Just My Type

♖Chapter 3 ♖

After The Baby Making

Tord took a drag of his cigar and held his small lover close. He felt his hand become empty, knowing tom had taken his cigar.

"If we're gonna be having a baby, you need to cut all smoking. I want to keep them away from that as much as possible. Also its time to-" tom mumbled the last part.

"Repeat Thomas?"

"It's time to retire Tord.."

Tord sat up and looked at Tom. He could not believe what he had just heard.

"Excuse me? Why do i need to retire!? Im still in my thirties!"

Tom sat up as well. He placed his hand on his big baby's cheek and rubbed his thumb againat the peach fuzz. "Tordy listen to me. The military base is no place for a child. It's simply not safe. I already planned on my retirment documents and have been looking at some nice family homes. I know you won't like to admit it but this little monster is going to soften your heart and take over your life. Everything you do is for this baby. If anyone gets ahold of them, they can use him or her to hurt you. Please Tord. Coincider retirement. You did so well but its time to end it."

Tord took and removed his love's hand from his face. "Tom im sorry but if im going to have to choose between my life's work and having a family..im going to have to ask you to get rid of this child."

Tom was taken aback. Did Tord jjst say that? For real? He started to tear up. He got out of bed and put on his boxers after hitting his huband with them.

"GO FUCK YOURSELF TORD LARSSON!"

Tom stormed out of the room and left Tord there in silence. Tord rubbed his face and groaned.

"That's why thrley always say to think before you speak.."

Tord got up and put on his boxers and dashed out of the bedroom. He looked over the railing and saw the kitchen light on. 'Oh no' Tord thought. Hr made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen to see Tom with a knife and a pile of vegitables from the garden.

While cutting an eggplant and pretending it was his husband's dick, hr could sense eyes on him and his shoulders stiffened. He relaxed when a hand rested on his back and a kiss was planted on top of his head. Tord could tell Tom was crying and he didnt see any cut up onions. He hated himself nownfor making his love cry.

"mannen min, jeg beklager at du gråter" (my husband I'm sorry for making you cry)

"Tord you just told me. Right to my face. That you would choose this stupid army over your child. OVER ME! We're married Tord I should be more important than this job!"

"Tommy baby you are. I didnt think about what i was saying but it wasnt true."

Tord turned tom and hugged him, feeling tom burry his head into Tord's chest.

"Thomas im so sorry. I'll retire but only when you start to show and cant really do anything. I'll look into the houses you like and get the best but cheapest one. This child is gonna be born with a silver spoon in his mouth."

Tom nodded and stood on his toes to kiss his Tord's cheek.

"I love you tord."

"I love you more Tom. Lets go have this baby."