Warning(s): AU, underage, sexual content, mpreg, language, etc. Rated M for a reason.

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Spoilers! To the Disney movie Brave!

Chapter nine: Happy Ending

Adam's P.O.V

I carry a sleeping Chase in my arms to the car parked just outside the hospital. Owen, thankfully, provided me a thin blanket to cover Chasey as we go back home. It'd been a week of strict bed rest and finally I can take both my Chasey and our baby home. It isn't perfect as the risk still runs and the danger of something going wrong is just around the corner.

As soon as I reach the car, Bree opens it for me and I carefully place Chase inside and put his seat belt on. He snuffles asleep, his brow furrowed but his breath is still coming out in small even puffs. When I close the door, I see as he snuggles further into the blanket and curls up around his belly.

"I'll meet you at the house," Bree whispers although she has no need as Chase is sleeping soundly inside the car.

"Okay, thank you Bree," I smile and give her a tight hug.

I see her retreating form waving as she approaches Owen's car. Trent waves from inside of his older brother's car and I smile. He's been a good friend to Chase since they've met and I can't be more delighted. Chase needed a new start, someone he could rely on, someone who, despite the fact that it hurt, wasn't me. However, I understand his needs. I want his happiness more than anything.

Quietly as to not wake Chase, I open the driver's door and slide in before carefully closing it shut and starting the car. The drive is silent but I don't mind as long as I can hear Chase's deep even breathes to reassure that he's safe and fine. By the time we arrive home, I'm exhausted. I haven't been home for a week and a half, the duration of Chase's stay at the hospital. Despite having been reprimanded by Owen to take it easy and rest, he usually let me stay in Chase's room. I'm sure the nurses already know my name, I can't help but feel slightly amuse as I get out the car.

My knuckles rap on the door and Chase startles awake, his hand on his belly as he looks at me with hazy tired eyes. A small smile adorns his face and he opens the door.

"Sorry sweetheart, I didn't want to risk opening the door and hurting you," I whisper.

"'s okay," he mumbles rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

I press a soft kiss to his forehead and then to his plump pouting lips. I place an arm under his legs and the other around his neck and shoulders to pick him up. With my foot I close the door and I walk up the few steps toward the mansion's entrance. The blanket trailing behind as it fits loosely over Chase's lithe body.

"We're home," he smiles brightly.

"Sweet home," I agree.

"Can we watch a movie?" He asks as we step through the threshold.

"Aren't you tired?"

"No," he pouts.

I can't resist and my feet steer me toward the living room where I set Chase on the sofa.

"You should be resting," I remind.

"I've been resting for almost two weeks," he argues.

"Just one," I cave in, "Take your pick. Any movie you want."

"Really?" He asks excitedly as he rises to his knees.

The blanket pools around his knees and the shirt he's wearing too big, slides off his shoulder to reveal milky pale skin.

"Any," I smile.

"Brave!"

I raise a brow at the exclamation but put it on anyway. Before it can start, however, I go into the kitchen and make some popcorn while grabbing a few drinks. Chase is waiting for me wrapped in the fluffy blanket that was placed over the sofa and a throw pillow under his head. He only shifts and sits up when he hears my footsteps. His eyes grow wide and lighten as he sees me, or maybe it's the bowl of popcorn in hand.

"You're supposed to eat healthy for our baby but I know you're sick of hospital food," I grin.

He stands fully on the sofa when I put our drinks and snacks on the small coffee table in between the sofa and television. I wrap my arm around his waist just in case. He smiles carefree, though, and on his tip-toes he reaches up to place a kiss on my lips. His lips are soft and warm compared to mine.

"Thank you Adam," he whispers.

I place my hand on his belly and smile adoringly at him, "you're welcome even though I should be thanking you."

He nuzzles into my neck and I carefully sit down with him in my lap wrapped around me just as the film begins.

Chase's P.O.V

I watch intently at the screen biting my lip. Occasionally, when the big mean bear appears I hide in Adam's chest and ask if it's gone. It isn't until later that I find out that the evil bear is actually in a curse because he wanted to go his own way. I felt bad because everyone in the kingdom just assumed he was evil, admittedly even I did, and he was the cause for the downfall. In a way it was true but he didn't mean it, not intentionally at least.

The ending, however, destroyed me.

I whimpered as I saw the scene unfold and tears slowly ran down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them even if I tried. Adam looked panicked and as much as I tried to reassure him I was fine, it all came out in a jumbled mess of words, snot, and tears. It made me feel more hormonal because now I think I must look disgusting.

"Hey, hey sweetie," he coos.

I bury my face in the crook of his neck whimpering inconsolably.

"What wrong?" He asks.

"Wh-What i-if I'm not a good papa? What if the baby hates me too and I get turned into a bear?"

Adam chuckles and I pull away to look at his amused face.

"He won't hate you love," he assures.

"W-Why do you say that?"

"Because," he wipes away the stray tears, "our baby already loves you. You're doing so much and you love them even if they aren't even here yet. You're amazing Chasey."

"Really?"

"Yes, and look, they have their happy ending," he smiles pointing towards the film.

"Even Mar'du?" I question weakly.

Adam's smile broadens, "that's one of the reasons why our baby will love you even more."

"Wh-What? Why?"

His warm callous hand brushes my hair away and caresses my face, "because you see the good in people. And yes, even Mor'du because he's finally released from the curse."

I look at the TV just in time to see Mor'du become a wisp, a small smile of gratitude

"He has his happy ending," Adam adds.

I nod numbly with a small smile as I wrap my arms around myself and the baby.

"Thank you Adam…" I sigh feeling my eyes droop heavy from sleep and crying as I lie my head on Adam's shoulder, "I love you."

I barely register when Adam picks me up and takes us to our room after turning off the TV and the lights.

"I love you too."