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A certain crescent was sitting idly at the foot of a certain bed, its size comically ginormous in comparison to the other pieces of furniture that encompassed its circumference. The old mattress creaked at every tiny, insignificant movement that was initiated, the frame slightly rocking whenever the individual would uncomfortably shift his body. He tried not to allow a small groan to slip, attempting desperately to evade any sign of this… rather pathetic state.
His lower set of hands held the covers firmly in their fists; the higher slowly skimmed over the rounded bulge that currently signified his abdomen, fingers twitching, as if searching for something. His lips parted but a fraction, drawing in a deep, shuddering inhale, which failed to be released. His brow furrowed, singular eye squinting as he stubbornly stared down at his stomach, not too pleased by the manner in which the hem of his shirt hiked up above his waist. Right… maternity clothing… he'd completely forgotten.
He barely flinched at the sensation of familiar claws traveling hauntingly up his back, gently scraping his sensitive skin, making him shiver. An affectionate warmth spread throughout his chest, momentarily distracting him from his predicament, one that he'd had no choice but to accept. When they reached his shoulders, they gently grasped them, proceeding to conduct the same, wondrous massage he'd been undergoing for months.
Lips brushed against his cheek. ".. hey, baby.." the ammonite spoke, her tone the softest, most considerate he'd ever witnessed. His cheeks flushed bright blue as he could feel her breath graze his neck, the illuming of his body growing stronger for a few seconds. She didn't pause in her hands' maneuvering, rolling her thumbs in the attentive, adroit fashion he always found himself seeking. ".. Everything okay?"
The inquiry caused his blush to intensify, somehow, and he couldn't help but shyly bite his lip. His fingers continued to twitch upon his stomach, moving faster when she swiftly pressed her mouth to his fur, kissing him in that certain way of hers. The way that told him she was drinking in his scent, absorbing it, simultaneously letting him know that she was there for him. He could feel the lightness in his chest consequently descend downwards, which he quickly tried to intercept.
"-Ah, yes.." came his voice, breathy, nervous, wholly vulnerable. ".. a- apologies, did I seem to be sulking..?" His iris was practically burning a hole into his pregnancy at this rate, a raw, throbbing puncture that made his breath catch. Seemingly thousands of emotions flooded his brain, a vast plethora he could scarcely keep up with. One minute he was melancholy, the next embarrassingly stirred, and now he could feel tears pricking at the corner of his eye. What was the matter with him??
There was an expected, cautious silence before his partner responded. "Yeah. Sorta." He bit his lip again, harder, immediately opening his mouth to apologize when she simply kissed him once more, rendering him speechless for the time being. As if she knew what he was about to do. As if she always knew.
A single claw made its way up his cheek, combing though the black, knotted strands of his fur, then past his long eyelashes and to the liquid forming above. It then tenderly swiped the tears elsewhere, causing a faint gasp to escape him, his face flushing the brightest it had so far. He shut his mouth, bottom lip trembling as he narrowly suppressed a sob, sniffling a little as he succumbed to her loving touches. So emotional, over this??..
"It's okay, Moony…" she cooed, lifting her other hand to playfully tap his rapidly sparkling star. "Is anything hurting? You hungry?" She enunciated her syllables so casually, as if this was normal, as if he was normally worth this much concern… he could barely take it. He shakily brought up a hand to wipe his nose, briskly moving to vocalize an answer.
"N- no.. I-.. I just-" It felt like his throat was closing up on him, all four of his arms beginning to tremble as he slowly processed the amount of love he most definitely did not deserve. "-it.. i- it's not i- im- important.." He sniffled again, louder, more tears accumulating and thus sliding down his face.
The fossil gave a thoughtful hum. "Astro…" He shuddered greatly at that, squeezing his eye shut in an aim to block out the sight of his quandary, chest shaking and heaving as a cascade of pathetic noises emanated from him. And she just remained, still caressing his hot cheeks, still being his girlfriend, still letting him know she was there. "… what's wrong?" Behind her, her dinosaur tail slowly swished back and forth, a particularly soothing movement.
It felt like he could barely breathe- though the hindrance lessened when she kissed him for the third time, letting her lips run affectionately down his neck to his collarbone. Reluctantly, he opened his eye, his purple iris watery and blurry with the multitude of tears now trickling off his chin. He wasn't surprised when she wiped them away again, despite the action causing his glow to nearly flashbang the both of them. If he focused, he could hear Shelly giggle. He blushed.
"I.. it-… y- you- hic.. k- know…" he quietly admitted, his voice sheepish, utterly abashed. His partner only hummed once again, gently pushing him backward so he was leaning on her chest, her arms descending to wrap fondly around his swelling middle.
"Oh, Moony.." she whispered, her voice starkly contrasting his, warm and strong and no doubt of the utmost solicitude. ".. everything's gonna be okay, sweetheart… I still love you, and I never will stop loving you, mmkay? You're my baby.. other than this one." A claw lightly poked at the bulge, just enough pressure to make his radiance act up again. A small, broken chuckle sifted from his throat in response, glancing back to the creature forming within him. Well, not exactly a creature… a child. Their child.
"If there's anything you need, I'm here.." she went on, dropping her head lovingly within the curve of his neck. ".. but, I promise, everything will be okay… I love you so much, sweet boy…" Her voice slightly wavered, as if being overcome by her own sentiments, although discreet. Meanwhile, the moon was teetering on the edge of, what? Entirely succumbing to the sobs now viciously wracking his form? He didn't know.
"You can cry.." And, of course, she had something to say about it. "You can get everything out.. I don't mind.." She inhaled deeply, once more soaking up his scent, claws now gently rubbing circles against his stomach. And then, she kissed him again, then again, then again. Mumbling another statement of irrefutable devotion into his ear. ".. I love you.."
That was it. Of course he was now sobbing indefinitely, of course there was now a disgusting mixture of snot and tears cascading down his face, of course he had turned himself around so he could cry into her shoulder. His arms outstretched forward, desperately reaching for her, an embrace that was not failed to be reciprocated. Her claws wrapped around him, her scarred arms and her tail and everything. All, despite the slight blockage of his carrying.
And even when he'd finally ceased in his odd sorrow, his sobs and cries letting up, leaving nothing but a tear-streaked cheek and a runny nose, her presence remained. Even when he grew expectantly silent, an enigmatic expression falling upon his previously distressed countenance, his eye slowly, dazedly blinking. Even when he gradually lied down beside her, his head yet remaining atop her chest, his damp cheek squishing against a strap of her overalls. Even when he didn't move, for likely hours, eventually falling asleep as he usually did.
She was still there, fiddling with the end of his nightcap, affectionately running her fingers over their upcoming gift. Why? Well… the answer to that might just make him cry again.