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Desmond would never admit it but working was actually a lot more difficult than he'd thought it would be when they first talked about it. It wasn't that his job was particularly challenging, he knew what he was doing and he was rather good at it, it was what his progressing pregnancy was doing to his body. If he thought he was tired before it was worse now, napping at random times throughout the day when they weren't working-- more than usual anyway. That, on top of his multiple trips to the bathroom to either puke or piss and his pants that didn't quite fit as nicely as they used to, could make him rather irritable. At least it wasn't anything noticeable yet, and he did his best to keep his emotions in check while at work leading him to be rather quiet most of the night, busying himself with mixing and handing out drinks. Even through his own struggles though, he hadn't missed the problems Ocean had run into at work. Between having a hard time finding a place that suited him and the overly critical harassment from their coworkers Desmond was about to have a serious "talk" with them.

When Ocean came over to give Desmond the orders of drinks he'd gotten, Desmond quickly grabbed his hand and gave a light squeeze before releasing him. "You alright?" He continued working on a long island ice tea that had been ordered by someone sitting at the bar. He knew the answer-- knew that Ocean was struggling with something. Since they'd been living together there had been a few times he'd woken up to some levitating object hitting the either the bed around Ocean or Ocean himself. "You need a break or want a drink or something?"