Damon (one-shot)

XVII - *read at your own risk*

warning: yeah this chapter contain smut and lots of gay shit. It might be dark and disturbing for someone. so if you're reading the first two para and don't like it, you can go to bed lol. I'm kidding, do whatever you want.

please don't question even if your a med student, i too have no idea what's going on.  Just enjoy.

Simon's pov:

“What took you so long” he snarls seeing me closing the front door behind.

I toss my wallet and car key on the tray, throwing away my overcoat on the side table. I just smiles and walk over to the sofa where he’s half sitting leaning on the arm. Sweats almost cover me for running here and there to reach as fast as I could. But what can I say, Syco building and our house are one hour apart even if you are lucky with the traffic.

He looks a little mad crossing his arms above his baby bump. Yes he is five months pregnant now. His baby bump start showing around last month. And he’s beautiful than ever.

First, he fell insecure of his body change. He didn’t want to go out of the house for a week. He always said he looks like crap and he even didn’t want me to touch him. Tears used to well up his eyes when his shirt doesn’t fit him anymore. He forced himself too much not to eat cakes and ice cream since he said he don’t want to gain weight anymore.

I’ve tried my best to assure him that he’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t want him to cut off his diet. He’s eating for a two now. I call up Amanda and Alesha to help him through that phase since they’re experienced, and I’m glad it works.

Now, we are in a stage of waking up in the middle of the night, craving for something that I don’t even know that it exists. I don’t think David either try those thing before. What to do, if he wants to eat, he need to eat, like right there at that very moment. Pickles, roast olives, salted peanuts…everything other than what we have in the house are what he can come up with. I, an entertainment mogul, drive around the London Street at one a.m searching for a jelly tots. But damn…I love this man so much.

Sometimes he took an evening walk on the park nearby, but still he’s a little embarrassed to go alone. I used to go with him, hand in hand to give him some confidence. Our neighbors are fine, it’s the stranger who would stare at him in a weird way. Maybe it’s unusual to see a late forties man being pregnant. But why do they need to keep staring making my love uncomfortable. I wish they would just mind their own business.

The doctor said it’s a miracle. For us, it is more than that. It’s a blessing. We were blessed with two boys running around the house already. We are more than happy and overwhelming to have another one that is part of me and his.

Telling him everyday how gorgeous he is, he starts showing off. He wear faded oversize cotton shirt, showing his beautiful bump through the fabric. Sometimes he would let the piece off shoulder, lifting lightly the hem of his dress, licking his bottom lips trying to seduce me. That’s my David.

“sorry sweetheart, I was in a meeting” I says placing a kiss on his hair. I sit next to him, taking his foot onto my lap and giving them a massage “so…are you still up to?” I asks smirking. 

Being pregnant, a lot of hormonal change occurs. One of them is being sexually active, which I’m not complaining. He became so needy and that’s the fun part. I was in a meeting this morning while I text him some dirty words. Maybe I tease him too far, he told me to move my arse right here. Just like his craving for food, when he said right now, it means right now.