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A hand rubbed over the taut skin of his belly, Gong Jun's long fingers stroking gently.
"I can feel her kicking."
He snorted. "She's not kicking."
"I can feel it anyway."
"Must be a pretty special talent, laogong, if you can feel things that aren't - ow."
Gong Jun laughed, pressing a kiss to Zhehan's shoulder. "See," he said, smiling smugly. "She recognizes me."
"She'd better." Zhehan sighed, turning on his side with grunt, the satin sheets rubbing against his skin, the pain rolling up the side of his back. He tried to turn his ankles, expecting little cracking sounds that never came, instead just a sharp, sudden pang.
He hissed.
Gong Jun glanced up at him, frowning. "Everything okay?" he asked.
Zhehan sighed, trying to burrow in deeper into the pillow. "Yeah," he said. True enough; the baby was a miracle, something he'd prayed for over and over again, feeling stupid every time he did - of course it wouldn't happen, of course it was just a helpless dream, but he needed a few of those, lately.
He felt a little insane, every day, staring at himself in the mirror, the curve of his belly, wondering in what of the murmured moments of junjun, get me pregnant, she'd happened, which god counted that as prayer.
He just wished she came without the swollen ankles and back pain.
Gong Jun raised an eyebrow.
"My feet hurt." He whined into it, the pout curling his bottom lip.
Gong Jun laughed. "Okay," he said, clicking his phone off half-way through a post, setting it down on the nightstand with a thunk. "Come on, then."
Zhehan huffed, pressing himself deeper into the bed as Gong Jun moved down, Gong Jun tugging his feet into his lap.
He moved slowly, methodologically, long fingers cradling the heel of his foot. Gentle, soft motions, careful to avoid his pinky, the areas near his ankle - he'd read it could cause too early contractions, maybe, he'd watched too many videos before daring to try it on Zhehan, too scared of something going wrong.
Zhehan exhaled, a long, low groan. "How are you so good at this?"
"Because you complain too much otherwise," Gong Jun answered, smiling.
Zhehan hummed, not bothering to argue - and ah, he must be really tired, then, from the baby kicking all night, enough to fall half-asleep, breathing slowing deep and easy. Gong Jun pried himself off the bed, flicking the light off before crawling back in, moving
He kissed the curve of Zhehan's ankle, lips trailing up the soft skin of his calves, resting his head on Zhehan's thighs, staring up at the full belly. He wondered, if he stared long enough, if he could see her move, see the shape of her arms and little legs and perfect head.
Zhehan's fingers ran through his hair, tugging at him in protest. He chuckled, forcing himself up. Right. Shouldn't fall asleep there, probably bad for him.
"Happy now?" he murmured, nuzzling into Zhehan's shoulder.
Zhehan blinked his eyes open, squinting at Gong Jun in the dim light. "Mmhmmm."