Please do bless us with thine divine writing of a very burpy Atticus? Maybe it's trapped gas? And painful and gets stuck so Luca has to help our baby?💚💚💚💚💚 😁💚
There is probably hella mistakes in this cause I wrote it in ten minutes and I ain’t proof reading it 😂 but I loved the way you asked so I just had to write something for it 😂💕
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“Hey leave some for me too!” Luca whisper-yelled at Atticus, quickly grabbing the cup at of Atticus hand and giggling as some of the sprite fell from his mouth onto his shirt when the straw was pulled out.
“That’s what you get, drink hog.” Luca said before beginning to suck down the rest of the drink before Atticus could try to take it back.
“Drink hog? Really?” Atticus smirked, ruffling his boyfriend’s hair before turning back to the movie screen.
They had gone to see Frozen 2 because for some reason Luca just had to see it but it turned out it was more interesting to Atticus than to Luca. Atticus heard the straw start sucking at nothing in the bottom of the cup next to him and waited for Luca to put the cup down in the cup holder before grabbing his hand.
“I love you.” Atticus whispered, leaning over to give Luca a quick peck on the cheek.
“Mm I love you too, even if you are a drink piglet.” Luca giggled quietly as Atticus turned to him with a mock-angry expression.
“Oh so now im a pigl-“ Atticus paused, putting a hand to his mouth as he felt air rise in his chest but when nothing came out he lowered the hand to rub at his chest instead.
“Damn, it’s stuck.” Atticus’s face scrunched up as he continued to rub at his chest. Trying to convince the air to move but not getting anywhere with it.
Luce squeezes the hand he was still holding, letting it go so Atticus could use that one to cover his mouth now, “Alright?”
Atticus shook his head no, moving his hand a little lower so he was rubbing at the top of his belly instead.
So Luca grabbed the cup he had set in the cup holder in between them and moved to the one on the other side of himself, then pushed the arm rest up so there’d be nothing in between their seats. He then removed Atticus’s hand from his belly, replacing it with his own, and started rubbing at all the tight spots he could feel.
After a minute of Luca rubbing and Atticus trying his hardest to push the air up himself, a bubble finally dislodged, rushing up his throat rather quickly which caught him off guard and he burped way louder than he meant to.
“Sorry sorry,” he whispered loudly to the people around them who gave him disgusted looks.
Atticus turned back to Luca, immediately burying his face in his neck as he let another small burp slip out. He put his hand over Luca’s and moved it in a small circle to show he still wanted more rubs.
Luca half sighed- half giggled as he resumed looking for air pockets in Atticus’s slightly bloated tummy.
Luca felt Atticus muffle his burps against his neck, not even trying to use his hand anymore and that sent an unexpected chill down Luca’s spine.
“F-Feeling better,” Luca had to fake cough to cover where his voice broke.
Atticus burped again before responding with a quiet, “Much.” Then after another second he added on, “keep going though, feels good.”
Luca didn’t even argue, just continued on,secretly hoping he’d feel Atticus burp again which was a very new thought for him and he honestly did not know how to feel.
