Mommies, Daddies & Babies - A 2Moons Mpreg Snippet

Story 45-Forth & Little Monster

2Moons Mpreg Snippet

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Forth & Little Monster

Forth grips the red cloth tighter. His senses all on high alert. Slowly, he enters the dark room. His big dark study room actually. He doesn't want to switch on the light in the room in fear of alerting the very creature he is chasing at the moment.

So all he can do now is to slowly tread into the darkness. Everything is quiet. Forth can hear his own heavy breathing. Suddenly, he feels a stabbing pain coming from his foot.

Shoot! Ouch, Forth steps on something sharp but he stops himself just in time form yelling out, which probably will give away his location. No, Forth has to go on, injured foot or not.

Calming himself, he braves his step carefully. Kicking away any potential foot injuring debris, Forth continues forward.

Just that moment, he thought he heard an eerie sound. Forth stops walking. He cannot determine the direction of the sound. 

Giggles.

Very soft but that was definitely a giggle. A very evil sounding giggle. 

Though Forth still cannot see anything yet. His grip on the red cloth get tighter.

"Come out," Forth hears his own hoarse voice. Giggle.

Something shifts, making Forth retreat a few steps. All he hears is his own heartbeats and the freaking wall clock ticking.

"I know you are in there. You can't get away from me this time, I got you cornered," Forth says, to the darkness.

"Look, if you don't come out now, I'll have to take Mr Blanky and then Mommy and then we'll play at the pool without you," Forth purposely say, hoping to spark a reaction. Any reaction.

Nothing but the dark void.

"Ok, fair enough. If you have made your decision as a man, you get to keep it. I'm taking Mr Blanky and Mommy with me. Goodbye," Forth says and slowly retreats backwards.

Sniffs. Forth is sure he heard a sniff.

He backs away carefully. What he didn't anticipate was stepping on the freaking toy car beneath his foot right at the corner he is backing at. The last thing he sees after knocking his head hard against the wall and his back stabbed by the tiniest bits of Legos was a shadow of a little child in the darkness.

Gear.....

"OUCH!BEAMMIE! Are you letting Gear massage me or are letting him practice his jump kicks on me?" Forth complains as Beam laughs while stopping their toddler son from jumping behind Forth's back.

"Forth, I am really amazed that you couldn't even catch your own infant son around your own house and he is still crawling," Beam says, cuddling Gear who is surprisingly very obedient and snugly with his mother.

"Don't mention it. All I wanted to do was to have a nice pool time outside a hot Saturday with my son but he knocked me out, cold. I swear to you he did it on purpose," Forth insists.

"Yeah and he is like, 36 months and he is already a potential psychopath. You are being silly. Now hold him, I'll go get the massage oil," Beam offers him baby Gear who starts to struggle the moment Forth touches him and starts to wail. Beam leaves the room.

And Gear stops his crying, immediately.

Forth swallows as he stares into his son's eyes. Gear's dark brown orbs, still filled with baby tears but something is different. Feels different.

Then those eyes squint into a glare, much like Beam's.

A glare he is very familiar with.

The possessive glare when Beam is feeling threatened or jealous with external threats.

"Ok, I'm back," Beam comes in and it's like a magic switch. Gear starts wailing again.

"Awww, baby, come to mommy," Beam fusses over Gear as he starts cuddling and rocking Gear to sleep.

Did his son just gave him the death glare?

That's the mystery of the night.

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