"Alexander." Magnus says, leaning against the door frame to their bedroom where alec has his shirt pulled up in front of the full length mirror, looking at his small baby bump. "What are you doing?"
Alec sighs, sits on the bed and lays back.
"What's wrong, darling?" Magnus says, taking alecs hand.
"Are you still going to love me when I'm fat?" alec asks.
"Where is this coming from?"
"Look." alec says, grabbing a pillow from the bed and putting it up his shirt. "This is what I am going to look like in a couple of months."
"You are going to beautiful."
"You say that now but what about when you can't get your arms around me."
"It won't be any different then what it is right now."
Alec looks at Magnus skeptically but doesn't say anything.
"You not believe me?"
"Sure." alec says, his voice quivering.
Magnus rolls over, pulls up alecs shirt and says, "little one, close your eyes and cover your ears, papa is about to show daddy how much I love him by doing something very dirty to him." he says, kissing up alecs chest.
