A pregnant fox, Thomas Mcgregor, enjoying a nice warm summer day on his porch while his perfect mate, wolf Phillip, makes him some cucumber lemonade and a bowl of strawberries fresh from the garden. They sit together on a porch swing near a fan, with Phillip rubbing his mate's tummy and cooing gently into his fluffy ears about how perfect and wonderful he is.
“You’re beautiful.”
Thomas almost chokes on his strawberry as he laughs, looking to his wolf-mate who sits beside him on their porch swing though Philip is already worriedly looking at him.
“What?” Philip nuzzles him and kisses his cheek. Thomas can tell by the way the wolf’s ears are perked up that he’s confused.
“You’re not a very good liar, Philip,” Thomas takes a sip of his lemonade, sitting back and putting his feet up on swing so he’s sitting sideways and able to curl his bushy fox tail around himself, sighing in contentment. Summer days don’t get much better than this.
“What do you mean? I’m not lying.” Philip’s confusion is palpable.
“I’m in my XXXL shorts,” Thomas twangs the elastic waistband of his large blue pants just to emphasise them. “With my pasty-pale legs on show and my big belly, which—yes—I can balance the bowl of strawberries on.”
The fox looks pleased with himself, smiling up at his mate but Philip is frowning, so amused with Thomas’s teasing that he’s practically growling.
“Your big belly is carrying our twins,” Philip says, taking the bowl of fruit off of Thomas’s bump and puts his hand on it, rubbing over the crest of the fox’s belly, caressing it lovingly. “And your pale legs are long and beautiful. And look good wrapped around my waist.”
Philip smiles, and Thomas hears the thumping of his wagging tail against the patio swing. They kiss, hands entwining atop the arch of Thomas’s stomach.
“And my super duper extra-large pants? Surely you’ve nothing good to say about them.”
Philip mulls over his answer quietly for a moment, allowing his hand to slip down Thomas’s belly to the waistband of his shorts, tugging at them like a playful pup.
“They’re big,” Philip shrugs, leaning in to kiss the fox’s cheek before moving to nibble his ear. Thomas giggles, scrunching his nose up and letting his tail wag in complete adoration. “Big enough for me to get into them too.”