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𝟎𝟓[Mpreg]

⚠️If you know my writing and philosophy, then you must know I write pure BL. For me BL means boys love...my characters always possess Male characteristics irrespective of their bed position...............it just for the sake of the plot and also to sketch out some of my thoughts, I include woman perspectives but not female traits in the character's personality.

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Top/Uke: Wei Wuxian/Wei Ying 

Bottom/seme: Lan Wangji/Lan Zhan (he can conceive like female and had two children with Wei Ying )

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Wei Wuxian's POV:

The fading light cast long shadows in the room as Lan Zhan began his nightly ritual. With a sigh, he unbuttoned his shirt, the reflection in the mirror a harsh critic. His eyes traced the faint lines around his eyes, new additions since his last pregnancy. Stretch marks, like a roadmap of parenthood, marred his once smooth stomach. A deep frown creased his forehead. Where had his time gone? 'The hotshot of the campus' was once his sole tittle. Between work, age, endless errands, and caring for the kids, self-care had become a forgotten luxury.

Each night, the mirror reflected a person he barely recognized, a person far from the vibrant young man he used to be. The practiced poses – sucking in his stomach, pushing up his chest, straightening his shoulder, stretching his checks, measuring the extra pound around his hands – felt more like a performance than a genuine attempt to reclaim his confidence.

He thought I don't observe, I don't notice. I did but I pretended to be not. I didn't wanted him to be cautious to me, that was the last thing I would wish. I knew he was losing...losing to himself, I found myself helpless to be not able to rescue him.

One evening, I watched from the doorway, my heart heavy with unspoken concern. I longed to ease his insecurities, to remind him with words the way I saw him. But I knew sometimes those words fall flat, drowned out by the relentless self-doubt that can take root after years of societal pressures and the relentless demands of family. Yet, I couldn't stand by and do nothing. As he turned away from the mirror, a defeated sigh escaped his lips.

On impulse, I did something unexpected. The next day, he came from work, did all his work, he made the kids sleep. When he entered in our bedroom, the room felt strangely empty. I was settled on the sofa in the corner, pretended as if busy in the book I was holding. He came out from washroom, took a glance at me that I noticed then went to his usual place....he started to undress, a frown etching itself onto his face. Then, panic flickered in his eyes as he searched for the familiar reflection. 

"Where's the mirror?".........he blurted, his voice laced with worry.

"I threw it out"..............I said without meeting his gaze

"But Why?"...........he asked

Finally I put the book down and stood up. I made my way towards him as I started......"because~~~~".....I paused when I reached to him. "Because??"......he asked impatiently..........I smiled and snaked my hands around his waist, taking him in my embrace. He gasped because of my sudden action. "Wei Ying~~~~~"......his breath hitched and he squirmed....."what are you doing?"...he asked lowly.