Nine Months of Maybe ~ Mpreg (Boyxboy)

Two: I'm Getting Fat, Let's Eat

I wrap a plush blue towel around my waist after I get out of the shower at Javier's house then walk back into his bedroom where he's finishing getting dressed after taking his own shower right before me. I go to his dresser where he has some of my clothes set aside for times like these.

I pull out a pair of white semi-skinny jeans and a blue t shirt along with a pair of boxer-briefs and put those on first. I pull on the shirt, then the jeans, but when I go to buckle them, they fit a little bit tighter than they're supposed to. These fit me fine a month ago. Am I gaining weight?

"Looks like I'm going to have to hit the gym more often. Do you have any pants I can wear? These are too tight," I tell Javier, who nods and takes a pair of his own light wash denim jeans out of another drawer and hands them to me along with a black belt. I pull the jeans over my legs and buckle them just fine, then toss the belt on the bed because the pants aren't as big on me as they used to be, so I won't be needing it. Yup, I definitely need to start working out again.

Javier and I go down to the kitchen together where we can smell the breakfast that was just cooked by his mom and aunt who are serving themselves.

"Oh, I was just about to call you boys in, come eat. After breakfast we're going to start cooking sides for the barbecue. You still want to help, right Keil?" Mrs. De Sousa asks me with a grin.

I smile back at her and grab a plate to get some french toast, bacon, and scrambled eggs, "Absolutely." The four of us sit around the table and eat while his father and uncles eat in the living room where we can hear them talking, laughing, and cursing loudly.

"Javier, while Keil is helping me, maybe you can go out and cut the grass for me," Javi's mom tells more than asks him as we finish eating and put our plates and silverware in the dishwasher. Javi groans and pulls me back to him in his chair, effectively lifting me onto his lap.

"It's hot out there, though," he whines and puts his cheek against my back, hugging me tightly around the waist.

"It still needs done, and you'll have no excuse not to do it. Bye, now," his mom is rather sassy sometimes, but she's super nice so it's fine. Javi sighs and gives me a kiss on the back of my neck before standing us up and leaving the room to go start what his mom asked of him.

"Okay, sweetie, everything is already washed, so can you start cutting this fruit?" Mrs. De Sousa asks me, leading me over to section of the counter where there's a fairly large pile of uncut fruit from strawberries to cantaloupe to pineapple and a few different knives. I nod and pull the 4 pound carton of strawberries towards me and start cutting the tops out of them, then slicing them in half and putting them on the empty sectioned fruit tray nearby. It takes about twenty minutes to finish the strawberries, since I'm not really in any hurry, then I move onto the pineapple where, thankfully, they have a specialized cutter.

After finishing all of the fruit after about an hour and a half, I'm more than ready to be done. I throw the peels and rinds into the compost bag and wash my hands and arms because of where the juice ended up going all over.

"Anything else?" I ask Javi's mom, only to get distracted when the sliding back door opens and a sweaty, shirtless Javier comes in to grab a water bottle out of the fridge. He chugs about half of it then smiles at me and leaves the room, probably to get another shower.

"Not right now, but if I need something else I'll tell you," Mrs. De Sousa tells me and a give her a quick 'okay' before hurrying down the hall after Javi.

"What are you doing? I need to take a shower, I'm all sweaty. You can go back to my room until I'm done if you want," he tells me, putting a hand on my shoulder to keep me from leaning on him. I sigh and reluctantly go back to his room to wait until he's finished.