Two weeks later.

Tom was sitting with Tord on their bed, bouncing name ideas off each other, Tom's laptop open in front of the two men. "What about the name Inger?" Tom suggested. "It's Norwegian and gender neutral. And a nice meaning."

"Maybe, don't you want them to have English first names as they're growing up over here?" Tord said before yawning. He looked at the clock hanging above their bed, it had the red army's logo spray painted onto it. The clock had been a gift from Alex, though was most likely to forever remind the two men of the sleep deprivation they would soon be experiencing. The clock showed that the time was one In the morning. "We should sleep Tom, think more when we wake up."

The next morning Tord got a rude awakening from the sound of Tom vomiting. He got up and left their room into the bathroom.

"It's gonna be okay Tom." Tord could hear Edd talking softly to Tom. He clenched his fists.

"Yeah. Thanks Edd." Tom rasped.

"Why were you throwing up Tom?" Edd asked. Tord leaned on the door.

"Bad batch of Smirnoff.. Or something" Tom said, rubbing on the back of his neck.

"Yeah yeah, I believe you Tom." Edd sarcastically responded.

"Maybe we should tell him you stubborn twat." Tord said bluntly, walking over to his boyfriend with his hands behind his head.

"TORD! WE CAN'T WE WOULD BE KICKED OUT!" Tom yelled, filled with sudden fear, probably the fear of judgement from Edd and fear of becoming a parent. He began to cry, out if character for the typically blunt man, Tord ran over and hugged him. Cooing soft Norwegian nothings in his ear.

Edd waited for Tom to stop crying before he spoke again, "Why would I kick you guys out? Don't tell me Tord killed another person!" The green wearing mans tone dripped with sarcasm.

"I haven't killed anyone since last Thursday. And that was because one of the soldiers in my army was planning to kill me and I need to stay alive for a reason Tom will tell you." Tord said bluntly, not caring about the dirty look Edd gave him.

"Fine I'll tell him..." Tom sighed and stood up, looking slightly anxious. "Remember to keep an open mind though.." Tom took a few breaths before continuing. "Remember when me and Commie shared our first night together? Well yeah, bastard somehow knocked me up." Tom laughed. "Damn, that sounds stupid as all hell." He continued to laugh.

Edd just looked confused and Tord looked offended. "You're pregnant!?" Edd exclaimed when he could talk. "Does explain the puking and you not drinking."

"I'm not a bastard!" Tord yelled, offended.

"Shut it Tord" Tom retorted.

"WE NEED TO TELL MATT!" Edd squealed. "THIS IS AMAZING!" Edd grabbed Tom's hand dragging him from the room. Tord followed just behind them.

"Matt! Matt~" Edd called, dragging the poor Tom behind him.

"Edd! Let me go!" Tom yelled.

"No we need to tell Matty!" Edd chuckled. Running over to the living room, dragging Tom behind him.

"Tell me what?" Matt asked.

"Tommy's pregnant!~" Edd excitedly cooed. Jumping up and down, holding Tom's hand. Tom looked confused, Tord leaned on the doorway, a scowl plastered on his scarred face.

"Don't call me Tommy." Tom snapped. He yanked his hand from Edd's and folding his arms over his chest.

Tord walked over, wrapping his arms over Tom's shoulders. Matt blinked. "I... Don't understand?" He sounded confused.

"He is pregnant Matt, he and Tord are going to have a child." Edd informed, sitting next to Matt, resting one hand on the ginger's thigh.

"I still don't get it, what does pregnant mean?" Matt asked confused.

"It means that inside Tom a child that is his and Tord's is growing. In a few months there will be a baby in this house." Edd said, gently rubbing Matt's thigh.

"Edd, you're incorrect." Tom laughed, Tord rubbed his shoulders, laughing silently.

"It's twins, there is going to be two babies in this house." Tord finished for Tom.

Edd gasped. "You knocked him up with twins!" Edd sounded exasperated. "You run an army and can't pay your rent on time, but you can knock Tom up with twins? Honestly, I'm not surprised."

Tom had fallen on the floor, laughing and clutching his sides. Tord glared at Edd. "I fucking pay my rent on time. It's Tom who doesn't." Tom stopped laughing.

"Not my fault I got fired." Tom snapped, getting back to his feet.

"You did refuse to wear the uniform Tom." Matt chirped.

"It's a fucking skirt!" Tom defended himself.

"It was you who applied to the gay maid cafe." Edd said, a bored expression on his face.

Tom glared at Edd. "You fucking arse, Tord didn't know!"

Tord began to laugh. "You worked at a gay maid cafe?! This is perfect! Oh I wonder how you looked Tommy~"

"Keep it in your pants commie." Tom warned, slapping Tord on the back of the head.

"Ow.." Tord rubbed the back of his head. "That hurt Tom!"

"Suck it up... What does your army call you? Oh yeah! Suck it up Red Leader. Or do you wanna go and see that crazy medic?"

"Sadly for you Al isn't at work today, he has an appointment with his own doctor. I think Vee is in charge today. He has to go get a shot or something." Tord said with a shrug.

"One; how do you not know who's in charge of the med ward, two; take more time to learn 'bout your employees." Edd said with an accusatory tone.

"Edd I have like over 500 people working under me. Like hell I'm gonna remember them!" Tord snapped, throwing his hands in the air.

Edd rolled his eyes. "Do you guys have any baby names picked out?" He asked.

"For a girl, Inger Asta Lund, for a boy Leif Samiel Lund." Tom said almost instantly.

"The kids are taking my last name?" Tord asked looking shocked. "Surely yours would be better Tom? No criminal attachments."

"Yeah, but both of them have Scandinavian first names. So taking your last name makes sense." Tom reasoned with a shrug.

"What if the twins are both girls or both boys?" Matt perked up.

"Ase Brit Lund or Eirlk Enok Lund." Tom said walking to his chair and sat down.

"Okay... So why did you choose Scandinavian names?" Edd asked.

"I wanna know that too. The kids are growing up over here." Tord said sitting on the floor.

"Well the name Inger means daughter of a hero. I basically chose it because of Tord. I mean you're no fucking hero but you get it." Tom said, shifting to sit more comfortably.

"Aww Tommy, you know I'm a hero~" Tord cooed.

"No way!" Tom yelled.

"Yes" Tord said with a smirk.

"If I wasn't so comfortable and slightly tired I would fucking punch you." Tom threatened.

"Guys relax!" Edd pleaded.

"Fine," Tom stood up walking from the room. "I'm getting food."

A/N: JFC guys, that's a shit ton of reads. Thank you. Alex out.