bakerstreet | sick day meme

They will both be embarrassed and awkward together, then. He has another pressing question to ask. "Once I bring Gilbert home, is there anything in particular I should watch out for as a sign that something could be wrong?"

He wants to keep his brother and their child safe and secure. He doesn't want there to be any problems, but he'll worry endlessly. Gilbert will probably be babied more in the next nine months than he'll be able to stand.

The doctor frowns, raising his eyebrow at Ludwig. After a moment, he finally apologises if he's being rude, but he doesn't quite understand why it is Ludwig who seems to be so interested. Many of these questions are ones that Gilbert or his mate should be concerned about. Frankly, if he weren't in the medical field, he might be surprised that an Alpha would be so concerned about someone's health.

Although Gilbert would ordinarily be grateful the doctor isn't giving Ludwig more reason to baby him -because if Ludwig tries that shit, he will suffer for it- he's presently worried by that line of questioning.

He is not happy with the doctor's frown and gives the stern-look in response. He was extremely worried about his brother and the baby, it was his job to worry, well, not really, but he felt it was.

He's taking in all information he could get and finally asks, "What are some good books on the subject?" Yes, he was planning to go to the library and start reading.

The doctor returns his look with one of his own, before listing three books he felt would be best to give to Gilbert's mate.

Gilbert just looks back and forth before he finally growls, a little annoyed with how they're talking over him like he isn't there and can't handle himself and needs someone to look out for him. Sorry, Ludwig, he loves you but just let big brother fix this. "Excuse me. One: I don't have a mate. Two: I don't appreciate you talking to my baby brother like that when he's obviously worried. Three: I want to go to sleep, so can I please have an actual room now?!" At this point, he doesn't care if the doctor thinks he's being hormonal.

He backs up the last point that Gilbert mentioned with a glare to the doctor. He would read those three books and inquire with Gilbert's regular doctor if he had any questions. At least Gilbert's regular doctor knew Gilbert's attitude and personality.

So, Doctor Know-It-All, get his big brother a room so he can rest.

Finally, the doctor nods stiffly and says he'll send for some orderlies to move Gilbert to an actual room. He leaves, looking fairly uncomfortable.

As soon as Gilbert is certain the doctor is out of range, he looks up at Ludwig. "So... Uh. Surprise, I guess?" He rubs the back of his neck idly, glancing away, before laughing softly. "Shit. I was expecting a few more months to get used to the idea."

He moves closer and sits on the chair next to his brother. "I can't say I'm not surprised. With your attitude the last time we talked about it, I thought... well..." He frowned, yeah, he thought it would never happen. "Thank you, brother."

He reaches over and squeezes Gilbert's hand lightly. "Besides pillows, is there anything else you'd like from home?"

"...Don't mention it. I... Still don't know what I'm doing." He chuckles harshly, squeezing his brother's hand tightly in return. "But we have a lot to talk about. Uh, there's a folder in my office. Dark blue with a red label. Can you bring that?"

Gilbert will explain a bit more once he's actually in his room and settled in. Until then, he's aware the orderlies will show up any moment, and that the emergency department lacks privacy regardless.

He nods in agreement. He'll remember the folder. "Anything else?"

He wants to ask a dozen questions of Gilbert and knows they need to talk more. So he plans to do so when they're alone, or at least given privacy.

"Beer~? Nah, I'm kidding, I know I can't have any." He wants to lean in, nuzzle and kiss his Ludwig. Even if he's still so pissed off about being held down earlier, his anger is fading now that he knows he'll have privacy, something to stop the vomiting, nesting material... Really, it could only be better if he could go home with Lutz.

The orderlies come in, then. After some discussion and preparation, they get Gilbert up on the transport and move him to his room.

Ludwig follows the orderlies and his brother to make sure that it is indeed a private room and to make sure the transport goes smoothly. Once his brother is comfortable in the room, he'll let him rest a bit and go home to pack a suitcase for his brother as well as get the pillows and such needed.

Gilbert nods off about as soon as they have him settled and the medications added to his IV fluids. It's not an ideal situation for him, by far, but he's too exhausted to really care all that much about where he is. Besides, he needs to get his strength back enough to talk to his brother when he returns.

Luckily for Gilbert, he's gone for a good hour and a half. When he returns he has the big couch pillow and Gilbert's regular sleep pillow along with a backpack. The folder that Gilbert requested is in Ludwig's hand and no, he didn't go through it.

He tries to move around quietly to allow Gilbert to sleep more.

Alas, Gilbert has always been something of a light sleeper, always aware of what goes on in the space around him. So he cracks his eyes open when he hears movement, smells someone in his room. When he recognises Ludwig, a soft smile crosses his face. "Hey, Luddy. That was fast." Although, by now, he's really burned through most of his energy, so forgive him for not sitting up or anything.

He tried not to wake up his brother, but he thought Gilbert would wake. He moves over and sets the pillows on the bed with him in the best nesting form an Alpha can make.

"Hey, you feeling better now?" he pulls up a seat and sets the backpack on the floor next to the hospital bed.

"Mm. Yeah. Don't feel like my stomach is trying to violently escape my body. Move that big pillow to the opposite side, will you? What's in the backpack? And if you could just fluff the hospital pillow a bit..." Really, Ludwig, don't you know anything about nest building? He'll have to teach you, because he wants a good start to his nest done by the time he comes home. "Oh, folder. Gimme. Did you bring my reading glasses?" Such is the difficulty of having a mild case of albinism; he can't see clearly enough to read without glasses, though his vision isn't as horrible as it could be otherwise. He vaguely wonders if their child will turn out to be albino also.

He first moves the pillows as requested and then hands over the envelope. Afterwards he unzips the backpack, there are clothes in there along with a bag of toiletries and a familiar glasses case which is removed and handed to Gilbert. Yes, he thought of everything, even made and printed a checklist.

Good brother, best mate. He didn't even think of most of those items, but they are very welcome. He'd kiss Ludwig, but that's a lot of motion. Instead he just pushes the button to raise the head of the bed into a sitting position, puts on his glasses, and opens the folder. The documents inside all look rather official, and there are several print-outs that appear to be some sort of regulations.

"In here is everything I need to fill out for you to have rights to your kid without me saying anything that will get you arrested and me sent to psychological counseling." Gilbert sifts through the papers until he finds the one that summarises the law in question. That one he hands over. "Technically that law was never intended for a situation where the Omega deliberately intended to sign over parental rights, but the law doesn't specifically prohibit it. I'd need to talk to a lawyer to know how to phrase things to make the process as quick as possible, but..." The only question is, would Ludwig even agree to the idea? Gilbert genuinely would rather, if only one of them can have parental rights, it be Ludwig. If their positions were reversed, for instance, Gil would have only thought to bring exactly what he was told. (Of course, Ludwig likely would have provided a complete list, but that's another point to why his brother would be the better parent!)

He reads through the page summarizing the law in question. He wasn't a lawyer by any stretch of the imagination, but it did seem to be solid. "Are you sure? If you do this, you will officially have no rights. Not, that I wouldn't value your input in caring for and raising him or her."

He blushes because he wants Gilbert involved.

"Lutz. You're the one who's always wanted a kid. Not me. Besides, I'd be the worst father. Get a call from school saying, 'Uh, Mr Beilschmidt, your son has a beer in his lunch' and I'd go, 'Oh shit! I gave him my lunch!' or... I dunno, kid would end up in the hospital and I'd be standing there clueless when they ask me questions." Gilbert laughs, the consonants of it echoing a little in the rather spartan room. "I mean, I like kids, but. I'm happier knowing someone responsible is in charge."

Not that he can't learn to be responsible with children if he tried, but such a thing is so low on his list of priorities even with a baby growing inside him as he speaks, he has no desire to be. Not when he knows Ludwig is more than responsible enough for the both of them.

"You're more responsible than you give yourself credit for, but I will accept the responsibility."

He's going to be a dad. He's going to be a dad! HE'S GOING TO BE A DAD!!!!

Nothing could stop him from being excited by the prospect. He gives Gilbert a tender and happy look before moving on to the next subject.

He coughed lightly in his hand, growing more embarrassed as he looked at the door to make sure no nurse was looking in on them. Once he was certain they did have privacy he dropped his voice. "There's something, I wanted to ask you..." and he's having trouble actually coming out and say it. Yep, he's blushing more than he did after their first time together.

Ah, that happy look is so worth it! He will lock the memory of that away tight somewhere so he can think fondly on it later when he's experiencing firsthand how much pregnancy sucks. As his brother blushes and looks towards the door, Gil puts his folder back in proper order and sets it aside, making a mental note to tell Ludwig to take it home when he leaves.

When his mate speaks, Gil looks over at him. The blush is adorable, but his tone is so low and serious. If it's something he doesn't want overheard... Well. Lutz has his undivided attention. "Yeah, Lutz? What is it?"

He might as well be asking Gilbert to marry him for all the stuttering that occurs as he tries to ask the question.

"Would you... would you...would, er, you please..." in the space of three minutes he manages to finally move on to the third word of the question. "Please, please, er, please moveintomyroomwithme?"

Once the word please is out the rest of the question comes as a single breath. He's not even sure if Gilbert understood it.

He blinks and stares at Ludwig as he tries to process that question. Finally, he gives the most eloquent response he can, given the circumstances. "Huh?!"

He blushes again and takes several deep breathes. Because he said it once the words come easier and less stuttery or rushed. "Will you move into my room with me?"

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