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Drabble 1: Laundry
“Want help?” Alfred asked, wrapping his arms around Arthur’s torso and resting his hands on Arthur’s baby bump, as was habit for him.
“I hardly need it.” Arthur replied softly, continuing to go about folding some of the clean dishcloths and placing them into the proper kitchen drawer.
Alfred shrugged, massaging Arthur’s tummy, “Just thought I’d ask.”
“Yes and I appreciate it, love, but the majority of what I need help folding is on the sofa.” Arthur pointed out, placing the last cloth into the drawer and then shifting in Alfred’s arms so that they were facing each other.
Alfred made a face at Arthur, one that very specifically didn’t look thrilled about the task, he pouted, “Do we have to?”
“Yes, Alfred. Plus, you offered.” Arthur replied matter of factly, taking Alfred’s hands off of his belly and walking over to the sofa where the laundry basket full of fresh clothes was.
Alfred groaned and followed Arthur over to the couch, plopping down onto it with a huff.
Arthur rolled his eyes, “What would you rather have done instead? We hardly have anything planned today.”
“Exactly! I was thinking; gym time, lunch time, nap time until the boys get back from school.” Alfred grinned, mindlessly grabbing a few pairs of socks and sorting them then looping them together.
“Yes, well, it will have to be fold time, lunch time, then gym time. I don’t mind watching Peter and Ollie if you want to go to the gym, but I’m not folding all of this myself.” Arthur reiterated, lowering himself onto the sofa and placing his hands on top of his bump.
“Fiiiiinnnneeee,” Alfred whined, grabbing one of Peter’s t-shirts and folding it.
Arthur sat and watched for a moment, his hands still placed on his stomach.
“Uh, you’re gonna help right? I bet we can get it done pretty fast with the two of us.”
“Yes, that’s what I was thinking, but I’ve suddenly got two of your offspring kicking the life out ribcage.” Arthur said breathlessly, leaning his head back against the couch cushions.
Alfred looked like he felt at least a little sorry as he scrambled over to feel and immediately earned kicks to his hands.
“Dude, I will never get tired of that.” Alfred beamed, moving one of his arms to the back of the couch and keeping the other on Arthur’s belly.
Arthur hummed, “Well, that makes one of us.” He joked with a smile.
Alfred laughed and leaned down to press a kiss to Arthur’s lips, enthusiastically kissing him until the omega pulled away.
“Laundry, Alfred.” Arthur insisted.
“Dammit.” Alfred complained, scooting back over to grab something else from the laundry basket. He tossed a pair of his underpants at Arthur’s face with a grin.
Arthur pulled the boxers off of his face and stared at Alfred with a deadpan look, “You’re lucky I’m twenty-four weeks pregnant or I would absolutely get you back for that, my love.”
Alfred snickered, “Good thing, but hey, at least all of the clothes are still nice and warm. I told you getting a dryer was a good idea.”
Arthur rolled his eyes, “Yes, nevermind the absurd electricity increase.”
“Come on, Artie, it’s about time you brits enjoyed some of the comforts of the USA.”
Arthur chuckled, “You win with the a/c and even the bloody drying machine, but I much prefer the comforts of socialized healthcare and holiday time.”
“That’s fair.” Alfred agreed with a laugh, throwing a pair of Ollie’s fire truck pajamas at Arthur to fold.
The couple continued to talk and fold the rest of the clothes in the basket, which took significantly less time than they both thought.
“Soooo, nap time?” Alfred asked next, watching Arthur place one of his shirts into the basket on top of everything else.
“Whatever happened to lunch and gym time?” Arthur asked, shifting the basket onto the coffee table instead of the sofa between them.
“All that folding took it out of me, Artie. I’m rearranging the schedule.”
Arthur rolled his eyes, “Well, I’m rearranging it back. Let’s put all of this away and then make lunch. I’m quite famished. Then you can have your nap.”
“Deal.” Alfred decided, popping up from the couch and grabbing the laundry basket, looking at Arthur who remained sitting, “You’re coming too, right?”
“Clingy, aren’t you?”
Alfred grinned, “Clingy trophy husband is my official title actually.”
Arthur snorted out a laugh, “Oh really?”
“That’s what they call me!”
“Who does?”
“Uh, the media and all that. You know how they can be.” Alfred tried, still smiling.
“Right. Well, clingy trophy husband, would you mind helping me up? It seems that my core isn’t what it used to be nowadays and I can’t seem to figure out why.” Arthur said sarcastically, moving his hands out in front of him for Alfred to take.
Alfred chuckled and put the laundry basket down in order to help Arthur up. He captured the shorter individual in his arms in a hug, rocking them back and forth then pressing a kiss to Arthur’s forehead and then lips.
Arthur pulled away with a smile, “Laundry first, Alf.”
“I know, I know.” Alfred said, grabbing the basket and holding it against his hip so that he could hold Arthur’s hand with his other.
After making it up the stairs—which was one of Arthur’s least favorite things in the world to do, even at only six months pregnant—they went about putting everything where it belonged. What followed was Alfred making lunch for the two of them, and then the realization that they still had a few hours before Peter and Ollie returned home from school.
“You’re welcome to head to the gym now if you would like. I think I’m going to start packing for Feliciano and Ludwig’s wedding on Saturday. That also reminds me, we’ll have to pack Peter and Ollie both an overnight bag to take to Alistar and Francis’.” Arthur informed the alpha as he washed their dishes from lunch.
“Shit, is that on Saturday already?” Alfred popped his head up from where he was placing their leftovers into a reusable container.
Arthur nodded, “As much as I’m not looking forward to even a two hour flight, I know Feli would be devastated if we couldn’t make it.”
“Yeah, but at least we get a mini vacation out of it.” Alfred grinned and winked.
Arthur scoffed and rolled his eyes, “You’re indecent.”
“Hey, I’m never gonna pass up on an opportunity to go to Italy, even if it's just for three days.”
“Yes, but you’ll technically be on duty, you know.”
“I know, it’s gonna be fun, it’s been a while.” Alfred smiled, “At least since last fall fashion week.”
“Yes, that was quite the one to remember.” Arthur laughed, “I’m not sure Kiku Honda enjoyed you embarrassingly fanboying right in front of him.”
“Nah, he didn’t care ‘cause we’re besties now.”
Arthur chuckled, shaking his head, “Yes, I’m sure you are.”