Nigel hated being pregnant.
People treated you like gold when you had a kid in you and a mate mark on your neck, yeah, but they’d also try to touch your fucking stomach like they had any goddamn right. They’d ask personal fucking questions and ask about the due date, which fuck them if they thought he’d share.
Then he’d go home and remember why he got pregnant in the first place.
Adam lit up when he walked in the door now and always, his hands came to Nigel’s belly immediately, and the thorough scenting after any time apart made Nigel’s hole ache.
Adam was an expert at taking him apart after and making Nigel forget why he was so mad in the first fucking place.
With Adam he loved being pregnant, and only Adam.
He hoped the little thing inside him had Adam’s eyes.
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