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Glancing to the clock on the bedside table, frowned at the time. O' three hundred hours. The Kel Dor was not a nocturnal species. Unless they were pregnant apparently. Between the restless baby and the nausea sleep was impossible. Sometimes he wished the Kel Dor species could vomit, but alas that was not the case. Logically he knew why, to throw up would be a death sentence for a Kel Dor, whether or not they were in the correct air conditioning for them. Still if it was possible for him, it might help stop the incessant nausea. Huffing a laugh, he turned his head towards his sleeping and snoring partner. If there was one perk of not being able to breathe oxygen it was he never snored. Still Wolffe was quite cute in his sleep. Drooling softly, eyes blissfully closed, and loud snores that could be heard from the hall. He looked so much younger, and ten times as peaceful. His Eirene.
Quieting a laugh he pressed a hand to his curved tummy. "Let's hope you don't have your daddy's snoring little one. Let's hope you're like mummy." he spoke to his bump. The restless child moved as if they heard their mother's words. "Someone's active tonight, aren't you little wolf." whispering to his cub. Lightly following his child's movements with his hand when a sharp kick was delivered. Gasping he as lightly as possible press down a bit harder on his stomach. Shocked he giggled in delight, yes he had felt his child moving before but this was the first time the little bugger kicked. As if feeling their mother's joy they kicked again and again. It was the weirdest feeling, not painful but not pleasant either. Still it brought him great joy.
No longer stunned by the kicking, he frantically began shaking his mate awake, wanting to share the development with him. Wolffe the ever light sleeper took longer to wake then he'd like. But the moment his eyes were open he was wide awake. Wolffe looked around in panic before finally looking down at him, "Plo are you alright? Is the baby okay?" Wolffe asked in a panic. Plo should've thought through waking is partner in the middle of the morning but he was just too excited to wait. "I'm fine Wolffe, so is the baby. I just needed to tell you something." he said calming down the man. Wolffe sighed, "you scared me, I thought something was wrong." Plo apologetically patted his thigh before he began to struggle his way into a sitting position. Wolffe luckily noticed his struggle and guided him up. He out of breath from the simple move, rested his head upon Wolffe's shoulder. The clone glanced over at him before asking, "What was the reason for waking me, my Milo?" he asked.
Plo smiled before nuzzling into Wolffe's neck, enjoying the scent of his mate, "The baby kicked for the first time." Wolffe stared at him before silently moving his hand over in belly. A few moments passed before the babe gave a huge, sharp, painful kick to their father's hand causing him to grimace. Wolffe stared in wonder at his belly before looking to his face, the look of wonder his frozen to his face. Another harsh kick came from the unborn infant causing him to flinch.
Wolffe still in wonder looked back to his belly. Leaning down so his face is mere inches from the skin began whispering to the child, "Let's not kick so hard cub, you're hurting mummy." Plo laughed but felt the baby calm and deliver a softer punch. Wolffe noticing that his husband was distracted gently laid them back down on the soft bed, moving him so his belly was resting on soft pillows and his head was tucked to the crook of his neck with his legs comfortably bent on the cozy blankets. Together they settled down and watch their child give light, feathery soft kicks and punchs inside his belly. Noticeably his nausea had disappeared. Wolffe began to hum a gentle lullaby that he recognized as a popular clone drinking song. "Are you seriously singing a drinking song to our child, Eirene" he asked with fake outrage. Wolffe acted offended but let out a small chuckle, "What it's a good song and they can't understand let alone know it's drinking, Milo." he said in good nature teasing. Plo sighed dramatically but laid his head back down. Wolffe placed a kiss on his temple before leaving a kiss on his mask, it was the closest thing to kiss they had because of his mask. Oh what he'd give to breathe the same air as his lover or even have a mouth with real lips, he'd happily poison himself to kiss his Eirene. "I'll call maintenance to come fix the atmosphere chamber in the morning to you don't have to sleep in your mask, I know how uncomfortable it is for you." Wolffe said before he when back to humming. The unborn infant had settled to sleep all the kicking took his energy. Soon he and Wolffe both began to doze off as well. Leaning up to touch his mask to his lips, giving Wolffe his version of a peck before settling back into the beginning stage of sleep.
"Goodnight my peace"
"Goodnight my mercy"
Together, both he and Wolffe dropped into shared sleep. Plo to his Eirene and Wolffe next to his Milo. Their little wolf safe and sound asleep in his mother's womb, tucked between his daddy and mummy already loved so much.