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Greg wakes up to the sounds of Victory running around the field. He sighs into the pillow, but his lips are twitching upwards. The summer nights are warm and clear, so Justin had let Victory stay out overnight. Greg swears he’s never seen that horse as happy as he is when he’s galloping around outside.
Greg looks over at Justin. The knight is still asleep. Greg pushes a strand of blonde from the other man’s face. As quietly as he can, he slides out of bed. It’s a little earlier than he’d normally get up, but the sun is shining. There’s no point trying to go back to sleep now.
The carpeted hallways keep his steps quiet. He may be up, but he doesn’t want to disturb Justin. The little house is only one story, so the kitchen isn’t very far away, but Greg stops at an open door. It’s the room they’ve set up for the baby. They aren’t finding out the gender until its born, so they settled on yellow walls. Neither of them are particularly good at interior decorating, so there’s no proper colour scheme. It would look a disjointed mess to some, but to Greg, its homely. Its what a kid’s room should look like. He shakes himself out of his reverie and continues on to the kitchen.
He’ll make breakfast. That’ll be a nice surprise for Justin when he wakes up. Full English seems like a good idea. Greg’s been expanding his cooking abilities since getting together with Justin. Living with an Arthurian knight is certainly an experience. A pregnant Arthurian Knight is something else entirely. Greg may be all for trying new recipes, but he draws the line at rabbit and pheasant. Those were definitely the worst of Justin’s cravings.
Greg’s just dishing everything up when Justin pads into the kitchen. He’s still rubbing sleep from his eyes and his shirt- read Greg’s shirt- has ridden up to show off his rounded belly.
“What are you doin’ up, darlin’?” Greg asks.
Justin chuckles. “I believe I smell breakfast.”
“Yeah, which yer supposed to be havin’ in bed.”
“My apologies. Would you like for me to take it to bed?”
“No. You go back to bed, and I’ll bring it to ya. What would you like to drink?”
“Do we still possess orange juice?”
“Yep. You get yourself back to bed and I’ll bring it on in.”
Justin smiles and presses a kiss to Greg’s lips before waddling back towards the bedroom. Greg watches him leave. Grinning like an idiot, he pours out the orange juice and sets it on the tray table with the plate. Very carefully he carries it into the bedroom. Justin pouts at him when he enters.
“Your offspring seems to find amusement in assaulting my innards.”
“Sorry, darlin’.” Greg grins. He sets the tray down beside Justin. He’s too far along for it to be anywhere near his lap. Justin smiles ruefully and rubs his belly.
“I hope you plan to eat as well.”
Greg ruffles his hair affectionately. “Don’t you worry. I just ain’t riskin’ carrying two trays at once.”
“A wise plan.” Justin grins.
“Smartass.” Greg retorts as he goes to get his own breakfast.
It takes some work to comfortably fit two grown men, two food trays and a baby bump onto the bed, but they manage it. Greg lazily scrolls through his phone as he eats. Though he’s taken a sabbatical from the League until the baby’s born, he likes to keep up to date with the goings on.
“Any noteworthy news on our compatriots?” Justin asks.
“Nope. Seems like as soon as we’re outta action, everythin’ goes quiet.”
“That seems to me like a preferable outcome. I do not desire for you to be called away.” Justin says. A flicker of worry crosses his face and his hand presses tightly against his belly.
“Aw, darlin’,” Greg sighs and wraps his arms around the knight, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna be here as long as you need me.” His hand intertwines itself with Justin’s against his belly.
Justin smiles wanly. “You cannot stay with me if you are called to action. I will not have it.”
Greg laughs. “Of course not. I’m not going to dishonour you or the little one.”
“You tease me.”
“Just a little.”
Justin pouts. Then he leans his head against Greg’s shoulder. With a mischievous grin, Greg rolls up Justin’s shirt to expose his rounded belly. Justin shakes his head with a sigh. Greg traces the dark stretch marks that dart over his skin with a cheeky smirk.
“I do not understand you fascination with these markings.” Justin complains.
Greg shrugs. “Because you look gorgeous like this. You’re glowin’ and these,” He pokes at a mark for emphasis, “Show that the baby’s healthy and growin’.”
“You make a compelling argument.”
“Darn right I do.”
“Greg, you are ridiculous and somehow, I love you anyway.”
“I love you too, Justin.”