My Manipulative Baby Momma.

"They're good baby.." He nodded.

"Whats wrong with you...." He whined softly, curling up on his side.

"Nothing sweetheart." He shook his head.

"Your like....Nehhh promise?" Gabriel curled close to him.

"Its just a little thing..." He shook his head.

"Baby whats going on? Talk to me Calvin." He moved, getting up and going to make his back stop bleeding, getting Calvin off the bed.

"Its just... yes, I have all those firsts but how many times does someone ask you whos the first man you trusted to care for you or those other things you named? Rarely. Its always who was your first time or your first love... I'm neither of those."

Gabriel stared at him, long and hard.
He would fix this.
"Alright baby..." He nodded, chewing his bottom lip.
He could fix this...
He COULD.
and he was going to.
But he wasnt Cavins first either.
No Calvin hadnt fucked so many people but this was not about how many.
This was about the first...
Gabriel pursed his lips.
"We never got remarried..."
Like they said...Calvin promised to remarry him...have a big old fashion marriage in a church.

"We can do that whenever you want babe." He nodded.

"I want to do it....I want to do it soon. Ill get everything set up and done, all you have to do and wait for me down the isle." He nodded, stroking Calvin's cheek.

"I can help too babe. After or before having the baby?" He asked.

"Hmm....I want to do it before...well...I...What do you want..."
How did Calvin want him to look....
Like a total fatass....
Or...
Like he always looked...beautiful and skinny...
Not gross like he simply knew he would look

"I want what you want babe. I want to make you happy." He nodded.

Gabriel frowned lightly, sighing.
He...for the first time in his life....
was self conscious...
About his looks...
his weight...

"Gabriel sweetie whats wrong?" He frowned lightly.

"Nothing." Gabriel nodded, stroking his stomach lightly with a deep frown.
He glanced down at his stomach...
It was....
round....
Never had his stomach been anything but flat.

"C'mon, talk to me or I tickle you." He nodded.

"Baby, no tickling, im tired and fat." He whined softly at his lover.

"Then talk to me babe." He nodde.d

"No, im going to bed." He turned over, rubbing his stomach.

"What is wrong Gabriel?" He asled.

"Nothing, hold me and let me sleep." He pretended to sleep, closing his eyes.

"We're talking in the morning." He sighed.

"We are going to sleep." Gabriel tucked his head under Calvin's armpit, kissing just below it, his arms on his stomach, cradling it, trying to make it seem no so large and round.

Calvin pressed one of his own hands on Gabriel's stomach, smiling softly as he drifted off.