Chase & Marshal: A Romantic Gay Story

~Chapter 13: Baby Shower~

After about several months later, Marshal was 6 months pregnant. He couldn't move much around the house, so Chase had to help him where he needed to go. Not only that, marshal grew more hungrier, too. He'd asked Chase to cook him something quite odd. It didn't make sense, but Chase did it anyway.

Marshal stood against the mirror to examine his belly. It was large, circular, and the skin was hard to protect the baby. He rubbed it softly with hand, smiling with joy.

The day was finally here! The baby shower!

"Chase! Come here for the second bud." Marshal called, sitting on the corner of Chase's bed. His body felt tired and weak, holding so much weight from the baby. He took deep breaths out of his chest, trying to catch his breath.

Chase peaked his head through the door while holding a bowl in his hand. A small smile formed on his face as he approached him cautiously. "Yes, babe?" He asked, mixing the bowl with a spoon.

The dalmatian frowned a low heavy sigh while his heart sank into the cracks. His sad air of sadness rubbed on chase, grabbing chase's attention. Chase frowned and set the bowl aside on a small table, then sat by marshal. He was worried if Marshal was truly okay. "Is everything okay?" He asked, his ears flattening along his head while rubbing marshal's back.

"It's... Just would everyone come to the baby shower? What if they laugh at me... Would everyone stop being friends... And... And what if..." Marshal started to break down crying, but Chase shut him up by giving him a kiss.

"Marshal, of course they'll come to the baby shower. Well, maybe not tracker. He's on the other side of the world, and no. Everyone is still friends with you, marshal. In fact, I've told everyone about you being pregnant, and everyone was so thrilled about it! You've got nothing to worry about, bud." Chase smiled, wagging his tail. Marshal let up some soft sobs and whimpers; clearing up his fears and worries. He then looked at chase with tears running down his face.

"T-thanks chase, you're the best mate a dalmatian can ever have..."

"No problem, marshal. I'll do anything to make you happy." Chase beamed, feeling accomplished about his deed. Together, they both laughed and joked about their lives and mistakes. They'd always goof around when they were little pup's. And play outside the lookout, and now they are mature enough to share such feelings.

Chase got up on his two legs and grabbed the bowl he'd left. And begin finishing the cake he'd started for the party. He looked at Marshal one last time, still smiling.

"Okay, marshy, me and rocky are just setting up the decorations in the living room. You can rest here for a bit until it's time." The shepherd walked down the stairs as his nailed clicked down the stairs.

Marshal snorted, oddly offended by Chase's demand. "I will not stay here, I wanna help..." He tried to get up but failed by the massive weight pulling him down. He rapidly gasped for air, yet wasn't giving up. Marshal got up once last time and barely stood firm. His lower back began to ache more as he slowly walked towards the door.

"F-fuck, I didn't think carrying a baby would be so much work..." Marshal put his arm against the frame of the door. His tongue dangled out his mouth, dripping small amounts of saliva on the floor. He couldn't move any further than what he did.

"Chase... Please help me." The dalmatian cried in defeat, now leaning his back against the wall. Chase heard marshals cry and immediately rushed up the stairs.

"Marshal... I told you to rest... You can't walk on your own..." Chase sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. Marshal just snorted in anger. He folded his arms over each other.

"Well, I don't want to be a sin of a sloth now, do I?!" He barked, chase flinched a bit by the outburst. And so, Chase helped Marshal downstairs and settled him down by the couch. Meanwhile, Rocky was in the kitchen preparing some of the food for the party.