Stupid Is As Stupid Does

And that was what got Asher through it. Just looking at Aristotle and feeling those arms aroudn him...

Aristotle whined softly, pressing Asher close.
"Asher...."

Asher smiled tearfully at him. Within a half hour, it was over. It took him a while but he fell asleep, fresh tearstreaks on his face.

Aristotle would be devastated if he woke up and noticed....and realized he had not been there to hold his lover while he was in pain.

But even though he had not been awake, he had helped. So much.
Asher was wrapped around his lover, a smile on his face.
Another month and a half passed. Asher was once again curled in Aristotle's chest sa he slept wihen the contractions hit.
"Motherfuck!" He gasped softly, falling to his knees and clutching his stomach.
He didn't know what was going on...
He shouldn't give birth for another couple weeks.

Aristotle blinked his eyes open, glancing at his lover before giving a small squeak.
"Asher?!" He immediately took the boy into his arms, hollering for Chord who was sleeping over. The boy ran into the room, falling beside Asher.
David was called quickly.
The two boys hugging Asher while they waited.

Nothing but curses were leaving Asher's mouth as he clung onto the two boys.
David was there quickly. He had not yet set up his things in Aristotle's home so he had to make do with the bed in one of the guest rooms, quickly trying to hook up machines and get things ready.
"Chord, hold this."David nodded, handing Chord the morphine. "And Aristotle, you hold this." He smiled softly as he took Asher's hand, slipping it into the slow boy's.
"Asher, Asher BREATHE." David instructed as he noticed the teen panicking. "You're going to be fine."
Asher reached out, pulling David by the collar of his shirt, down close so he could whisper in his ear and only he would hear.
"If I die, you BETTER tell him I am just napping." He said through gritted teeth, then letting go of him and letting the man go to work.

Aristotle was squeezing Asher's hand, his other arm around the boys upper half, pressing him into Aristotle's chest while the boy squalled.
He didnt ever cry too much until there was something going on with Asher...

Asher cussed out every person in the room but Aristotle. David, Chord, and Joslin. It was quite amusing really.
"David fucking Nielsen, if this child is not out of me in the next ten secondsi swear I will murder you!" He screeched as David sliced his stomach open. "Joslin, hold the skin for me?"
Joslin nodded and held his friend open as David dug aaround inside him.

Chord held hius morphine bag, trying to pry Aristotle off of Asher to give the boy room to breath but all that did was make Aristotle cry harder, on his knees he screamed at David for hurting Asher and cutting him open, only stopping him from lunging at the man was Chords arm around his waist.

Asher was squeezing onto Aristotle as tightly as he could, screaming at David the whole time.
This was certainly one of the more...interesting child deliveries David had done.. But he stayed concentrated on the child inside of Asher, slowly easing the baby out, having to turn the child around so he could get the head out first.

Aristotle had gotten close to punching the man three times before Chord snatched him back. "STOP HURTING ASHER!!!" The slow boy screamed at him.

David sighed at him as he pulled the small child. It was only premature by a few weeks so it wasn't too unhealthy, it would just need to be handled very carefully, as all babies would.
He handed the child to Joslin, asking him to clean it off as he stitched Asher back up.

Aristotle was hugging Asher close, nothing mattered, not even the baby, nothing but Asher...

Asher drug a hand down his clammy cheek as he hugged Aristotle tightly.
"Thank you..."
Joslin cleaned off the small child, grinning and cooing to it softly as David handed him a small blue blanket for it.

"Asher! Asher are you okay? I-Ill kill him if he hurt you!!" The boy cried softly into Ashers hair.

"Sweetie I'm okay." He whispered softly, kissing his lips sweetly.

Aristotle sniffled, wiping his eyes lightly.
"H-He hurt you!!"

"He just had to get the baby out, precious." He nodded slowly. "Speaking of that, Joslin, gimme my baby." He held out his arms.
Joslin smiled and laid the small child in his arms.

Aristotle refused to let his lover go, not giving the baby a second glance at the moment.
All his mind could process was...
Asher is hurt, ASHER is hurt, Asher, Asher, ASHER, ASHER!"

Asher smiled over at Aristotle.
"I'm oaky now baby... I'm sorry for scaring you.." He kissed his temple.

Aristotle nodded, taking his first look at the baby and crying harder.,
Their baby...
Was it smart?

David was going to run some tests then but he needed the baby to do that and Asher was NOT letting it go right now...
"He's beautiufl Ary, see?" Asher cooed at the child, showing aristotle it's face.

Aristotle nodded slowly, lightly extending a hand.
'Can I....Can I touch it?"

"Of course you can baby, just be gentle." Asher smiled, holding it out to his lover.