Forever and Always

8

Alfred pursed his lips, looking around the room. He closed the windows, knowing the sun was setting, and turned off the lights. His stomach was much bigger now, no longer set into his skin, and he counted on one hand. Nine weeks. Eleven more of this.

He wouldn't say he was tired of this, but he was wearing a bra -or at least the demon equivalent of one- now, so that was kinda pissing him off.

Ivan walked in and hugged him, kissing him on the forehead before walking to the bathroom to take a shower. Alfred shook his hair out with his hand, shaking his head before laying on the bed.

Hero jumped onto the bed and cuddled up next to him, Lampushka not far behind. Her kittens were full grown now, two play-fighting on the floor and the other two elsewhere. Thunder fluttered his wings in his cage and closed it with his foot, before leaning on the wall and falling asleep. Freedom was hunched over in her nest, her head practically bowed.

'Master?' Hero asked, full of delight.

"Yes?" Alfred replied. Lampushka shuffled, his paws going straight out.

'When will your kits come?' she said, waving her tail. Alfred smiled, almost nervous, almost happy.

"Eighty-two days until they're born, about," he replied. Seventy-seven normal days, plus... labor. That was not going to be fun. He practically grimaced at the thought, placing his hand on his stomach. It was covered with an extra layer of black fabric, wrapping around it to keep him warm, as Rulyn said. Sami mumbled something about them all being pussies, he recalled.

'I can't wait,' she said, her tail curling with happiness. He wasn't exactly sure if she was excited. It was hard to hear excitement in cat voices.

He smiled, although he wasn't sure it was sincere, rubbing his stomach. He could feel little tap-taps of hands or feet, feeling his touch and responding. There were two prominent tappers. Both were very, very aggressive with their tapping. They were getting stronger each day, and it was almost starting to be irritating.

He hadn't told Ivan about the tapping. Didn't seem interesting enough.

But, when he felt a kick right where his hand was- well, he knew he'd have to speak up about that. Ivan walked out of the bathroom just then, and cast a glance to Alfred. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants.

Alfred suddenly got very nervous. It wasn't very surprising- Ivan was 6'4 with wide shoulders and a muscular build. Alfred was much shorter, and much scrawnier, and had anxiety.

"Baby?" Alfred called, feeling another kick. He moved his hand to where he felt it. Ivan hummed, looking over before walking over.

"What's wrong?" Ivan asked, petting his cheek, "Why so skittish? And don't try to lie, you only call me baby when you're scared."

"Um..." Alfred replied, taking his hand and putting them on his belly, watching Ivan smile. There wasn't any kicking yet, but once the warmth of Ivan's hand spread there was a hard kick at it, so hard that Alfred flinched.

"Strong, aren't they?" he said, weakly.

There was no response from Ivan. He was staring. His hand hadn't pulled back. It stayed, glued to the fabric over his skin. Ivan blinked a few times, like he was trying to clear his vision, before he grabbed the edge of the fabric and started to pull it off.

Alfred put his arms up, watching it fall to the ground on the side of the bed. The cats, disturbed, moved to their bed in an old dresser drawer.

Ivan put his hand back down on his stomach. The reaction was instantaneous this time.