Help I love them 2 years, 9 months to go. “It must be amazing, to be pregnant,” Lando says softly, eyes wide and loving as he rests his hand on Max’s baby bump, giggling as the little baby inside gives him a firm kick. Max has tucked Lando’s head under his chin, so he missed the way Lando looks up at Michael with big, pleading puppy dog eyes. “No!” Michael mouths silently from Max’s side, trying to be stern but failing. Lando narrows his eyes a little in response. “You forgot to water the cactus!” He mouths exaggeratedly, happy Max’s attention has been stolen by Noah telling the story of his and Max’s runaway adventure to Daniel via his teddies. Lando’s puppy dog eyes go wider, pleading, and Michael lets out a soft sigh. “Later.” “I’m just saying it must be amazing to feel your little pup moving inside you,” Lando said softly, curling into his mate’s side under the layers of comfy blankets and duvets in the messy but warm nest on their bed. “Haven’t you thought about what it would be like?” Michael said nothing for a long moment, running his hand softly up and down the omega’s back and nuzzling into his hair before pressing a kiss there. “Of course I have,” he admitted, rumbling low in his chest. “Seeing a little pup all our own? I can’t imagine a happier feeling. I didn’t think you’d want that.” “Why not?!” “You have racing, a career ahead of you, wouldn’t pups get in the way of that?” “They can travel with us, Seb and Kimi’s do,” Lando shrugged softly. “Everyone loves them, everyone watches out for them.” “You really what that?” Michael asked sincerely, leaning back to catch Lando’s eye. “Yeah,” Lando said seriously, and Michael couldn’t help but lean in to press a soft kiss to his lips in response. “Not yet,” Michael murmured, and Lando nodded in agreement. “But when you’re ready, I’m in.”
