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You stand in front of the mirror, wishing Amir was here to make you feel better. He would tell you that you are beautiful and glowing. Not that Dunk does not tell you those things constantly, but you want an honest opinion and not someone who will tell you what you want to hear. Amir can be brutally honest when he wants to be. If you were honest with yourself, it is not Amir you are missing.
Hesitating for a moment, you decide to call him. You know he will tell you all the sweet nothings that you can tolerate. You go to find your phone. Leaving the bathroom, you step into the bedroom and instantly see your phone charging on the nightstand. Dunk must have gone and got it for you before he left to run errands and do the grocery shopping.
Right now you are supposed to be taking a nap, but you could not get comfortable. The baby bump has become so uncomfortable. You will never understand how women with larger bumps can do it. Your little bump makes every position uncomfortable. None of your favorite clothes fit anymore. Everyone around you stares at the bump and does not seem to acknowledge your existence.
Picking up the phone, you start a FaceTime call. Waiting for the call to connect, you fluff your hair and try to wiggle into a somewhat bearable position on the bed. Still waiting, you become nervous, wondering if he is busy with other things. As you are about to hang up and sulk, the ringing stops, and you hear the sound of rustling on the other end.
You hear him before you see him. “Hey, Cool Kid.” There, smiling at you with his ridiculously enormous smile full of sharp, pointy teeth is Freddy.
“Hey, Freddy.”
“You okay? You rarely call this early in the day for you.” He is studying your video feed, and you cannot force yourself to fake that you are okay.
“I’ve been better. I think I’m just sick of being pregnant.”
“Ah. Only a couple more weeks, right?”
“Yeah, but it feels like years. I can’t fit into any of my soft, comfy clothes anymore. Every position is uncomfortable. Dunk’s sweetness is driving me crazy. I feel hideous in every way imaginable.”
“Well, you still look super sexy from what I can see.” You grin despite yourself. “Should I come visit before the baby comes instead of waiting until after?”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t have to, but I will if you want me to because I want you to be happy.”
You make a non-committal grunt as you try to lie down comfortably on your side. “What have you been up to lately?”
His brow furrows, but he allows the change of subject. “Been doing a bit of traveling. Trying out some new food places for the blog.”
“Have you done any more cooking vids?”
That pulls a chuckle from him. “I’ve been editing one. You want to see what I got or wait until I’m done?”
“I will wait until you are ready for the world to see the next episode of ‘Furry Chef’. Are you still popular?”
“More popular every day. People think it's a costume, which is making the restaurant reviews a lot more fun. I can just be myself.”
“That’s great, Freddy. I told you things wouldn’t be that weird. If Nightmare can make it in this world, then you will be perfectly fine.”
“I don’t know, Cool Kid. You haven’t read my fan mail. Some spicy stuff in there.”
“Trying to make me jealous?”
“You know I only have eyes for you.”
“I know.” There is a long pause. “I miss you.”
“You saw me not even a couple months ago.”
“I know. It’s not enough.”
“Hmm. You want me to change that? I told you, I want you to be happy.”
“And I told you not to trouble yourself.” You hear a car pull into the driveway. “Huh, that’s weird.”
“What’s weird, Cool Kid?”
“I think Dunk’s back, but it is way too soon for that.”
“Maybe he messaged you, but you missed it since you are on the call.”
“Maybe.”
“Check, I’ll wait.”
You move through the different windows on your phone and sure enough, you have messages from Dunk.
Dunk: Hey, beautiful. Before I do the shopping and errands, I thought you’d like a surprise.
Dunk: Stopping by with your surprise now. Then I will go and run those errands and let you have some peace.
While you read, the front door opens. Then it sounds like someone coming up the stairs. It sounds heavy and much slower than Dunk, who usually takes multiple steps at a time as he races up them.
You call out to Dunk. “You better not have gotten more gym equipment and insist on carrying it up yourself. We could call Dasha or Kris to help.”
The door to the bedroom opens, and you look up to see a tall mountain of fur watching you from the doorway. “Hey, Cool Kid.” You push at the bed trying to right yourself as your feet kick trying to find purchase to move towards him. “Hey, hey.” In three steps he has moved over to the bed and sits on the edge to keep you from getting up. “You are supposed to be relaxing and taking it easy.”
Tears prick your eyes. “Freddy.”
He frowns and his hands move towards you, but stop before touching you. “Do you want me to leave?”
You let out a sob and a hiccup. “No! No. I’m so happy you’re here.”
He lets out a sigh of relief. You watch as he kicks off his shoes, and then he is scooping you up to take you into what used to be the home gym. Now inside is a large comfy bed for Freddy’s upcoming visit. Early in your pregnancy, you and Dunk prepped everything for the nursery. With Freddy coming and having both men in the house, it was decided that the crib could be rolled into whichever room it needed to be in while Freddy was visiting. Each bed is complete with reclining features for you while pregnant and nursing.
Freddy sits on the bed with you in his lap, and he hands you the bed control to watch you put it into a recline. Putting the remote back on the nightstand, he shuffles the two of you back onto the bed for him to recline against it and you to be in his arms.
“Freddy, no. I’m too heavy.”
The yeti snorts. “Cool Kid, you have never been and will never be too heavy to be on top of me. Or under me, for that matter.”
“Was this your idea or Dunk’s?”
“This is all Shuttlecock’s idea. I didn’t argue. He said the mood swings have gotten rough on you.”
You nod against his clothed chest before you growl in frustration. “Shirt off.”
“Whatever you say.” He sits you on his lap as he leans up and takes his shirt off. “Yours too?”
You nod, and he lifts your shirt up and over your head for you. Settling back on the bed, your hands stroke his furry chest with one hand as your head sinks into the fluff. “Anyway, Dunk thought we could tag team taking care of you and the baby when it comes. I agreed. So here I am.”
“You both are too sweet.”
“Remember that during labor.” You whine. “Sorry, I know you’re scared.” One of his hands strokes your back while the other pushes your hair away from your face. “We are all scared about that. Whatever happens, we will be there for you.”
“I love you both.”
“We love you. And all three of us are going to love this baby.”
Your hand settles on your bump. The thing you hate, love, and fear the most at this moment. Freddy’s hand rests on yours. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, Cool Kid.”