darthky:

solohux:

for @darthky who wanted some Matt/Techie
mpreg ❤️

“Matt! Mattie! Come here, quick!”

At Techie’s sudden shout, Matt is sent into a panic
and scrambles to get up from the floor, abandoning his tools and half-broken datapod
on the floor.

“What is it? Are you alright?” Matt skids to a halt
in the doorframe of their chambers, fearing that his husband has gone into
premature labour. “Techie?”

But Techie seems to be fine. He’s sitting on the
edge of their bed, his favourite yellow shirt pulled up slightly, exposing the
soft, stretched skin of his pregnant stomach. His tongue peeks out from the
corner of his mouth, concentrating hard like he does when he’s programming.

“She’s moving!”

“What?” Matt hurries to the bed, hesitating for a
moment to put his dirty, oil-covered hand on Techie’s belly but he’s already
missed his child’s movements a dozen times before; he isn’t about to miss it
again.

“Can you feel her? She’s wriggling like crazy! Over
here.”

Techie sounds so excited. His bionic eyes are
practically shining as he gazes down at the curve of his belly but Matt can’t
find it in himself to smile. Even when he moves his hand across to the other
side, he feels nothing. Whatever fluttering Techie could feel inside him,
it’s gone by the time Matt has moved.

“I can’t feel anything.”

“Huh,” Techie frowns, rubbing his stomach. “She’s
stopped.”

Matt groans, putting his head in his hands,
uncaring that he pushes his glasses up too hard against his nose.

“She hates me
already,” Matt says. “I’m already a
terrible father and I haven’t even held her
yet.”

“Mattie, don’t say that,” Techie sighs, laying his
head against his partner’s shoulder, reaching to take hold of his hand. “She
loves you. Of course she does. You’re her big, strong Papa!”

“Then why won’t she let me feel her? Every time I
try to feel her kicks, she stops. I didn’t know my own parents so I guess it
was inevitable that I’d fail at raising my own child.”

Techie pouts, kissing Matt on the cheek, “She
couldn’t possibly hate you, Matt. You made her. You talk to her all the time.
She’s just…shy. Like me.”

“Yeah.” Matt shrugs. “I guess.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to soon,” Techie
squeezes Matt’s hand. “Now, do you wanna start dinner? I’m starving.”

A few weeks pass without Matt feeling their daughter’s kicks; everything
seemingly happening whilst Techie is on shift or alone in the shower, and as
much as Matt talks—and sings lullabys—to her through Techie’s belly, she won’t
move for him.  

One particularly cold night in their chambers, Matt
lies awake in bed, studying Techie, who’s cuddled close to him, sleeping
peacefully, a small smile on his lips as he dreams. Matt has never felt so
happy. Underneath the covers, Matt can’t help but slide his fingers underneath
the hem of Techie’s baggy shirt, wanting to at least feel the stretch of his
lover’s skin.

He wishes he could show his daughter just how much he loves her, without having even
met her. Telling her doesn’t seem to be working, she seems to have inherited
his stubbornness already. Leaning down, Matt places a gentle kiss on Techie’s forehead,
rubbing his thumb across his belly; two promises to protect them both from
everything that could ever harm them.

But suddenly, he gasps as he feels something press
against his fingers. A wriggle, and then a kick.
And another, then another. He
smiles widely, tears forming in his eyes.

“Hello,” he whispers, feeling the kicks growing more
frequent he speaks. “I’m your Papa. I love you so much, sweetheart. So much.
I’m so happy to finally feel you. Techie— I-I mean, your Mother—will be so
happy when I tell him. He loves you, too. We’re so excited to meet you, but
you’ve got a few more months of growing to do yet, sweetie, but we’ll be
together soon, okay?”

Below him, Techie moans as he wakes, wriggling,
hand instinctively moving to his stomach, only to find a large hand already
there.

“Matt? Is something wrong? The baby—? Oh!” Techie
trails off, noticing the small flurry of activity inside him. He smiles. “She’s
kicking you!”

“Y-yeah. I touched your belly and wished I could
make her feel just how much we love her and…” He blushes, taking his hand away.
Saying it aloud sounds silly, he thinks, shying away.

“She got all excited at your touch, your voice,” Techie
says, cupping Matt’s cheek to pull his attention back. “She heard you. She
knows how much you love her, Matt. I can feel it.”

Techie’s eyes drift downwards to Matt’s lips, and
Matt needs no further invitation. They kiss deeply, just as Matt’s hand finds
its way back onto the crest of Techie’s belly, their baby kicking exactly where their hands join. They
eventually pull apart, breathless from Techie’s enthusiasm.

“I love you,” they say at the same time, then
giggle at each other.

Matt clears his throat, “Since I woke the two of
you up, I suppose I should make you some of your honey tea to help you fall
back asleep?”

Techie smiles, the baby kicks twice. “That would be
nice, and I think she agrees.”

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