AKA: The never-ending MPREG special. Somehow it just keeps going, and going, and going....and will end at some point in the future.

A/N: Somewhere in here there might be some super naughty men doing super naughty things...but don't worry, Gareth doesn't get pregnant. I promise! And no werewolves, no matter what Daisy thinks.

Christmas day was a wonderful affair. Phillip's morning sickness had, in fact, gotten better, and the house was awash with Christmas cheer. When they'd put up the tree (Phillip insisted on real) there were some tears because ornaments of the children's had been left behind with Leeann last year, but it was an easy fix. Gareth took them to the store to pick out a few each, Phillip made dough ornaments with the kids using a recipe he'd gotten from Pintrest, and he also had a few special ornaments of his own from his own childhood that he asked the kids to put up. Phillip hadn't had a tree in years, there hadn't been a need, but now, with a family--his family--in the house, it was a necessity. And now that it was Christmas morning, Santa had filled the floor under the tree to overflowing.

The children all awoke early and made coffee for their daddies, waking them at 6:30 am. They were so completely excited about it being Christmas, neither man could fault them for waking them, even though they'd been awake into the small hours of the morning wrapping gifts. There was a videogame system for the kids, which was the main gift, complete with Lego Star Wars (the best of both worlds, as far as Gabe was concerned), Minecraft, and some puzzle games. In addition, there were a bunch of smaller toys, books, games, and clothes.

The children were very happy with their presents, but were completely perplexed by the present that Gareth got Phillip. Not by the hoodies and lounge pants in sizes slightly larger than regular, but by the little outfit proclaiming, "My Daddies Love Me!" in fancy script. Franny and Gabe eyed it suspiciously while Phillip teared up.

Daisy, on the other hand, didn't need a map to connect the dots. "Oh my! We're going to have a baby."

Phillip rubbed at his misty eyes with one hand, while his other held his stomach and he nodded in confirmation. Daisy looked back and forth between the onesie and Phillip's hand on his slightly larger than normal tummy. Her eyes got wide.

"Holy smoley! PHILLIP is going to have a baby." It all made sense now. His puking, his grumpiness, his looser clothes, his crying. It was like when mommy was having Gabe and Franny, only a million times better! "Wait a minute...guys can't have babies, well, unless they're, like, magic or something. Phillip, you aren't a werewolf or anything, are you? I mean I've seen some scratch marks on Daddy's--"

Gareth quickly intervened while Phillip's face turned a deeper red than Santa's suit. "No, honey. Phillip has a genetic condition that means he can have babies, too," Gareth explained while Daisy nodded. "Would you like to see a picture of the baby?" he asked the children.

"Yes!" Franny yelled, while Gabe looked a little hesitant.

Gareth got up and went to the bedroom to get the booklet of ultrasound pictures.

"What's wrong, Gabe?" Phillip asked, while holding his arms out, looking to offer comfort. He really hoped Gabe was okay with everything.

"It's just you've been so sick. I mean, boys aren't supposed to have babies. Is it because you're gay for Daddy? Are you going to die?" It was like all Phillip's anxieties came spewing out of Gabe's mouth. Everything Gabe mentioned were the same things that had been plaguing Phillip since his first diagnosis. But now he had to get over his fear to comfort a little boy who was scared and confused.

"Come here, Gabe," Phillip prompted, and Gabe obeyed, getting a big hug. "I'm fine. You can ask Daisy and I'll bet she'll tell you that Leeann was similarly sick when she was pregnant with you and Franny. It's the pregnancy hormones that knock everything off a little, but lots of babies are born everyday and everything is fine."

"Yes, but you're a boy!"

"You're right, I am, but I have some parts in me that allow me to carry babies, too."

"Oooh! Like a seahorse! Boy seahorses have babies! We watched it at school!" Franny exclaimed. "Phillip's going to be a Maddy! Or a Dammy! Or a Moddy! Or a Dommy!" She was really loving the wordplay and thankfully, Gabe seemed a little happier about the situation.

Gareth sat back down chuckling to himself about the names Franny came up with. He was just picturing Dommy Phillip in black leather with a pair of handcuffs and a whip, but kept that to himself. "Look, here's a picture of your new brother or sister." He opened the book and showed them a grainy black and white picture.

"But that doesn't look like a baby at all!" Gabe said.

"That's what a baby looks like when it's still a fetus. They're still growing. Just like baking bread," Gareth explained.

"When will we know if it's a boy or a girl?" Franny asked.

"Once the baby is a little bigger, and if it's turned the right way, the doctors can tell from looking at the pictures." Gareth flipped through the little book and showed them a few other pictures while Phillip sat with his hand protectively on his tummy.

"Which do you want?" Gabe asked, looking at Phillip.

"A healthy baby. Either a boy or a girl would be fine by me," Phillip answered honestly. He got a bit of a far off look in his eyes, "I just want everything to be okay."

Gareth leaned over and put his hand on Phillip's knee, giving a little squeeze, while Daisy gave Phillip a big hug and whispered in his ear, "It will be fine and we will all help." Phillip nodded almost imperceptibly, grateful for her support, all the kids support. Everything was going to be fine.

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The Christmas part of break went by fast and without any real incident. There were the usual skirmishes between the kids over who was going to play with whom, and whose turn it was to use the player one controller, but for the most part it was relaxing. They had a few more meals with Gareth's parents and over New Year's they even took the kids overnight.

"What do you want to do now that we have the house all to ourselves?" Phillip asked his voice a little huskier than normal.

"I'm not sure, Mr. Cameron, what are you suggesting?" Gareth said with a smirk. He was pretty sure where this was going.

"I've gotten you a little bottle of bubbly and myself some sparkling cider. I thought we could ring in the new year in style," Phillip suggested.

"Sounds interesting. Come here and tell me more." Gareth grabbed Phillip by the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie and pulled him closer for a tender, yet passionate kiss, something they hadn't had a lot of time for in the past little while. Now that Phillip's nausea was all but gone, both men were eager to make up for some lost time. The kisses deepened and quickly became anything but tender, more demanding, more frantic and lust-filled.

Phillip groaned as he moved in closer, pressing his rapidly swelling nether regions against Gareth's equally excited member. "Bedroom."

They groped and fondled their way down the hall to their room, leaving the door open as they began to strip each other. Gareth pulled Phillip's hoodie and t-shirt off in one go, and began running his hands over his partner's firmly muscled chest which seemed to have changed a little since his pregnancy. While there was still the definition, there seemed to be a little more swelling around Phillip's nipples. Gareth couldn't resist leaning down and giving them a playful swab with his tongue.

"Oh god, do that again," Phillip panted, as it seemed there was a tingle from his nipples that travelled straight to his groin. If the buds had been sensitive before, now they were positively mind-blowing. Gareth complied with Phillip's wishes and began to suckle, flicking his tongue across the pert nubs as he applied the suction. Phillip ran his hands back and forth through Gareth's hair, trying not to shoot a load in his pants from the overwhelming sensations he was getting. Surely this wasn't normal.

Gareth was loving how responsive Phillip was being, and it had been so long since they'd been able to do much that this was like a gift. And the response he was getting from Phillip was more than amazing. As he teased the swollen nipples, Gareth was almost certain that there was a light sweetness in his mouth that hadn't been there before. Slowly and tauntingly, he moved lower, and slipped Phillip's lounge pants down until they were around the man's ankles, and his hard dick was rubbing against Gareth's lightly stubbled cheek.

"What do you want to do, Phil?" Gareth asked, in between licks of Phillip's aroused member.

"I need to taste you, Gareth. It's been too long." Phillip pulled Gareth back to standing, then pushed him to the bed so that he could fully undress him and enjoy every bit of his man. The doctors had said that it was fine for the men to engage in all sorts of activities, as long as Phillip was not the one being penetrated--just in case there were issues with his cervix, since it was completely atypical--and Phillip had a few things he'd sorely been lacking lately. Kneeling over his man, Phillip undid Gareth's pants and yanked them down, causing Gareth's hard dick to thwack back against his abdomen before Phillip could take the deliciously aroused head into his mouth. He was relishing the taste that he'd missed, the scent of Gareth's groin, the feel of his hard cock in his mouth, and hell, even the tickle of the pubes against his face. Phillip sucked appreciatively and loved Gareth's resulting moans.

Apparently Gareth had been a little backed up or really excited, or both. It could be the added feeling of Phillip's saliva dripping down his testicles as his tongue worked the underside of Gareth's shaft. Normally it took him more than a minute or two to reward Phillip, but this time he was fast to reach his peak. Phillip could feel Gareth's cock stiffen just that little bit more, balls drawn upwards as the man arched upwards and began to shoot deep in Phillip's mouth. The first shot went almost too deep, causing Phillip to gag slightly, so he pulled back a little, the head still firing it's creamy load on his tongue. And it was fantastic, he couldn't get enough. This was one pregnancy craving he was sure both he and his partner were going to relish.

He continued to suck until Gareth pulled Phillip's head away with a grimace. Phillip knelt upright on the bed, Gareth between his legs. "Too sensitive! Besides, I need you inside of me, Phillip," Gareth said, still out of breath. He rolled over and propped his ass in the air, right in front of Phillip's very aroused cock that was definitely ready to be buried inside of Gareth's inviting pucker.

Phillip couldn't resist leaning down and giving that area a lick, too, so happy that his morning sickness was truly gone and he could share this with Gareth. The light sparse hairs on Gareth's ass cheeks rubbed against his face as his tongue caressed the smooth, tasty skin of his pucker. He dove in with his tongue a few times while Gareth gripped the bedsheets tightly in his fists.

"Oh, fuck, Phil...more," Gareth stuttered between groans. Phillip gave a few more probing passes with his tongue before sitting back on his knees and getting his fingers wet with lube. Using his thumb, he swabbed back and forth over the rosebud before slowly pressing in with his thumb. "Y-y-yes."

"You want me Gare? You want my hard cock?" Phillip said as he stretched Gareth further, now massaging the hole open with both thumbs. He loved watching the round muscle contract with his ministrations. "God, you're so fucking hot."

"Please, Phil. Give it to me, please," Gareth urged. He needed this so badly, needed to be filled by his sexy man, his fiance. Mostly he really needed to get laid and he wasn't too proud to beg.

Phillip was overcome with just how hot this was and how much it made him feel like a man, the man, something he really needed given that his body had some extra parts and a baby growing in it. Gareth was begging and prepped well enough. He pulled his thumbs out of the tight hole, watching it close and squeeze before brandishing his cock and slowly feeding it to Gareth's ass. He didn't go fast, but he didn't stop either. He wanted Gareth to feel every inch invading him, and there were no protests from his man below. "Is that what you wanted?"

"Yes, yes. Please," Gareth groaned, enjoying the fullness as Phillip began moving back and forth with a little swivel of his hips and flex of his ass. Slapping of skin on skin and the grunts and moans of the two men filled the room as they made all the noise they usually held back. There were no kids at home, and no need to be quiet.

For Phillip, this act was something he'd been longing to do for ages, whether it be the pregnancy symptoms, the children, or just plain exhaustion, he'd sorely missed being able to relish in burying himself in Gareth. The tightness and heat of Gareth's hole enveloping his dick was amazing, and it wasn't long before he was facing sensory overload. Dizzy with his impending climax, Gareth could sense that Phillip wasn't going to last much longer, so he bore down, contracting the ring of muscle making it just that much tighter for Phillip.

"Oh holy fuck, Gare," Phillip cried out, as he shot his load deep into Gareth. All of him seemed to contract and explode. He was so fucking glad he was feeling better because this was something he didn't want to give up for the next bit. He craved the closeness and the release, and being inside Gareth was a million times better than anything he'd been able to achieve with his hand. Phillip pumped forward a few more times, just to be sure, before pulling out and rolling Gareth over to take his partner's hard erection in his hand. He had to taste him again, had to, with urgency like an obsession.

Phillip maneuvered himself lower on the bed, so he could take Gareth deep into his mouth again, savouring the taste like a man possessed. "I can't wait to drink you down," Phillip said, garbled by the mouthful of dick. One of his hands stroked as his head bobbed, and the other worked three fingers into Gareth's sloppy stretched hole.

"Phil, oh god, fuck, Phil," Gareth called as the spasms ran right through his body from front to back. As Phillip sucked and swallowed everything his balls had to offer, he could feel himself convulsing around Phillip's fingers, making the bed a big mess.

After they cuddled for a little bit, messy and sweaty and spent, Phillip gave Gareth a loving kiss. "I missed this so much. I love you, but I hate feeling so hormonal. I don't want to cry at the drop of a fucking hat," Phillip admitted.

"I know, Phil, and I'm so sorry. I mean I'm thrilled you are carrying our baby, but I know it's also a huge adjustment. You certainly fuck like you're all man, though," he said as Gareth playfully caressed Phillip's flaccid member.

"Keep playing with that and I'm going to have to drain your balls again," Phillip responded, although he wasn't sure he was joking. He really wanted more.

"Sure thing loverboy," Gareth laughed as he tweaked one of Phillip's nipples, earning a yip in response. Odd...Gareth wiped his damp fingers on the bed. "How about we shower, change the sheets, and have some dinner?"

"Sure. We're conserving water and electricity by sharing?"

"Of course."

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Since New Year's, Gareth had noticed something a little unusual about Phillip. Not his near daily cravings to have Gareth's release, no that was totally fine and completely enjoyable. Although, they did have to be really quiet, and careful, because the kids had been extra concerned about making sure Phillip was relaxed and comfortable. They were helping. Which meant they were mostly sneaking around and checking up on him all the time--almost to the point of annoyance. And not Phillip's need to proclaim his masculinity by pounding into Gareth, that was also totally hot. No, the problem lay with Phillip's chest. His nipples to be exact.

Since the start of the second trimester, Gareth had noticed the swelling in Phillip's nipples had become more pronounced. They were crazy sensitive and Phillip seemed to really enjoy having them stimulated, something Gareth wasn't going to deny his man, but there was something going on that Gareth wasn't sure how to address. He was fairly certain Phillip might be, possibly, ever so slightly, lactating. There was a definite sweet taste when he sucked them during foreplay, and he was sure a drop of something came out when he squeezed them.

Fortunately today was another trip to the doctors, and a big one at that. They were supposed to be able to determine the gender of the baby today--if the baby cooperated and turned in the right position--and neither man could wait. Gareth was also hoping to maybe get one of the doctors off to the side to ask the question about lactation without Phillip hearing, as he didn't want to make him worry unnecessarily. As Phillip was going to change into his gown for the examination, Gareth seized the chance.

"Uh, Doctor, I was wondering..."

"Yes, Mr. Lewis?" the older gentleman looked up from the thick file he was studying, one of the many files documenting Phillip's gestation. Many of the younger doctors carried Ipads for the same purpose.

"I've noticed that...well, when we are engaged in....uh." Gareth took a pause and cleared his throat. "Anyway...Phillip's nipples are really sensitive."

"Yes, that's normal with a pregnancy--"

Gareth cut in before the doctor could continue. "Yes, I know that, but I, I, well, I think there's milk there. Uh, coming from his nipples." His face was possibly the deepest shade of crimson ever.

"Interesting. Well, every person with nipples potentially could breastfeed if there was regular stimulation and enough prolactin present. Phillip, having the pregnancy hormones would be a great candidate for such a development. How exactly did you notice when he might not have?" The doctor pulled out a pen and made some notes on the margins of one of his papers. Surprisingly, Gareth found the writing incomprehensible, and he deciphered seventh grade scribblings for a living. The doctor paused his writing waiting for an answer.

"We were being intimate and, well, he, I, anyway, I had my mouth on them." Okay, he could get more red in the face.

"Yes, but was there stimulation? Certain actions can help bring the milk in." His pen was poised again.

Gareth was getting more than a little annoyed. What had started out as a little question was no a huge thing. "Fine. Yes, I was sucking his nipples, he likes it and so do I. Is that what you wanted to hear? That I could taste his milk? Because I could." By the end of his diatribe, his raised voice was resonating around the room, just as Phillip came in clutching at his gown, trying to keep it closed in the back.

"What?" Phillip was distressed. He looked down at the raised points his nipples were making against the hospital gown. Gareth buried his face in his hands.

"Mr. Lewis was just saying how he thinks you might be lactating. This is an exciting proposition, indeed, and so healthy for the baby!" The doctor looked up from the file with a smile. "It won't require but a few additional moments in the exam."

The betrayal Phillip felt was piercing him in the gut. He stood and thought for a moment, his hand rubbing on his baby bump. Why didn't Gareth tell him? Did he actually like it, or was he just lying? This entire experience was so disorienting. "Fine." Phillip wasn't even sure what he could say to this whole thing. Then he went to lay back on the examination table, as a few other doctors came into the room. As he was reclining, he felt the movement in his gut again. It wasn't betrayal, or anything of the sort. It was the baby!

"Quick! Gareth come here!" Phillip called out, gesturing to his abdomen.

Gareth lifted his head from his hands and swiftly moved to his partner's side. "What's wrong?"

Rather than respond, Phillip grabbed Gareth's hand and placed it to where there was almost a tiny twitch. "Feel that?"

"Maybe? A little?" Honestly, Gareth wasn't sure he felt anything.

"I can feel the baby. It's kicking!" Phillip said, amazed, his previous dismay forgotten. "If I can breastfeed and it will help make the baby healthy, then so be it." Whatever. So he could produce milk. At least it was necessary, given his predicament.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I was just worried it would be something else for you to feel awkward about. I was hoping the doctors could confirm it first."

"Well, it's easy enough to confirm," Doctor Patel, one of the OB/GYNs on the team said, as she cut into their conversation. "Just pull down the top of your gown for a moment, please," she requested, while slipping on some non-latex disposable gloves.

The various poking and prodding of the examination went on for a bit longer than normal, with the additional breast exam confirming that Phillip was, indeed, developing the ability to lactate. They heard the baby's heartbeat using the doppler, and all the doctors agreed that it was strong and beating at the normal rate for a five month old fetus.

"And for the final reveal, I believe that you are having a little boy," yet another doctor said, squinting at the screen. "See this right here?" He pointed at a blob located between the limbs of the baby. "That's the genitalia. Very definitely a male baby." The doctor snapped some screenshots, while the others made notes. There were some calculations they were making with regards to growth and whatnot, but the men were assured that everything looked totally normal.

They were given a few printouts of the photos from the ultrasound for their scrapbook, as normal, then sent on their way. Both were very excited by knowing the gender, and couldn't wait to tell the kids when they got home. They expected Gabe would be thrilled to even the balance of power amongst the children in the house, although a little baby brother was far different from a bossy older sister.

"Now we just have another four months to come up with a name," Gareth stated as they made the long but now all too familiar drive home.

"Hmm...I've always been partial to William," Phillip said.

"Really? You want to name our son after Bill?" Gareth teased.

Phillip chuckled. "Yeah, not going to happen. He already thinks pretty highly of himself." He could just imagine the fuss that would be made if Bill thought he named his firstborn after their lawyer friend. "I suppose we could ask the kids."

"Sure, because Daisy would suggest Ron or Harry, Franny would suggest Clifford or Buzz, and Gabe will want Batman," Gareth joked.

"We will think of something. We have time." Phillip took Gareth's hand and gave it a quick squeeze before changing the topic of conversation. "Are you sure you're okay with me lactating?"

"Hell, honestly, it's kind of hot. I love how receptive you are there right now." And it tastes good." Gareth was glad he was focusing on the road, rather than looking at Phillip, because he was definitely embarrassed. "And it tastes good."

"So do you. I can't get enough of your cream, baby. Just thinking about it makes me want it right now," Phillip said, his voice a little husky.

"I think we're both thirsty boys, Phil, because I can't wait to get my lips back on your nipples. Sucking them is the fucking hottest thing ever."

Both men focused their attention back on the road, and off their aching groins. They needed to be presentable when they got home to their waiting family, but at least they knew they had some activities to keep themselves busy later.

A/N: We're getting there...and still no wedding or baby! Sorry @Snape75 but it's coming, I swear. :) Anyway, a bout of flu had most of my house laid up, but I suppose it's better having it now than on Christmas. Hopefully now that we're healthy (fingers crossed) the next (and possibly final bonus mpreg) will be done a little quicker!

Love you all!

<3 JJ