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[doubled_speed]

Oh wow, their... their kid must be growing right there, right? Oh god. Tommy can't help how his hand shakes with nervousness. What if he does this all wrong?

"I don't know how to be a good dad."

[garrrr]

Gar keeps his hand on Tommy's and he closes his eyes content with this.

"I'm scared too, Tommy. I barely remember my parents..."

[doubled_speed]

"I think... barely remembering them might be better than the life I've experienced," Tommy whispers. "But... but if I'm gonna have kids, I like that they'd be with you. You're a damn good guy."

[garrrr]

Gar laces their fingers together and it's almost hard to really comprehend that there's a baby growing inside of him, that that's why he's so nauseous and tired -- though, the tired is also the fact he hadn't been able to sleep well for a number of reasons.

"You're a good guy too. You're a good alpha...mate, we'll figure this out" he squeezes his hand. "I missed you so much..."

[doubled_speed]

"You... ran because you were scared I would run," Tommy admits, letting his hand get squeezed. "And... you're probably right. Because I'm an idiot."

[garrrr]

Gar shakes his head. "But you're not running now... you're here where I need you to be."

[doubled_speed]

He is. He is. And that means something.

“Would... it be okay to nest up right now and put my head on your stomach.”

[garrrr]

Gar bites his lip at the request and he is reluctant to pull his hand away from his completely but he nods.

"Of course."

[doubled_speed]

Like Tommy’s hand is coming off of him.

“This is perfect. I could carry you?”

[garrrr]

"Onward my chariot then," Gar grins briefly.

[doubled_speed]

Tommy hums happily and while his hand does have to leave Gar’s stomach, he lifts the man gently. He doesn’t fun fast, he doesn’t want to upset that stomach. So tender, so nervous. Instead he just carries his lover and puts him down gently on the mound of pillows.

[garrrr]

He shifts around and settles once the other put him down on the pillows.

"You're being so good to me."

[doubled_speed]

“I’m... I’m meant to do that,” Tommy counters as he lays down with Gar, curling around his body and putting his head, and a hand, on Gar’s stomach.

“I’ll get you a ring. I should have before this.”

[garrrr]

“Tommy....” Gar says softly, his fingers brushing through Tommy’s hair and idly playing with it.

“You don’t have to do that.”

[doubled_speed]

And if he wants to? If he feels he needs to? Someone tell him how to do this. How to be someone’s partner and everything.

“We’re mates.”

[garrrr]

Gar can’t help but worry that it’s some weird pressure that Tommy’s now putting on himself and not because he actually wants to.

“We are... I just... you don’t have to.”

[doubled_speed]

“And if I want to?” he asks, voice soft. Because he can’t imagine being without Gar. Especially not now.

[garrrr]

“Then I’d love that,” Gar says and he’s speaking just as softly. He curls some of his hair around his index finger. “As long as you want to.”

[doubled_speed]

Tommy shivers slightly in pleasure from the fingers in his hair.

“I marked you, didn’t I?”

[garrrr]

Gar bites his lip at that reminder and his other hand idly went to the spot.

“Yes,” he says. “Sometimes, I guess I still wait for the other shoe to drop.”

Which isn’t on Tommy. Gar came with his own issues and baggage.

[doubled_speed]

"Me too."

Who is to say this isn't the other shoe?

[garrrr]

Maybe it is. Gar exhales a little and his fingers keep petting through Tommy’s hair and something about the others head and hand on his stomach seems to have calmed his nausea a bit for the moment.

“We will figure everything out eventually.

[doubled_speed]

“You think... there is any chance I’ll be good at this? I mean you’re the only one who can tell me how good I am as a partner.”

As a boyfriend. As a potential father. As a lot of things.

[garrrr]

Gar smiles then at that. He leans over to press a light kiss to Tommy's forehead despite the awkward angle before settling back again.

"I know you'll be good at this, Tommy. You're good to me. You'll be good for our baby too, I know it."

Gar believes in the endless potential of Tommy.

[doubled_speed]

Oh what a powerful word that was. Powerful two words. Our baby. Something be both longed for and still didn’t believe. Probably wouldn’t until Gar was showing.

“Our baby. God, Gar. We’re gonna have a kid. We’re barely adults ourselves. We fucked on a rooftop on Boston and both half HOPED to get caught. What are guys like us gonna teach a kid?”

Yeah. Here’s his panic. But he is making NO motion to move.