A Second Round In Hell

"Yes ya doh!" Kyndal grinned, although his accent was much thicker and he may have been screaming a bit.

"Shut tha 'ell up before ah pop ya again!" Rhett snapped lightly, truly getting irate at his lover.

Kyndal's face fell as he frowned at his lover.
"You're grouchy today." He sighed.

"What ese es knew?" He was grouchy every day, especially when Kyndal insisted on irritating the hell out of him.

"Well I'm not even trying to piss you off today." Kyndal pouted. "I'm just joking and then you go all pissy on me." Ne poked the man lightly.

Rhett ignored him, rolled his eyes, and then laid back. He was going to have a hard time these next few months God help him.
"Jus hush."

"No." Kyndal pouted, folding his arms stubbornly. "I'm carrying your child, I can talk as much as I want!" He stuck his tongue out, lying back on the couch.

"Until ah break yar jaw." Rhett muttered to the boy. Rhett had a horrible temper, even sometimes when he didn't mean to be so cruel, it happened.

Kyndal's face fell once more. He always just brushed Rhett's comments off, knowing the man had a horrible temper. But for some reason it was much harder with the hormones coursing through him.
"If you make me cry again before this pregnancy is over, I'm going to kill you." He sighed, folding his arms across his chest.

Rhett rolled his eyes at the remark, the day Kyndal caused bodily harm to him? He would love to see it. What a joke. "Ya ave ah better chance at seeing ah unicorn than ya ave ta kill meh."

Kyndal sighed, rolling his eyes.
"The point is, don't make me cry, asshole." He gently punched the man in the arm, pouting his lips.

"Ah'll try." Rhett rolled over, one of his large muscled arms winding around Kyndal's lithe waist. "But til' then, ya got ta get ah grip."

"I'm trying." Kyndal whined. "And it's only just starting. I'm going to want to kill myself before this shit is over." He groaned, dragging a hand through his long brown hair.

Long as ya resist until tha babeh comes out." Rhett of course could not even begin to think of Kyndal as the suicidal type. That was a joke. Not his short stack.

"You're so mean." Kyndal buried his face in Rhett's neck, though this time he wore a smile, once again bright and happy.

"Yar like doctor Jekyll an' Mr. Hyde." Rhett snorted softly, rather amazed at how quickly Kyndal went from high to low.

"It's all your fault, you and your condomless dick." Kyndal giggled softly, stroking Rhett's hair lightly.

"Yar tha one thah hates condoms!" He was going to have to start wearing them though, or just leave Kyndal with Trever for nine months until the baby was born.

"Well yeah but since when do you let me tell you what to do!" He giggled. "You should wear a condom anyway." He leaned his head into Rhett's chest, smiling softly.

"Nah, ah wanted tha baby, yar the one ah dread. With yar hormones ragin'.". Rhett snorted though he pressed Kyndal close.

"I'm not that bad." Kyndal whined, nuzzling Rhett's neck although even he knew he was terrible when he was pregnant.

"Yar horribleh." Rhett grunted knowing that they both knew that Kyndal was horrible when he was pregnant. He was a terror. "An ya know et."

"Okay, but it's so not my fault. It's the hormones." Kyndal whined, pecking the man's lips. "And I'm cranky when you don't give me my sex."

"Well ah'm cranky when yar hormaonal." Rhett crossed his arms. He knew this was going to be along nine months.

"Oh please, you're cranky all the time." Kyndal stuck his tongue out at the man.