly, feeling suddenly nervous. “No, I…” He glanced down at the blankets, looking anywhere but Tenna's screen. “I think something's… different… with this one.”
Tenna struggled to understand. His antennas shifted, giving away his uncertainty. “Different..? Bad different?” He was confused on what could possibly be so wrong with it that has Spamton so… passive for once. It was so unusual for someone so brash and confident as him.
Spamton huffed in frustration. He knew it was his own fault for being cryptic but he couldn't bring himself to just spit it out. “No…” He tried to speak again but struggled to get anything out with Tenna staring at him so expectantly. He groaned, scrunching his nose and grabbing the blankets to bury his face in them. Maybe if he can't see Tenna, he can get the words out.
They were both silent, with Tenna respecting Spamton's need to think. Spamton broke the silence once he gathered the small shred of confidence he needed. “I… I think it's…” He took a deep breath, then hesitantly dropped the blankets down again and looked up at Tenna, seeing him still watching him worriedly but attentively. “Tenna, it's something… this time." Just to ensure Tenna can't get confused again, he said it again point blank. "I think it can hatch.”
Tenna's antennas slowly started straightening out, realization finally hitting him. No wonder Spamton's been so strange. Neither of them ever expected this to happen or knew what to do if it did. But before Tenna could think of their options, he heard a hesitant whisper from his boyfriend. “And I think…"
Spamton rubbed the back of his neck, still avoiding Tenna's gaze. "I want it to..?” He paused. When he heard no immediate response, he looked up at Tenna with a surprisingly vulnerable expression. Maybe a pleading one really.
He meant it. He really meant it. Tenna realized. He felt frozen in place now. This was almost more unexpected than the egg itself. Spamton wanted... a baby? With him? "Y- You want to raise a baby? With me?"
Spamton flushed, feeling incredibly embarrassed. "God, don't say it like that. That sounds sappy." He complained halfheartedly.
Tenna chuckled, finding Spamton's embarrassment endearing. "But that's what you're saying, right?!" He scooted closer, intending to pull Spamton into a playful hug. But Spamton stopped him with a hand to his chest.
"Careful." He told him quickly. Before Tenna could ask why, he shifted up into a sitting position and pulled back the blankets to let Tenna finally see what's got him stuck in bed all the time. The egg. Of course. He's brooding it here. Tenna felt like an idiot.
Tenna sat up as well, his gaze not leaving the egg for even a single second, as if he was expecting it to move. He reached out, giving Spamton a moment to deny him, before going ahead and feeling the familiar smooth surface of the egg. It didn't look any different from the others to him. Didn't feel different either. “How do you know it's... something?"
"Because I saw it." Spamton replied, picking up the egg carefully then tilting the lamp on the bedstand beside him so the light shone straight through it. He must've been checking on it a lot if the action was like muscle memory already.
Tenna stared at the sight before him. He's never seen a fertile egg but even he could see something there. Not quite a baby yet. But it will be. That made him smile.
Spamton placed the lamp back and brought the egg back to his lap. He wasn't speaking anymore, he wasn't sure what to say. He's never been the sentimental type.
Tenna repositioned and leaned forward on his elbows so he can be up close to the egg. He reached out to feel it again, gently caressing it this time now that he was sure that there's a little life inside. The life they created together.
Spamton watched him for a moment before clearing his throat awkwardly, choosing to make his mind wander to other aspects of this whole situation. “Should I stop scamming people? Set a good example?” He joked weakly, instinctively looking for a way out of this unfamiliarly tender moment.
Tenna just smiled up at him, a flower now sitting on the tip of his nose. “You'll do great.” He replied, ignoring the joke entirely to address what he knew Spamton was really asking. If he'd be a good father.
Spamton's eyes widened then he looked away. Leave it to Tenna to see straight through to his insecurities. He always does that. “Yeah… um…” He cleared his throat, trying fruitlessly to find a balance between being sincere while also remaining aloof. He turned back, trying to look unaffected. “You'll do great too, I guess.” He mumbled.
Tenna sat back up and hugged Spamton, his arms practically squishing him as they always do. Spamton tried to stop him for only a second before scoffing and giving up. He begrudgingly hugged back, pretending not to enjoy it when he knows he really does.
Tenna still had one question on his mind while he hugged Spamton. His curiosity got the better of him so he went ahead and asked. “So… why didn't you tell me about the baby sooner?” He felt bad that Spamton had been doing this alone for nearly a whole week and that he was probably only adding to his stress along the way by acting so suspicious of him.
“I didn't want to get your hopes up.” Spamton answered honestly with a shrug. “Or… mine, I guess.” He added that last part quietly.
Tenna tightened his hug a little at that. “See, I knew you wanted to be a father too.” He said with a hint of pride in his tone.
“Shut up.” Spamton mumbled, burying his face into Tenna's chest, but there was no bite to it. He was smiling actually. They were going to be fathers. Maybe, just maybe, this was the best thing that ever happened to him.