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“Well, you’re a very good doota.” He turned his head to follow up the cheek kiss to one on Percy’s lips, the hand not holding up his weight moving to put his hand over Percy’s on his stomach. “A doota and a pappthhhph to two precious babies. If you had told me all this two years ago, I would have laughed in your face. But here we are.”

There was a pleased pause before a thought visibly came to Émile’s face. “...Do you think we’ll need a bigger place before he’s born? How long can they share a room?”

"Émi, come quick!" Percy rushed to the door when the Spy came in, the blond beaming. He took his fiancé's hand and pulled him to the living room where Sam was sitting and playing with Munch and Gabriel. "Sam said Munch's name! That's her first word!"

Émile was startled at first, jogging to follow Percy without even taking his mask off. The new information brought a grin to his face, though it was a bit confused–”Munch’s name? Not daddy or papa or something?” There was a laugh in his voice, and when they came to a stop he pulled off his mask, plopping down onto the floor by the cats and the baby.

“Hi Sam! Who’s this, hm? Daddy says you know who this is.” He played with Munch’s paw as he spoke. If it had been Gabriel he would’ve pulled the cat into his lap, but Munch was… a lot of cat to be moving around.

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Émile couldn’t help but laugh at their little interaction, between Moosh and Munch’s apathy about it all. “Moosh... Close enough.” He reached his other hand out to ruffle Sam’s baby hairs, grin face-splitting. “Papa, darling. I guess that’s close enough too, huh?”

He turned to look at Percy, still grinning. “Percy. We are raising the cutest little girl in the entire world and I dunno how to handle it.”

"Émi, come quick!" Percy rushed to the door when the Spy came in, the blond beaming. He took his fiancé's hand and pulled him to the living room where Sam was sitting and playing with Munch and Gabriel. "Sam said Munch's name! That's her first word!"

Émile was startled at first, jogging to follow Percy without even taking his mask off. The new information brought a grin to his face, though it was a bit confused–”Munch’s name? Not daddy or papa or something?” There was a laugh in his voice, and when they came to a stop he pulled off his mask, plopping down onto the floor by the cats and the baby.

“Hi Sam! Who’s this, hm? Daddy says you know who this is.” He played with Munch’s paw as he spoke. If it had been Gabriel he would’ve pulled the cat into his lap, but Munch was… a lot of cat to be moving around.

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"Émi, come quick!" Percy rushed to the door when the Spy came in, the blond beaming. He took his fiancé's hand and pulled him to the living room where Sam was sitting and playing with Munch and Gabriel. "Sam said Munch's name! That's her first word!"

Émile was startled at first, jogging to follow Percy without even taking his mask off. The new information brought a grin to his face, though it was a bit confused--”Munch’s name? Not daddy or papa or something?” There was a laugh in his voice, and when they came to a stop he pulled off his mask, plopping down onto the floor by the cats and the baby.

“Hi Sam! Who’s this, hm? Daddy says you know who this is.” He played with Munch’s paw as he spoke. If it had been Gabriel he would’ve pulled the cat into his lap, but Munch was... a lot of cat to be moving around.

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Joe held up a sign covered in glitter with one word on it: CONGRATULATIONS! With a forced smile, he handed over a blue necktie. He hadn't even bothered to wrap it before thrusting it at the BLU. After a moment, he dropped it on the floor in front of him and walked away. Well, he had done his part trying to make peace with Percy's fiance. That would just have to be good enough.

Émile was caught by surprise, not really ever expecting Percy’s friends to approach him, especially Joe. After a moment he smiled, and--

Oh. Oh, there he goes. Well, he... tried. Sort of. “Uh, thank you,” he called after, bending down to scoop up what was dropped. Joe will probably never like him, but at least they were headed towards tolerance. And it was a nice tie...

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“Whatever, middle names are dumb.” He gave Percy a quick kiss before jogging off to the bedroom. He was in there for a few minutes longer than usual, and there was a light flush at the top of his cheekbones when he came back, but his suit was straight and pressed. He had a hat to hold in his hair, since the mask was kind of weird to wear in public. 

“This a sexy enough outfit for you? You even get to see my face get pink. Or... pinker.”

“Jacob. Percival Jacob Monroe. You should know my full name if you’re going to marry me, love.” Percy stuck out his tongue, standing with a smile. “Sounds like a plan. I’m not going to touch you until we’re home. The button does everything~”

He clicked the button again so it would stop for Émi’s sake of getting it in. “A cock ring would be a good idea too. You go get ready and comfortable and we’ll go on our way.”

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He let his legs splay apart to listen to Percy talk, a smirk growing across his face with the buzz. “I like the way you think, Percival-something-Monroe.” He moved his feet to roll off the sofa, standing up and taking the plug. It was... average, usually, but for the situation Percy had described.

“Do you want me to put it in myself? Keep your hands clean until you fuck me?” He spun it around in his hand, humming. “Maybe a cock ring, too... Do you wanna go now? Get ready and go now, I mean?”

“Oh, I won’t be ravishing you until later~ We’re going to dinner first. Just the local Italian place, quiet and cozy and all that..” He trailed off though his devious grin spoke to the fact that he had no intention of this being an ordinary dinner.

“And.. The whole time we’re out, you’re going to have this inside you.” He pulled out a decent sized plug that at a glance, a size queen like Émi would scoff at until Percy took out a little device that fit in the palm of his hand and pressed a button on it, the plug springing to life with a monotone buzz.

“Only if you want to of course.”

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Émile tilted his head back to watch Percy, stretching his arms over his head. He didn’t even notice the bag until he heard the question. “Oooh, you brought a bag and everything. A sexy bag.” He flopped back on the couch and put a stocking foot on Percy’s shoulder, grinning. “Ravage me, Percy. With whatever is in your secret sexy bag.”

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“Love? I have a question.” The clerk circled the sofa where his fiancé sat watching TV. They had yet to have dinner, though Sam was over at the nanny’s for the evening. Sometimes the men just needed a night to themselves to go out and have dinner and spend some quality time. And Percy had a few ideas. He plopped down, carrying a plastic bag.

“I know you’ve mentioned wanting it before but.. any chance you’d be interested in doing something a little less.. vanilla tonight?”

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Émile couldn’t help but smile a little with his laughter. “I... That’s a little reassuring. Maybe I should call her sometime. I’ve always... been kind of nervous to call her.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess she meant more to me than I did her,” he added a little quieter, under a chuckle.

“Ah, well, I think he’ll warm up to you. I think he’s afraid I’ll run off in favor of blood relatives rather than the family I’ve made. Don’t tell him I said that, though. He thinks he’s sneaky about it.”

"Hey, Chase. Do you wanna be a witness at my wedding sometime? Or would that be awkward? We'll set a date, uh, soon. Probably."

Chase’s eyes widened in shock as he was asked to play such a big role in Émile’s wedding. “R…really…?” He looked absolutely dumbfounded, a baffled grin on his face. “Oh my gosh, seriously?! That- oh, jeez, that means a lot, just- wow…!” He gaveÉmile a quick, tight hug, pulling back before it got too uncomfortable for the Spy. “That’s so cool…! Yeah, I’d love that…!!” 

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The Spy’s hands laid flat on her desk as he leaned over it, weight on the desk to support the glare he leveled her with. “That’s exactly the issue. I don’t know shit about you, docteur. All I know is what you look and sound like, and you look and sound like a lot of very bad people. How am I supposed to know you’re not one of those Medics? You’ve done nothing to prove my suspicions false. I have a family to protect.”

"You are.. Doctor Hitzig, correct?" The Spy had approached silently and proceeded to look down at the doctor, arms crossed tight over his chest and eyes narrowed. "Vanya Hitzig?"

“Hmm? Ja, that is me.” She glanced up from her work but couldn’t recall this particular Spy. “Are you here for your evals, Herr Spion?”

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“Pardon if I’m doubtful,” he nearly snorted, tone clearly not much caring if she pardoned him or not. “You know the stories. Of Medics, doing experiments on mercenaries for fun and sport. Perhaps they think they’re doing a favor. You know the stories, too, of Germans, doing experiments on children. On the pregnant. On the defenseless.” His gaze was back on her, piercing and cold. There was a lot of anger there, directed at the doctor, for things she hadn’t even done to him. She was faced with the brunt of it, nonetheless.

"You are.. Doctor Hitzig, correct?" The Spy had approached silently and proceeded to look down at the doctor, arms crossed tight over his chest and eyes narrowed. "Vanya Hitzig?"

“Hmm? Ja, that is me.” She glanced up from her work but couldn’t recall this particular Spy. “Are you here for your evals, Herr Spion?”

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“Sure–” He seemed surprised by the hug, but smiled, patting the boy’s back with a chuckle. “Yeah. It’s just a little city hall thing, you know, but we’ll have a party after and I was gonna invite you to that anyway. I guess I’ve sort of taken over planning for all this, since it was stressing Percy out… anyway, yeah, I think it’d be cool to have you there. As long as it’s not, you know, weird for you? Percy said it might make you uncomfortable. Since he’s, uh, not… your mother.”

"Hey, Chase. Do you wanna be a witness at my wedding sometime? Or would that be awkward? We'll set a date, uh, soon. Probably."

Chase’s eyes widened in shock as he was asked to play such a big role in Émile’s wedding. “R…really…?” He looked absolutely dumbfounded, a baffled grin on his face. “Oh my gosh, seriously?! That- oh, jeez, that means a lot, just- wow…!” He gaveÉmile a quick, tight hug, pulling back before it got too uncomfortable for the Spy. “That’s so cool…! Yeah, I’d love that…!!” 

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He crinkled his nose, but his expression didn’t change otherwise. “No. I have a medic with a less grating voice to fulfill that requirement, unpleasant as it is. I’m here for a more... personal matter.” His eyes wandered around her work space, stance guarded. “Someone very close to me seems to regard you highly, and I feel I should be cautious where he is not.”

"You are.. Doctor Hitzig, correct?" The Spy had approached silently and proceeded to look down at the doctor, arms crossed tight over his chest and eyes narrowed. "Vanya Hitzig?"

“Hmm? Ja, that is me.” She glanced up from her work but couldn’t recall this particular Spy. “Are you here for your evals, Herr Spion?”

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“Oh, yeah. I can see how that’d be bothersome. But you’re not my wife. Or my future-wife. Or anyone’s future or past wife. You are and always will be my husband, once we get married.” He hummed again, nodding. 

“Fair enough. You can still wear slippers, though. Doesn’t pregnancy make people’s feet hurt? Anyway. Tell me what needs to be done, and I’ll work on getting it done, alright? You oughta relax.”

“I mean.. yes.. but.. I had a dream last night that I was wearing a wedding dress and you were calling me your wife and.. mhh.. Maybe I want to look a little dapper for the after party so I can feel like your husband.” He leaned back with a sigh.

“Besides, carrying me to bed and stripping me out of my pajamas is far less romantic than divesting each other of handsome tuxedos, don’t you think?”

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“Aren’t you wearing something flowy so it looks like a shotgun wedding?” He wrapped his arms around his fiance, humming. “And for the after party, you should wear something comfortable. Maybe we can have a pajama party. Slippers only.”

He kissed the side of Percy’s head with a smile. “Relax, darling. Everything will be fine.”

“Wait, what am I doing even looking at tuxedos now? I’m not even going to be the same size when I get married.”

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“Hopefully it will be before I’m huge though.”

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Émile crossed his arms tight over his chest, averting his gaze and grinding his teeth. He gave a quiet grumble of “victims my ass” before sighing heavily through his nose. “Fine, alright, fine. Will you at least be wary, though? Be friends with her and all, but if you--I don’t know--start to feel weird after having a drink with her, get away, right? I’m not saying she’s... bad. Just... be safe.” His eyes closed. “I just need you to be safe.”

That got Émile a sharp and displeased glare. “Émile, I love you and I know you’ve been influenced by your experiences but I’ll decide who I talk to and who my friends are. Vanya is a good woman. She even knows about the kids and offered to make them baby blankets last we talked. I won’t stand for you stereotyping the German people. Many of them were just as much victims of the Nazis as the rest of Europe.”

There was a coldness to his eyes. He know his beloved’s backstory but that kind of attitude helped no one.

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“Mmh, yeah. Just... don’t get too close to that German fuck, alright? Hitzig. She might be the nicest person in the world to you, but don’t trust it. They’re tricky. One minute they’re offering candy to sad children, the next they’re being arrested for crimes against humanity with a trail of disfigured infants in their wake.”

“Good, you see them then.” He stole a little peck from the man with a smile. “Klaus wrote me off for the physical because I just recently had another prenatal but I still need to get my psych exam from Dr. Emerson. ”

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“I would literally rather eat my own knives and then shit them out than go back to a German doctor. At least this way I’ll know if Hartmann gets unprofessional if he’s mad, I guess. Good recon. And I should go back to Dr. Emerson soon anyway. I had that one sort of pre-session with her, and that was... nice. She seems nice.”

“I can’t even get out of it love. It’s mandatory for all staff. Just go see Dr. Hartmann and Emerson, alright? Or Dr. Vanya Hitzig, she is German but she can do both the physical and psych exam and is one less person you have to see.”