Perfect Two ✔️(Completed)

CHAPTER 27

27

The days passed by, and Type was now on his twelve weeks. His cravings worsened. Every now and then, his mood will change. But all of them understand him.

Tharn get used to not having sex and waited until Type gave birth, he realized that sex in a relationship is just like a spice, the most important is the BOND that binds the two person involved in the relationship, and this bond is called LOVE, with or without sexual intercourse the love will remain if you already bonded with each other.

Type's schedule for prenatal checkup is today. gladly, he doesn't feel any discomfort like nausea and vomiting. His only problem was his nonstop cravings and his grumpy attitude.
So far, he's doing well, and that gave Tharn a relief.

He purposely didn't go to the office and just called Sheryl to cancel all his appointments and just put the papers and blueprints that needed his sign and approval in his table for his evaluation later. He needs to accompany Type, or he will end up being kicked out of the room and sleep with his Dad in the living room.

Type can still wear fitted shirts, but his baby bump started to show. It's like the shape of a small ball. It's normal since he is carrying twins.

The two embryos they implanted successfully turn into fetuses. And it's good news.

They arrived at BMC, and Gulf already prepared a special OBGYNE for Type an OBYGENE who knows his condition and a real trustworthy. They just can't get anyone they dont know to avoid prejudice and judgements of narrow-minded homophobic people.

"Dr. Ella.." Tharn greeted the doctor, waiting for them in her clinic inside the BMC.

"Engineer Tharn, Mrs. Jongcheveevat, come in.." Dr. Ella motioned them to get inside, and then she called her secretary to prepare something to drink. She glances at Type.
"Can I call you Type?"

"Sure, Doctor.. Everyone is calling me Type." He smiled at the kind Doctor. She let Type change into a hospital gown in a small dressing area inside her clinic . She helped him lay down the hospital bed with the medical apparatus beside it. Tharn was just observing them, waiting to help if needed.

First, she gets Type's blood pressure. Then she wrote it on a paper. "Your BP is normal. So far, you are doing well. I am relieved, your situation is beyond normal, and look at you. You're glowing." She smiled a bit, wondering how a pregnant man could be this beautiful. Then she added
"Do you feel any discomfort specifically in your belly?" She glides the stethoscope on Type's navel.

"No, Doc, nothing at all. I just feel them every dawn, I felt something like hard on my navel." Type said, motioning the part where they harden more.

"It's normal, fetuses has a different time span in your womb. Usually, they are awake at night, and asleep at the daytime, you want to hear their heartbeats?". She said.

"Yes, please.." Tharn and Type, both answered.

Dr. Anne uses a Transrectal ultrasound where a sleek thin tube was inserted into the rectum because the entrance to the artificial uterus inside Type's body was in between his anal wall and sphincter ani.

The faint sound of heartbeats envelops the room, which makes Tharn and Type emotional.

"Their heartbeats sounded healthy.. They are here.. They are about 2.5 inches and approximately weighing 0.5 ounce, You cant see the gender clearly because at this stage the sex of the fetus just started to form but in another 8 weeks to come you will clearly see them." Dr. Ella pointed the screen of the monitor where two small like dots were shown. It's size just like a bean.

"I'll write a special prescription for maternal milk and a new brand of folic acid and some other vitamins suited for you and for your artificial uterus to avoid any possible bad outcome." Dr. Ella said as she slowly pulled out and cleaned the probe that had been used for Type.
"Do you feel dizzy, nauseous, and puking?"

"Actually, I didn't, doc. It's just like I am not pregnant. The first month, yes, I vomited every morning, but in the second month, it is gone." Type answered.

Dr. Ella nods.
"Engineer, Type, I will be frank on you. Maybe Dr. Yaya already told you, but for us to be cautious, there should be no sex until he gave birth. If you want, because we knew that pregnancy hormones can make us really horny, there are many ways. Just be cautious and careful." Dr. Ella smiled when he looked at the two blushed.
"No need to be shy.. I'm used to it."
She wrote her prescriptions and gave it to Tharn.

"I'll call my secretary for the payment of your service, Doc.." Tharn said, helping Type to dress up.

"No need, Director Kana already takes care of it. I am here in your own hospital engineer." She subtly laughed.

"Oh, so Papa already did it.. Still, thank you."

"It's my pleasure to help."

They bid their goodbye to the kind doctor, and they headed home.

Tharn was driving while Type was busy using his phone.

Type saw Jacob posted in IG something delicious looking food. He commented and asked what food is it, Jacob said it was Adobo. A Filipino well-known food. Type gulped. It looks really good. He asked Jacob if chicken feet would be okay instead of chicken meat if ever, and Jacob said yes.

Jacob and Arisa grew up in the Philippines.

He texted his Papa Gulf to tell Liz to put out and dissolve the frozen chicken feet from the freezer.

They are almost at home when he talk to Tharn.

"Babe, can you cook for me?"

Tharn glanced at his wife, pouting his lips, he can't say no with the way Type pouted at him, cooking is not his expertise, he prefer baking more as he loved cakes and sweet treats. But for Type, he will try.

"What do you want me to cook for you kitten?" Tharn manoeuvre the car to get inside the gates.

"I saw Jacob posted something looking delicious. Filipino main course, called Adobo, can you cook it for me?" Type batted his eyelashes.

"You're lovely.. Of course I will try but I don't know the recipe." Tharn pinched his nose softly.

"Call Jacob and let him teach you.. I'll sleep.. Dont let anyone help you, I want to taste your cooking." Type glared at him, pointing his face while his hand was on his waist.

Tharn rubbed his nape.
Cooking an unfamiliar food is exhausting. He is doomed.