Mew's hardships in order to cater to his pregnant husband's demands.
Mpreg, duh.
This will be OC. Oneshots.
1. There is no specific timeline.
There will be times when Gulf will be 5 months pregnant, or just got pregnant, or just gave birth.
2. The...
[AN: In case you don't know, I have another ff called Debauve. Please read that one also.]
2: Guessing Game
There would be times when Mew dreaded whenever Gulf opens his mouth for a request. Just the other day, Gulf requested for a soccer ball shaped cake at 4 in the morning, and although Mew's eyes were glued with sleep, he researched for personalized cake makers within Bangkok and hoped that they wouldn't yell at him for waking them up.
He did find one for double the price but he didn't hesitate to purchase it.
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Gulf was happy to eat his breakfast that day. His OB had advised him against taking in too much sweets, but Mew just couldn't say no. He dug into his ball shaped cake and devoured half of it within an hour.
But there will be times when Gulf wouldn't tell what his requests are. He assumed that Mew would just get it with just one look, and if he doesn't, he would feel so upset and would demand that Mew should sleep on the couch.
Like right now.
He was sweating buckets as Gulf was giving him a glare for the past minute. His thick eyebrows were knotted in a straight line, looking like an angry bird with his lips angrily pursed. He was lying on the bed, baby bump exposed, fingers drumming on the sheets.
They had a few set of rules that changed when Gulf got pregnant, one of which is a rule that Mew had established way back when they were still dating. Never go to bed without washing up or showering. But now, Gulf had developed a strange habit of sniffing Mew every time, and he wanted his natural manly scent and would whine whenever he smells soap instead of Mew's sweat.
"I didn't shower." Mew said out of confusion. He would do it in the morning instead.
"I know." Gulf said coldly.
"Ummm... Want more cake?" he offered.
"Do you want the baby to get fat?" he said in a slow threatening voice.
