[Sam260]

Ocean helped Desmond up into a seated position as best he could, and then he found his way to sit up and move behind Desmond himself, arms around that expanded midsection, legs on either side of Desmond's legs and his chin on his fiancé's shoulder. He felt bad, truly, about the miserable conditions Desmond had been in for the past few weeks now, and he wished he could have changed it, but they were here now and there wasn't much he could have actually done when he'd gotten pregnant in the first place. Well, he could have pulled out, but he didn't and they were here now.

A hand ran over that large stomach soothing and he kissed Desmond's shoulder "I feel like the worst person in the world. I've caused you all of this pain and I can't even help you alleviate it-" he had tried, countless times, to use his water manipulating skills to help take some of the stress and strain from Desmond, but even that seemed to do nothing against the formidable foe that was pregnancy "-which I hate." He finally came back to finishing his sentence, the pause a bit long as he cursed himself. He sighed and stroked Desmond's stomach "Do you want breakfast...?"