BT prompts! "I could really use a hug right now."
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- "I could really use a hug right now."
Tommy is approaching his thirty-fifth week of pregnancy and, to be honest, he has never been more over anything in his life. Doesn't help that Lucca is bigger than the average baby (not surprising considering he and Evan are bigger than the average person) and seems adamant about squeezing Tommy's bladder every ten minutes or so. Not to mention the constant heartburn and swollen ankles and the fact his doctor had him move up his paternity leave because his pregnancy is 'geriatric' and, therefore, high-risk.
He hates the term 'geriatric pregnancy', by the way. He and Maddie have commiserated about it often enough.
All in all, he can't wait for this month to end.
It's the third day of his paternity leave, and Tommy is already bored out of his mind. At least it's a Saturday; Evan and Theo are home today, and they have plans to go out to the farmers market later, if Tommy's back doesn't protest it too much. Evan wants to pick up ingredients to make some bread.
Right now, though, Tommy is not thinking about the farmers market. He's thinking about a mid-morning snack, because the little hungry gremlin who's renting a room in his uterus definitely doesn't want to wait until lunch to be fed.
If Tommy had his way, he'd get a chocolate pudding cup. Preferably two cups. With whipped cream on top.
Alas, gestational diabetes doesn't allow him two cups of pudding with whipped cream on top. It's sugar-free strawberry yogurt for him. Yay.
He grabs a cup from the fridge, chuckling as he remembers Theo's face when he tried it. He had exactly one spoonful before his nose scrunched adorably and he handed it back to Tommy like it had personally offended him, asking Evan if he could have a Go-Gurt tube instead.
For Tommy, though, it's the closest he can get to a real sweet treat until Lucca is born. Evan has also been baking some sugar-free desserts for him, and Tommy loves him desperately for it, but right now, the sad little strawberry yogurt will have to do.
It's when Tommy reaches for a spoon that the disaster strikes.
It's the only spoon in the drawer, because of course it is. Theo uses approximately seven spoons per day, and Evan about half a dozen. So, right now, all the others are in the dishwasher that is peacefully running its cycle.
Naturally, Tommy drops it on the floor.
It falls with a very insulting and snarky metallic clang. Tommy thinks he can faintly hear a 'hah, sucker!', but it must have been his imagination.
Bending down to pick it up is definitely not a possibility. Tommy can't even get out of the couch on his own these days. If he tries to crouch, the most likely outcome is falling down on his butt, and then good luck on getting back up without having to yell for his boyfriend and admit that gravity has officially defeated him. Him, a pilot. How unfair.
It's no big deal; Tommy knows that rationally. It stands to reason that a heavily pregnant person can't bend down to pick something up from the floor.
But it's the proverbial last straw. Or last spoon, more accurately.
"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me!", he exclaims, not loud enough to be picked up by the little ears on the second floor.
But apparently loud enough to be picked up by Evan in the garden.
"Tommy?!", Evan rushes through the kitchen door, hastily wiping his dirt-covered hands on his jeans and looking at Tommy with concern. "Something wrong? Is it Lucca?"
Tommy looks down at the spoon again, and then back up at Evan, and as much as he tries to deny it, he knows he's pouting. Pouting. How the mighty have fallen.
"…I dropped a spoon", he grumbles.
To Evan's credit, he tries not to laugh. Tommy can see the corners of his mouth twitching, but he bravely reins it in.
"Oh, sweetheart,", Evan says, and Tommy doesn't think he quite grasped the scope of the problem.
"The only clean spoon", Tommy clarifies, and Evan nods.
"That sounds very frustrating", Evan says, and Tommy feels a rush of affection and gratitude for this man, because yes, yes,thank you, it's very frustrating. "How can I help?"
The fact that Evan is asking instead of just barging into the kitchen and picking up the spoon from the floor makes Tommy love him even more, if possible.
He could never be vulnerable with anyone like he's learning to be with Evan.
"I could really use a hug right now", Tommy admits, because he knows the admission has a soft place to land.
Evan's whole face softens. "Oh, sweetheart", he says, impossibly fond, and crosses the kitchen in two steps on those long legs of his, pulling Tommy into his arms like he's precious. "You're having a hard time these past few days, huh?"
"Yeah", Tommy sniffles, resting his head on Evan's shoulder. "I already love Lucca so much, and I don't regret any of it for a second, but… It's been tough"
"I know", Evan says, and presses a gentle kiss to Tommy's forehead. "And I don't say this enough, but I appreciate what you're doing so much. I wish I could help more. I wish I could carry Lucca for you"
Tommy chuckles weakly against Evan's shoulder. "I'll remind you of that when it's time for the next one", he tells him, and Evan raises an eyebrow.
"Only if you carry them", Tommy clarifies.
"I'll take that deal", Evan agrees, and then presses a kiss to Tommy's forehead. They haven't stopped hugging.
They stay like that for a bit, in silence, and Lucca chooses that moment to press a small kick to Tommy's bump. He smiles, stroking it gently. Pregnancy hasn't exactly been fun lately, but getting to feel his son inside him is something Tommy will never take for granted.
"Oh, look who wants in on the hug", he jokes, and Evan looks down as well, delighted. He holds his hand above Tommy's bump, a silent request, and Tommy nods.
"Hi, Lucca", Evan coos, gently stroking Tommy's bump with his thumb. "You wanted to comfort Papa as well?"
"What's Lucca doing?!", Theo's excited voice comes from the stairs, and he rushes to them in his socked feet. "Is he kicking?! Can I feel it?!"
He looks up at both of them expectantly, and Tommy and Evan exchange an amused look. Theo has been very invested in every moment of Tommy's pregnancy, delighted at the idea of a baby.
"Course you can, buddy", Tommy says, gently placing Theo's hand next to Evan's over his belly. "Talk to him a bit; he knows your voice"
"Hi, Lucca!", Theo greets happily, a toothy grin on his face. "I can't wait for you to be out here. I know at first you're just gonna cry and sleep lots, 'cause my friend Mike has a baby brother and he says that's all babies do, but then you'll grow a bit, and I can teach you how to play with dinosaurs, and we can play together!"
Lucca kicks again, a bit stronger, and Theo gasps excitedly. Tommy finds it adorable that, no matter how many times Theo feels Lucca kick, he's always as excited as if it was the first time.
"He did it! He answered, Tommy! Buck, Lucca said hi to me!", he tells them, and Tommy can see Evan choking up.
"He did, buddy", he whispers, running a gentle hand over Theo's hair.
"I think he wants a hug! Can I hug him, Tommy?", he asks, and how on Earth could Tommy ever say no?
"Yeah, Theo. Lucca and I could both really use a Theo hug right now."
Theo doesn't need to hear it twice. He wraps his little arms as far as they'll go around Tommy's middle, and presses his head gently against the bump, cheek rubbing against Tommy's T-shirt. Lucca gives another gentle kick.
"I think he's saying we need a family hug", Evan says, his voice a little hoarse.
Tommy looks up, and there's a small smile on his boyfriend's face. Evan wraps his arms around Tommy again, carefully making sure Theo is tucked in between them, cheek still pressed against Lucca.
His family, Tommy thinks delightedly, resting his head against Evan's shoulder. He'll take all the heartburn and back pain in the world if this is the reward.
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