Mommies, Daddies & Babies - A 2Moons Mpreg Snippet

Story 41-Baby Kicks (ForthBeam)

2Moons Mpreg Snippet

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Baby Kicks (ForthBeam)

"Forth!!!"

Forth heard his name being called by his queen so he quickly stopped his sawing and ran upstairs, leaving his basement workshop.

"Yes baby, what's wrong?" Forth head straight to the living to see his queen, in shorts, and singlet, sprawled comfortably on the sofa, flicking TV channels, scratching his exposed 7 months heavily pregnant stomach.

Outsiders who see Beam like that would think he looked like a drunkard couch potato but for Forth, he is his everything. Forth smiled.

"Forth, I want chicken soup. Get me another bowl," Beam instructed. Forth looked at the the two big empty bowls on the coffee table. Preggo Beam wants, Preggo Beam gets.

"Yes baby. I'll see if there's some more," Forth answered while picking up the empty bowls.

"And make me a salad with lots of baby tomatoes and pop-corn, lots of butter, and I want those those dark chocolates since you wouldn't let me eat those milky ones, and I want a bowl of pasta, in chicken soup," Beam added on. Forth shook his head. He looked at Beam who is still flicking his channels, ignoring Forth.

"Honey, that's a little too much food no?" Beam stopped his channel surfing and looked at his husband. His pouted.

"You, come here," Beam instructed and when Forth did, Beam took his hand and put it on his stomach, right on their baby.

"Forth. It's not my fault. He wants all these. Tell him Gear, you want all those food I just said," Beam asked his unborn baby. Forth smiled and before he could say anything, he felt movements.

Amazing. Their Gear just responded to his mother.

"Wow, did our Gear just kicked?" Forth caressed the stomach with both hands and then put his head to listen.

"Gear, daddy is a meanie, he wouldn't let us eat, kick him," Beam said and soon enough, Forth felt vibrations from his son. Kick, kick.

"Does he always do that?" Forth looked up, all excited, he kissed Beam deep. Beam pushed him away. Forth places his head on Beam's stomach again.

"When he is hungry enough, he listens to me. He knows how to get what he wants. Do you want to hear it one more time?" Beam asked. Forth nodded.

"Gear, daddy needs you to kick before he makes us food. Kick him please baby, mommy's hungry," kick, kick. Forth can't stop smiling.

"Now, can you make me food now or do I need our son to abuse his dad before he is born again?" Beam asked. Forth got up.

"All you ordered, coming right up my queen," Forth said and quickly walked to the kitchen to cook.

"I want those kale chips too! No, it's not me, it's your son!" Beam yelled from the living room.

Forth continued cooking. Sometimes pampering his Queen and Prince has its own perks.

"FORTH! I WANT MILK! No, GEAR WANTS MILK NOW!"

Sometimes, so does being a servant.

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