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They’re in bed together, the soft glow of Tommys blue LED lights casting over the room. Wilbur’s hugging one of Tommy’s legs and isn’t showing signs of letting up anytime soon. Tommy doesn't mind, he’s too busy watching netflix.
Wilbur shucks his shirt up just a little — enough to expose Tommy’s stomach but not enough to expose his chest — and starts pressing little kisses over Tommys pale stomach where a small bump is just barely starting to show.
He starts just below where Tommy’s shirt starts and carefully kisses his way over Tommy’s belly. It’s not sexual in any way. It's far from it. Just gentle kisses being pressed to his boyfriend's belly.
Tommy puts his phone down on the pillow beside him and smiles down at Wilbur. The brunet is lost in his own world. He reaches out and threads his fingers through curly locks, smile only growing softer when that catches Wilbur’s attention and he looks up at Tommy.
“Hi,” Tommy whispers, “Having fun?”
Wilbur hums in response. Tommy feels it vibrate through his stomach and into his chest.
“I can’t wait to meet them,” Says Wilbur (who is still holding onto Tommy’s leg for dear life). This time Tommy hums.
“It's so surreal that there's an actual human being growing inside me,” Its been 10 weeks and Tommy’s still struggling to wrap his head around it. He never would’ve thought that this would be happening to him. As a trans man, it wasn’t exactly in his cards to be falling pregnant (especially at 18). But now that it's happening and he’s already 15 weeks, he knows he wouldn’t want it any other way.
But he also knows that without Wilburs support he wouldn’t have even considered keeping the baby. He’s endlessly grateful that its Wilbur he's doing this with and not someone else entirely.
“I love you so much,” Wilbur whispers to Tommy. He finally lets go of Tommys leg and crawls his way up the bed so he is face-to-face with Tommy. He presses a kiss to Tommy's nose as his arm snakes around Tommys bare waist, “I’m so happy that it’s you who’s making me a dad.”
“Without your cum you wouldn’t be a dad,” says Tommy as he toys with Wilbur’s baby curls, “so thank yourself.”
“You’re doing all the work, love. I’m not taking any credit.”
Tommy only hums. They've had this conversation so many times now. Wilbur’s doing so much more than he thinks he is and Tommy just wants him to realise it. But his efforts are futile.
He gives Wilbur’s lips a quick peck and bumps their foreheads together. His eyes fall closed as he melts into the feeling of Wilbur’s thumb rubbing gentle patterns into his side.
“I love you,” he tells Wilbur. He doesn't say it often, and when he does say it it fills him with deep anxiety. His ex-boyfriend made sure he’d have issues surrounding those simple words for the rest of his life possibly. But he knows Wilbur needs to hear it sometimes, no matter how much he reassures Tommy he doesn't. Tommy knows he does.
“I love you too, baby.”