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His Mydei is pregnant.
The first Khaslana received this news, he was very surprised. Now though? He is pretty sure Mydei is tired of him.
He can’t help it!
A whole family of his own, the flesh and blood of he and Mydeimos combined. He sighs, heart fluttering at the very thought as he looks at another display. They’re going to have a daughter, and while Mydei has refused to share the name he’s picked, Khaslana does not mind. He’s glad, because the girls have much much more options. What is all his wealth if not to be spent on his spouse and child? He giggles in front of the display again, earning a suspicious glance from the lady showing him around.
“I would like this, but for a newborn.” He points to the display, grin dropping as he addresses the lady. No need to bother with smiles at others.
“I’m afraid it is not available for infants, due to safety issues.” She answers, patting away at the sweat forming over her brow with a handkerchief.
Khaslana tuts, crossing his arms. Well, the dress is very frilly, Mydei would end up smacking him upside the head if he bought it for a newborn. “I will take it as is.” Buuuuut surely she can wear it once she’s older?
“Of course sir, feel free to browse our other displays.” The lady nods, bowing her head as a show of respect.
And Khaslana will. His chest blazes with warmth each time he looks at another pair of adorable onesies. Maybe he should do custom orders so his daughter and husband can match, perhaps himself too.
–
Mydei holds his hip, resting his other hand beneath his grown belly.
His daughter sure is big, taking up all this space. He smiles at the thought, a small thing, before running his hands over his belly. These days though, there is another problem. Khaslana and his shopping addiction. Mydei is excited as well, but the baby is not even out of the womb and her father is already putting overpriced teddy bears in her nursery. The man used to smile the most at Mydei, now he smiles every time he sees anything baby related. Even weirder, he will coo at any baby he sees in public.
He is late again today too, and Mydei knows it is time he calls before that HKS spends all his money over frilly things that the baby won’t be wearing until much older.
–
Khaslanas phone rings, and he wants to ignore it at first. He’s still looking at the toys, having called over some worker to give a review of each one. He has to find the best for his daughter.
And then it hits him that it is probably Mydei and he really doesn’t want to piss off his husband. Mydei is way more emotional these days, and in a lot of pain. So he makes haste, plucking his phone from his pocket and hitting the green button for answer.
“Hello? Mydei, my dearest?”
“You took too fucking long.” His husband basically growls at him, and Phainon knows he will be getting a few smacks. Though the silver lining is that Mydei will cling. Truly a blessing in disguise, he sure doesn't mind.
“I’m so sorry! I’ll be home soon, okay?”
Mydei huffs over the line, “fine, but don’t take too long.”
“Of course, of course, anything for my Dei!” The man on the other end promptly hangs up, though not without a mumbled ‘I love you.’ Khaslana grins at his phone, completely ignoring the poor employee. He wasn’t particularly fond of anyone other than Mydei and a few close friends, so his grin drops and he points to the toys he wants.
“I will take those, and put the blue teddy bears in my order when they are back in stock.”
–
While Khaslana had said he would be home soon enough, he had just one more stop.
As excited as he is for the baby, he still wants to spoil Mydei. His husband deserves the best for all his recent distress. Perhaps a new apron, Mydeis old one is one he is sentimental enough about that it has a few tatters. Or maybe another massager, his feet do hurt a lot and Khaslana hasn’t been able to keep up with massaging as often as his husband needs.
Roaming around, Khaslana comes upon a shop that he wastes no time entering. What a glorious place!
While Mydei is unable to get in on any action this late into pregnancy, it’s still nice seeing him all dressed up. And Khaslana is fine getting off on the sight of Mydei alone, that’s really not difficult at all.
He sorts through the different pieces of lingerie, wanting something that actually covers more. Mydei indulges Khaslana in this regard, willing to be a strip tease. He comes upon a fully white set, ruffled in all the right spots. Khaslana is left standing in the middle of the shop, holding onto the set, stoic face not revealing that he is internally drooling. Mydei’s tits will look divine in this, he’s sure of it. Getting him to wear it though? As always, it just takes patience. Mydei will indulge him eventually.
With those thoughts in mind, Khaslana plucks the set and heads to the register. It’s a gaudy place, hidden amongst the bigger brands, but with such quality products that Khaslana will definitely be back to splurge. He needs more, Mydei would look so good. With the bag of items in hand, Khaslana is off to his car. He doesn’t like being driven anywhere when he’s personally shopping, even if it is a bit dangerous. That way, no one will interrupt him.
–
Dinner has been set, the steam of the food fading by the second. Because Khaslana still is not home. Mydei wonders if he should mix orange juice into Khaslanas soup.
With increasingly disgusting combinations, Mydei is finally broken out of the trance when he hears the ping of the electronic lock. Khas is home, and Mydei has plenty to say.
He sits up from his seat slowly, a hand under his belly for support. If it was not for the ultrasounds, he would assume there are two in there. With Fig Stew and Vigethos at his feet, following for added support, Mydei makes it to the hall, standing across from Khaslana who is throwing his shoes off with struggle, his hands stacked with bags. Again.
“Welcome home, you are late.”
Khaslana smiles, a futile attempt at moving Mydeis heart and his obvious glower. Well…For now. He trots up to the blond man, places the bags at his feet, and immediately wraps his entire frame over Mydeis.
Mydei does not refuse, simply resting his chin in the junction between shoulder and neck, smelling Khaslanas familiar cologne. Said man starts rubbing at Mydeis swollen belly, tracing familiar red as he presses chaste and endearing kisses to Mydeis jaw. The Kremnoan practically purrs, before remembering he is supposed to be atleast a little angry at Khaslana for being late. But the most he can muster today is a flick to the forehead and ending their hug early.
Without another look back to the moping man, Mydei, with Fig Stew and Vigethos still at his feet, returns to the dining table. Khaslana follows in tow, only pausing to throw all the shopping bags in the living room before joining Mydei. Mydei sits across from Khaslana, further punishment.
Mydei watches him pick up the fork, an apologetic look on his face as he digs in. And unfortunately, that is enough to make Mydei fold and move to sit next to the man who immediately beams at him. Sometimes it’s still whiplash considering there was a time the man barely ever had a twitch to his mouth. Mydei’s heart melts at the sight, a smile tugging up his own lips as he caresses Khaslanas face.
“I can reheat the food.”
“It’s alright, it isn’t cold enough for that. But if you want, Mydeimos, I’ll heat your food, hm?”
Mydei plays at Khaslanas jaw, just teasing the corner of his lip with a digit before flicking away and meeting Khaslanas frankly hungry gaze.
“Yeah, that would be nice,” he drops his hand from Khaslanas face, watching in amusement as the man pouts, “you made me wait, after all.”
With a nervous chuckle, Khaslana takes Mydeis plate, the Kremnoan watching carefully as his partner reheats the food. Things have been mildly tense, though not in a bad way. Simply needy is how Mydei would describe it. But inducing labor early is a complication he is not willing to put his baby into. And Khaslanas restraint tells him he feels the same. Although…he’s pretty sure he knows that at least one of those bags is for him. And that nothing appropriate is within.
Khaslana comes back with the reheated food, setting the plate before his smiling husband. Mydei is enjoying every part of this, and Khaslana is willing to indulge.
–
“This thing is atrocious, I am not wearing it.” Mydei throws the skimpy white lingerie back at Khaslanas face after the man had presented it like it was an offering. Said man pouts, clutching the lacy pieces with vigor. He’s getting Mydei in this one way or another.
As though reading his mind, Mydei takes the lingerie back from the whining man and stuffs it into the shopping bag. His husband is such a perv, he would totally never wear anything like that.
“Won’t you show what you got for the baby?” At that, Khaslana lights up again.
“Yes, look here.” He presents the first bag, which Mydei empties. “Isn’t it so pretty?”
But Mydei can only focus on that horrendous price tag. “No. Look, there’s only some bows on each side and its a solid color. But what do I expect from you?” Despite how cute and simple it is, the glaring tag with all those zeroes makes it lose the value. This plain thing? And for so much? “Your taste is terrible.” He says as he rips the price tag and neatly folds up the dress. He’ll wash it later, it may shrink enough that the baby will be able to wear it in a few months.
Khaslana only grins, presenting the next one. “Look here, this one's got pearls!”
Mydei should smack him, but he sets the dress aside with thoughts of taking each pearl off himself. The dress is cute, ruffled and pink, his favorite color.
They continue about looking at each item, of which Mydei sets aside each one because well…Khaslana still bought them for their daughter. But the next one gets Mydei.
“A matching set for three!!” Khaslana throws the bag to the side, standing up so he can fully display the matching Dromas onesies. Two for them, a tiny one for their daughter. The Kremnoan can’t help the pinking of his cheeks, this one is truly adorable. Well worth the splurge.
“It’s cute.” Mydei smiles softly at the set, taking each from Khaslana and folding them up. The yellow dromases against lavender fabric are fitting, Khaslana has always been partial to the colors. It makes Mydei snort, not quite seeing the loving look sent his way. But seeing plenty of Khas shoving his face into Mydeis, pressing relenting kisses everywhere. It makes Mydei laugh, a tranquil sound that Khaslana wants to live within.
And perhaps one day their daughters laugh will match.