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Remember how back at the beginning of the year I wrote those couple of little baby!sarah ficlets? Yeah... well... she's back and this time, Christian has
Steve stumbled bleary-eyed into the kitchen, staring at Christian. "What you doing?"
"We got any bananas?" Christian asked, ignoring Steve's question as he continued rummaging through the cupboard. He cried out in delight and pulled out a tin of tuna.
"Bananas?"
"Yes, Steve. Bananas. Yellow fruit. Long. Curved. You peel it to eat it. Sometimes bad pornos use them to.."
"I know what a banana is, Christian" Steve interrupted, scratching his head as he watched Christian open the tuna, empty it into a bowl and mix it with mayonnaise.
"Do we have any?"
"Um... I'm not sure. They'll be in the fridge if we do."
Christian nodded and dipped his finger into the tuna, sucking it off with a wet pop as he crossed the kitchen and flung the fridge door open. "Yes! He exclaimed happily, turning around and waving the bananas at Steve before taking one and moving back to the bowl of tuna. He quickly peeled the banana then chopped and mashed it, before mixing it in with the tuna and mayo.
A choked noise, somewhere between a laugh and a retch comes
from Steve; his eyes wide. "Tu... tuna and banana?"
Christian looked up and smiled at Steve. "Want some?"
"Uh... no. That's... no...." He snorted and shook his head. "Are you sleepwalking again?"
"I don't think so," Christian frowned and shook his head, dipping his spoon into the tuna, mayonnaise and banana mixture.
"No, you don't normally talk when you're sleepwalking. But... tuna and banana's a little... it's an unusual mixture, don't you think? Anyone would think you were preg..." he trailed off, jaw snapping shut before falling open again. He narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to one side, staring closely at Christian. He walked over to Christian, taking hold of his arm and turing him to face him, running his hand over his stomach, eyes widening at the gentle swelling. "Are you... Christian, are you pregnant?"
Christian squeezed his eyes shut, clenched his jaw and nodded.
Steve exhaled heavily, his legs turning to jelly and depositing him on the floor. "You're pregnant. You're... you... we... fuck..."
"That's pretty much how it happened yeah," Christian agreed, kneeling down in front of Steve, hands resting on his thighs. "Steve, breath. You're hyperventilating. Please don't pass out on me, darlin. Just breath."
Steve whimpered softly and forced himself to breath, his eyes not leaving Christians. "When were you planning on telling me?" he asked, pulling a face as Christian ate another spoonful from the bowl
Christian blushed, his gaze dropping to the floor. "You hate me," he said softly. "I'm sorry, Steve." His voice wavered, his eyes filling with tears.
"I don't hate you," Steve promised, leaning forward and kissing Christian. "I... it's... your pregnant."
"I'm pregnant," Christian confirmed. He tucked the bowl under his arm and pushed himself to his feet, holding a hand out to Steve and pulling him upwards. Still holding onto his hand, he lead Steve back to their bedroom, quietly pointing out it was 4am. He motioned for Steve to sit down, then wriggled to sit against him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Let's try this again," he said softly, his hand cupping Steve's cheek, meeting his eyes. "Steve, there's something I need to tell you - in about 5 and a half months, you're going to be a daddy..."
Steve stumbled bleary-eyed into the kitchen, staring at Christian. "What you doing?"
"We got any bananas?" Christian asked, ignoring Steve's question as he continued rummaging through the cupboard. He cried out in delight and pulled out a tin of tuna.
"Bananas?"
"Yes, Steve. Bananas. Yellow fruit. Long. Curved. You peel it to eat it. Sometimes bad pornos use them to.."
"I know what a banana is, Christian" Steve interrupted, scratching his head as he watched Christian open the tuna, empty it into a bowl and mix it with mayonnaise.
"Do we have any?"
"Um... I'm not sure. They'll be in the fridge if we do."
Christian nodded and dipped his finger into the tuna, sucking it off with a wet pop as he crossed the kitchen and flung the fridge door open. "Yes! He exclaimed happily, turning around and waving the bananas at Steve before taking one and moving back to the bowl of tuna. He quickly peeled the banana then chopped and mashed it, before mixing it in with the tuna and mayo.
A choked noise, somewhere between a laugh and a retch comes
from Steve; his eyes wide. "Tu... tuna and banana?"
Christian looked up and smiled at Steve. "Want some?"
"Uh... no. That's... no...." He snorted and shook his head. "Are you sleepwalking again?"
"I don't think so," Christian frowned and shook his head, dipping his spoon into the tuna, mayonnaise and banana mixture.
"No, you don't normally talk when you're sleepwalking. But... tuna and banana's a little... it's an unusual mixture, don't you think? Anyone would think you were preg..." he trailed off, jaw snapping shut before falling open again. He narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to one side, staring closely at Christian. He walked over to Christian, taking hold of his arm and turing him to face him, running his hand over his stomach, eyes widening at the gentle swelling. "Are you... Christian, are you pregnant?"
Christian squeezed his eyes shut, clenched his jaw and nodded.
Steve exhaled heavily, his legs turning to jelly and depositing him on the floor. "You're pregnant. You're... you... we... fuck..."
"That's pretty much how it happened yeah," Christian agreed, kneeling down in front of Steve, hands resting on his thighs. "Steve, breath. You're hyperventilating. Please don't pass out on me, darlin. Just breath."
Steve whimpered softly and forced himself to breath, his eyes not leaving Christians. "When were you planning on telling me?" he asked, pulling a face as Christian ate another spoonful from the bowl
Christian blushed, his gaze dropping to the floor. "You hate me," he said softly. "I'm sorry, Steve." His voice wavered, his eyes filling with tears.
"I don't hate you," Steve promised, leaning forward and kissing Christian. "I... it's... your pregnant."
"I'm pregnant," Christian confirmed. He tucked the bowl under his arm and pushed himself to his feet, holding a hand out to Steve and pulling him upwards. Still holding onto his hand, he lead Steve back to their bedroom, quietly pointing out it was 4am. He motioned for Steve to sit down, then wriggled to sit against him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Let's try this again," he said softly, his hand cupping Steve's cheek, meeting his eyes. "Steve, there's something I need to tell you - in about 5 and a half months, you're going to be a daddy..."