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"Oh, fuck!" Sid complained.
"What? What's happen?" Alarmed, Geno dropped his phone and looked over at where his very pregnant Sidney was standing in the kitchen.
"The baby kicked my bladder and made me piss myself." Sid said, sounding cross.
Geno levered himself up off the couch and meandered over so he could pull Sid into his arms. He rained kisses on to his face.
"Very rude of baby, make you mess." Geno hummed. He dropped carefully to his knees and ran his hands along Sid's bump, ignoring the wet spot seeping into Sid's pants. "You hear, baby, very rude to papa. Have to be nice, he take such good care, love you so much. Should be nice to him."
Sid rolled his eyes, but he was smiling that dopey smile he got whenever Geno talked to the baby. Geno grinned up at him.
"Ok." Sid said, smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "Enough of that, get up here so I can kiss you, and then I need to go clean up and change my pants."
Geno heaved himself up and bent obligingly to kiss Sid properly. And throughly.
"Ok." Sid breathed into Geno's mouth, finally pulling away. "I'm starting to feel gross and sticky, so I really do need to clean up now."
"I help." Geno replied, grinning.
Sid rolled his eyes, but he had trouble putting his socks on now, and sometimes his pants too, so he couldn't exactly deny him.
Geno took advantage of Sid's compliance to fetch a warm washcloth and wipe Sid down by hand.
"You don't need to, G." Sid grumbled, even as he stood obligingly still, naked from the waist down in their bathroom.
"You not want?" Geno replied, contemplating if he could get away with pressing a kiss to Sid's soft cock when he was done.
"Well, no, not exactly." Sid hedged. Geno looked up at him. His cheeks were brushed an adorable shade of pink. Just embarrassment then, that was fine. Geno could work with embarrassment.
"Then I'm help." Geno gave Sid's soft cock a finally wipe and leaned in to press a kiss to it.
"Geno." Sid whined.
"What? It's clean. I'm just wash!" Geno grinned and pressed a second kiss to Sid's cock. Considering Sid had spend the entire first trimester vomiting his guts up, Geno figured a little piss was nothing.
"Yeah, ok." Sid grumbled, his cheeks still flush. "Just help me put my pants on."
Geno helped him put clean socks on first, kissing each of his ankles while Sid sat on the bed, pretending to be cross about the treatment.
Geno happily trailed kisses up each of Sid's legs as he pulled Sid's pants up, a bit disappointed to see Sid's glorious, thick thighs hidden in his loose sweats again. Sid had been foregoing underwear lately, which wasn't entirely unusual, but that it was apparently now because it was entirely uncomfortable against his sensative skin, rather than just preference, was new. Geno had bought him silk underwear and the most comfortable pair of cotton boxers he could fine, but Sid had insisted on going commando, so Geno had shrugged it off and decided it just meant he had easier access to Sid's cock.
"Ok." Sid said with a huff, as he wiggled off their bed to pull his pants that final bit up, his famous ass now likewise obscured. "I'm going to make my sandwich now."
Geno refrained from offering to make it for him. He and Sid had already had more than one argument about Sid "not being an invalid" and "fully capable of taking care of himself". Geno had pointed out that he didn't think Sid was either of those things right now, but had been forced to concede to letting Sid make his own food unless otherwise asked. Sid still let Geno show his love in many other ways.
"I help?" Geno offered, hopeful.
"You can go back to whatever you were doing on your phone." Sid said, biting his lip.
"Just scroll Instagram. Help make food is better for brain, Sid. So much Instagram not good for me." Geno replied, using Sid's own words against him. He was still on his knees from helping Sid get dressed, which he hoped really added to the persuasion.
"Yeah, ok." Sid conceded, finally, tugging at Geno's hands to get him to stand up. "You can help me get things off the high shelves."
They didn't have that many high shelves, at least not ones that Sid couldn't reach, so that really meant Geno would be allowed to cuddle up to Sid from behind, and maybe engage in some light groping.
Geno pressed a happy kiss to Sid's lips, entirely pleased with himself.