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Third was undeniably a small boy.
He was short and cute with chubby cheeks and all that shit people kept on telling him just because he was indeed small and it made them feel, some wicked way, powerful.
Tall-ass fuckers.
Sure, he was small but that didn’t mean he was frail or weak or feeble. Not at all.
He was a strong-ass man. He was a scriptwriter for actual movies, he, together with Khai, built their own business. He got Khai to stop sleeping around, all thanks to his strong-minded self. Now he was his, everyone who saw them together could tell he was the one wearing pants in their relationship. He didn’t take shit from him anymore. Khai knew that if he wanted him to stay, he had to walk straight.
And Khai knew it all. He knew Third was not a damsel in distress and didn’t need Khai to fuss over him all the time. He knew Third could take care of himself, also knew that, if needed, he could pack a good punch.
Then why the hell was he gravitating around him, begging to let him carry his bag and to: “Please, slow down Third, you’re nine months pregnant, for fuck’s sake!” As if Third didn’t know he was.
Yes, thank you Khai, he realized there was a watermelon-sized baby inside of him. You know, he grew him. Thank you very much, Khai.
“Khai, I swear to God, if you don’t shut up this very moment, I’m not letting you sleep with me until this baby is born.” Said Third keeping on walking ignoring Khai’s hovering and Bone and Two’s snickering.
Khai didn’t let go.
“You know, I could live with it since this baby is going to be born very soon if you don’t slow down.”
And, ok, Khai was probably right, he shouldn’t be almost running while being so heavily pregnant, he was a bit out of breath. But he wasn’t going to let him win.
He was ok, the baby was still (probably sleeping) and he needed to buy some towels to bring to the hospital since it was almost time for him to deliver.
“Khai I’m good, I swear. I wouldn’t have asked you to come here if I wasn’t.” Third tried to debate for what was the fourth time. Of course, it was of no use.
“Let me at least carry the bag.” Said Khai pointing to the paper bag clutched in Third’s hand.
The shorter boy rolled his eyes, asking whoever was u there to give him the strength to handle his overbearing husband. He stopped and turned around thrusting the bag in Khai’s face.
“Do you know what’s inside this bag?” He asked voice tinged with annoyance. “A fucking lotion for my stretch marks.”
Khai’s face flushed a deep red and he pulled out that sad puppy expression Third loved really, really much. But it didn’t matter how much he wanted to kiss Khai’s face all over, he wouldn’t waver.
“It weighs nothing. Now, could you please stop worrying? I’m really starting to get- oh hey, let’s get a pastry.”
And just like this, he was off, walking to a booth where a woman was selling pastries. Khai following him like a duckling.
Bone and Two stood there open-mouthed, not believing what just happened.
“God bless mood swings.” Said Two shaking his head. Bone eyed him grinning.
“Please, wait at least a year before letting Un knock you up.”
Two choked on his own saliva and, red as a strawberry, hit his friend’s shoulder.
“Stop saying bullshit! I’m not going to. Ever.”
Bone laughed and looked at him with a raised brow but let it go.
“Come on.” He said, “Let’s go save Khai from Third’s wrath.”
“Shouldn’t we be saving Third from Khai?” Asked Two with a raised brow and a sincerely confused expression.
“Man, I have no idea.”
When they reached Third and Khai, they were happily feeding each other pastries, all smiles and sugarcoated looks.
“It’s good, baby, isn’t it?” Was asking Third and Khai was happily nodded.
“Almost as sweet as you, my love.”
Two was going to puke.
Then Third’s face scrunched up and his smile fell. One of his hands flew under his bump, supporting it.
Bone noticed and eyed him worryingly.
“Third are you alright? Is it the baby? Is he coming?”
Third didn’t answer and an alarmed Khai slowly sat him down on one of the chairs situated around the pastries’ booth.
Third slowly exhaled and caressed his stretched belly. Khai’s hand reached his, brows knitted and nervousness in his every move.
“Is it the baby, Third? Are you having contractions?” He asked stroking Third’s lower back with his free hand.
“I think it’s Braxton Hicks.” Answered the shorter breathing slowly.
“Are you sure it’s not actual contractions?” Insisted Kha with the gentlest voice he could muster.
Third thought about it for a moment, then he nodded and relaxed, a sign that the fake contraction has passed.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m ok. He’s still comfortable in there.” He muttered attempting a weak smile. Khai’s eyes looked for any sign of discomfort on Third’s face.
“Maybe we should call the doctor.” Suggested Two quite unsettled by what was unfolding before his eyes. Third shook his head again smiling reassuringly.
“I swear, it’s only Braxton Hicks. I can recognize them by now.”
When Khai was sure Third was ok, he stood and offered his husband a hand.
“Come on, let’s get you home.”
“No.”
Three pairs of wide-open eyes fell on his face.
“Uhm… do I have something on my face?” Asked Third wiping his cheeks.
“Third, isn’t it better for you to go home? What if the baby decides to come now?” Asked Bone worried and clearly shocked by Third’s behavior, but still amazed by the amount of strength this little man had.
“Then I will need those towels.”
Khai, together with Bone and Two, tried to convince him to go home: “We have towels at home, sweety”. But Third wasn’t hearing shit: “They’re not soft enough.”
And in the end, he won and they went to buy his fucking towels, all of them looking at Third as if he was made of glass, irritating him even more.
It was just when the four waved each other off and Khai got Third securely sat in his car, that Third’s face scrunched up again.
“Babe, you good?” Asked Khai, again alarmed.
This time Third didn’t answer, bent on himself, breath punched out of him from the inside.
“Third?!” Khai called him again.
Then Third felt something warm run down his legs.
Third was a strong man, really. He was short and cute but he was strong. But he never felt so vulnerable and in need of a hug as he did at that moment.
“Khai.” He called with a trembling voice. “I think my water just broke. Maybe that wasn’t Braxton Hicks.”
And really, if Third wasn’t in the middle of a contraction and on the verge of tears from the pain, he would have laughed because the way Khai’s face fell and went white as a sheet, was fucking hilarious.
“Your water…” He muttered, processing the new information.
“Oh, God! Your water broke! The Baby is coming! We need to go to the hospital!” He panicked moving around frantically looking for the car keys.
Third, being in his frail state, absorbed his panic and soon they were panicking together, car still in the parking lot and their baby on the way.
When Third started heaving, Khai took control of the situation.
“Breathe with me Third, come on, you’re doing great.” He started breathing deeply hoping Third would mimic his actions.
Third did until his breathing went back to normal. Khai wiped his tears and brought his forehead against Thirds, looking into his eyes. He smiled.
When they both calmed down, Khai started the car and drove them to the hospital while Third called his and Khai’s mothers to let them know he was going into labor.
They entered the hospital and a nurse welcomed them and brought them a wheelchair, helping Third sitting down just in time before another contraction came up.
Khai was frantic, he kept blabbing through Third’s contractions.
“Come on babe. You’re doing great babe. Breathe with me: in, out, in, out.” He motioned while another nurse wheeled them down to his room.
“Khai.” Called Third and the other man got even closer.
“Yes, babe? Do you need anything?”
Third threw him an annoyed glare. “Shut up.”
Khai mimicked zipping his mouth and throwing the kay behind his back.
They settled Third in a room and a doctor came to check on him.
Once they were left alone in the room, Khai brought a chair at the bedside and took one of Third’s hands between his, kissing his knuckles enjoying the peaceful moment between contractions.
Khai smiled stupidly, eyes planted in Third’s.
“We are having a baby.” He whispered.
Third smiled back leaning over for a chaste kiss Khai granted him happily.
“We are.” He whispered back, stroking his bump, now as hard as a rock.
“I love you so much.” Said Khai before another contraction started.
Third’s labor lasted fifteen hours. Fifteen fucking hours sweating, suffering, and screaming against Khai and his stupid ass dick the won against his birth control.
Khai was perfect. He supported Third and let him squeeze his hand to death, took every curse third threw him with a smile. He was everything Third needed and more.
But finally, after fifteen hours and an all-nighter, their baby was born.
A little boy with a fuzzy sprout of brown hair on his head.
Third and Khai fell in love with him the very first moment they saw him, all red and slimy, screaming like an eagle.
They decided to name him Aroon which means ‘dawn’, choosing for him the nickname Dawn because they wanted him to be called that every day.
He was so small with his little nose, and his little hands and his little chubby feet. So small and soft and so frail and vulnerable, completely dependent on Third and Khai.
Third’s heart was so full of his baby. Even if he was absolutely exhausted, he couldn’t stop looking at that small human being that made him a mom. Couldn’t stop smiling at Khai that was looking at him as if he held the sun in his hand.
He kept thanking him and complimenting him, telling him how lucky he was that Third decided not to give up on him. Telling him he made the prettiest baby ever.
Aroon latched like a champ, drinking his milk clenching his little fists. Third melted like a snowflake in summer and couldn’t help but pepper kisses all over his milk-drunk face.
Around two hours after Aroon was born, Third passed him to Khai and tried to catch some sleep.
He closed his eyes with the sight of Khai holding his baby to his chest. He managed to snap a photo of his handsome man holding the small creature before completely surrendering to the exhaustion and falling to sleep.
When he woke up again, there were other voices whispering in the room. He recognized Two’s, Bone’s, and Un’s.
Third was fucking sore and he didn’t really want to see anyone, but he was happy his friends managed to come to visit him, Khai, and their baby.
Khai was telling them about the crazy night they had and how their boy came to the world.
Said baby was laying in his crib, very much awake and gently fussing, unconsciously moving his limbs.
Third picked him up and that’s when his friends noticed he was awake.
“Welcome back to the world, Third. You’re the man of the hour.” Laughed Bone and Third smiled back, too happy to care about his sarcasm.
Khai went to kiss his head and the baby started fussing more in his arms.
“Have you seen him? He’s so cute.” Said Third feeling so fucking proud of his little man.
He lowered the front of his hospital gown and accompanied the baby’s mouth to his nipple. He latched right away and calmed down too busy suckling.
“He is. He’s the prettiest baby ever.” Said Un smiling and snaking an arm around Two’s shoulder, becoming Third’s temporary new favorite person.
They chatted casually until the baby decided he was full and let go of his nipple.
Third laid him across his laps, lazily grazing his full cheeks. God, he loved him so much already.
He adjusted the little hat on his head and raised his eyes on his friends. He individuated Two’s shiny eyes right away.
“Do you want to hold him?” Asked Third and Two nodded throwing Un a small glance.
He stood up and neared the bed. Third adjusted the already sleeping baby in his extended arms and Two sat down on the bed, eyes focused on the small body of the baby as if he was the most precious thing in the world.
“He is so… small.” He whispered adoringly.
Bone snickered at his reverent stare.
“Please man, at least a year. I don’t think I’m ready for a pregnant Two.”
Two and Un flushed a deep red and Third smirked intertwining his fingers with Khai’s.
“Un, slap him, for God’s sake.” Spluttered Two and Un was more than happy to swat the back of Bone’s head.
The room fell in one of those comfortable silences, warm and full of smiles and good emotions.
Khai sat on the bed, close to him, kissing Third’s head every now and then, both of them looking at Two holding their sleeping baby.
Then Two furrowed his brows.
“You know,” he said “he really is a mini Khai. Third, it’s as if you did copy and paste.”
Third let go of Khai’s hand as if it was burning and his face opened in a shocked expression.
“Grew him inside of me for nine whole months, pushed him out for fifteen excruciating hours just to have him coming out looking exactly like his father!” He said outraged and everyone laughed.
“You will have to just keep on trying until one comes out looking like you.” Said Bone laughing and Third’s face scrunched up.
“Un could you please swat him once more? He just keeps on saying bullshit.”
Un was, again, more than happy to accomplice and slap the back of his head another time.