A.K.A. The chapter that's supposed to have a baby coming, but doesn't yet. There is a bit of naughty time ahead, though.

MPREG 6

Phillip reached across the console and laced his fingers through his husband's. Gareth gave a squeeze, then ran his thumb back and forth over Phillip's wedding band.

"Any regrets?" Gareth asked, glancing over at Phillip's slouching form, obviously exhausted from the day's activities.

Phillip's face showed a shy smile, almost like he'd been embarrassed by his outpouring of emotion earlier, in front of their closest friends and family, and responded with a quiet, "Never, Gare."

"Good, I was beginning to worry there for a moment." Gareth turned his eyes back to the road. "So, what would you like to do on our two day respite from the everyday?"

"Learn to knit? I mean it might come in handy once the baby's here. I could make sweaters and blankets, and diaper covers..."

"Diaper covers? What on earth are you talking about?"

"Well, they are more environmentally friendly," Phillip tried to explain. He'd been investigating all sorts of options for their new addition, and he wanted to be as ready as he could. Maybe Gareth knew what he was doing, but Phillip decidedly did not, and it scared the living fuck out of him.

Gareth gave a little chuckle, "Oh good lord, I was hoping that maybe we could take a break from baby talk, and heck, anything to do with the kids for just a day or two, and maybe focus on us?"

"Sounds good to me, Mr. Cameron-Lewis, although with the size of my belly, I'm not sure it's something that can be ignored."

"Not ignored, in fact, I plan on doing an up close and personal inspection as soon as we get to our room," Gareth said lasciviously.

Although Phillip was tired, he could certainly feel one part of him perk up at this naughty suggestion. "Are we there yet?" Phillip asked in a nasally whine, mimicking the kids.

The headlights of the vehicle illuminated a tasteful wooden sign by the side road next to a narrow gravel drive that snaked off into the trees. The Kingsbridge Inn was an eighteenth century manor home set deep into the forest overlooking the river at the top of a formidable rocky cliff. It really was one of the most beautiful spots in the region and had been converted to an inn and award winning restaurant years ago when the original family could no long maintain the ancestral home. As Gareth slowly piloted the new vehicle down the rutted trail, the building became visible in the distance. Both men were momentarily taken aback by the stone structure, but Gareth drove up to the front door and helped Phillip out of their new vehicle and placed their bags alongside his new husband at the entrance while he found a parking spot.

Gareth and Phillip entered their lavishly appointed room after registering at the front desk. A heavy wooden door opened into their suite. The three quarter length leaded glass windows had moonlight pouring into the room, with a view of the valley and there were royal blue heavy brocade curtain hanging on either side. While it wasn't a huge room, there was a small sitting area with leather club chairs and an oak table to one side of the impressive stately canopy bed. A few thick rugs were laid around the room on top of the polished hardwood floors. The stone fireplace had been converted from woodburning to gas, and the flames gave the room a warm feel. There was a bottle of sparkling cider resting in a metal ice bucket along with two long-stemmed glasses sitting on the bedside table.

Gareth walked around the room, taking in all the details, while Phillip noted the very healthy heliotrope and palms in cast iron planters near the window. They were well taken care of and accurate to the time period, a detail that Phillip very much appreciated. He slipped off his shoes then stepped onto the thick, woolen carpet near the fireplace, allowing his feet to sink into the softness as he lowered himself into one of the chairs.

Gareth popped his head out of the en suite, "You should see this bathroom, Phillip! It's fantastic."

"Given the amount of times in a day I need to pee, I'm sure I'll see more of it than you, Gare," Phillip replied, running his fingers through his hair, which was still a little crusty with the styling product that Mel had insisted upon that morning. The morning which seemed like years ago now. Phillip sighed, "I think I will check that bathroom out." It must have been the power of suggestion.

Gareth came over to where Phillip was seated and offered a hand to help his husband up. Pulling Phillip flush against his body, Gareth kissed him gently as he rubbed Phillip's aching lower back. Running his tongue across Phillip's lightly stubbled jaw, Gareth whispered, "Perhaps I should join you in the bathroom in a minute and we can relax a little?" His massaging motion moved just a little lower to the cleft of Phillip's ass, and Phillip pushed back against the arousing touch.

"Just give me a minute first," Phillip requested,breaking away from the embrace and trying to keep from getting too excited, seeing as he really did need to pee. Again.

Gareth started to disrobe as he watched Phillip walk into the bathroom and close the door. From behind, Gareth couldn't even tell he was pregnant aside from the slight waddle Phillip had acquired, not that Gareth would ever say that. He knew Phillip was more than a little self-conscious about his size at the moment. Gareth didn't mind, though. Phillip was still the most attractive man ever to Gareth, and his husband, to boot. Plus, he was sure he was going to get lucky tonight.

Phillip flushed then quickly took off all his clothes, avoiding his reflection in the mirror, instead focusing on the large soaker tub complete with jets. He and Gareth could both fit in there, and the water could help relieve some of the weight he felt. Phillip was pretty sure this was the kind of fun that Gareth was looking for, so he started the tap, then carefully climbed into the molded seat. As he fought to put the plug in, Gareth stepped into the room.

"I see you've found the tub," Gareth said with a grin. He was stark naked, his lean, lanky body on display, as was his very solid erection.

"Don't think I could miss it." Phillip eyed the flesh on display hungrily.

"How about this?" With Phillip sitting, he was at exactly the right height to have Gareth's member at eye level.

"I am feeling very thirsty, Gare." Phillip's tongue flicked out of his mouth and teased the slit of Gareth's cock. Gareth's hips shot forward, almost involuntarily and Phillip quickly devoured Gareth's rigid flesh, the slightly sweaty, musky-sweet scent of a man confined to pants all day a rush in his nostrils.

As the water filled the tub, Gareth filled Phillip's mouth. Phillip's cheeks hollowed as he sucked Gareth deep and hard, his hands busy, one tugging roughly on Gareth's sack, and the other squeezing the globes of his ass cheeks. Water sloshed around Phillip with every movement as the tub got deeper, water at Gareth's waist level now, although his stiff member poked through the surface.

"Shit, Phillip, your mouth feels so good. Whatever you're doing with your tongue, keep it up," Gareth moaned, as Phillip worked his tongue along the underside of Gareth's shaft, focusing his attentions on the frenulum. Gareth groaned deeper and grabbed fistfuls of Phillip's hair, pulling his lover closer, pushing in farther.

Phillip was seeing stars as he took Gareth deep, swallowing around the head as he fought to take it all in, breathing be damned. He wanted it all and since his ass couldn't be penetrated, he wanted his partner, his lover, his husband, buried inside him as far as he could go. And he wanted to swallow everything Gareth had to give him. Phillip hadn't had any release in a few days, the time leading up to the wedding too busy, and he was pretty sure Gareth hadn't either, so he wanted every drop Gareth could offer him deep down his throat.

Phillip felt used and full, and he wanted to be used by this man, wanted to give him his release. He could feel the tautness in Gareth's ass, as he strained to fuck harder, and he could feel the pulsing of his balls as Phillip held them tight in his hand.

"Please, Phil, please let me come," Gareth begged, wanting Phillip to release his balls, allowing his orgasm. The pleasure-pain threshold close to being breached, the water in the tub getting dangerously high, and Gareth was getting weak in the knees with his impending release.

Phillip gave one last tug on Gareth's balls before letting them go and placing his hand on Gareth's other ass cheek, pulling him closer still as the dick in his mouth stiffened and began to shoot.

Gareth's groans were loud and his load was thick, the first few shots going right down Phillip's throat. He pulled back a little to get the taste on his tongue as Gareth shot more, then moved back farther still, so the last pulses landed across his face.

Gareth gripped the edge of the tub to keep his balance and looked down at the completely wanton sight before him. Phillip's eyes were glassy due to lack of breath and his cheeks were red from the effort except where slashes and dots of Gareth's cream marked his husband.

"Oh holy fuck, Phil, that was..." Gareth fought for words to come to him, but was at a loss. Phillip was so completely amazing. Instead, he leaned down and took Phillip's bruised lips and used mouth in for a deep kiss, tasting his salty fluid on Phillip's tongue, the creamy streaks on his lover's face smearing.

Phillip was still a little dizzy from lack of breath, but in a good way, and he was thrilled he was able to have such an effect on his partner. "Get in," he said hoarsely, as his throat was a little tender after the brutally erotic use it just had. Then he reached over to switch off the tap.

The two men played with each other in the tub, cuddling and talking about nothing in particular, interspersed with nips to nipples and necks and earlobes. Gareth laved at Phillip's chest just long enough for a little milky taste and the men were fully engaged in loving each other. The jets soothed aching muscles and the time together eased fraying nerves. As the water cooled, the men finally exited the tub, Gareth helping Phillip step out to avoid slipping in any wet puddles. When they made their way to the bed, it was Gareth's turn to inspect Phillip fully, rimming and all, and by the time the two naked men fell asleep with the flickering of the firelight sending shadows dancing across the walls, both men were fully sated.

After two days of wedded bliss that involved no laundry, arguments over whose turn it was to chose something on Netflix, and delicious meals enjoyed either in their room or the dining hall of the inn, the men returned home. Gareth's parents looked a little tired from dealing with the three children, but for the most part, everything was fine and everyone fell back into routine. Gareth completed his grading before school started back up, and Phillip completed the thank you cards for the wedding presents the couple received. Although they had an intimate wedding, they received gift cards and well wishes from some of Phillip's clients and from the staff at Gareth's school.

By the end of March, Phillip felt a ton more relaxed about the impending birth of their baby now that he and Gareth were legally wed and the paperwork was filed. There were other preparations of course; they had a crib ready to go in their bedroom, as well as a great deal of baby supplies, but something still wasn't sitting right with Phillip, aside from the way the baby was digging into his stomach.

"Gareth," Phillip looked across the coffee table to find Gareth peering over the top of his papers. "Do you think we could pay Leeann to sign away her rights to Daisy? You know so I could legally adopt her, too, and she could have the same last name as the rest of us?"

Gareth chewed on his pen while he considered the idea. "I don't know that giving money to an addict is the best idea, even if she has just had Baby Xavier and has been clean and sober for months. It seems kind of like tempting fate."

Kyle had called them a week after their wedding to let the two men know that the children's half sibling had been born prematurely but was in good health. There was a bit of touch and go with Xavier's lung development, but after a few days he was thriving. Apparently Leeann was seriously stressed, but hadn't reverted back to her addictions as a coping mechanism. Yet.

"What if we don't give the money to her?" Phillip responded after a second or two. He'd had this idea brewing for awhile. "I mean Kyle has already said he won't object to her signing away her rights, so what if we set up the money for Xavier? Like an education fund? Surely she'd think that was a good idea."

"Hmm...that's actually a really good idea that she might be able to agree with, since it's a sound parenting choice really," Gareth said. "Although it is having her choose one child over another."

"Yeah, but Daisy doesn't want to have anything to do with her right now. We can emphasize that if Daisy, or Franny or Gabe, want to see her in the future, we won't discourage it, but for now having the children's names match is easier for the household. She might agree to it because she's just too busy with the baby to disagree." Phillip absentmindedly rubbed his stomach as the baby kicked. His son kicked.

"I think that's a great idea. Should we run it by Kyle, first?" Gareth asked.

Phillip nodded and closed his eyes, he really wanted this done, and soon. He could feel the tightening firmness across his lower stomach as the baby shifted. The doctors all said the pain was normal. Braxton-Hicks contractions, but not real labour and can occur for up to a few months before the baby was born. Apparently all part of a normal pregnancy, if anything about this whole thing could be considered normal. Heck, he had stretch marks for god's sake, red gashes across his lower abs and snaking around his hips. It was mortifying.

"I love you so much, Phil. I'll talk to Kyle in the morning."

Phillip nodded again, keeping his eyes closed as he drifted off.

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Easing the SUV into the parking spot, Gareth took a deep breath. This was going to be so hard. To just take Phillip into the hospital and leaving him here for the foreseeable future. Well, to be fair, only a few more weeks if everything went well, and maybe only a few more weeks if things went badly. Either way, it was going to suck leaving his husband here, but there was really no other way. Gareth could take paternity leave once the baby was born, but beforehand he had to be at work in order to keep getting paid, and to qualify for the benefits in a few weeks.

Phillip was also tense about the move into the hospital for a number of reasons. First, he was going to be an hour or so away from home on a good traffic day, secondly, he was going to miss the kids and Gareth, and third, he was just plain scared. What was there for him to do in the hospital but lay around and wait, his thoughts preying on him. The braxton-hicks had been getting stronger, and the doctors were getting a little worried. There was no way Phillip could deliver in a normal manner, surgery had to happen, but they wanted to hold off until the baby was close enough to his due date so that a stay in the neo-natal intensive care unit was unlikely. And all this had to be done at the hospital in Toronto with the specialists. Because he was going to require special care. His uterus could rupture, so he was going to be stuck in bed, with only a few short breaks per day to use the bathroom. His kindle was loaded with books to read and a few games to play, but it wasn't going to be satisfying and it was going to be so very lonely.

It was going to suck. Not that he wasn't willing to do it, he was, but it was going to be awful.

"Come on, Phillip, it will be okay. Everything will be good. This is the best hospital in the country according to Mel."

"She's slightly biased, her brother-in-law is a nurse here."

"That doesn't mean she isn't right. Besides, I want you to be safe and the baby to be safe, and this is the best place for both of you, no matter how bad it's going to be to be away from you." Gareth had Phillip's bag over one shoulder and clasped Phillip's hand firmly with the other. In truth it was killing him to leave Phillip here, but there really wasn't a choice.

Phillip gave forth a great sigh of resignation. "I know. I'm sorry for complaining, I just haven't been sleeping well."

Gareth gave a little chuckle. "I know. Between the peeing, heartburn, sore back, getting kicked, and difficulty finding a comfortable way to lay down, I'm not sure you've slept at all. Me neither, really."

Not only did Phillip's cheeks turn red, he also winced, trying to pull his hand away from Gareth's. "I am so sorry, Gareth. I don't want to be a pain. I'm sorry if I complain too much. Maybe it's better that I'm here."

"Of course it's better that you're here. It's the hospital where you are going to give birth to our son, but I'd still rather you were home with me." Gareth was a little frustrated, but his voice went softer after his initial outburst. "And you, complain too much? I'd have to be crazy to think so. I love you so much, I just want everything to be okay, so as much as this is difficult and I'll miss you, of course it's better for both of you that you are here. We have the rest of our lives together so the hurt in having you here for a little while far outweighs the risks of having you anywhere else."

Phillip nodded. "You're right. I love you, too."

It took a bit to get Phillip's intake papers all completed, and although he was in the maternity ward, he was in a room at the end of the hall, all by himself. The staff were all under confidentiality agreements, and still no one from the press had discovered the pregnant male. He was going to remain, for the most part, stuck in his room for the next three weeks or so, totally depending on fetal development and whether or not Phillip went into labour. The doctors were really hoping he didn't, but he was in the hospital as a precaution.

Gareth helped Phillip settle into his bed. His room overlooked University Avenue and if Gareth strained to the side, he could even catch a glimpse of Queen's Park, the Provincial Parliament offices. He hung Phillip's bathrobe in the wardrobe and placed his slippers below. A small dresser held a few pieces of Phillip's clothes, but mostly he was going to wear hospital garb. In the third drawer, Gareth deposited a small parcel of baby items. There really wasn't much else to do.

The knocking at the door startled them both, as did the door swinging opening widely. A whole tray of sickly looking plants was wheeled into the room, pushed by a shorter, leanly muscled man wearing lime green scrubs and purple Keens. He looked a little apologetic.

"Uh...Mellie said you could take care of these?" His dark brown hair had small sprays of grey throughout, but he didn't look much older than his late thirties.

Phillip ignored the man altogether and examined the specimens before him. "Well, there are some definite problems with their care, that's for certain, but I'm sure I can get them back into shape with the proper supplies."

Gareth took in the whole exchange with a confused smile. "Mellie?" At least the plants were in the right room, whether they were meant to come here or not.

"Oh, yeah, uh Melanie, Mel?" He looked down at his paper. "I'm pretty sure you're the only pregnant guy in here. Phillip Cameron? Her business partner?"

"Cameron-Lewis," Phillip corrected, still looking at the wilted leaves, lack of nutrients, cases of whitefly, and just poorly potted specimens in front of him. How could this be a good hospital if they couldn't even handle some basic houseplants?

Gareth knew his husband's attention was elsewhere. "Oh! You're Scotty, her brother-in-law!" Gareth exclaimed, realization dawning. "I didn't realize she told you we were coming."

"Mellie thought that the plants might help Phillip feel a little more at home, so I gathered up all the sick looking ones that I could find on this floor," the nurse explained, offering his hand to Gareth. "I'm sure I can always find more if I look a little harder."

Gareth shook Scotty's outstretched hand. "I'm Gareth, Phillip's husband, and thank you so much for this. I'm afraid that Phillip's a little out of his element."

"Well, anyone who can keep up with Mel is a friend of mine. Besides, I'm pretty sure these plants need help."

"That they do." Phillip lifted his gaze from the plants and finally acknowledged Scotty. "I'm Phillip. Mel's speaks very highly of you."

"Yeah, that's only because I've known her since she was little. She doesn't want me to tell you anything embarrassing," Scotty said with a little smirk. "Jon and I can get you whatever supplies you need. Generally soil and things aren't really permitted in the hospital, but I'm sure we can hook you up."

"That would be great, thanks," Phillip responded, a smile playing across his face.

Scotty had to get back to his rounds and, shortly after, Gareth had to leave, too. The drive home was long and he had school in the morning, plus the added work of breakfast and lunch prep without his husband there to help. Gareth checked to make sure Phillip's phone was at hand and the charger plugged in. They embraced and it nearly killed Gareth to pull away. It felt like he was leaving his heart in that room at the end of the hall, but he had their children at home and obligations besides. At least there were the plants and Scotty's promise to drop in regularly to help keep Phillip's spirits up.

"Text me as soon as you get home," Phillip said gruffly, emotion overtaking his voice.

Gareth nodded and bit back tears as he stood holding open the door. "I will. I love you and will see you soon, I promise."

A/N: Look at that! Another chapter one week later, as promised!!! Sometimes I shock myself. :)

Also, I received a lovely cover made by @Jooshgray which I will try to put here to show everyone. It's wonderful! :)

Those are some cute guys!  :)

Alright, next week there'd better be a darned baby!!!

Love you all,

JJ <3