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Edd Interrupted	By : LydiaFilinas Category: +1 through F > Ed, Edd, and Eddy Views: 22454 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own "Ed, Edd, and Eddy" and I do not, will not, and have not made any money off these writings.

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TITLE: Edd Interrupted
AUTHOR: LydiaFilinas
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Kevin.Double D
WARNINGS: M/M Relationship, Graphic Depictions of Sex, Adult Language
SUMMARY: Kevin and Double D happened to go out to get their mail at the same time. It launched a four year exploit that would consume them both.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own "Ed, Edd, and Eddy" and I do not, will not, and have not made any money off these writings.

EPILOGUE: THREE YEARS LATER

“Babe? Did you know there are brats on rollerblades in the hallway?” Kevin called as he came through the front door. He slid his satchel off his shoulder and dropped his car keys into the little glass tray that sat on the entryway table. “Double D? You home?”

After tucking his shoes into the hallway closet, he came further into the apartment and set his satchel onto the bar counter, surveying the place. Just like his home in Peach Creek, Double D kept their apartment neat as a pin and sterile as a needle. He had also added a few homey touches: a red blanket over the back of the couch, a few matching throw pillows, dry mounted abstracts on the walls, and enough organizational paraphernalia in their closets, cabinets, and pantry to sink a ship. Knowing Double D was comfortable enough to put personal touches in their home made Kevin feel like he was doing a good job keeping his baby happy.

He had just opened a Coke and drank straight from the can when Double D came hurrying through the front door, wheezing. “Kevin?” It sounded like he was struggling with bags.

Kevin hurried to the entryway to take the plastic bags from him. “Hey, babe. You’re home a little late.” When Double D straightened, Kevin moved in to kiss him, slow and leisurely.

“I’m a terrible homemaker. I purchased Chinese,” he said and gestured to the plastic bags.

“Less work.” He kissed him again before taking the bags into the kitchen. “Did you notice the snot-nosed munchkins outside? Nearly tripped over one of them.”

“Oh, Kevin. They’re just children, and without a backyard, where else should they play?”

“The park or something. Not in front of my damn door.”

“They aren’t hurting anyone.” He was slowly unbuttoning his coat and scarf to hang in the closet. “Don’t you like children, Kevin?”

“You’re kidding, right? Do you remember what it was like when we were kids? All I see are a dozen Eddies and Johnnies.”

He giggled and came into the kitchen, smoothing his palms over the rumpled fabric of his scrubs and watched Kevin pull out silverware. They had adjusted well enough to the life of a couple, falling into an easy schedule that hadn’t gotten boring. Kevin worked a little further downtown, so his commute was longer than Double D’s, not to mention the fact that Double D worked from seven to three at the Bio Chem labs and usually got home earlier. At first, Double D had been worried that Kevin wouldn’t transition well from school to a career. After all, Kevin had something of a temper and spoke his mind a little more than was normal, but work seemed to be good for him. He took pride and thrived in it.

“What are you looking at?” Kevin asked as he loosened his tie and undid a few buttons on his shirt.

“Oh! Nothing. Nothing, I, uh . . . was simply . . . thinking.”

“Yeah? About what?”

“About the children in the hallway,” he said.

“What about them?” Kevin sat on the kitchen table and opened his carton of spicy beef and took a healthy bite. “What are you standing all the way over there for? Get over here and talk to me.”

Fidgeting nervously, he shuffled into the kitchen and sat beside Kevin on the table top. Just a few years ago, this would have been forbidden. Chairs were for sitting, tables were for eating. Now, he draped his skinny legs over Kevin’s lap and plucked up his own box of sweet and sour chicken.

“So what about the kids?” Kevin asked.

“Just that I wonder if it’s really so terrible having them around. I don’t mind them.”

“Of course you don’t. Because you’re too nice to yell at them.” He leaned forward to kiss him, and Double D could taste the spices in his mouth. “What’s all this kid talk?”

“Nothing. Or at least nothing serious. I’m merely trying to figure you out.”

“Oh yeah? You don’t have me figured out already?” he chuckled.

“You’re a very complicated person, Kevin. Even as children, we had incredible difficulty findings ways to become your friend. You are temperamental and inclined toward changing your mind more often than usual. Add to this your propensity to--”

Kevin laughed and took a long swallow of his soda. “I’m totally simple. I like good food, good music, a good time, and I love you. How hard is that?”

“Oh, Kevin, really? Caffeine at this hour? You’ll never get to sleep in good time.”

“Yeah, I’m not going to bed any time soon,” he said and slid his hand over Double D’s belly.

“Oh, no you don’t, mister! We need a full eight hours to function properly in the morning--”

“It’s Friday. Give me a break. We can sleep in tomorrow.”

With a worried frown, he conceded. “I suppose you’re right.”

Kevin kissed his neck before opening a box of fried rice and digging in to that. “So what’s with all the kids talk, seriously? You telling me you’re pregnant?”

He blushed fiercely. “Don’t be ridiculous! Men do not have the uterus nor eggs to conceive yet, let alone the hormonal capacity and bone structure to effectively support and birth a human child.” When he looked up, he blushed harder to find that Kevin was staring at him with a cocked eyebrow. “In theory . . .”

“Yeah . . . okay. So, you say you need to figure me out, lemme try to figure you out.” He leaned forward, forehead pressed against Double D’s. “You got some . . . baby fever going?”

“N-No . . .”

“You hesitated and stuttered.”

“No! No, I didn’t. I’m not thinking about . . . that is to say that . . . it was a theoretical question, purely . . . It’s a very natural question from one partner to another! That doesn’t mean I want them.”

Kevin seemed to consider this briefly before shrugging his shoulders. “You think whatever you want, babe. It’s not like I can knock up or anything.”

“Yes. Yes, a good point.”

He grunted and hopped off the kitchen table to drop his fork into the dishwasher, the sign he was finished. Double D hadn’t even touched his chicken. He was poking at it listlessly when Kevin sat beside him again and pulled his legs into his lap. “All right. I got something for you.”

Double D set his chicken aside and rubbed his belly absently. It was just as well. He’d lost his appetite. He was rubbing his eyes with his fists when Kevin took a black velvet box out of his pants pocket and held it up to his gaze. When he saw it, Double D giggled once before covering his mouth to try to stifle it. Then, unable to hold back, he giggled again and again until it dissolved into weeping.

“You haven’t even seen it yet,” Kevin chuckled when he kissed his forehead and then opened the box with a little click. “How’s that for your pleasure, huh?”

It was a delicate ring, platinum, with two diamonds imbedded into the metal, not too big, not too small. It winked flirtatiously in the light as Double D looked at it with big, watery eyes.

“Is that pretty?” Kevin asked encouragingly. He wasn’t a man who necessarily thought things were “cute,” but there were few sights he enjoyed more than when Double D’s lower lip trembled, his hands fidgeted, and his eyes wobbled with unshed tears. He took the ring out of the box and reached out for his hand. “Babe, come on. It’s not scary, is it? It’s just you and me and a pretty piece of jewelry.”

Slowly, he slid the ring onto his finger and Double D choked on a sob. “Oh, K-Kevin . . .”

“You know I love you. You know that.”

“Yes. I do.”

“And I’ll love you and take care of you forever. No one will take you away from me.”

“I know, I know.”

“The ring is really just a formality. You know, making it official.”

He nodded and rubbed his nose. “Yes, I know. Official . . .”

“That you’re mine and you’ll only be mine.”

He burst into noisy tears, hugging his knees to his chest in a gesture that reminded Kevin so much of when they were younger. But instead of knocking him upside the head as he would have done, he wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him into his lap.

“Aw, come on, babe. Don’t you like it?”

“I . . . I love it,” he sobbed as he lifted his head again. Kevin was ready, wiping his tears away with a napkin. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Double D extended his arm out, admiring the twinkling jewel on his finger. He couldn’t help but giggle at the way it suited him and the way he would have a physical reminder of Kevin throughout his day.

“You just want to make sure everyone knows I’m the girl in this relationship.”

Kevin laughed. “It’s been a long time since I’ve called you a girl.”

“And I do appreciate it.”

“Yep.” He kissed Double D’s forehead, both temples, the bridge of his nose, and his mouth. “Mm, my baby boy. No way could we have kids anyway. I’ve got my hands full with you.”

Double D giggled. “Yes, well, I’m not sure you’d get along with children--”

“I’d totally get along with them if they were ours.”

“But they wouldn’t be ours. We would have to adopt--”

“No way! You’re enough of a girl, I could knock you up easy.”

“Hardly, Kevin--”

“My baby wants to have my baby, huh?”

“Kindly stop interrupting me, sir!”

Kevin snorted and kissed him again. “It’s a habit that’s here to stay, babe. Might as well save your breath.”

XXX

AUTHOR’S NOTE: So I briefly considered writing a sequel. I’ve never tried my hand at male pregnancy scenarios, so I thought, “With Double D being the Bio Chem wiz he is, he could pull it off, couldn’t he? Then, inevitably, Kevin would fuck it up because he’s an ass hole we all love, right?” Ah, drama. However, as I finished the story, I wondered, “Do people even like the notion of male pregnancies? Would it sully what I’ve already written? Would anyone read it?” If people would be into it, I’d totally do it. If not, then why ruin a good thing? Let me know.
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