One Fateful Night (ON GOING)

Chapter 40

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The agenda of the two when weekend rolls, is Gulf's monthly check up for his fourth month and after, to shop Gulf's clothes as the younger is starting to find it hard to fit his clothes from his current wardrobe. It is expected that their baby is growing is Gulf's belly.

Therefore, after meeting their little one on the screen for that month, they are already on the road heading to the mall. But Gulf notices how the older has been quiet since they left the hospital. Mew doesn't exactly look in a bad mood or anything...the older just looks...kind of out of it.

"Everything okay?" Gulf can't help but finally ask.

Chuckling, Mew glances at the younger. "Shouldn't I be asking that to you?"

"I can't worry about you?" Gulf words left his mouth before he could stop them and he turned into a ripe tomato again.

Mew can only bite his inner cheek with his hitched breathing, but his grin breaks nonetheless. "You're too adorable, tua-eng. It's dangerous for my heart."

"Phiii!" Gulf can't still get used to it and most often he whines when Mew acts all cheesy to him.

Still laughing, Mew inquires, "What?"

Gulf can only groan as he also doesn't understand how he is feeling about this. And honestly, it is also not good for his heart.

"You're so good at this," Gulf mumbles, eyes on his lap, still blushing.

"What? Hitting on you?"

"Oh god, what is wrong with you?" Gulf grumbles. He can't believe the older at this point, he has been seeing sides of Mew he has never seen before. It isn't a bad thing, but how he wishes for everything to happen slowly. He is extremely shy.

Mew laughs more seeing how red Gulf's ears are. "My baby's shy?"

"P'Meeew!" Gulf whines once more. He feels like combusting again at this point—something he has been experiencing since Mew's confession.

"You're so cute."

"Goodness, Phii...please," Gulf tries to make the older stop again. He has his fill of this already. The funny feeling in his stomach is getting too much.

"Please what?" Mew grins.

"You're making fun of me, aren't you?" Gulf huffs with a pout afterwards.

"Nope, I'm just so happy, baby. Whenever I see our angel on the screen...somehow it hits me again that I will be a father soon." And that is true. Mew can't contain the happiness he is feeling right now.

"You will be a very good father," Gulf remarks, feeling his insides swell from Mew's heartfelt words.

Mew grabs Gulf's hand with his own, and brings it to his lips for a kiss. "We will be good parents."

And Gulf can only bite his lower lip, trying not to squeal for feeling a little too much. Thank goodness, Mew's eyes are on the road or he might lose it.

Gulf doesn't want to wear a maternity dress and just by thinking about it is making his insides squirm in discomfort. And his belly is not that big anyway, he can settle with a more loose shirt...and loose pants. But his problem really is for his office outfit. He needs slacks. Bigger ones.