Lust At First Sight (BoyxBoy) UNDER EDITING

Frustration.

(A/N- This chapter is solely a Matt POV)

{Matt}

I woke up that morning, just like woke up every morning. Sick and bent over the toilet throwing up. But it was slowing down now, I was sick less.

I heard shuffling and looked up to see Zach standing in the doorway with a glass of water.

I wiped my mouth, flushed the toilet and brushed my teeth before I took the glass. I gulped down half of the water before going to sit on the bed.

"Want something to eat?"

I nodded eagerly although I still wasn't feeling my best. "My usual."

He nodded and started out of the room before stopping and walking back. "Would that be Pickles in cream cheese wrapped with pepperoni? Or Rice with brown sugar, barbecue sauce, and butter?"

I thought for a minute. "Can I have both? Oh and pickles with peanut butter. Thanks."

He softly shuddered. "Sure thing." I giggled. I knew my exotic cravings kind of made him sick but it was still lovely that he offered to make me food all the time.

I got up and took a shower. After the shower I wrapped my lower half with a towel.

Walking to the closet I passed the mirror. I stared at my very swollen belly, I placed my hand on it. It had gotten much bigger since I found out about my pregnancy a month ago.

I got dressed and looked at my bump under Zach's over sized shirt. It wasn't help to hide the bump, for four months my belly was big, at least to me. The doctor said I was normal weight.

I frowned. I was always frustrated these days over simple things, like the size of my belly.

There was a soft knock at the door. Zach stepped in through the open door. "Your food is ready."

I smiled. "Yay!"

He laughed and kissed my cheek. "Come on." He grabbed my hand and we slowly walked downstairs.

When we arrived I was out of breath. I sat at the dining table, and the Cheshire cat smile returned to my face. I bit into a pickle savoring the taste of peanut butter and the salty pickle taste. I moaned. "I love this."

I looked over at Zach he had nose scrunched up. "That can not be good. I don't know how you stomach that."

I smiled even bigger, if that was possible. I swallowed. "Because it's good. Pickles are good with everything."

"Before you were pregnant you didn't eat pickles."

I shrugged and bit into another pickle.

"I just wish you'd stop eating them with ice-cream."

"Why?" I asked with my mouth full. "That's the best combination. Even the twins think so."

Just then they kicked. I dropped the pickle and placed my hand on my stomach. They kicked under my hand.

Zach had a worried expression on his face until I began to smile. "What is it?"

"They kicked."

He quickly moved from his chair next to me to the floor next to my chair. He placed his hand on my stomach. They kicked again. "They recognized their Dad." He said with a smile on his face. Zach kissed my stomach. "I love you two." He stood up and made his way over to the kitchen. "I'm gonna get something to eat, want anything else?"

I stared at my barely touched food. The babies stopped kicking so I moved my hands back above the table. "No thanks, I'll eat this."

He did a huge fake gasp and placed his hand on his chest. "Bumpzilla doesn't want anymore food? That's strange. You usually eat twice what's on your plate in one sitting."