#mpreg fic

[innerthighfest]

Lower

His hands rested on the curve of his belly, the heavy weight of it pressing into his lower back, a constant reminder of the life growing inside him. He had been sitting there, in the cool moonlight, savoring the quiet peace that came with being so far along in a pregnancy—until he felt it.

A sharp, sudden sensation, like a deep, heavy shift, that drew his attention. His breath caught as a wave of discomfort radiated through his abdomen. His belly, once high and rounded, seemed to lower in that moment, a subtle but undeniable feeling of descent. The baby had dropped.

His eyes widened, and he instinctively placed his hands on the lower part of his belly, feeling the shift, the pressure as the baby moved lower. His stomach tightened, a rush of discomfort filling him as the weight shifted downwards. It was a strange, almost painful sensation. A deep, pulling heaviness in his pelvis as if the baby were suddenly closer to his hips.

"Oh God..." His voice was low and shaky, the words feeling strained, a mix of awe and discomfort. He could feel the baby moving, pressing downward, stretching his body in ways that weren’t as comfortable anymore. The pressure was almost too much, making his back ache, his hips feel like they were being pulled apart. It was as if the very act of the baby shifting had turned his entire body into a tight, sensitive knot.

"Ohh, you're getting deeper..." His voice was shaky, a soft, breathless laugh escaping his lips despite the discomfort. He shifted his weight slightly, trying to find some relief, but it was impossible. The pressure in his pelvis was overwhelming, as though the baby had settled in a way that left him feeling like he couldn’t catch his breath. It wasn’t painful in the way of sharp, acute pain, but it was uncomfortable in a deep, aching, almost suffocating way.

He ran his hands over the swollen curve of his belly, trying to soothe the tightness, but every time the baby moved, it only intensified the sensation. He could feel the baby pressing against his lower abdomen, the heaviness of it too much at times, making him gasp softly.

"You’re so big..." he murmured softly to the baby, his voice a mixture of awe and a little strain. "You’re so low...I can feel you."

Another shift. Another deep pressure. He winced, his hands gripping the sides of his belly as he leaned forward slightly, trying to alleviate some of the discomfort. The baby's movements, now feeling heavier, seemed to cause a sharp tug within him, pulling on his muscles, on his very core. It was almost like the weight of the child inside was too much, too overwhelming, like a gravitational pull he couldn’t escape.

His breath was quickening, the discomfort making it hard to focus. The low ache in his hips grew with each passing second, and as the baby moved again, it sent a jolt of sharp pressure down through his pelvis, his whole body trembling with the intensity of it.

Despite the discomfort, he couldn't help but feel aroused by the movements. The heaviness, the constant reminder of how hugely pregnant he truly was with his lover's baby—it was intimate, even if it wasn’t always pleasant. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could bear the pressure, but still, he loved it. He loved how full it made him feel, how complete his body had become.

"Oh wow. Oh wow. You’re so close. It's time. Oh god, you're coming now" he murmured, chaotically running his fingers over his big tight belly again, feeling the weight of the baby pushing down. "Oooo, you're almost there. Ooohhh, You have to get lower."

But the drop, the weight, the relentless pressure as the baby moved even lower—it was a sensation he couldn’t ignore. The baby was coming now. He had to start pushing. Through the discomfort, through the aching weight, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of wonder. As much as the pressure hurt, as much as the discomfort stung, it was the price he was willing to pay to do it all over again, but next time, he wanted twins.

[daddytonysgirl17]

"Oh, feel here! It's our baby"! Eagerly, Alexander wakes his beloved Jesse in the middle of the night. Only a couple of days until the due date now. You guys could use a few hours of sleep.

[lostheaventales]

Water Baby

Description: Sam and Paulie welcomes their new baby in a much more peaceful manner.

Relationship: Paulie Lombardo x Sam Trapani

⚠️WARNING⚠️: MPREG, DETAILED BIRTH, MALE LACTATION/BREASTFEEDING

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Paulie hugged Sam, hands wrapped tight around his neck, as another painful contraction coursed through his abdomen, back, and groin. He’d been in labor for several hours, starting that morning during breakfast. They had agreed to do a home birth, believing it would be a lot more peaceful and calming than going to the hospital. Paulie was regretting listening to Sam that night. He wanted to be drugged out of his mind. At least, he wouldn’t be able to feel like his body was tearing itself apart from the inside out. His whole body ached. As his labor progressed, the contractions became closer and he never got a break.

The only thing keeping him sane was Sam. Even though he was half of the reason why he was in this position, Sam being there made it easier to focus.

“Fuck, this shit hurts! Ah!” Paulie groaned, gritting his teeth.

“I know, I know. But look at it this way, sweetcheeks, we’re finally going to have our baby.” Sam comforted.

Paulie panted, looking up at Sam. “I never thought there would be a moment in my life…where I would hate you…but that… moment has come.”

“What did I say wrong?” Sam asked, offended.

“You talked me into not going to the hospital. I wouldn’t be going through this pain if I’d got an epidural.”

Sam felt a burst of guilt struck him. He was so excited about the baby that he’d forgotten about the fact that it was Paulie’s decision. Paulie was looking for comfort and relief while Sam wanted the luxury of having the baby in their own home. He was being selfish.

“Let’s try and see if a bath would ease the pain some,” Sam suggested, kissing Paulie’s cheek.

He guided him to the bathroom. Sam turned on the faucet, mixing cold and hot water into the tub. Paulie plopped down on top of the closed toilet lid. His soft breathing had turned into hums.

“What’s with the humming?” Sam held his hand under the running water in order to avoid it getting too hot.

His eyes were closed shut. “The pain…worse.”

Sam turned off the faucet once the tub was almost filled to the top. He removed his and Paulie’s clothing. They carefully lowered themselves into the bathtub. Paulie was lying in between Sam’s legs, his head resting on his shoulder.

“Do you feel better?” Sam asked, placing his hands on Paulie’s bump.

He nodded. “Much.”

Paulie eventually fell asleep. Sam sat there, rubbing his belly, enjoying the movement of their child. His skin became distorted as the baby kicked and squirmed inside his womb, looking like it was going to burst right through his belly button. Sam planted many kisses on Paulie’s neck while he slept.

This was the most peaceful this day had been. Him and his husband in the bath, awaiting for their child to make a sign that they’re coming.

Sam was almost asleep himself when he felt Paulie’s body jump. An instant scream came from him.

“W-What’s happening?” Sam questioned.

Paulie pulled up his legs. “Need…to…push.”

“Can you get up?”

“No, Sammy. I can’t…move at all.”

Sam helped hold Paulie’s legs up. This baby wasn’t going to wait anymore.

“Push, Paulie. Give it all you got,” Sam instructed.

Paulie screamed as he pushed, back arching. Sam searched in between his legs with his hand. He felt some hair that wasn’t Paulie’s emerging from him. The head was crowning.

Paulie screamed again. Tears streamed down his face.

“It fucking burns. Why the fuck is it burning?” Paulie yelled.

“The head is coming out, that’s why. Don’t push. Breathe until the head fully comes out.”

Paulie breathed in and out in a steady beat. Sam kept his hand hovered over his groin. The baby’s head gradually began to move down. Paulie squeezed onto the towel bar that hung on the wall, breath becoming ragged. Then, the head fell into Sam’s hand.

“Head’s out. There you go.” Sam kissed him again. “You’re doing amazing, sweets.”

“Can I push now?” Paulie winced.

Sam gave him the green light. Paulie took some deep breaths before screaming at the top of his lungs. The baby slipped out more. Sam could feel a shoulder poking out. Paulie pushed again, releasing the other one.

“One more push, sweets. We have one more push then we can meet our baby.” Sam patted Paulie’s stomach. “Come on. Let’s bring our baby into this world.”

Paulie beared down. There was a massive relief. The baby was out. Paulie pulled the baby out of the water and on to his chest. There was a moment of fear as the baby wasn’t crying. Paulie pinched the newborn’s butt a few times, causing a loud shriek to echo through the room.

Paulie looked down at the baby to check the gender. “We have a little girl, Sammy. A perfect daughter.”

Sam brushed their daughter’s thin, black hair. “I-I always wanted a daughter. Do you have a name for her?”

“Evelina. My mother’s middle name. You can have the honor of choosing her middle name.” Paulie made a little laugh as she latched on to him.

“Mirabelle. Evelina Mirabelle Trapani.”

“Beautiful,” Paulie commented.

They stared at their daughter, who was now in the middle of having her first meal. She began to open her eyes for the first time. They were blue. Blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. She was a copy of Sam.

After the cord was cut and the afterbirth was expelled and disposed of, Sam helped them dry off and get dressed. The couple stood over the bassinet that was set up next to Paulie’s side of the bed, staring down at the infant as she slept.

“You did absolutely amazing, Paulie,” Sam complimented, stroking Paulie’s cheek.

“You did, too, Sam. I can’t believe that we’re fathers now.” Paulie leaned onto Sam, unable to look away from the baby.

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Some Amnesia Mpreg for @ladyeyrewrites !

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

Without opening his eyes, Buck knew exactly where he was. Hospital. Again. He sighed heavily, then slowly lifted his eyelids, immediately wincing at how much his head hurt.

"Buck?" Maddie's voice was gentle but worried. "How are you feeling? I can send the nurse in."

"What happened?" he mumbled, groggy.

"Well," Maddie said with forced lightness, trying to keep things casual, "as far as we can tell, you were mopping the station floor for about the seventh time when you slipped and fell. But don't worry - you and Baby Kinard are both just fine."

[pinkpilct]

in the stillness, we mend (12181 words) by pinkpilot Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends) Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends) Additional Tags: Trans Viktor (League of Legends), Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, One Night Stands, Viktor and Jayce end up Somewhere Else and start anew, Post-Canon Fix-It, Misunderstandings, Dimension Travel, Domestic Fluff, Slight Viktor whump, Getting Together, Trans Mpreg | Trans Male Pregnancy Summary: Viktor lets out a quiet laugh, though it carries no joy. He feels doomed. “You always were the optimist, Jayce. But optimism does not erase the past. It does not undo what I have done and what I almost did. Just because it did not happen in this world it does not mean that it didn’t happen at all.” The words hang between them, a challenge and an invitation all at once. Viktor’s chest tightens, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Inevitably, his eyes land on the fingertip shaped scars that decorate Jayce’s forehead like a circlet, a forever-reminder of Viktor’s actions. The weight of his guilt is not something he can set down so easily, especially with his most recent problem. “Viktor, you don’t need to–” “I need some air,” Viktor says abruptly, stepping around Jayce and heading for the door. Jayce doesn’t stop him, though Viktor can feel his gaze lingering as he steps outside. - - - In which Viktor and Jayce end up somewhere else, healed by the Arcane and given a second chance at life, one that comes with old regrets, lingering love and an unexpected complication. A pity they're both too emotionally constipated to sort it out just yet.

[emiimagination]

Radioapple child

It's…. maybe for a future fiction ^^

[divineturtle]

Doctor McCoy's (still rough) timeline in my fanfic:

-meets Jocelyn when they're 17, marries when they're 18 and have Joanna right away.

-He's attending school at Ole Miss and juggling family life. Jocelyn wants to go to school but feels like she can't with a baby

-they realize they married too young and are holding each other back, get divorced when they're 23

- Leonard gets an apartment in San Francisco where he's working through his specializations; his daughter stays every weekend

- dates nancy when he's 25 Canon compliant

-After Nancy, he gets into this really toxic relationship with a hot guy that's finishing his training as a Starfleet engineer

- Kirk becomes his roommate when he's 26; this is when Kirk is a lieutenant at the Academy. It's only for like a year and half but during this time they become friends, and Kirk convinces him to join Starfleet

-also Joanna calls him "Uncle Jim" 🥺

-Small Note: it's still important to note that McCoy never attended the Academy. He was already a doctor. This is TOS fanfic

- for a while, he takes exclusively planetside missions so he can up and leave for his daughter whenever, or so Jocelyn and Joanna can visit him

-This changes when he's 35, and Jim Kirk sends a request for him to accept a position as his Chief Medical Officer for the 5 year mission. Since Joanna is now in her teens, they agree as a family it would be OK for him to accept

-Well, a year and half into this mission that he's FUCKING REGRETING (not really, but sometimes) he gets pregnant

(Record scratch- "Yes, that's me, Leonard McCoy. You might be wondering how I got here.)

-So he gets pregnant by Spock by accident. Vulcan magic fuckup during a medical emergency (Don't tell them I called their baby a fuckup tho). He finds out 7-8 weeks ish, it's a total journey getting there because the poor dude thinks he's fuckin dying. And has an identity crisis because he's a doctor and can't even diagnose himself.

-He chooses to keep the baby and him and Spock decide it would be logical to sort of move in together platonically. As friends who are gonna be dads together? It's weird for them.

-His toxic ex shows up just to be a dick (and refit the enterprise for their baby)

-Spock and McCoy get together at like week 14, right at the beginning of his 2nd trimester. Jim has gray hairs.

-Joanna goes missing??? The enterprise goes on a mission to find her and she meets them halfway in a stolen shuttle. She missed her daddy and ran away during a field trip 🥺

-He loves watching Spock and Joanna interact irl because they've only met like twice on vid and it means a lot to him

-He realizes he LOVE loves Spock 🥺

I don't know what else yet. I haven't written half of this yet. I just got to the chapter where him and Spock are telling Jim about the pregnancy and Jim is like "No seriously, what did you actually get diagnosed with." Also these notes are mostly for me so i dont forget, I just don't keep inside thoughts inside, so enjoy 💗

Notes about Jocelyn and Joanna:

Jocelyn is a black woman, so Joanna is mixed, she's about 16/17. Joanna mostly looks like her mom, except she has her dad's gapped teeth and wide smile. She has aspirations of going into musical theater/singing/acting/performing arts, but it's kinda a Thing with the school because they're like "Your mom is the most badass architect (or something else I'm not sold yet) ever and your dad is already a legendary surgeon in his 30s, you should Aim Higher" and both Jocelyn and Leonard have to be like "no??? She's her own person." Just so you can visualize who they are.

There's also gonna be a moment where Spocks like, so are we going to raise it Vulcan or human and Leonard is like?? Hey I know your parents didn't expose you to both of your cultures but I have a daughter from two different backgrounds already, and you don't just choose to raise the kid one way OR the other. It's both. I'm not going to pretend our kid isn't Vulcan or isn't human. K? K.

And yes I made Bones a little younger than he is in TOS- by two years approximately, he's supposed to be 37 in the first episode, but that's only because I really wanted to make him be a teen dad and I wanted his daughter to be a teen. Arrest me if you must for youthening the old man

[thinkofmehoney]

literally me :/

[innerthighfest]

Final Stretch

The quiet hum of the fridge was all that filled the air. The blinds weren't drawn fully, letting soft sunlight filter in through the cracks, casting a warm glow over the room. It was peaceful, almost too peaceful. At 27, He never expected to find himself at this stage of his life; Yet here he was, living alone and 9 months pregnant—a round, swollen reminder of the life he was about to welcome into the world.

He sat on the edge of his bed for a moment, just staring at the floor, feeling the weight of his stomach pushing him forward. He rubbed his belly. The baby, as if responding to his touch, kicked—soft but insistent. The movement startled him, making his heart race so early in the morning. The baby had been kicking more frequently lately, more forcefully now. It was running out of room.

He exhaled, trying to push the discomfort aside. The ache in his lower back and the pressure in his pelvis were constant. But today, for some reason, it felt worse. Everything felt more difficult. The simple act of getting out of bed now took more effort than it used to.

With a grunt, he slowly pushed himself to his feet. His legs trembled, and he had to grab the edge of the bed to steady himself. Every step felt like an uphill battle. His body, stretched to its limits and protested with each movement. He proceeded forward, the weight of his belly causing him to lean slightly backward to counteract the weight, his back aching with each awkward step.

The bathroom seemed miles away. He shuffled toward it, holding his stomach as if it might collapse under its own weight. His belly, impossibly round, swayed with every movement, and his hips were sore. It had become a task in itself to walk from one room to the next with no support.

He made it to the bathroom. His reflection stared back at him: His shirt clung to his skin, tight over the curve of his abdomen. It was strange to look at himself like this—so different from who he had been just months ago. His face was a bit flushed, and his hair a little messier than usual.

His breath caught as he felt another sharp kick. He winced, his hand automatically pressing against his belly. The baby moved again, more persistently this time, as if reminding him it was there. He let out a small chuckle to himself, the sensation comforting, but also a little overwhelming. "Hsss, easy now,” he muttered, rubbing his belly in soothing circles.

His bathroom routine had become increasingly difficult. Even brushing his teeth now required him to lean against the counter for balance. His swollen belly rested atop the sink's ledge, providing relief for his back.

When he was done, he turned slowly, his feet sore from the minimal walking he’d done so far. He made his way to the kitchen, each step slow and deliberate. It was hard to ignore the weight pressing down on him, making everything seem like such a monumental task. Reaching up to grab a cereal bowl felt like a stretch—his whole midsection pushed forward, the skin taut as he reached higher.

As he poured cereal into the bowl, the baby kicked again, stronger this time, and He stumbled back, one hand instinctively going to his belly. He breathed through it, trying to focus on the sensation instead of the discomfort it caused, but it was hard to concentrate. He had so much on his mind, and the baby’s movements only seemed to distract him more. He rested his hands on the countertop, trying to compose himself.

Every time the baby moved it sent a wave of emotion through him. Excitement, fear, hope, all mixed together. He couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel when the baby was finally in his arms, when he wasn’t carrying this incredible weight all in his heavily pregnant belly. But for now, it was a constant, like a ticking clock—reminding him with every shift and nudge that it wouldn’t be long before the baby arrived.

After breakfast, He slowly made his way to his desk. The chair loomed in front of him, and the thought of sitting down was relieving. His belly felt in the way, the roundness of it pressing against the edge of the desk as he tried to adjust himself. He had to tilt slightly to the side to avoid having his stomach pressed up against the hard surface.

He pulled his chair forward, his belly wedged firmly between his legs and the desk. His legs felt stiff, and he had to readjust several times before he was comfortable. It was nearly impossible to maintain good posture. The curve of his belly made it hard to find a comfortable position. His back ached, and the pressure on his abdomen didn’t help. Every time he shifted, it felt like the baby was going to kick him out of his chair.

He groaned softly as he tried to focus on the documents in front of him, but it was difficult. Every few minutes, the baby moved again, making it hard to concentrate. He placed both hands on his belly, rubbing it absentmindedly, hoping the baby would settle down. But each time, there was a strong nudge and a tightening of his skin. He sighed and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes for a moment.

It wasn’t just the baby’s movements that distracted him—it was the overwhelming physical toll of being this pregnant. The discomfort, the constant awareness of his own body, the soreness in his joints—it was exhausting. His big baby belly felt hot to the touch.

He continued to rub his belly, feeling the baby shift inside. It was a reminder that no matter how hard today was, it would soon be over. The thought brought some comfort, even if the physical strain felt impossible to push past.

For now, though, He had to keep going. One step at a time, he had to keep going to support his baby. Even if he felt like he couldn’t do it anymore. He would. Because the baby was coming and his life would change forever.

But for today it was enough to sit back and let his hands rest on his belly, awaiting the next kick.

[daddytonysgirl17]

Heavily pregnant Peter is here 39 weeks along with his and his boyfriend Shane's first child. On the due date, after 20 hours of labor, Peter gives birth to a beautiful little girl whom they name Caitlin ♡

[allthingsmpreg]

The Walk Home

“Hsss ah, guys calm down.” I said to my hugely pregnant belly, running my hands inside my shirt over my huge stomach. Another contraction had hit me, I sat at the bus stop waiting for my usual late bus. I was heading to my last class that I would be attending in person, the next week I was my expected due date.

I’m a college student, first year actually and I had already managed to get myself pregnant. I was definitely afraid when I found out, but I was determined to make this work and prove myself and everyone wrong. I was still attending classes, and had plans in motion in order to attend school still and take care of my babies.

There I was, nine months and hugely pregnant sitting at the bus still. I still made myself walk to the bus stop, a half a mile walk, it was something I had done my entire pregnancy. I hadn’t thought of anything different, despite waking up that morning with an contractions. I had been experiencing random ones for days now, I had figured they were Braxton hicks.

God, was I wrong.

“Oh, jeeez guys let’s stop. Oh wow.” I groaned as a strong contraction clenched through me. I took a deep breath, continued my breathing as I gripped onto ky backpack. The contractions were so intense, I clenched my bag, until finally it was over.

I gripped the seat and pulled myself up, my entire belly needing help. Sometimes I wondered how I was so small and still do, how my huge belly was supported by my small frame. Standing up I decided to pace around for few seconds, then I felt it.

“Oh not you have, ahhh.” I moaned in shock. My legs spread as I felt a large gust of water spill frok me and into my underwear, down my legs. My water had broken. “Nooo no no babies please, oooooo!” I gripped the bench as the next contraction ripped through me.

I was in labor

When the contraction ended, I pulled my phone and opened the Uber app. I never took Uber because I was saving money, however I felt that day could be the exception. To my horror it said that their was no available drivers at that moment, I cursed myself as I panicked. I had no choice but to walk home.

I started waddling myself back to the corner to cross the extremely busy intersection where I take the bus. Pressing the walk sign, I looked both ways frantically as I continued to press the button for it to change allow me to walk. I was trying to get home, or at least get a close as possible before my next contraction came.

‘Walk sign is on’ I heard and the walking sign appeared.

I stepped into the busy intersection, cars all around stopped as the hugely pregnant boy walked through the street. I placed my hand on my back as I waddled through the street. I had just passed halfway, then the pain of another contraction hit me.

“Ahhh.” I groaned as i gripped my bag again, my walking getting slower. The pains of the contraction made me want to all but stop. But I was so damn close and I knew I had to keep going. I turtle walked, eventually make it back onto the side walk on the other side. I gave in and leaned against a light post, breathing through that contraction. “MHMMMMMM!” I groaned.

When it was gone, I took deep breaths as I continued my walking. The rest of the walk was thankfully only straight down the street, I only needed to cross a small not busy street. I continued waddling, I was trying to walk as fast as I could. Which wasn’t that fast, but I was steadily walking my way home.

The next one, I knew that I needed to get home and fast.

“Ahhh, fuckk no.” I groaned, forced to lean over as a contraction came over me. However, it was different. I felt the strong pain change to an intense pressure in my stomach. My legs wanting to spread and push. “Ooooooo.” I cried as I had to try, with all of my might to sofp myself from pushing.

It stopped and I kept walking, frantic and desperate to get myself home. As I walked home, I felt like the babies were so low and going to fall out any damn second. My legs felt like they wanted to give out, my body wanted to lay down in the street and just push them out.

I struggled them made it to the next intersection, pressing the button as it immediately told me that I could walk. I walked and made it to the other side, the next contraction came though and I had to give in and stop walking.

“Ahhhhh!” I yelled as my attempt to stop myself stopped working. I leaned against the street light and my body started to make me push, my legs felt weak as I tried my best now to crouch down.

It subsided for, as I reached into my pants and felt my stretched hole. I gasped and whimpered in agony as I felt the the babies head.

I was crowning.

Thankfully I could see my apartment from there, I just needed to get there. I stood up again, take deep breaths as I pushed myself off the light post and kept walking again. I was forced to waddle even more to account for my extensor low stomach, and my legs have to be spread apart fathwr as I walked.

I made it into my complex, just in time as the next contraction came on. I screamed this time, denying my body from pushing. I leaned against a car, not caring if anyone saw or not.

When it subsided I waddled to my front door, i shoved my key so hard into the lock I thought it would break, I got in and Slammed the door behind me. I grabbed the over sized shirt and pulled it over my head, half of it covered in my sweat.

“Ah! Okay okay okay. OOOOO!”

The next one hit I didn’t hold back or try and stop it, I fully started pushing as the next contraction hit. I felt my hole stretched and burn, the baby passing though and stretching me out. Despite the pain, it almost felt like a relief in a sense because I was allowing myself to push.

I could feel my lose pants tenting in the back, I pulled them off carefully as I took a break. When I looked back in the mirror in the corner of the room I saw that the first babies head was completely out.

I waddled over to the area I set up for myself, silently thanking myself for setting it up days ago as well. As soon as I laid down on my back it was time, I gripped the blankets I laid on and started pushing. In a weird way it felt like a relief allowing myself to push. The pain almost subsiding as the rest of my first sons body slid out of me.

I placed him on my bare chest and held him, enjoying the few moments I had before I was forced to push again. The moment was short lived as I bore down and pushed once more, this time a lot easier then first then the first one. After only a few pushes my second son came out of me, I smiled placing him on my chest as well.

Just as I was enjoying the moment, it was ruined as another intense contraction came over me. “What the fuckk?!” I groaned as I was confused, I knew that it wasn’t an immediate process. I was confused still though because it still felt like I was giving birth. I groaned as I reach down, shoving fingers inside my gaping hole when I felt the top of another head.

I was having triplets.

“Oooo, ahhhhh!” I let out a low mild groan as I continued my pushing. I felt the baby go down my birth canal, I groaned and gripped tighter. The baby was even bigger then it’s two brothers, and this one was going to require more effort.

After pushing and pushing, I felt the baby crowning but still stuck in the same place as before. I set my babies down and managed to get myself to my knees. I lifted myself up a little, then began pushing harder this time then other two.

“Ahhhhh!” I groaned as I felt my asshole slowly being stretched by the babies head even further. I took a few moments to breath, before going back to pushing. Finally I felt his head completely come out fully, I moan in pleasure at the huge head being out of me. The rest of him falls out of me with only two pushes.

I laid back down, my three sons laying on my chest.

[30somethingautisticteacher]

⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ <- some amnesia mpreg please

Continued from here!

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"I'm pregnant!" Buck's voice rose to a near-hysterical pitch as he grasped his stomach. "How...how in the hell..." His next words came out as a terrified whisper. "And who's Kinard?"

"Oh my god..." Maddie's face went pale. "You don't... oh my god," she breathed, realization dawning in her eyes.

"What's the commotion in here?" A nurse rushed into the room, alerted by their raised voices.

"You need to get a doctor right away!" Maddie said urgently.

[lostheaventales]

Garden of Eden Pt.9 *Last Part*

Description: Henry and Joe rescues Vito from the hands of Mickey Desmond.

Relationship: Vito Scaletta x Henry Tomasino

⚠️WARNING⚠️: Detailed Birth

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Joe and Henry had gotten the counterfeit money an hour after discovering the note. They organized the money in a briefcase, placing real bills on top to make it look even more convincing. Henry raced to the location. The scent of mold scurried into his nose upon entering the abandoned prison. Homeless people were scattered around the building, making the old cells their bedrooms. They were minding their business, going on about their night. Henry was starting to think they had the wrong place with the calm demeanor of the homeless. One would think they would be alarmed to see a pregnant person being taken against his will, but they treated it like it was a normal occurrence.

Henry and Joe made it to where they were keeping Vito. There he was. It seemed like it’d been an eternity since the last time he saw him. He kissed him, missing the feeling of his lips. His body was soaked in sweat.

“You have to hurry and get me out of here. I think the baby’s coming soon,” Vito stated.

“How many contractions have you had?” Henry asked, brushing his hair that was stuck to his forehead out of the way.

Vito thought for a second. “Two or three.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll get you to the hospital.” Henry reassured, not believing his own words.

“Alright, alright. Enough. Show me the money.” Mickey interrupted.

Joe opened the briefcase. Mickey and one of his goons looked into it. He nodded his head, pleased with what he saw. The goon took the briefcase away from Joe. Mickey signaled another one to untie Vito. Vito immediately ran to Henry and embraced him. A contraction hit him the moment he wrapped his arms around him. Henry placed a hand on his bump, flinching when he discovered how hard it had become. Vito took steady breaths. He let go once the contraction was over. Henry ordered him to go wait outside for them as they were about to initiate the second part of the plan. Vito waddled out. Henry grabbed the handle of his Semi that was hidden by his jacket and was stuffed into the waistband of his pants.

“Mickey?” Henry called, preparing to whip out the weapon.

“What else do you want?” Mickey complained.

Henry smirked. “I almost forgot something.”

Without giving them any time to react, he shot Mickey in the middle of his eyebrows. His limp body fell to the ground. Him and Joe took cover behind the crumbling walls and finished off the rest. When the dust had settled, Henry had to check if he was still alive by the end. He was in disbelief that one of Joe’s plans had gone off without a hitch.

They could celebrate the accomplishment later. Vito needed help. He and Joe hurried outside to see Vito in a squatting position. Henry crouched in front of him to see that his eyes were held closed and he was gritting his teeth. Vito made a loud groan, hands shooting to cradle his stomach.

“How far is the hospital?” Vito asked, leaning his forehead against Henry’s shoulder. “She’s coming now. I can feel her.”

“Oakwood, I think it is,” Joe answered.

“Oh, fuck! I won’t make it that far. The house is closer. Just take me there.” Vito tugged on Henry’s shirt, the pain increasing.

Henry wanted to protest. He heard a dripping sound hit the ground under them. A wet patch grew on the crotch of Vito’s pants. His water broke. What he wanted no longer mattered. Getting the baby out safely was what mattered now.

He lifted the laboring man up and put him in the backseat of the vehicle. Henry got in next to him to make sure he stayed calm. Joe cranked up the car. It was race against time. Vito worked to hold out until they reached the house.

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When they arrived at the house, Vito relaxed his body that was tensed up in fear from Joe’s erratic driving. Before the car was able to fully brake, Henry hopped out of the car and sprinted to the other side. He helped Vito stand up. Vito threw an arm around Henry’s back. They dashed to the front door. Joe fumbled with the keys, struggling to get to the right one. Vito squeezed onto Henry’s blazer as he felt another contraction flow through him. He kept control of his breathing, counting each breath in his head. After what felt like forever, Joe pushed open the door.

“Joe, help me get him to the bedroom.” Henry ordered.

“No, I won’t make it up there. God, it feels like she’s in between my legs.” Vito moaned. “Get me to the couch.”

“But Vito-“ Henry started.

“GET ME TO THE COUCH! IS IT THAT HARD TO FUCKING UNDERSTAND?” Vito yelled, wanting to kill Henry at the moment.

They gave in to his request. Vito lied back on the couch with his head resting on the armrest. Henry pulled down his pants and underwear. Joe instantly gagged at the sight in front of him.

“Is it just me or does your baby have a weird head, Henry?” Joe swallowed the vomit that began to brew.

“Oh, shit! The baby’s breeched.” Vito could see the color from Henry’s face drain.

Vito didn’t have time to process the information before another pain hit him. He pushed this time, aware that the baby would be having trouble getting out. The baby moved down, but not much to make any difference. He panted, using the few seconds he had between contractions to gather himself.

“You’re going to have to push harder than that.” Henry looked up from between in his legs.

“We should’ve wore a goddamn condom.” He groaned, gripping his thighs to prepare for the next push.

He bared down. His chin pressed down on his chest. Again, the baby moved down a bit. The pain was getting unbearable, especially since the baby was facing the wrong way. Vito wasn’t going to let her get harmed because he couldn’t handle the pain however. He counted to three in his head and pushed, an involuntary scream exiting his mouth. Seeing that his nails were starting to dig into the cushions of the couch, Joe held onto his hand.

“Come on, Vito. You can do this.” Joe coached, brushing back his hair.

Vito moaned. “This shit is going to kill me.”

“Vito, you managed to survive World War 2. I’m pretty sure you can survive pushing a baby out of your ass.” He bragged.

“That’s easy to say for someone who’s never had a baby in their life.” Vito smiled.

“And I would like to keep it that way, thank you very much.”

The joking around was brief. Vito stared into Joe’s eyes as he pushed once more. His grip on Joe’s hand strengthened. Joe swatted at him in an attempt to get him to release the hold.

“Fuck, Vito. You’re going to take my hand off. I need these.” Joe rubbed the bruised area.

“Sorry, Joe. This just fucking hurts,” Vito apologized. “Is she almost out, Henry?”

“Barely. On the next contraction, give me all you got.”

Vito listened. He screamed, using every muscle in his body in this push. He saw Henry shuffle along with a brief release of pressure.

“Oh my god, her legs are out.” Henry cheered. “Joe, go get some large towels, string or a shoelace, and a pair of scissors.”

Joe left to collect the things. Vito relaxed his hands on his belly, noticing the difference in its size. It had grew significantly smaller. He smiled. The thought that his child was almost born excited him. He’d been waiting for this moment for nine months. It wasn’t going the way he thought it would, but his baby would finally be here. Safe. No more worries of the O’Neills trying to kill them. They could, hopefully, enjoy being parents.

“You were right, Vito. You’re having a girl. A few more pushes and she’ll be out,” Henry announced. “Push!”

“Fuuuuck!” Vito cursed, using everything within him for the push.

“There you go, babe. One more push and she’ll be out.”

Vito took in a deep breath, puffing his chest out. With a high-pitched scream, he pushed one last time. He collapsed onto the couch. There was no more pain. A soft cry filled the air. Henry lied the tiny body on his chest. Vito snuggled the baby close to him. An instant wave of love poured over him.

He was about to announce the name he had thought of, having kept it a secret throughout the rest of his pregnancy, when he felt another heavy cramp.

“Oh! I think the doctor was right.” Vito grunted, feeling another urge to push.

“W-What are you talking about?” Henry became concerned again.

Vito groaned. “I think I’m having twins. I have to push again.”

Henry got back in between his legs. Fortunately, this one wasn’t breeched and came out with a lot more ease, coming out with only three pushes. The second baby was a boy. Henry lied him next to his sister. Both babies cried in unison.

“Oh my god, they’re beautiful. You did a great job, honey.” Henry moved next to him to get a look at the babies. “What are you going to name them?”

“Marianna Alessia Tomasino after my mother and….and…Matteo Henry Tomasino after you.” Vito looked up at Henry with a soft smile.

“Words cannot describe how much I love you right now.” Henry kissed his nose.

Vito was about to say something when he was bothered by another cramp. He was about to freak out, believing it was a third baby at first. Thankfully, was the afterbirth begging to be released. Henry quickly cut the cords. Vito expelled the unneeded tissue, marking the separation from him and the unexpected twins. After 9 months, they were now their own person. Henry disposed of the afterbirth.

Vito was in bed feeding Matteo a bottle once they were all cleaned and Vito himself had gotten some food in his body. Henry was sitting next to him giving Marianna a bottle as well. Joe watched them at the foot of the bed, amazed by the sight before him.

“Wow. Vito Scaletta’s a father. I can’t believe it,” Joe commented.

“You want to hold one?” Vito asked, periodically taking the bottle out of Matteo’s mouth, which caused him to whimper. “Here. You’ve only been out the womb for an hour and acting like I’m starving you.” He reinserted the bottle to prevent him from full on crying.

Joe nodded, trying to hide the clear excitement.

“Marianna is not as fussy as Matteo right now.” He carefully stood from the bed.

Joe extended his arms. Henry gently placed the newborn in his hands, adjusting them to support her entire body and head. She stirred a little, opening her blue eyes for a brief second. Joe brushed the tip of his finger through her soft, brown hair.

“Hey, I’m Uncle Joey,” Joe introduced in a quiet whisper.

A lot had happened that eventful night. It started with Vito being kidnapped and held for ransom, unsure whether or not he would make it out alive. Then, it ended with him giving birth to twins on the couch, one being breeched. However, he would go through it all over again if it meant he’d end uo surrounded by his little family. The family he prayed for.

[pinkpilct]

in the stillness, we mend (9259 words) by pinkpilot Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends) Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends) Additional Tags: Trans Viktor (League of Legends), Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, One Night Stands, Viktor and Jayce end up Somewhere Else and start anew, Post-Canon Fix-It, Misunderstandings, Dimension Travel, Domestic Fluff, Slight Viktor whump, Getting Together Summary: Viktor lets out a quiet laugh, though it carries no joy. He feels doomed. “You always were the optimist, Jayce. But optimism does not erase the past. It does not undo what I have done and what I almost did. Just because it did not happen in this world it does not mean that it didn’t happen at all.” The words hang between them, a challenge and an invitation all at once. Viktor’s chest tightens, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Inevitably, his eyes land on the fingertip shaped scars that decorate Jayce’s forehead like a circlet, a forever-reminder of Viktor’s actions. The weight of his guilt is not something he can set down so easily, especially with his most recent problem. “Viktor, you don’t need to–” “I need some air,” Viktor says abruptly, stepping around Jayce and heading for the door. Jayce doesn’t stop him, though Viktor can feel his gaze lingering as he steps outside. - - - In which Viktor and Jayce end up somewhere else, healed by the Arcane and given a second chance at life, one that comes with old regrets, lingering love and an unexpected complication. A pity they're both too emotionally constipated to sort it out just yet.

[emiimagination]

New fiction ^^

Hey there ^^

I was finally able to start discovering Hazbin Hotel (not completely yet but it's getting closer ^^) and I love this universe ^^ And as an mpreg fan, I didn't miss that ^^

well I learned that it wasn't true (unfortunately…) but it inspired me to write a little fiction ^^

Yes, in French and in English because I am French ^^ and I translated my work (as I often do ^^)

Don't hesitate to give me your opinions ^^ I'd be happy to know what you think ^^

[ninjatrashpanda]

Sudden Surprises and Happy Holidays

Written for @bucktommywinterfest

Prompt: Christmas

Rated: G

Tags: established relationship, fluff, mpreg, pregnant buck

Read on AO3 here.

Also a continuation of my Sudden Surprises series, but can be read standalone.

“Tommy. Tommy, wake up!”

Tommy groaned and turned to the other side, away from the voice that tried to rip him from his tenderest of slumbers. Literally nothing had ever sounded less appealing than waking up right now, not even Evan telling him that it was his turn to change the twins’ diapers. Whatever that voice said, he’d just stay here, in his cozy, warm cocoon he’d made himself with his sheets and keep sleeping.

Sleeping…

Slee…ping…

“You’re forcing my hand here, babe.”

Before Tommy’s sleep-addled brain could even begin to try and make sense of the voice, (that grew more and more familiar with every word…) he suddenly felt a forceful push against his back. With a startled yelp, his eyes snapping wide open, he felt himself move over the edge of the mattress and land hard on the ground with a thud.

Tommy groaned from his new position on the floor, tangled in sheets and disoriented. He rubbed his shoulder where he had landed awkwardly, the haze of sleep still fogging up his head like a Fall morning. His back also began to ache, now that the shock somewhat wore off, but that was at least familiar enough in his more advanced age to not bother him. (Much.)

“What the hell, Evan?” he muttered, squinting up at the figure looming over him. The early morning light streaming through the window illuminated Evan’s smug grin, his arms crossed as he leaned against the bedpost. The rays of the rising sun made Evan, and his slightly rounded stomach hiding under the oversized t-shirt he wore, glow with a kind of radiance Tommy still couldn’t quite believe was his. “I’m almost fifty and my back is bad as is! I thought you loved me!”

“I warned you, babe,” Evan said, a playful lilt in his voice. “Not my fault you didn’t listen.”

Tommy groaned again, more dramatically this time, as he tried to untangle himself from the cocoon of sheets that now resembled more of a snare trap. “There are so many better ways to wake someone up than shoving them out of bed! Breakfast in bed, a gentle kiss, coffee—” He paused mid-ramble, fixing Evan with a squinting, accusing glare. “You didn’t even make coffee, did you?”

Evan raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “I’m not allowed to drink it, so why would I?”

“I’m sorry, are you using your pregnancy to be mean to me?”

Evan chuckled, crouching down as much as he could to help untangle Tommy from the sheets. “Maybe it’s mean, but at least it’s effective, isn’t it? Besides, don’t act like you wouldn’t pull something ten times worse if you were the one carrying Bean.”

Tommy hoisted himself to his feet by his nightstand, albeit with a dramatic grunt for added flair. He decidedly ignored Evan’s outstretched hand. (He was very much above Evan’s lifting limit.) “Yeah, well, I don’t remember the last time I shoved you off the bed like I was reenacting a scene from The Looney Tunes.”

Evan snorted, his hand going to his belly in an instinctual protective gesture. “I seem to recall someone pretending to be dead to get out of dishes last week. Don’t make me call Benji and Emily as witnesses.”

Tommy opened his mouth to retort but paused, narrowing his eyes again. “I don’t like how fast you decided to weaponize our children against me. That’s supposed to be my thing.”

Evan grinned, giving Tommy a light shove towards the bathroom. “Go get ready. It’s Christmas, and the pups are going to be up and about to wreck their presents in less than an hour.”

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“Okay, that’s the last one,” Tommy muttered as he placed the final package, wrapped in shiny blue paper adorned with stars and moons, with a pretty yellow bow on top, on the pile underneath their tree. Its green needles seemed so shimmer under the red and gold ornaments and silver tinsel, the star on top proudly overlooking the living room. Tommy stood up and instantly groaned as his aching back cracked as he straightened up.

A quick glance at the clock told him that 6:30 was rapidly drawing nearer. Only a few more minutes until two excited five-year-olds would slam open the door to their room, stampede down the hallway and commit genocide on boxes and wrapping paper. Tommy let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck, glancing over his shoulder toward the doorway. A shiver ran down his spine, a sense of parental premonition.

The twins were awake. Time to brace himself.

He turned back toward the tree and admired the setup for a moment longer. Stockings hung on the bookshelf holding Buck’s various cook books, stuffed to the brim with tiny trinkets and sweets. A half eaten plate of cookies rested on the coffee table, alongside an empty glass that had once been filled with milk. Santa’s work was done. The scene was perfect. Now all he needed was—

“Daddy! Papa!”

The shrill shouts pierced the quiet like a pincushion. Tommy barely had time to prepare himself before two blur-like figures rushed through the door and barreled into him at full force, almost toppling him over, forcing a yelp out of him. Benji latched onto his left leg while Emily clung to his right, both of them bouncing with uncontainable excitement.

“Look at all the presents!” Benji cried, his face lighting up as he spotted the colorful mountain beneath the tree.

“Santa came! He really came!” Emily echoed, her curls bouncing wildly as she tried to pull away from Tommy’s leg to inspect the haul, though he kept a firm hand on both her and her brother.

With a laugh, Tommy moved his hands to ruffle the pups’ hair. “Of course, he came. You two were good all year, weren’t you?”

The twins went still at once, almost as if time had stopped moving forward. After a second, Emily shot Benji a glance, which he answered with a shrug he probably thought was subtle. She hesitated for a moment longer before giving a slow, uncertain nod. Benji’s mouth stretched into a wide, innocent grin. “Mostly good?” he suggested, tightening his hug on Tommy’s leg.

Tommy snorted, shaking his head as he finally let them go. “Mostly good works, I guess.”

The sound of footsteps caught his attention, and he looked up to see Evan entering the room, carrying a tray with coffee for Tommy, hot chocolate for the kids and tea for himself. He set the tray down on the coffee table with a soft smile, his other hand resting on his belly. “Dang, you two are up early! What’s the occasion?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at the pups.

“Santa doesn’t wait, Papa!” Emily declared, hands on her hips, a move she had learned from her Auntie Maddie. Tommy almost laughed out loud when she stomped her little foot in indignation, though he managed to bite it back in time to escape her wrath.

“Is Bean awake yet, Papa?” Benji asked, perking up at the sight of Evan’s bump, the usual “Baby Twinkle,” as Tommy and Evan had started to call it, entering his eyes. Benji had been overly excited from the moment they’d told the twins about the new baby, and from the moment Bean had actually started moving, his hands were constantly all over Evan’s stomach.

Evan chuckled softly, setting his tea down before sitting down on the couch. “Not yet, bud. Bean’s still snoozing. But give it time, I’m sure they’ll be up and about soon enough.”

With a nod, Benji’s face lit up, and he quickly scrambled over to his papa, climbing up to sit beside him. “Can I feel?” he asked eagerly, already reaching out.

“Gently, okay?” Evan said, guiding Benji’s hand to his belly. “Bean’s not a toy.”

Benji nodded sincerely, his little fingers spreading wide as he rested his hand on Evan’s stomach. His expression turned serious, like he was trying to will the baby to move. Emily, not one to be left out, hurried over and planted herself onto the couch on Evan’s other side, her hands reaching out as well.

“Me too, Papa!” she demanded.

A soft chuckle escaped Evan’s mouth and he shifted to give both of them enough space. “Alright, alright, there’s plenty of Bean to go around.”

Tommy walked over and sat down on the coffee table, grabbing his mug from the tray next to him, and watched the scene unfold with a warm grin. The twins’ faces lit up with wonder as they felt the faintest of movements under their hands.

“I think Bean just kicked me!” Emily exclaimed, eyes lighting up instantly.

“Me too!” Benji added, his excitement bubbling over. “They’re saying Merry Christmas to us!”

“Or they’re telling us to let them sleep,” Tommy teased as he playfully narrowed his eyes at the three (four) of them. “Wouldn’t that be nice? Letting everyone sleep properly?”

Benji and Emily giggled, completely ignoring their Daddy’s mock glare. Evan, however, reached for Tommy’s free hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, the corners of his lips twitching up into a smirk.

“You love it,” Evan said softly.

Tommy rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight the smile that spread across his face. “I love you, not the back pain.”

Evan leaned his head back against the couch, letting out a contented sigh. “Mmh, tough luck, babe, but I don’t think you can have one without the other.”

You little brat, Tommy thought, but before he could retort, Emily seemed to suddenly remember something and jumped up, pointing dramatically toward the tree. “Presents!” she declared with the authority of a queen.

Benji gasped. He, too, had apparently forgotten about the gifts when he’d gotten fixated on Bean. “Yeah! Presents! Can we open them now, Daddy? Please?”

Tommy exchanged a glance with Evan, who gave a small nod. “Alright, alright,” Tommy relented, putting his coffee on the table and standing up. “But remember the rules. One at a time, and we clean up the wrapping paper as we go. Got it?”

The twins nodded furiously, though Tommy suspected they’d forget the second the first present was torn open.

“Okay, who’s first?” Evan asked, gesturing toward the tree.

“Me!” Benji shouted, lunging for a brightly wrapped package with his name on it.

“No, me!” Emily countered, grabbing for one of her own.

Tommy stepped in quickly, pulling both kids back by the collars of their shirts before chaos could erupt. “Easy there, pups. Benji can go first, and then Emily. We’ll take turns, remember?”

The compromise seemed to satisfy them, (...for now.) and Benji eagerly tore into his package, revealing a box containing a bright red Hot Wheels car he could assemble himself. His eyes lit up with delight, and he immediately turned to Tommy and Evan. “Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, Papa!”

“You’re welcome, bud,” Tommy said, ruffling his hair. “Now let your sister have a turn.”

Emily approached her package with the careful precision of someone defusing a bomb. As the wrapping paper fell away, a small badminton set, complete with a bag, two bats and three shuttlecocks, appeared in its stead. “Yay! I love it! Thank you!”

Evan beamed at her. “Glad you like it, Em. You’ve got a few more to open, so pace yourself, okay?”

As the twins took turns unwrapping their gifts, the living room quickly filled with laughter, cheers, and the sound of ripping paper. Tommy, smirking, shared several glances with Evan, who was leaning back against the backrest of the couch with a soft smile, his hand absentmindedly caressing his swollen stomach (or, well, the baby inside it) and his eyes shining with joy. It filled Tommy’s chest with pure love, and he let out a content sigh.

This, this chaotic, cozy Christmas morning, was everything he had ever wanted and more. It was one of those moments where all the hardships, from his Dad leaving, to his mother being...the way she was, to losing Trevor in Iraq, suddenly seemed worth it. He was alive. He was married to the man he loved. He was raising two of the best kids he’d ever seen, with a third on the way.

And as he sat beside Evan, helping the twins piece together a toy rocket ship and listening to their endless chatter about how Bean would get to play with them next year, he felt his chest swell with gratitude. He wasn’t sure how he deserved all this, but he’d be forever grateful that he got to have it. There was nothing he’d trade this all away for.

“Merry Christmas, babe,” Evan murmured, leaning his head against Tommy’s shoulder.

Tommy kissed the top of his head, letting his hand drift to rest over Evan’s on his stomach, where he felt Bean kicking against their palms. “Merry Christmas, love.”