(MPREG)
Babies, babies, babies...
Was Yo's curse on Ming real? Our friends at Kantaphat aren't sure...though it only took one try for Ming to fall pregnant.
Maybe the students at Kantaphat need to be careful about what they do or say around the smal...
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"Ow, ow, ow, ow..." Yo hissed, falling back on the bed. He glared at the pump in his hands as if it was the cause of his pain when, in fact, it really wasn't. The domperidone Yo was taking worked well enough that Love had plenty to eat. It was actually working too well, and now he was in pain from the amount of milk he was producing. "Fuck..." he breathed harshly, forcing himself to sit up and place the pump back on his swollen right pec, gritting his teeth as he started pumping again.
The pain was horrible. He'd waited too long this time to pump some milk for Love's night feedings, and now he was paying the consequence. He wanted to cry, knowing he still had the left side to do if he didn't want to be in agony all night.
"Yo?"
Yo snatched the covers and pulled them over his head, burrowing into the bed to hide from Pha. "What?"
Pha chuckled softly, tugging at the covers. "What're you doing, playing hide and seek? Come out of there."
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"No."
"Yo, come on."
"No!"
"Are you okay?" Pha's tone turned concerned.
Yo made a whiny noise. "It's embarrassing..."
Pha settled on the edge of the bed. "What is?"
Yo pushed the covers off his head, revealing his ruffled hair and displeased face. "I need your help again."
"With?" Pha's gaze followed the blanket as it was pushed further down, revealing the nursing tank top Yo had on, and the pump clutched in one hand. It was nearly full. "I don't know how I'm supposed to help with that..."
"It hurts," Yo grimaced, sitting up and setting the pump on the nightstand. "I waited too long today, and now..." he massaged his left pec gently, wincing as it sent sharp little stabs of pain through his chest. "Ow...it really hurts. And the pump doesn't help."
Pha didn't like seeing his baby unhappy or in pain. "You want me to ease the pressure?"
"If you wouldn't mind," Yo said miserably, letting himself fall back on his pillow again. "I managed to pump the right side, but it was so painful..." He wriggled a bit while pulling the nursing tank off, messing up his hair even more as it went over his head.
