Oh god! I miss your mpreg soumako! How about during makoto 2nd trimester he has the sweetest pregnancy cravings. He suddenly got a sweet tooth you name it from ice-cream, to chocolate and cakes he had Sousuke making him sweets for every meal. Until one day he notice that his pants are getting a bit tighter than it should. During a routine checkup the doctor told him that he's gaining a bit of weight which got him depressed about getting fat. Sousuke comes to the rescue making him feel better.
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Makoto stood in front of the kitchencupboard, gently nibbling his lip as he tried to decide what he wanted to eat. Sincehe got pregnant Sousuke really had kept the cupboard well stocked, packed withtreats.
But that just made it all the moredifficult for Makoto to choose. Cakes, pastries, chocolate, biscuits, sweets.All looked so inviting right now.
Deciding it would be unfair to havejust one, Makoto fashioned his own snack out of a battenberg cake, a tub ofvanilla frosting and sweet decorations. He walked to the table with a spring inhis step, well as much of a spring a pregnant man could have.
He’d always had a sweet tooth butsince being pregnant it had grown, it had been weeks since he’d even eatenanything savoury. Not that he was complaining, it was a dream ever since he wasa child and now he had an excuse. He had noticed his clothes becoming a littletight as of late but surely that was too be expected with pregnancy, his bumpwas developing nicely.
“I’m home!” Sousuke shouted, lettinghimself in.
Makoto frowned, freezing mid chew ashis boyfriend walked into the kitchen. He wasn’t due for another three hours.
“You ready?” He asked, frowning atMakoto’s ‘lunch’.
“For what?” He replied, sprayingcrumbs.
“The check-up.” Sousuke said,side-eyeing the mess on his table.
“Shit!” Makoto shouted, desperatelyshovelling food into his mouth. “I forgot that was today.”
“Calm down.” He laughed, gentlygrabbing his wrist. “You still have 20 minutes.”
“Right, of course.” He nodded, notwanting to admit he was planning a follow up desert of chocolate.
“I’m gonna grab a salad before we go,can I interest you in a vegetable of some kind?” He teased.
“Don’t ask stupid questions.” Herolled his eyes.
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Makoto panicked as he watched thedoctor frown as she took his blood pressure, which would no doubt only increasehis heart rate.
“Is everything okay?” Sousuke asked,sensing a change in atmosphere.
“Yes.” Doctor Jo smiled reassuringly,pulling the band off Makoto’s arm. “I just need Makoto to hop on the scales.”
“Okay.” He nodded, least he knew it wasroutine and nothing of concern.
Makoto stepped onto the scales andbarely bat an eyelid as the doctor consulted her notes, at least until shebegan to question him.
“Are you still getting regular exercise?”She asked.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “I do a half anhour walk a day, like you suggested.”
“Good.” She complimented. “Any changesin diet?”
“Nope.” He lied. “Staying healthy forbaby.”
“Makoto.” Sousuke scolded lightly.
“Well I might allow myself the occasionalsweet treat now and then.” He blushed.
“Right.” She smiled, not believing hislie. “You’ve put on twenty pounds since the beginning of your pregnancy.”
“And that’s not good?” Makoto frowned.
“Well obviously a little weight gainis expected, by the end for someone of your size it’s about thirty. But as you’reonly in your second trimester twenty pounds is a little high.” She explained.
“I guess I could cut out the sweets.”He grumbled, knowing it would be very difficult.
“I’m not saying you have to cutanything, if you’re craving sweets it’s probably your bodies way of saying yourblood sugar level is low. Just remember that your baby can survive on a single adult’sdiet, eating for two is just a myth.” She giggled.
“Of course.” He forced a smile backbut he still didn’t get ice cream on the way home, despite his and Sousuke’stradition.
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Sousuke fell back onto the sofa,completely exhausted from blowing up the giant yoga ball Makoto was currently balancingon. It was really good for his core strength apparently.
“It says here pilates is good whenpregnant.” Makoto commented, eyes never leaving his laptop screen. “Strengthensthe muscles you use during the birth.”
“You’re not doing pilates.” Sousukerolled his eyes.
“Why not?” He frowned. “The walkingand swimming obviously aren’t working. Oh, and dancing.”
Makoto grinned, playing some music onhis laptop and jumping up, quickly losing interest in his ‘core muscles’. Heswayed his hips, beckoning Sousuke over with a coy smile. The taller manmanaged to hold out a whole thirty seconds before he caved, joining his foolishboyfriend.
“Pastries for dinner again?” Sousuke asked,slipping his hands around Makoto’s waist.
“No.” He whined. “Something healthy.”
“Fruit salad then.” He grinned.
“Sousuke, I’m beginning to think you’rego blame for my recent weight gain.” He pouted.
“Perhaps.” He shrugged, holding hishand up for Makoto to spin under. “I happen to like your new love handles.”
“Stop trying to butter me up.” He growled.
“Butter? Now that does sound like agood idea.” He teased.
“I’m trying to be serious.” He stompedhis foot.
“I’m being serious too. I don’t loveyou for your weight, this baby won’t love you for your weight, the world doesn’tlove you for your eight. We both love you for who you are, we love you because you’rekind and you’re caring, you have a permanent smile despite all odds and, soon, you’regoing to be an incredible dad.” He said with a kiss.
“Sou.” Makoto blushed.
“And just for me, I love you because you’reamazing in bed.” He winked.
“You just had to ruin it, didn’t you?”Makoto giggled.
“But, if you’re still worried aboutyour weight I have a suggestion.” He said, ignoring Makoto’s complaint.
“Yeah?” He snorted. “And what’s your greatidea?”
“You and me, with the chocolate saucein the bedroom.” He whispered, lowering Makoto into a dip. “Combine the sweetswith the exercise.”
“Look at that, sometimes you do havegood ideas.” Makoto sighed against his lips.
“Thanks.” He kissed him, bringing himtall again.
Makoto smiled softly at him beforespinning out his arms and walking towards the kitchen with a sultry sway of hiships. Sousuke stood frozen for a minute, unsure if he was expected to follow orif he’d just made Makoto hungry rather than horny by mentioning chocolatesauce.
“Sousuke.” Makoto sung from the door,bottles of sauce and whipped cream by his sides. “Think you can make me sweat?”
“Not a problem.” He growled, gatheringhis boyfriend up in his arms with a passionate kiss.
“I want to taste you everywhere.” Makotowhispered into his ear, spraying cream onto his neck.
“Upstairs now.” He groaned as Makotosucked his skin clean.
“Sure thing, coach.” Makoto grinned,letting Sousuke push him up the stairs and into their bedroom.
Hello! Just dropping by to I miss your work so much! And do you have a Twitter handle?
I miss my work so much too. D:
I’m @wegthorn on Twitter, though it’s mostly random context-free shrieking about professional wrestling at this point, intermixed with pictures of the two stray cats I’ve recently taken in. Here’s a shot of the sweeties, who are very snuggly with each other (they’re a bonded pair) and friendly enough to me, but there is no touching allowed. Maybe someday...
