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Valentino wanted to murder Marc, he wanted to punch him in the face and lock the Spaniard out of their shared bedroom for the next few weeks. He was mad at his husband, very, very mad.

“I’m way too old for this,” he sighed and turned to look at the bathroom mirror. He had gained weight, his face looked a little more round and he’ll most likely gain even more weight. He hated it already. How was it even possible that he could get pregnant at his age? God, it was a nightmare, Marc is going to be a nightmare. A possessive and protective nightmare.

Oh, and the press, the press will have so much fun with this. He can already see the articles.

He should just never leave the house again.

“Vale? Vale are you still in the bathroom? Hurry up, I need to pee.” Valentino sighed again, his house has more than one bathroom, why did Marco need to use the one he was currently losing his mind in? “Marco, just go upstairs!” Valentino yelled back. “No, I can't. I’m pretty sure that Alex is fucking your brother in there,” was the response that he got. “Too much information, Marco.”

This was just nightmare material. Why did he let the academy riders stay at his house again? And why did he allow that Marc's little entourage of Spanish MotoGP riders were also allowed to stay?

Maybe all of this was his fault. Maybe he could blame it all on the Spanish, he’ll find a way to make it seem like it is his fault.

Valentino left the bathroom, so that Marco could finally pee. He gets it a little, he too wouldn't want to hear Alex and Luca fuck. Pretty disgusting, even more disgusting when one of them is your brother and the other one your brother-in-law.

“You look like shit,” Fermin Aldequer, one of Marc's little demons, said. “I’ll kick you,” maybe it wasn't that smart to get into a fight with a 20 year old, but hey, Valentino didn't care. Fermin raised a brow, “Like, kick me off my bike?” Valentino groaned and just walked away.

This had to be hell. He probably died and now he was in hell, being punished for all of his actions.

He sat outside, on one of his garden chairs, taking in the sun and hoping that no one would bother him now. But oh, he was so wrong. So fucking wrong. Instead of humans bothering him, he was now being bothered by dogs. Way too many dogs. There was Rubik, Turbo, Stitch and Shira. He was also pretty sure that there was one missing, but who knows. He had long lost track of what was going on in his house. Two days ago, Fermin, Cele, Bez, some random child he didn't know and Mig had stolen a mini donkey. Said donkey was apparently the mascot of their alliance. Whatever that meant.

They probably got drunk, like very drunk. He just hoped that the kid didn't get drunk, he looked very young. Yesterday he had seen the child talking to Pecco and Alex, so he was probably part of Marc's Spanish demon gang. Or maybe they had kidnapped him, who the fuck knows. This house was now worse than an understaffed psych ward filled with dementia patients during a full moon.

The dogs, and weirdly enough a cat dressed in a knitted VR46 sweater, were standing around him, looking at him as if he had all the answers in the universe. But let's be real, at this point he didn't even know who was in his house anymore.

The dogs got distracted by someone running past Valentino's chair and jumping in the pool. Valentino sighed for the third time, it was Marc jumping fully clothed into the pool. Why was he surrounded by idiots and lunatics? What did he do to deserve this?

Well, he knows very much what he did to deserve this, but he would like to forget.

“You good?” Marx asked, standing in the middle of the pool. Before Valentino could say anything, Marco came running outside like a maniac. “Someone here is pregnant, I found a pregnancy test in the bathroom!” Marco yelled, waving said pregnancy test around in the air. Valentino hot up, took the pregnancy test away from the younger Italian and put his hand over his mouth. “Shut up, no one needs to know.” Valentino hissed.

Marc, who had gotten out of the pool, tripping with water, took the pregnancy test away from Valentino. “Judging by your reactions, it's yours?” Marc asked, looking at the stick thingy. “Yes” Valentino answered, before his boyfriend pulled him in for a hug. Don't get Valentino wrong, he loved being hugged by his boyfriend, but right now said boyfriend was tripping wet, so it wasn't that nice. “Aren't you a little old for that?” Marco asked, now he could finally speak again.

“Yes, yes I am.”

The next few hours were occupied with threatening Marco, to not say a word about the pregnancy to anyone. Which honestly, was very doomed. He definitely would tell Celin, then tell Pecco and either one would tell Luca, Mig and Fabio. Luca would definitely tell Alex. Alex would tell Marc's Spanish Demon Gang. In the end everyone would know, because let's be honest, some of them weren't the brightest people.

After threatening poor Marco, Marc began to cry. He kneeled before Valentino and cried while touching the older man's stomach. Not before he had asked if they're keeping the baby, which Valentino said yes too.

He really wanted a kid, he had experience with them and actually liked children. They could be a joy, sometimes. He was just so scared that he would end up with a miscarriage. He is older, and male pregnancies are always at higher risk. There was so much that could go wrong.

“Do you think it's a boy or a girl?” Marc asked, while they were lying together in their bed, staring at the ceiling. “I don't know, it's way too early. Also, I need to go and see a doctor, to make sure everything is alright,” Vale said. Marc hummed, “We should make an appointment as soon as possible.”

“Marc?” Valentino looked at his boyfriend, “Do you want to marry me?”

This got Marc to sit up in bed, looking at the Italian with surprise. “Yes, Yes absolutely.”

“Let's get married then.”

And then, they kissed.