Ohaiyo gozaimasu/oyasumi nazai, minnasan! This is an insert I wanted to do to add another little comical note to this story, since I am kinda stuck on the rest of how this should progress. Anyway, this is just more of Sebastian leaning on the chef for some support, in a different way this time.
This insert takes place at least a month or two after the real story, so.
Please tell me what you think...?
It wouldn't button.
Sebastian took off the tailcoat and held it up to examine, trying to see if the fabric had shrunk from the multiple washes or if maybe he really had gained weight. He didn't want to accept that possibility, knowing that image was just as important as functionality to a butler. But then again, the weight he ahd gained meant his body was tenderly and caringly nurturing the being growing in him.
His child. And Claude's.
Those words still sent a chill down Sebastian's spine, and an image flashed in front of his eyes for a split second, making him wince. Yes. He remembered that, the disastrous first try. Back when Claude had wanted a child. (A/n: This will be explained in later chapters.)
But back to the tailcoat that didn't fit. And the shirt. Casting the unbuttoned shirt onto the ground, Sebastian realized that, if this shirt didn't fit, it meant the rest of his clothes wouldn't, either. Damn. What was he going to do?
There was no way in the seven regions of hell he was going to go out and search for a larger size of clothing, exposing himself to people's harsh and uneducated comments.
What about Baldroy? His mind asked.
That could work. If anything, the chef was at least one size up in clothing. Which meant it would fit.
Now came the embaressing part.
Having to ask...
A/N: Heya guys I'm back again, sorry for taking another break. I plan on continuing the rest of this insert rather soon, so keep an eye out for that...? :)
