“Mh.”
Your belly has grown bigger.
“Potato.” He comments. His four hands are greedily cupping your tummy, trying to find a heart beat. The shape of your belly reminded him of a very round potato.
A wail escapes your lips, tears prickling at the ends of your lashes, “Potato?! Ugly vegetable!!”
“..not a peach?” You’d sniffle, “Or.. or, a watermelon?”
He lets out a low grunt, displeased that your reaction isn’t what he was expecting, “Peach, then.”
The tears prickling at your waterline are blinked away, a delighted hum escaping your lips before your arms delightfully wrap around his shoulders.
Still looks like a potato to him.















