Mpreg Belly Notes #363
Alexey: God, you look absolutely insane like this. I can’t even look at you right now without wanting to pull you straight out of that chair.
Dmitry: Then stop staring and do something about it. You’re making me hot just watching you lose your mind.
Alexey: I’m just taking it in. We spent fucking years hiding in dark corners, dreaming about a place where we could just exist without looking over our shoulders. We wanted this life so bad it hurt. And now look at you, shirtless in our own room, completely heavy with my kid. It’s really my baby boy inside you, Dima. You’re literally carrying my mark.
Dmitry: You’re a possessive bastard, you know that? But yeah. He’s ours. And right now, he’s kicking like crazy because he can probably feel how fast my pulse goes every time you look at me like that.
Alexey: Good. Let him learn early who runs this place. Now come here and shut up.
