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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Big_Hero_6_(2014)
  Relationship:
      Hiro_Hamada/Tadashi_Hamada, Tadashi_Hamada/Cass_Hamada, Cass_Hamada/Shawn
      Hamada
  Character:
      Hiro_Hamada, Tadashi_Hamada, Cass_Hamada, Shawn_Hamada
  Additional Tags:
      Yandere, Incest, Drunken_Affairs, Unplanned_Pregnancy, Unrequited_Love,
      Shawn_Hamada_is_Hiro_and_Tadashi's_Dad, What_Have_I_Done, Daddy_Kink, it
      dies_because_obvious_reasons, The_Cass_is_Pregnant_with_Tadashi's_Baby
      Fic, That_no_one_wanted
  Series:
      Part 2 of Fratricide
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-22 Updated: 2016-11-05 Chapters: 4/? Words: 6631
****** I Love You... But I Lied ******
by YaminoTenshi202
Summary
     It truly didn't matter to him if Tadashi had lied. Hiro just wanted
     to make sure that Tadashi knew that what they had started wasn't
     going to end. He wouldn't let it. They would just have another person
     in the mix to care for, and Hiro didn't mind that.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Hiro had decided not to eat dinner when his brother told him the truth and had
explained. There had been a sinking hole in his stomach, one that left him
nauseous and pushing away the hot wings that Aunt Cass had made. As he watched
her walk to the counter, Hiro tried to see if he had only been ignoring the
signs. Her schedule for doing... anything, really, hadn't changed. She had
still greeted him everyday as though everything had been fine. 
It had never occurred to him that it was strange, that Aunt Cass had no problem
with Hiro and Tadashi stating that they were indeed in love with each other,
that they wanted to love each other in ways that would put them in jail and
Hiro would be sent away. She only made them promise that they would wait from
doing anything more that touches until Hiro was older. (It didn't stop Hiro
from buying condoms so that they didn't make messes every time they did
something.)
It had never occurred to Hiro to think about her in any other way than her
being his aunt.
Just like it had never occurred to him that, when Tadashi and Cass had gotten
drunk that night, that they had had sex.
Or that the swelling was more than just something of the female body that he
didn't know.
"I'm going upstairs."
Tadashi followed him a few minutes later.
===============================================================================
When his brother walked through the doorway to their room, Hiro sat up at the
foot of the bed. his feet dangling off of the side. He looked up to Tadashi and
saw fear in his brother's eyes.
"Hiro... I'm sorry. We just- I..." Tadashi ran his fingers through his hair, a
nervous habit that he had when anxious and one that Hiro knew well enough. It
made his mouth run dry at the thought, at the thought that his aunt had felt
those fingers against her, in her, on her. As he saw Tadashi bite his lip, he
thought of the possible kisses that had been placed upon them. It caused an ire
inside of him to burn, as well as a fervor to just touch his brother.
Fuck what Cass thought right now.
"You were drunk, the first time?"
Tadashi looked up at him in surprise, as though he had forgotten Hiro was
there. He gave a nod in reply.
"Do you... Do you remember anything?"
"Just words... This time that just happened, nothing happened. I think she's
stressed out."
Hiro waved his hand, beckoning his brother to come closer. Tadashi came forward
slowly, a hesitant animal which knew of the small and fierce predator on the
bed. Hiro stood and reached out, smiling a bit when he felt Tadashi's fingers
against his. He helped Tadashi lay down on his bed, soon bending down to kiss
his forehead, cheeks, lips.
"But I lied," was what Hiro heard as a whisper, but he kept muttering words of
love and praise against Tadashi's skin, pressing kisses to every bit of skin
that he had access to. Tadashi responded wonderfully to it all, his protests,
his truths, slowly becoming moans of pleasure, murmurs of a carnal nature, and
each sound was music. This piece of music, this perfect symphony was all his.
Hiro gently turned his brother's head to the side, running his lips over his
ear and whispering to him, and telling him everything he needed to hear... that
Hiro needed to say. Tadashi let out a whimper, something that Hiro thought he'd
ever hear from his older brother, when Hiro whispered another word to him, what
brought his attention back to his lie, the untruth that Hiro had to discover on
his own.
"Daddy."
He could feel Tadashi freeze underneath him, muscles growing tense.
"Hiro-" Tadashi grunted when Hiro pressed his lips harshly against his own,
knowing that bruises would surely form against his pale skin and would appear
on Hiro's as well, on the soft lips that were leaving him without breath each
time they separated. He wondered if Hiro could taste the alcohol on his lips.
"Call me what you called her, Daddy," Hiro demanded, biting down on Tadashi's
earlobe. He felt Tadashi reach up to - Pull him closer? Push him away? Turn
them bother around? - him, only to thread his fingers through the long hair
that Hiro hadn't felt the need to cut in a while. For a few moments, it was
only Tadashi letting out soft sounds, Hiro peppering kisses around Tadashi's
ear and just behind it, where he knew that Tadashi liked it most. It was calm
and beautiful, something that Hiro had missed while Tadashi hadn't been near
him, hesitant around everyone in the house. "Come on, you remember words,
right?"
Fingers grew harsh against his scalp and Hiro hissed as he was pulled up and
away, twisted so that he wound up on his back, the shock pushing all of the
breath from his lungs.
"Ta-" Hiro cried out as teeth assaulted his neck, his body focused on the heat
of it, reacting to it. He wanted to thrust upward, but Tadashi was sitting on
his hips, careful of his weight but restraining Hiro the best that he could. He
could hear Tadashi whisper that word to him and he felt his cock twitch in his
pants, a moan tumbling from his lips like a stream of sweetness.
"How can..." Tadashi whispered, licking at the bruised skin before suckling on
it gently. Hiro mewled as Tadashi went lower, nibbling at his collarbone.
"What?" Hiro whispered back just as softly.
"Why are you letting me touch you?" Tadashi bit at the bruising spot on Hiro's
neck once again, and this time he moaned at the taste of blood in his mouth.
"I-I shouldn't have in the first place, and certainly not with... With what's
happened."
"Hush." Hiro brought Tadashi's head back down to his neck and let him continue
to lick at the broken skin there, humming with pleasure at the feeling. "We're
not- Ngh! - big brother and little brother right now. We're just Tadashi and
Hiro, boys that love each other."
Tadashi pulled away from him and Hiro saw the tears that he had not seen
forming before finally spill over.
"Babe..." Tadashi let out in a soft whisper. Hiro resisted the urge to push
Tadashi away. He held back from pushing him away and screaming and 'Why would
you call her what you call me?' and running out. "Hiro, I don't know..."
"What? Don't you love me?" Hiro asked, his throat on fire. He reached up and
used Tadashi to pull himself up, biting into his neck. They belonged to each
other; that was the way it was supposed to be. That's the way it had to be.
"Love you," he heard and his cock only grew harder, especially as Tadashi
reached down to palm him through his pants. The words became a mindless mantra,
breathless and devoid of thinking of anything else.
Hiro would make sure of that.
===============================================================================
Cass sat on the small nook by her window, rubbing at her abdomen. She could
hear Hiro's mattress creaking, and she felt the little bit of food that she did
eat roll in her stomach. What was worse was that she knew what Tadashi looked
like.
His hair would be sticking to his forehead, wet with sweat and Hiro would want
to be licking at it, ignoring its taste and wanting it just because it was from
Tadashi. Tadashi's hands were under Hiro's thighs, spreading him wider so that
they could be connected more deeply and Tadashi would find the-
"Tadashi!"
Cass covered her ears, but she felt her lower stomach grow warm.
She wasn't supposed to know this about her nephew. She wasn't supposed to know
what sounds he was making when Hiro would bite his neck, the pants that he'd
make as he got closer to coming, and not that cry of ecstasy that came with his
orgasm. She tried her hardest to make sure that she wouldn't know Hiro's
either.
"This wasn't supposed to happen."
She wasn't supposed to have raped her nephew that night. It didn't matter if
she only remembered the feelings and sounds and not the reason as to why she
did it, even under the influence of that social lubricant that her brother said
would ruin her one day.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she whispered to her stomach, wondering if the life
inside would hear her.
She wasn't supposed to be having her nephew's baby.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Things only get harder when you get out of the truck and realize
     you're almost out of gas. It's the hardest when you have no idea
     where you're going.
Chapter Notes
     Why the Hell am I writing this? It won't leave me alone. Curse the
     Lifetime Movie Network.
When Tadashi woke up the morning after, he felt his stomach flutter slightly.
He was still buried inside of Hiro, his brother's back against his chest and
their bodies connected so intimately that Tadashi felt boneless at it. He felt
the latex between them and sighed at the feeling. As mad as Hiro had been last
night, he had let Tadashi roll the condom on without hassle.
He thought back to last night. They had broken the one rule that had been set
up when they had told Aunt Cass of what they felt for each other. It didn't
matter to Tadashi, not really; being able to touch Hiro in other ways, knowing
all of the spots that made him scream before finding out what spots inside of
him would make him senseless, was enough for him. But last night had been too
much. Hiro had pushed so hard, and Tadashi wanted to forget what his aunt had
felt like. There was only the ghost of her touch against his skin, her lips,
her gentle fingers that knew where-
"Ugh..." He curled closer around Hiro, trying to push it all away. This was the
person he loved, the one that he was getting hard inside of now. As he thought
of it, of the harsh bites against his neck and the soft lips that delivered
enough kisses that he had urgently stripped both of them of their clothes, he
wanted to move inside of him. He couldn't tell who he wanted at this moment,
not while he was still drunk with sleepiness and not aware of what time of day
it was.
Hiro moved against him in his sleep, Tadashi flinching at the tightness. Hiro's
head moved and he turned to see Tadashi out of the corner of his eye. There was
a small smile on his face and a spark in his eye.
"Did you want to go another round?" Hiro slid off of his brother's cock,
grunting at the feeling of emptiness that followed. He turned to see Tadashi's
face pink with embarrassment. Hiro laughed as he carefully slipped off the used
condom and stood to throw it away. He went to his dresser
Tadashi found himself rutting against Hiro, senselessly burying himself inside
of his brother over and over. Hiro was biting at the pillow, willing to follow
Tadashi's order to stay as quiet as they could for a reason that Tadashi didn't
voice. If it were different, if only the two of them lived here, Tadashi would
be bending Hiro over the kitchen table and anywhere else he had always thought
of as taboo before he had actually been in love.
But they weren't alone, and there were other circumstances.
'For Cass, and the baby, at least.'
===============================================================================
Cass could hear the creaking of the bed distantly. Her sleep-addled mind made
her think of the one time that she did find herself in that kind of situation,
the one time that ended her ever trying again.
Her brother was ten years older than she was, but Cass knew that they were
closer than same-age siblings.
Her brother was infuriating and stubborn, but Cass knew that he cared for her
and never minded hearing about her problems, even if he never quite understood.
Her brother was dating other girls, but Cass thought that he loved Cass the
most.
One night, when their parents had gone out, Shawn had decided to stay and watch
Cass, who at fifteen hadn't been the most cautious. She would still leave the
door unlocked when she would leave for school and sometimes forgot that she had
left the stove on. He would laugh whenever he would come back from college or
work to visit and find her multiple reminding sticky notes on the floor, Cass
trying to count them all and think of where she had lost the last one or two.
"I can't remember what I'm doing, Shawn!" She remembered her brother's arms
around her, and his deodorant was still the same as when she was a little girl.
He'd never really changed, she thought, as he kissed her forehead and cooed to
her soft, comforting words.
"It's okay. It's a phase, Cassie, and you'll get through it." Cass had been
looking down at his lips and she thought of all the ways that she could tell
her brother that she loved him, but it would never mean what she felt; "I love
you" only meant so much when a sibling said it.
"I hope it's just a phase," she replied, nodding when Shawn reassured her it
was, and again as he volunteered to make hot sauce for the chicken wings that
their mother had mentioned making. She watched him walk, and she wondered what
she couldn't see underneath the fabric.
It was after she said that that she realized that it wasn't a phase at all.
It didn't help that she started to cut her hair like her brother's girlfriend.
===============================================================================
On her twenty-first birthday, three months before he was supposed to get
married to his long-time girlfriend, he had invited her to go drinking. He'd be
her babysitter while she tried all of the drinks that she had been eager to
try. Her friends were all busy anyway.
Sweet drink after sour, spicy after bland, Cass's whole head felt stuffy and
the man supporting her and calling the taxi to go back to her parents' home
smelled just like her brother. His hands were on her hips as he helped her
inside, almost stumbling himself. He muttered something about a girl - who was
Naomi? - and started calling her that. His lips were soft against her neck,
murmuring about how much he loved how her hair smelled like his soap. She
wanted to tell him that he still used the same soap that their mother would buy
for him, but she found herself silenced by his lips against hers.
She moaned, parting her lips and letting his tongue venture to meet hers. She
was drowning in pleasure, and she didn't want to care right now. She just
wanted this person to continue. He was picking her up and carrying her to a
couch, cold fingers under her shirt and bra. He called her Naomi again, but she
didn't mind as her pants were coming off and her underwear soon after. His
mouth was hot against her and she was crying and moaning loudly as she tried to
get closer to his mouth, anything to feel him against her on every part of her.
Her face was wet from her tears.
"Shawn!"
With that, the whole spell broke, because Shawn had recognized her voice and he
was pulling away from her.
"Cassie?"
Her brother pulled away to turn on the lamp, and Cass felt herself crumble
apart as she spouted any words that made the vaguest sense in her mind, but it
didn't matter. It didn't matter how much she tried to explain, to explain that
it wasn't his fault, that they were drunk and they must have gotten caught up
in the moment, and she and Naomi had the same haircut and looked a lot alike.
The lights hadn't been turned on and- She heard him mention rape and realized
that this is what is was. He was thinking of Naomi, and she was thinking about
him.
He was going to be married soon.
"Cassie," Shawn whispered, voice broken. He looked green and Cass knew then
that he was frightened. Of what, she didn't know. He reached out slowly and
wiped at her cheek.
'He thinks I was crying, that I was scared or hurt or- Not because I felt
good.'
"Shawn-"
"Cassie, I'm sorry. I-" He ran to the kitchen to vomit, leaving Cass alone in
the living room half-naked and crying because she had made her brother cry.
He ran out the door soon after, leaving her alone on the floor in the house.
He called for a taxi, she later learned, leaving her alone in her thoughts
until the day that her older nephew was born.
At first, she thought of him as the piece of Shawn that had her eyes and her
brother's nose. Then Tadashi became her sweet boy that smiled like Naomi, and
her friend to always care for.
===============================================================================
Over time and the years in which she had lost her brother and sister-in-law,
she had gained two sons, one of which grew more like his father in appearance
and personality.
She wanted to have a piece of the joy that Shawn and Naomi had in having
children, but Hiro and Tadashi were hers, too, now. She didn't resent their
existence. It was proof to her that her brother still called her family enough
to not be disgusted with her and to have her as their godmother.
Hiro reminded Cass of herself when she was young. They had similar smiles, and
their faces were round and familiar. She loved watching him make his robots and
enjoyed his enjoyment of gummy bears whenever he had a good report card come
in, which was always. His smile was sweet and she wished, for a moment, that
she didn't break up with her boyfriend that she'd been with for two years prior
to Tadashi's birth and the nine years after. He didn't want kids, though, and
her miscarriage had scared him enough to be firm enough with that decision.
'Why did Shawn get to have what I always wanted? Why does Shawn get love and I
don't?'
When she found herself caught up in those thoughts, she would look for her
nephews and hold them close, claiming that they needed hugs, and a last one
before heading off to do something, anything.
===============================================================================
Hiro started reminding Cass too much of herself when he turned twelve. She
noticed his eyes following Tadashi, eyes burning into Tadashi and wanting...
something. She saw him blushing whenever he received praise from Tadashi and,
sometimes, he would shift in his seat as though uncomfortable when Tadashi
would come by from SFIT to eat dinner with them. 
She tried to talk with him as delicately as possible, trying to get him to talk
without being forced to. Hiro avoided talking about sexual urges and his
sexuality whenever she did bring it up, but when she talked about love, he was
always silent.
"Is there anyone you like? A girl or boy?"
Even as he turned fourteen, Hiro would shake his head, but there was always
pink on his cheeks.
One night at dinner, Cass had been at the counter getting more hot sauce from
the saucepan. She turned and saw all that she needed to. Sauce was on Hiro's
cheek, and Tadashi wiped at it with his thumb. Hiro blinked and, his face
flushed as Tadashi licked the sauce off. She saw Tadashi blush too.
Two weeks after Hiro had turned fourteen, Tadashi came forward to her and told
her everything.
Cass found herself not minding.
In fact, she was happy.
She asked if Hiro could join them, and she set down the rules.
She wanted them to be happy.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     What do people think of this? May I have a comment? ;-;
The heat of the shower water was wonderful against Hiro's skin. The fingers
that were massaging shampoo and conditioner into his scalp felt wonderful.
Tadashi's humming was in his ears, soothing him and the pain at his hips'
level. He tried to return the favor, grabbing the bottles of hair product and
reaching for his brother's hair. Tadashi bowed his head forward, chuckling at
the evidence of their height difference. Hiro pouted at that, bopping his
brother on the head lightly. He asked for Tadashi to kneel down, saying it'd be
easier on his back; surprisingly, Tadashi did so without complaint.
"Are you planning something?" Hiro asked, answered by Tadashi's lips against
his abdomen. It was a good feeling, being able to touch each other, without
thinking about it anymore. He massaged Tadashi's scalp slowly, gently, trying
to imitate the kisses that were delivered to his skin.
"Do you hate her?" Tadashi mumbled, soft but firm.
Hiro sighed.
"Hiro?"
"Turn around. I can wash your back." Tadashi didn't comply. He did stand again,
bringing his full height against Hiro. He saw Hiro's lower lip shrink a little,
and he knew that Hiro was upset, biting on his lower lip.
"Hiro-"
"I don't hate her. I just... I don't want her near you." Hiro felt himself
pulled close to his brother, the other's body hot against his. He could feel
the suds in his hair flowing downward and he closed his eyes to keep the soap
out. "I-I don't want to know that she touched you where... I didn't even get to
touch you first."
Tadashi looked down at Hiro. "Hiro... I'm not going to act like it wasn't our
fault. We made bad decisions... and I can't ask you to forgive me or her. I
thought... I was with you, and she thought of someone else. I didn't mean for
someone else, someone that I don't love that way, touch me; I just wanted you."
Hiro felt Tadashi cup his cheek, the shower water splashing a bit more into
Hiro's eye at that, but it was a welcome feeling. His vision was blurry, and it
reminded him of those "drunk" goggles that the teachers had them try on in
middle school. They had blurred his vision so much that he had mistaken his
classmates for each other, and Hiro could only imagine what poor judgement
added to the situation.
'Well, I don't need to imagine now.'
"Stupid." Hiro, the suds out of his hair, stepped out of the shower. Casually,
he pulled the hot water knob up and smirked as Tadashi jumped at the cold water
coming from the shower head. As he heard Tadashi scold him gently, voice
overtaken by guilt and almost broken-sounding, Hiro thought of it all. Of what
Cass and Tadashi said, both were drunk off their asses; they didn't even sleep
in the same place, as Tadashi had woken - still inebriated - and realized that
he had a bed to sleep in, leaving his aunt alone in her room. Cass had gone to
Tadashi in the morning only after noticing that there was something inside of
her that shouldn't be there.
The more carnal memories came later, and Hiro remembered those three days as
the days that Tadashi and Aunt Cass didn't speak to each other, or look at each
other.
It was a horrible memory for them both, and the baby didn't ask to be made like
that, if at all.
"I forgive you two." Hiro heard the water turn off and he looked up to see
Tadashi staring at him in awe. "Don't get me wrong. I'm still pissed, but...
It's your baby, right?"
"Yes." The way that Tadashi said it with such certainty, it made Hiro feel more
fragile than before. There was a resolution to Tadashi's words whenever he was
sure or devoted to something, like when he first applied to SFIT or began
working on Baymax; it was there again when he confessed his relationship to the
baby, to Aunt Cass' baby. Hiro reached up for Tadashi's face and wondered how
his own features would mix with Tadashi's. He wasn't a girl, and he couldn't
give his brother a baby; even if he could, the four to six percent risk of the
child having any problems deterred him from the thought. There was a percentage
now, but it was halved.
It made him wonder why Cass and Tadashi hadn't considered an elective abortion,
but he wouldn't ask. At least, he wouldn't ask until they all had more time to
adjust to the situation. They would have to get ready for the baby anyway, Hiro
knew, and it'd be better to focus on that.
He couldn't care for a baby, but Tadashi and Cass could, he realized. He
watched Tadashi move out of the shower and noticed the lithe muscles that
structured his brother's body. Cass wasn't a weak woman either; she had helped
out many time with moving equipment and materials for their robotics
projects. They took care of Hiro and they both had income; the cafe had a
steady income from loyal customers, and Tadashi was selling his first aid bots
and continuing to fine-tune Baymax, gathering support from local equipment
companies. All Hiro could probably do was help with basic care; he knew CPR and
first aid from classes in high school, but that was it.
"Can I take care of the baby too?" Hiro's voice seemed more broken than he
expected. Warm hands, though fingertips were cold due to the cold water that
had been sprayed upon them, came to his shoulders, and warm lips met his
forehead. He closed his eyes and let Tadashi move his head, letting their lips
meet.
"Of course." Everything was quiet now, and Tadashi's voice was barely a whisper
against Hiro's lips. "Everything I am belongs to you. This will be your baby,
too."
It wasn't a perfect moment for Hiro, but those words made the situation feel a
bit better in his heart.
'My baby, too.'
He wondered if it had a heartbeat yet.
===============================================================================
Cass opened her eyes at the sound of her name. She rubbed the sleepiness out of
her eyes and saw Tadashi and Hiro in the doorway. Her blood ran cold in her
body, spotting how tightly Hiro was holding onto Tadashi's sweater sleeve. Was
this attachment hereditary, and were Tadashi and Hiro both affected, like how
she had thought of Shawn? Out of relief, or was it cruelty, she thanked God
that Hiro was a boy, so that this child in her belly would be a unique child,
not given a chance to be affected by the curse in their veins.
"B-Boys..?"
"Hey, Aunt Cass," Tadashi said softly, as though he had encountered a hurt
animal. Cass bit her lip to stop herself from saying anything of the sort; her
head was pounding and she felt dizzy. "We were... did you want anything in
particular for breakfast?"
Hiro looked up at her - 'Please don't hate me. Please don't hate me.' - and let
out the smallest of smiles. "We can get something from the store if you want."
Cass shook her head; the thought of food was making her ill. She hurriedly
stood, stumbling on her way to her bathroom. She could hear voices of concern,
but she only focused on not hitting her head on the toilet seat as she emptied
her stomach into the bowl. Her eyes were watering, her nose running. The acrid
taste of acid was burning her throat, triggering her gag reflex again and her
stomach flipping itself to empty itself more. There was too much inside of her,
it felt like, too much to ever get rid of.
"Hiro, get that towel wet," she heard Tadashi say, and she smiled at the
absurdity of it all. She shook as hands gently held her shoulders, rubbing
soothing, meaningless shapes into her muscles to get them to relax. She heard
Hiro close to her and sighed at the cool, damp towel around the back of her
neck.
"A-" Hiro started saying, before cutting himself off. He moved the towel a bit
to wipe some vomit from her chin, mumbling about how morning sickness must
suck. It made Cass smile genuinely.
"It does, honey..." Tadashi's hands left her and Cass stood slowly, reaching to
flush the toilet. She noticed Hiro staring hard at her; it wasn't hateful or
sad, but curious.
"Will toast help?" She nodded to whoever had asked and Cass found herself alone
in the bathroom with Hiro. She tried to swallow down what dryness had developed
in her mouth and tasted bile. She must have made a face because Hiro let out a
small laugh and helped her get a paper cup from her medicine cabinet for water.
For a while, it was as though everything was normal. It was reminiscent of the
time when she had the stomach flu, with Hiro helping her get water to wash out
her mouth after vomiting and walk back to bed. Hiro even tucked her in and put
a pillow behind her back so that she could sit up. She wondered if he hated her
now, if she deserved his forgiveness, which she knew the answer to.
Hiro was pressing a tissue into her hands now, hushing at her and telling her
that "it's okay to cry" and "I'm here" and "I don't hate you." She could hear
herself, crying but it seemed so far away, too far away to be real. When did
she start crying, and was she saying everything out loud? Everything was so
fuzzy-sounding.
"Hiro, what's wrong?"
"Dashi... Aunt Cass?" Cass looked up and saw Hiro looking down at her, fear in
his eyes. Tadashi was setting something down on her nightstand and Hiro was
wrapping his arms around Cass; something inside of her felt crushed. Her baby
boy, her nephew, her Hiro, was holding her. She could feel her breathing slow
down, her arms not feel so stiff. It was a small comfort for now, having him
touch her and hold back any disgust he had towards her.
She tried to bury herself in his shirt, smelling of the detergent that she had
always bought for them. She tried to will it away, all of the past three
months. No more hiding from Tadashi, being awkward around Hiro, and not doing
their laundry for fear of bringing up memories that turned her stomach and made
her regret ever falling in love; right now, it was only the memory of Hiro and
her stomach flu that made her calm, her heart slowing down, and the churning of
her stomach finally leaving.
"Here, Aunt Cass." Her fingers were gently pulled at, and toast was in her
hand. She felt herself bit at the cooked bread, and it tasted wonderful. It was
dry in her mouth, but her stomach made a noise of wanting for it.
"Aunt Cass?"
Cass looked up at Hiro and saw him biting his lip in the way he usually did
when he was nervous. She looked over at Tadashi, who had a calm smile on his
face. His ears were getting pink, though, like how they did when Hiro had to go
to the hospital when he was seven for his broken arm. He'd been so nervous that
Hiro would be awake during the surgery that he had his first panic attack.
Their lifetimes were histories to her, histories that she'd always been a part
of. She knew so much about them, and now she knew too much. Her now swelling
belly was enough, and it was too late to change anything about it.
"Aunt Cass, are you feeling better?"
The question came so innocently from Hiro's lips, and it sounded so concerned.
'Why did you say that? How could you not hate me?'
"I'm okay, sweetie. Just... I'm okay." Cass gave them a small smile, just to
reassure them. Tadashi looked at her with a bit of incredulity in his eyes.
Hiro, however, was more insistent with it.
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Watching Cass vomit and then break down was overwhelming for Hiro. This was the
woman that had raised him for the past ten, going on eleven, years. She'd gone
to teacher conferences where they had lectured about his behavior in lower
level classes - Disruptive, rude, correcting the teachers - and the many
accidents that his and Tadashi's experiments had led to, including the hospital
visits. She'd dealt with so much, but this situation was finally overwhelming
her. Why wouldn't it?
"Aunt Cass, are you feeling better?"
Pregnancy and medicine weren't something that he knew too much about. Hiro knew
about morning sickness and the changing moods, but he tried adding the mental
stress of the fact that... this was her nephew's baby inside of her. If he was
stressed out, how did she feel? It was already three months in; it was too late
to do anything with the doctors now.
The thought made his stomach churn when Cass just reassured him that she was
okay. How was this affecting the baby, his baby? What should she be eating?
Should she even be working now? What appointments needed to be made? Tadashi
had to know, because Hiro just didn't!
"Do you think you can eat? You can't live off toast," he said gently, repeating
back the words that he recalled from the time that she had had the worst
stomach flu ever and wouldn't stop throwing up. It seemed further away from him
in memory than just a year ago.
"I can make a porridge. It should be light enough on your stomach," Tadashi
offered. Hiro looked up at Tadashi, wondering what driving him right now: love,
compassion, paternal instinct, or obligation?
"That sounds fine," Cass said softly, clearing her throat. She looked so tired.
"Are you sure?" Hiro asked again, reaching out and hesitating, before putting a
hand over his aunt's. They were feeling cool and looking paler than normal.
"What about milk or juice? Wait, nothing too sweet, right?"
Cass looked at him with those same confused eyes that she had before. "Milk
sounds fine, milk and porridge."
"All right," Tadashi agreed. He came forward and, meeting Hiro's eyes for an
impossibly short moment, placed a hand on her shoulder. Cass seemed to relax
further under the touch. "It'll be about fifteen to twenty minutes, okay?"
Cass nodded. Hiro repeated the gesture and shooed him off, telling him that he
would make sure she was comfortable before he'd help Tadashi downstairs.
Then he realized that he was alone with his aunt.
'Shit.'
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Hi.
One moment, Hiro was with his brother to care for his aunt, and now he was
alone with her. He looked to her and noticed the pallor of her face. He didn't
know what to say or ask, exactly. He watched as she leaned back into the pillow
and let out a heavy sigh. Cass was much more relaxed than before, after she was
put in bed. It was unsettling to him that she was relaxed after Tadashi had
touched her shoulder. Hiro looked at her shoulder and then at all of her; her
belly was indeed larger than before.
'What do you say your aunt who's pregnant with your brother's - your lover's -
baby?'
"H-How do you feel now? You know, after throwing up?" Cass gave him a small
smile, not meeting his eyes.
"Better out than in... I feel better than before." She lowered her head to look
down at the sheets, fingers dancing along the thicker stitches of her quilt.
Her stomach made a sound of agreement, gurgling with hunger. "Are you feeling
all right, honey?"
Hiro lifted his eyes from her belly.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
Cass didn't answer him. She only brought a hand up slightly, letting her
fingertips caress her abdomen.
Hiro sighed. Of course, this would be it. He didn't want to think about how the
baby ended up there. He didn't want to think about how his aunt may have
touched, kissed, had anything to do with Tadashi in that way. He just wanted to
see what the baby, what Tadashi's baby would look like.
"Aunt Cass... Do you want me to be honest?"
"Yes."
Cass was quiet as Hiro reached out slowly. His fingertips mimicked hers,
caressing her belly. He didn't notice - later, he'd say that he didn't care -
Cass shivering at his touch. It was warm, just as warm as Cass, but there was
something there that Hiro couldn't describe. It was making something stir in
his heart.
"That's Tadashi's baby. I don't care how it exists right now. I can't give him
a kid, even if I wanted to. Whatever dumb decision you guys made, his baby is
real now, not just something that I know he thinks about... A lot."
'I won't let her know that it's Aunt Cass bother me.'
He looked up to Cass, whose eyes revealed nothing. They told nothing of what
she thought of Hiro's words. It was just a blank look.
"A-Anyway... We're still family, Aunt Cass." It was really so easy to call her
his aunt, like this was normal. Was it normal then, to still embrace her? He
approached her slowly, and she shook slightly in his hold as she gradually
calmed and returned the hug. Everything was fine, the storm of emotions around
them calm. Hiro was surprised at how... This wasn't a woman that tried to take
his brother away; it was the woman that had taken care of him as long as he
could remember, the woman that let him have his brother with very few rules
that he could fight back at and many rules that he agreed to; this was the
woman that cared about him the most in the world, and he felt that in her arms.
He lifted his head up a bit, looking down to see her belly.
Lips touched his forehead, and he pulled back. A hand buried itself in his
hair, fingers threading through his hair. He raised his gaze, and there were
warm, brown eyes, filled with tears, and the sight killed him.
"Thank you, sweetie..."
"... can you feel it... him-her?"
"No, not yet. In a few weeks..."
Hiro nodded, humming at the thought. He'd seen pregnant women before; would his
aunt's stomach swell very large, or would it be rather small? Cass was petting
his head, rubbing all the spots that she would when he was stuck with a
headache; would she do the same thing for the baby? Would she breastfeed the
baby? Would Hiro be able to take classes with her on how to take care of a
baby? He and Tadashi would have to work really hard to support it, probably
more than he knew...
Instead of asking those things, he asked the question that no one had thought
far enough ahead on.
"Can I name the baby?"
Cass looked down at him, their gazes locked as the woman tried to process what
had just been said. The moment extended itself, expanding into the air and
filling their lungs with its presence. Hiro felt trepidation going through Cass
one moment, and before he could apologize - for what, he didn't really know -
his aunt burst into laughter. It was a beautiful, familiar sound that Hiro was
suddenly starving for. He had never realized how much he loved his aunt's laugh
in that moment, how much he had missed it, and he wanted his baby to know it.
Then the thought of his aunt bothering him so much struck him, and the bubbling
laughter rose up in him to at the incredulity of their situation. She held his
whole world in her belly, and he had been angry at her for it. His aunt,
cradling him, would know the love he had felt for the last ten years of his
life; what more could he ask for, than to give hia whole world its name?
Tadashi came back to the room, dry toast in hand, to find his family giggling.
He smiled.
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