BEING LONELY IS ONLY FUN IN A GROUP // open, Pinch babiesss

[jacob w.c.]

the subtle grace of gravity

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Jacob adored Pincher. It was obvious with every loving word and gesture. It was obvious in the way he looked at him, in the way he followed him, in the way he shared in the children that weren't even his, but were in act products of a woman who had captured and tortured him. He didn't know Coldblue very well but he knew Goldie extremely well and he adored the little girl, all but referring to her as his own daughter. Jacob was able to accept that Pincher had lived a life much more plentiful with lovers than he had. it was silly to expect everyone to choose the same things he had. When he approached the group, Jacob knew he should be checking Aphra for any complications and be making sure she was alright but he seemed frozen by her words. They were Pincher's? His mind scrambled for a moment and he looked at down them, his emotions varying. These would be his children. He knew what he was going to do. He was going to make them little stuffed animals and give them tender nicknames and kisses on their cheeks. He would love them, just as he did with Goldie. But Aphra? He wasn't sure how he felt about the situation itself. Still, his mind seemed to eventually catch up with reality.

"Th-The gestation period, though- it... I mean, they should've been conceived 'bout two months ago, yeah? S-So tha' would... I mean tha' was well before Pinch n' I were ever together. We only really started datin' 'bout a month ago," he said. But they'd kissed before that. They'd all but told each other they loved on another and this... hurt. Very much. But he knew he couldn't be angry at Deniz. It wasn't as though they'd been exclusive and he knew Pincher had never been with a man before him so he may not even had seen it as a romantic interest. He turned his gaze from the woman to the children and allowed a light smile to flicker across his maw. He would take care of them. There was no doubt, no question in his mind. He would be part of this family officially soon enough and he wanted nothing more than to love and accept every single person in it. This was fine. In fact, this was wonderful. He'd always wanted as many children as possible and this was a step towards that. "They're beautiful," came his quiet words as he looked down on them.

the heavy weight of stone