Mitch wakes up the next day feeling nauseous so he carefully gets out of bed and sits in the bathroom, leaving the door open so Scott can find him when he wakes up.
The nausea doesn't last too long and Mitch goes into the kitchen to make breakfast for them. Mitch is in the middle of making waffles when a shirtless Scott emerges from the bedroom and into the kitchen.
"What's this?" Scott asks, wrapping his arms around Mitch's waist from behind.
"Breakfast. My feet hurt already though." Scott disappears for a few seconds before he comes back with a tall spinny chair.
"Here." Mitch sits and thanks Scott.
"How convenient."
"I know. Can I ask you something?"
Mitch moves onto cutting fruit after he's done with the waffles, "Always."
"Do you like being pregnant?" Mitch puts the knife down and turns the chair to look at Scott.
"That's a loaded question."
"Is it as amazing as it's talked up to be?"
"No. Don't get me wrong I love our baby and I'm grateful to be pregnant, but it's not all me glowing and being so happy to be pregnant. Does that make sense?"
"Sorta."
"One thing is my cravings are constantly changing. Not right now as much as when I'm further into the pregnancy, but they do change a lot. I'll want pickles one second then minutes later the thought of pickles will make me feel sick."
"What else?"
"The second trimester is very awkward. I was only 11 weeks into the second one with Pey, but they were very awkward because I was bigger but it wasn't obvious that I was pregnant."
"Okay.."
"And people seem to have the need to remind me that I'm pregnant when I complain about it. It hasn't happened yet but when I was pregnant before, people would feel like they always had to tell me about how much of a miracle it is. I know it's amazing and I know it's magnificent, but I ache. All over. I have to go to the bathroom a lot. I get nauseous from everything or from nothing."
"That's annoying."
"It is. People don't understand that I may not love every second of pregnancy, but I can still love my baby and be a good mother when the time comes."
"Exactly. People are annoying."
"They really are."
"I'm hungry."
"Aren't we all?" Mitch finishes cutting the fruit and he makes both of them plates before they sit at the table and eat.
Mitch drops his fork and starts to cry, making Scott look up with concern, "What's wrong, love?"
"I dropped my fork." Mitch cries as tears run down his face.
Scott moves Mitch so he's sitting on his lap, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy, "Why are you crying?"
Mitch sniffles, "I don't know." He holds onto Scott's shirt as he cries more while Scott tries not to laugh. And that sounds mean, but Mitch is literally crying over a fork.
"Stop laughing." Mitch tells him, his voice muffled by Scott's chest.
"I'm not laughing."
"Yes you are."
"Baby, you're crying over a fork." Mitch looks at him with a pout, "Put that lip away, I'll get you a new fork." Mitch doesn't move, so Scott mocks him and fakes a pout. Mitch tries to fight the smile that takes over his face, but fails as he starts laughing.
"You good now?" Scott asks once they've calmed down.
"Yeah, I'm good." They finish their food before deciding to go shopping considering the weather isn't looking too good.
"Scotty, come here!" Scott quickly walks into their bedroom to see a shirtless Mitch.
"Are you okay?"
"Look at my tummy, I'm showing more!"
^Idk if it's weird that I put this here but it's easier to picture how much he's showing
"I guess we should get you some looser clothes today."
"Yeah, so I'm borrowing your sweatshirt."
Scott chuckles, "Go nuts." Mitch smiles and goes to Scott's dresser to grab Scott's light blue sweatshirt (the one he wore in the Bohemian Rhapsody video) and puts it over his own 'love wins' shirt.
"Cute. Ready?"
"Yep, let's go." Mitch grabs Scott's hand and they find a store to shop at.
"I feel like I should get clothes for when I'm really big but I never got past five months so I don't know what to get." Mitch tells Scott as they shop.
"What about Kirstie?"
"What about her?"
"You could ask her."
"I'll call her." Mitch takes his phone out of his pocket and calls Kirstie.
"Hi, Mitchy. How's the honeymoon?"
"Good, we're shopping for clothes for me when I get bigger because I'm starting to show more."
"That's so exciting!"
"It is. Can I ask you some advice?"
"You'll wanna go to a maternity store. They have sections that tell you what clothes you'll need for what week or month."
"How did you know that's what I was asking?"
"Context clues, babe. Anything else?"
"What about normal clothes? Like, if I can't find a maternity store."
"Right now, I'd say just loose shirts that are your size, maybe a size bigger. When you're bigger and further along, you'll just want to try on clothes so you know that they feel right."
"Alright tha—"
"Oh! Sorry to interrupt, but leggings will be your best friend. Just, all stretchy pants will keep you sane."
Mitch laughs, "Okay thanks, Kit."
"Anytime. Love you."
"Love you, too. Bye."
"Bye." Kirstie hangs up the phone and Avi looks up from his place on the floor with Lucy. He has on a pink boa feather scarf around his neck with a tiara on his head as he and Lucy have a tea party. Lucy has on a purple boa with a tiara and play jewelry.
"Was that Mitch?"
"Yeah. He wanted to know some stuff about maternity clothes and I'm his only friend that's been pregnant before."
"But.. he's been pregnant before."
"He never got past five months so he just had questions since they're shopping now."
"Ohhh." Kirstie looks down at her hands and Avi notices her zoning out.
"How old is she now?" Avi asks and Kirstie looks back at him and smiles.
"She's eight, a year older than Lucy. I had her when I was 15."
"I never thought about that."
"What?"
"You would've had Luc when you were a teenager. Do you think you'll meet her soon?"
"If she wants to meet me, I'd love to."
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