𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔! 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔! 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔! (𝐺.𝐷)
Warnings: fluff and swearing.
”Gray, I don't feel so good.” you confess as you waddle over to him. He welcomes you with open arms, pulling you into him - draping both arms around your shoulders - and places a firm kiss atop of your head.
”Shit- you wanna go back to the cabin?” he questions lowly, pulling away a little to look down at you.
”It’s a fricking house, Gray! Stop calling it a cabin!” Ethan yells, sitting on a surfboard - next to Kyle - just a few feet away.
”Bro, shut the fuck up! Can't you see I'm talking?” your fiancé scowls at his twin brother before looking back down to you.
”Would you mind if I did?” you mumble, meeting his gaze.
”No, of course not.” he places a hand on your swollen tummy as his opposite arm snakes around you to rest on your lower back. ”they goofing around in there?”
You sigh with a nod, placing your smaller hand over Grayson's. ”they've been at it all day.”
An enormous grin creeps its way onto Gray’s face as he starts to feel slight thumps against his hand. ”Jesus, you're not kidding!” he exclaims, kneeling down to be level with your tummy. Now he has both hands positioned either side of your bump, along with an ear, wanting so badly to just hear something. Anything.
”You boys good in there?” He coos, rubbing a thumb soothingly over your stretched and reddened skin.
”wait, are they moving?” Ethan asks, making his way over to squat down next to his brother. Grayson nods, still grinning. The soon-to-be uncle was still yet to feel his nephews kick. You take ahold of Ethan's hand and place it on your lower stomach, just in time for him to feel the babies kick.
”Holy shit! Gray, you feel that?” he asks, beaming heartily towards is own twin.
”I feel this every night, bro. Right before I'm about to go to sleep.”
You couldn't help but swoon over the sight in front of you. Both boys had a hand placed on your stomach as they both babbled away to the twin boys inside you. Every now and then, Grayson places a loving kiss to where his boys kick and utters things to them, such as ”you boys need to stop giving your mama such a hard time” and ”daddy can't wait to hold you” causing your heart to beat a million times per second.
As much as you loved the attention your boys were receiving, you still didn't feel good. If anything, you were starting to feel worse.
You place your hand atop of Graysons to grab is attention, earning him look up and lock eyes with you.
”I'm sorry bub but I really need to lie down. My heads going all fuzy.” you murmured, placing a hand on your back for some kind of support. Your fiancé curses before rising to his feet. Ethan does the same.
You were both about to head back to the cabin, hand in hand, before Kyle speaks up. ”Wait guys, can I get a couple of photos real quick?”
You couldn't say no. They were here to make memories, not take naps when you needed to.
”cant we do it later? Y/n needs-” you cut Grayson off by letting go of his hand.
”Make it quick.” you wink playfully, laughing when gray abruptly runs over to his twin brother.
”I actually wanted a photo of you with your hands on y/n tummy”
”no, bro, she don't feel too good. We’ll take a decent photo later, let’s just take this one for now.” Grayson rushes, placing both of his hands over his abdomen.
Ethan raises a brow in confusion. ”Dude, what the fuck are you do-”
”Just fucking do it, Ethan! I don't have time for this!”
”Jesus! This is so dumb.” Ethan complains but complies, nonetheless.
Both boys stood still with their hands placed over their abdomen. Grayson decides to pose with a cute little smile, where as, Ethan goes with the I-dont-know-what-the-fuck-im-doing kind of look.
Kyle chuckles, snapping a photo of your sexy future husband along with your brother-in-law doing the silly pose. You couldn't help but let out a little giggle at their goofiness.
And from that moment on, you knew that your baby boys will take after their wonderful, loving father and childish yet mature uncle E. It was inevitable.
