ICT bl one-shots

Through Every Boundary

Warning: Male pregnancy

Per @ShyamaMohanta0's request, I hope it satisfies your expectations and thanks for providing me this amazing idea to write on. 

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It was a bright, breezy afternoon at the Wankhede Stadium, and the crowd roared in excitement as the players took the field for another thrilling match. Ishan Gill née Kishan, not in his usual uniform but dressed comfortably in a loose-fitting shirt and jeans, sat in the VIP stands with a serene smile, one hand resting protectively on his visibly rounded belly. Yes, Ishan was pregnant, and though it had come as a surprise to many, he embraced the experience wholeheartedly, taking every moment as it came.

Shubman Gill, on the field, was distracted. His eyes kept darting to the stands, where he could spot Ishan's familiar figure among the crowd. They had a bond that went beyond the pitch—a friendship that has developed into a romantic partnership, deepened by years of playing together, and now, the knowledge that Ishan was carrying a life inside of him made Shubman's heart swell with affection and concern.

During a break between overs, Shubman caught Ishan's eye and gestured subtly, mouthing, *"Are you alright?"*

Ishan grinned, holding up a bottle of water and nodding to reassure him. He raised his hand in a thumbs-up and mouthed back, *"All good!"* But Shubman wasn't entirely convinced.

In the next over, as the players regrouped briefly near the boundary, Shubman jogged over to the edge, and with a quick glance around to make sure the cameras weren't focused on him, he called out softly, "Ishan! Did you eat anything before coming? You're not supposed to skip meals, remember?"

Ishan chuckled, touched by his husband's concern. "Yes, Shub! I had a huge breakfast—don't worry. Just make sure you hit a six or two for me and our little pumpkin, alright?"

Shubman smiled, a rare softness in his usually intense eyes. "You take care of yourself, alright? I'll bring you something to eat during the break."

Ishan gave him a little salute, laughing as he leaned back, his hand protectively cradling his belly. Shubman returned to his spot, his mind finally a bit more at ease, ready to focus on the game.

The crowd cheered as he stepped up, and in the next ball, Shubman swung his bat, sending the ball soaring over the boundary for a glorious six. He stole a quick look towards Ishan, who was clapping enthusiastically, his face glowing with pride.

As the match continued, Shubman played like a man on a mission, each run feeling like a tribute to his Husband and their little pumpkin sitting in the stands, cheering him on. And when the game ended in their favor, he made a beeline to the stands, eager to make sure Ishan got the snacks he'd promised—and to sit beside him for a moment of love amid the thunderous celebration of the crowd.

The End