Genji hadn’t been at the watchpoint for longer than a full day for the past month. Not having a work schedule for yourself, you lost track of what day it was.

You did offer to do paperwork, but Winston waved your suggestion off. “Athena does all that.”

So you doubted yourself that Genji seemed be going on longer and longer missions. Overall, you were okay. Your breasts were so nice and full, and your stomach didn’t have as many stretch marks as you had feared. You should have been grateful that you were safe and healthy. The piece missing from your heart disagreed. Whispered to you that it was unfair. You wondered why you should get out of bed, to face the loneliness. The tempting sleepiness pulled you back down. You closed your eyes, chasing the split second before unconsciousness that was free of any worry. The extra sleep had the opposite effect that sleep normally has. You spent the day feeling like shit and looking like it, eyebags and all.

You gave up training after falling and bruising your hip. Your centre of gravity had shifted without you noticing. You sat there, annoyed. You punched the floor, resentful that the further along you got, the more your job was becoming ‘being pregnant.’ You took your frustration out on Genji’s cock when he was home. Making him lay back while you rode him until you tired yourself out. Your fingers gave you a less satisfying orgasm, and it was getting harder to reach properly. Genji welcomed your use of him, contentedly drinking in your curves with his hungry gaze. As soon as your thighs refused to obey you, he guided you back slowly with his hands at your back to avoid ripping his knot out of your cunt. Genji curled around your pregnant stomach to give love to your swollen breasts. These was some of your best times with him lately, because his knot locked inside you guaranteed some quality time. You traded tender kisses and discussed possible baby names until he had to leave again.

Genji noticed the growing length of his missions, as well, and picked up the habit of bringing you a small stuffed animal from each new location. Whether he stole them or bought them, you didn’t mind. The theme was baby versions of animals whenever he could find them. You had amassed a sizeable amount in a short time. You lay in the bed, surrounded by the stuffies, because half its occupants weren’t there most of the time anyway. You were wondering if Genji’s presents were doubling as baby toys. He indignantly huffed when you asked him this.

Later he confessed to Jesse and Hanzo in the Orca that his scheme had been found out, and his brother had no sympathy.

“Don’t be cheap, then!”

“It is called being frugal, Hanzo. You would go broke just trying to get a first date,” said Genji, taking a jab at Hanzo’s expensive tastes in cologne, bath oils, eyeliner, skincare, and separate combs for his hair and his fur.

“At least he pays for the things,” Jesse pointed out, when Genji would have no problem stealing them.

“As if there is honour involved in something so insignificant,” Hanzo said.

“There is to me,” Genji growled. “Who is the one who is single, and who is not?”

“Genji’s got a point, Hanz,” Jesse said. “You might try bein’ nice every once in a while.”

Hanzo squared up with the cowboy, ears flat and his tail waving. His white teeth peeked out of his sneering lips. Jesse barely twitched.

“You should work on that attitude. It’s bringin’ team morale down,” he drawled, casually puffing on his cigarillo with a finger and thumb holding it steady.

Hanzo picked a far away sniper perch to sulk in after the Orca landed.

“Sorry if that was unprofessional, Jesse,” Genji whispered to him.

“As long as we stick to the plan and come back in one piece, you two can cat fight all you want.”

Hanzo wheezed poorly contained laughter. He got a hold of himself and asked McCree if he plucked his joke from the dumpster they passed on the way over. Jesse took his cigarillo from his lips.

“Well, I’ll be.”

“He laughed,” Genji said. His chest expanded with a deep breath. He let it out slowly, placing a hand solemnly on Jesse’s shoulder. “I will make an appointment with Angela for him when we get back. He is clearly terminal.”

“Do not!”

Jesse and Genji fell against each other, snickering quietly so enemies wouldn’t hear.

Genji returned from that particular mission with a stuffed baby beaver. He found you napping with all the stuffies. What an adorable sight you made, with your pregnant belly protruding above all the stuffed animals. He had no idea you missed him so badly, and instead was drawn to join you for your nap. He added the baby beaver to the pile and then pushed some to the side so he could slot himself into the cuddle pile next to your body.

You would have remained in the bed with this surprise appearance of Genji, but you an immense need to pee and right now. You inched towards the side of the bed, dragging your extra weight along. It disturbed your bedmate. He shifted around and you stopped with your legs hanging off the side of the bed, waiting for him to greet you. Genji opened his eyes, hazy with sleepiness, and spied the stuffed animals.

“My kittens,” he cooed, sweeping his arms inwards, gathering some stuffies to his chest. He curled up around them, his tail touching his chin, and went back to sleep. You could tell he was sleeping by his peaceful, steady breathing.

You were about to pee yourself, so you quickly used the bathroom. Then you swiped your phone from the bedside table and snapped a pic of Genji cuddling his ‘babies.’ You had no idea what was going on, but you had to save this.

You woke him, and he whined at you sleepily not to show anyone because he didn’t remember talking to the stuffed animals at all. But too bad. Too late. The picture was already taken. Genji left for another mission, and now you had this darling photo to look at to comfort you while he was away.

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“Hey, Angela.”

“How are you feeling? You look tired.”

You were on a first name basis with the pretty, blonde doctor now, and you knew the drill for your check-ins. You stepped on the scale, so she could record your weight gain. To be fair, a medical program was automatically recording all the data for perusal at Angela’s convenience.

“I am, but I’m fine otherwise I think.”

“That’s good. I’m tired as well,” she groaned and launched into some gossip. “Everyone is keeping me very busy. Did you hear that Tracer recalled into friendly fire for the fifth time in three months? She’s doing her best under the circumstances, but…Ugh! And I’m trying to convince Winston to switch to natural peanut butter as a compromise, but he conveniently keeps ‘forgetting’ to buy a minifridge for it. Then I just about put Jesse’s cigar out on his leg. Ahhh, but I have the best sleeps after days like that!” She grinned. “Also makes me look forward to seeing your healthy little baby bump in comparison.”

“The Winston part might be partly my fault. I ate all his bananas a week ago.”

“That’s alright. He’s an adult; it’s squarely on him,” she said, pointing at her shoulders. “Come, come. Sit.”

You sat on the exam table.

“My favourite part! Hearing the tiny heartbeat.” She took the stethoscope from around her neck. “Athena, bring up the audio feed for the mother to hear.”

“Yes, Dr. Ziegler.”

Angela played your heartbeat for you. Then the baby’s. You got a little light-headed each time with the realization that a tiny life was growing inside you. You cupped your belly tenderly.

“Almost makes me want to give up being a doctor to have children,” Angela said wistfully.

You looked up in surprise.

“What?”

She chuckled. “Got you!”

“Whatever,” you muttered with a smile.

“You know what’s next,” she said. You did, lying back on the exam table so the medical equipment could scan your uterus. “Let me just quickly go over your stuff here…” she said, walking over to the console.

You waited patiently. You wished Genji were here, but that was no surprise.

“Wait,” the doctor said. You sat up, already on alert. “Am I that tired? Did I forget you were having twins?”

Dr. Ziegler was squinting at the screen and rubbing her cheek in deep confusion, while you fought the urge to flail about in panic. No, you did not mention twins!

“Wait,” she said again. This time you deflated onto the exam table, already done with the surprises. “This one is reading as a few weeks younger. That cannot be…”

You nodded to everything she said, trying to ignore the lack of blood flowing to your brain. Dr. Ziegler released you for now, intending to study the results of the scans of the second baby. You dumbly walked down the hallway with your hands to your baby bump, until a thought smacked you like a pebble to the head. Genji was still not here, again! You fisted your hands angrily and jogged back to your room. You paced back and forth at the foot of your bed. The object of your anger was out on a mission, again.

Athena had to say your name twice before you realized she trying to get your attention.

“Athena! Right, sorry,” you said, depositing your rear on the bed. “What can I do for you?”

“An audio transmission for you from Agent Genji.”

You adjusted the position of your feet needlessly and smoothed invisible wrinkles on the stomach of your shirt.

“Alright. Connect us, please.”

Your beloved’s voice spoke your name, warmly drifting down from the ceiling.

“You!” you seethed.

“What? I-”

“Another baby! Angela says I’m pregnant with a second baby! Appeared out of nowhere! …I think,” you added quickly. “I don’t know…” A tsumani of angst came crashing over your anger, snuffing it. “And you’re not here!” you wailed.

You tried not to be selfish and blame Genji for not being here, but you just did. You failed. You were overwhelmed and alone. You stared at the floor, waiting to be chastised for not handling it better. Genji had never lost his patience with you before. Maybe this time you went too far.

“You may have to explain to me again what that means when I arrive home. For now, go see Angela. Please try not to stress too much. We will get through this. Together.”

“The transmission has ended,” said Athena.

“Thank you, Athena,” you said sadly.

“You’re welcome.”

“Together,” was Genji’s last word to you. Of course he had your back with this. You were foolish to think otherwise. Still, the prospect of two babies to take care of was daunting. Hopefully, Angela had an explanation of where the second baby came from, and soon. And maybe…she was mistaken about the whole thing. You had mixed feelings about that. For now, all your previous emotions receded, leaving you drained and raw. You fell back onto the bed, needing another nap.