Mᴀᴛᴇs Fᴏʀ Lɪғᴇ {DNF ᴏᴍᴇɢᴇᴠᴇʀsᴇ}ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂~𝓽𝔀𝓸

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Georges POV

Of course. Another day of the exact same shit I did yesterday. It's how it has been the past 4 months. If I knew pregnancy was this hard I would have made sure we didn't fuck, but you know. We were drunk. It was fun at the time, yet once we found out, had our moment of excitement, everything went downhill.

My mood swings got ten times worse, and I've been crying over nothing. It's fucking bullshit. Why couldn't Clay have gotten pregnant by my ass? Why isn't that how it fucking worked?

My bump his bigger now, and as a small person, it's heavy and hurts my back. I'm only 4 months pregnant! This thing still had to fucking grow! God, my back hurts so fucking bad.

"You know, bouncing on that ball is really fucking hot, George." I roll my eyes to hide the slight blush, continuing to bounce on the ball as I play subway surfers. "You know, if you get horny I'm not gonna stop you from fixing it." I say, voice flat as I keep bouncing. "Maybe I could help even. Just, no fucking. I don't know how I feel about that while like this." He mutters, groaning and closing out the game, opening up another game called pou.

It's basically where you take care of this little triangle named pou. It's cute. Well, it is to me, at least.

"No, I'll be okay, hun. I've lasted four months so I'll be alright. And if we do anything, I'll let you be in control." I furrow my eyebrows and look up at Dream, tilting my head with a small smile. "You little switch." He looks up and rolls his eyes, leaning back in the chair, looking down at me. "You're a switch too, dummy." I look up at him with furrowed eyebrows, tilting my head with a small, half hidden smile.

"Who said?" I whisper, leaning closer and bouncing quicker on the ball, watching his eyes look at my hips, pants twitching before he crosses his legs. "Says you mister eating me out because you felt like it." He states, looking into my eyes, a small smirk on my face as his phone blows up with messages.

"Damnit." He whispers to himself, looking down at me, a small smirk on his face. "Our friends want to call and play minecraft with us. Do you wanna play, or do you wanna keep bouncing?" He asks, looking down at my hips again before looking back into my eyes. "Well, this balls getting pretty tiring. Maybe we have some other balls I can sit on?"

He laughs, making me laugh, belly hurting as I tense up. "Is that your way of asking to sit in my lap while I play?" I nod and smile up at him, watching him chuckle and uncross his legs, watching as I stand from the ball and climbing up into the taller lap, knees on each side of his hips, my crotch sitting right on his hard-on, both of our cocks twitching making me let out a breathy exhale.

After a few minutes, he's on call with the others, his headphones, and some earbuds connected, me with the earbuds and him with the headphones. "Clay, where's George? I know you're with him, so I'm just wondering." He softly smiles and uses one hand to rub my back. I can tell he's trying to comfort me as it's okay if I don't wanna do anything, my hips gently rolling against him, a soft exhale passing both of our lips, almost like a sigh.

"He's asleep. I'm not surprised, though. Growing a child and all, that's gotta tire you out." I nod and softly kiss along his neck, reaching up and tugging on his hair as I listen to the conversation drown out, Dreams heartbeat moving quicker as I press my hips down and slowly drag across his bulge, biting his lips as bad and sap have a fake argument over who should milk the cow, karl giving sapnap a bucket so they can both milk the cow.

I feel his pulse on my tongue, licking all over his neck and softly biting and sucking on his neck before grinding down my hips, my belly getting in the way, making me groan.

"Clay? Was that George?" He blinks and pushes away from the mic, making it sound like he's by the bed. "You okay, sweetheart?" He hears multiple "awes" from the headphones.