🔞Someone to Love [Ishman One Shots]✓

☁️🍊Oranges For You [Mpreg]

"So, how do you feel about winning this award today in the NAMAN Awards, 2024, Shubman?"

"Well, I'm really happy because it's a dream come true to be honored with this, something which I have seen Virat Bhai and the other senior cricketers receive, I can't be more grateful."

"Congratulations, young boy. Do you want to thank anybody on this occasion?"

"Yes of course, I'd love to thank all the seniors in the team who are constantly supporting me, my mom and dad, and.... Ishan. He's really been my anchor in the team, he's my...."

"Best friend right? Oh, what a spree of your lovely friendship going around!"

"Yeah...haha...best friend, we are the best bros, haha."
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Ishan switched off the TV, deeply sighing and throwing away the remote somewhere on the messy bed.

"Iske bacche ko pet mein leke ghum raha hun, and bastard is calling me his "best friend"! Kutta kahika!"

Ishan pouted, even though nobody was around to see his cute reaction. Obviously he wasn't directly upset because he himself knew they couldn't let out the fact that they are dating, let alone the fact that Shubman had managed to knock him up. What an embarrassing horny pervert, couldn't even use a condom properly! As a result, he had to take a leave from cricket for a while, on grounds of medical issues but he had to clarify the real reason at some point. They had talked about it, Shubman promised to stick to his side like a leech through all this and Ishan trusted him.

Ishan slid down the big pillow, and into depth of the blankets, his shirt riding up to his chest, exposing his pregnant tummy, a proud 4th month. He rubbed his stomach with his palm, his small body now looked like a whale to him. He had developed a habit of talking to the baby, and if he was not wrong, he had secretly seen Shubman talking to the baby too when he thought Ishan had fallen asleep. How cute.

"Are you going to be a tallass giant like dada? No! Absolutely no, you'll be a small, pretty diva like me!"

Ishan laughed out in giggles remembering checking through twitter and finding out his cutie fans call him babygirl. To be honest, did he like shaving his legs and hands? Yes. But he never thought that people would find him to be such a diva but well, whatever made them sleep at night. Shubman had called him his babygirl quite a lot of times, during multiple occasions, including their busy nights. Ishan liked the acknowledgement.

He sighed again, trying to get down from the bed. He was craving oranges suddenly at night since these past few weeks, his mood swings were shit and he was still waiting for Shubman to come back to the hotel to tend to him after the Awards end. Pregnant Ishan was a demanding menace, and Shubman being the ever so sensitive boyfriend, served him like a servant did to a God. Except Ishan was his God, it was no analogy.

Before reaching the mini fridge which Shubman had stocked with food before bringing Ishan here, he stood in front of the long mirror opposite the bed. He was in Shubman's sweatpants, and his shirt. He bunched the shirt up, moving a hand on his bump, not huge yet but still looked big because Ishan's frame was smaller. He smiled at the menace who had already started kicking his bladder from time to time, and the doctor said it was going to get worse. His feet had swollen up too and they hurt if he walked around too much.

Thankfully, a certain someone never forgot to massage them, and kissed them every day and night. Ishan was going to put down his shirt before his eyes fell on his chest, and his eyeballs almost popped out. He had known that pregnancy would involve his body changing, but he certainly wasn't expecting the sudden growth in his chest area.