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"Don't push, Gee!"

He stares up at me, eyes wild and concealed by a thin membrane of black hair, his lips pursed into a frown, "I'm not pushing, jackass! You keep twisting my hip out of it's socket!"

I give his left leg a quick shove and fall back onto my palms, crossing my legs in front of me and wiping a layer of sweat from my cheeks. Gee huffs loudly and runs a hand over his engorged stomach, pushing up the thin fabric of his cotton tee and revealing his pale skin. He stretches his legs out in front of him, moving aside the small paper book we'd been studying from for the past hour. I yawn loudly, covering my mouth with the back of my hand and running the other hand through my tangled hair. "You hungry? I was thinking about starting dinner soon," I mumble, groaning as my stomach gives a loud gurgle of protest.

Gee nods softly, holding his arms up towards me, begging for help. I scoff and roll my eyes with a grin, pulling him to his feet and giving him a quick peck, "What are you hungry for?"

He half shrugs, waddling over to the dining room table and plopping down on the worn blue chair on the end, "Anything really. That little workout left me starving."

We'd been practicing these awkward Lamaze-yoga techniques, which was actually more of a weird Kamasutra session with more grunting and loud wheezing noises. Gee coughs quietly, burying his head into his shoulder and keeping a soft grip on the edge of the table. I turn my head, peering over my shoulder as I rifle through the cabinets for a box of instant rice, "Babe?"

He looks up at me, his eyes watering and chest heaving as his fitful coughs grow more spasmodic, "Y-yeah," he sputters, leaning over and touching his forehead to his knees, "I'm fine... breathed in too fast..."

I scoff at him and begin to measure out random spices, tossing them into a plastic freezer bag full of chicken cutlets. Usually, we leave most of the cooking and and other kitchen-y stuff up to Geoff, but it's the first real Saturday in spring, and he had to go in early to help get everything prepared for the afternoon rush. But I'm not too cuisine-retarded. I make a wicked chicken soup, and it just so happens we have all the ingredients I need spattered around the pantry.

Gee sighs softly and shifts in his chair, the old wood giving a screech of defiance as he allows his legs to splay open and stretch out once he's relaxed. I have to keep from snickering though, once I look over and see his current position has left him all but exposed to the world. I try to drown out my giggles with a poorly stifled cough and the sounds of the dry rice clanging against the empty pot. Gee's eyes flicker to me, and a mischievous smirk graces his lips, "Why are you giggling?"

I swallow another burst of laughter and take a deep breath in, feeling my face flush with hysteria, "Nothing. Don't worry about it."

He sits forward and shifts again, more of him flopping out of the thin material of his shorts. I break into full out laughter, giving up on being sweet and polite. Gee, however, sits straight up in the chair and glares at me, "Whats so fucking funny?!"

I gasp for air, shrieking out, "I can see your penis!"

He looks down quickly, his eyes glued to the lump of flesh snuggled against his inner thigh. His face is quickly enveloped by a curtain of red, and he buries his face into his hands, "Oh Jesus... oh my fucking God." he mutters, his shoulders shaking with silent chortles.

I drop a handful of chopped veggies into the soup pot and make my way across the kitchen, standing behind Gee's chair and placing a series of warm kisses along the back of neck, "Don't be embarrassed," I whisper tenderly into his quivering skin, "Not like I haven't seen it before."

He huffs softly and cranes his neck back to connect his gaze with mine, "I know that. But I don't exactly like having my junk hanging out unbeknown to me."

I can't help but to smirk, "Unbeknown? Well didn't someone use their big boys words today?" I josh, throwing out a cutesy voice dripping with sarcasm.

He flips me the bird and shoves his hand into his boxers, sorting himself out with an awkward look of determination on his face. I simply sit across the table from his, resting my cheek in my hand and sucking on my bottom lip. He gives me a confused look and makes a move to stand up, "I gotta piss."

He presses his hands to his lower back, growling as his gets up somewhat shakily, "Christ," he mumbles, rubbing his neck and grimacing, "I swear she's getting heavier everyday."

I shrug and watch as he meanders towards the stairs, taking heavy bow-legged steps and grunting occasionally. At 7 months, his stomach had nearly tripled in size and he'd gained about 40 pounds. We were both on edge now, nervous that the baby would decide to make an early appearance, when we didn't have a nursery set up for her. Geoff and I were planning to redo Gee's old room, give a fresh coat of paint and buy some decent furniture, but we could never get Gee out of the house long enough to finish the project. So his room sat empty, 2 of the walls painted yellow and lavender and the floor strewn with newspaper.

From the upstairs bathroom, I can make out the faint sounds of Gee's cell phone ringing and him scrambling to answer it.

"-Lo? Mom?"

His mom? He never talks about his mom, or anyone in his family really. Except maybe his little brother, who seems pretty cool. I look up as Gee starts down the stairs. "No mom... I'm not doing anything this weekend," I drones on, giving me a look of annoyance.

A loud scoff of disgusts escapes his lips, "A baby shower?! Who the fuck would com- sorry I said fuck ma."

I laugh and stand by the stove, silently pondering the mental image in my head. A baby shower? For a pregnant man? How do you even explain that one to people? Gee lets out a sustained puff of air, wandering down to the living room and flopping across the love seat. "Maaa... I haven't seen Aunt Lucille since I was 15!"

I stir the pot slowly, keeping all of my attention on Ger's groans and complaints as he starts to pet his bare stomach, "Mom, I don't even have any friends left in Jersey. And how am I even going to get there? The drive from Raleigh is like, 10 hours!"

A dash of salt to the broth, it tastes like old canned soup. He lets out another shocked gasp, "I don't WANT a baby shower! Especially with your weird friends..."

I just laugh and shake my head, hearing his mother's loud reprimanding from across the room. The soup comes to a boil, and I crank the rusted nob to keep it to a simmer. Gee continues to ramble and debate with his mother, before huffing out an "I love you" and tossing his now closed phone onto the coffee table. I take a seat beside him and drape an arm over his shoulder, "Baby, it can't honestly be that bad." I coo, tracing a small pattern with my forefinger across his upper arm.

He sighs deeply and hangs his head, "It's awesome my mom wants to throw me a baby shower, but I don't want her friends there judging me."

I nod curtly, tipping his chin up so I could study his face, "Would you want me to go with you?"

He shrugs softly, "I dunno... Mikey's girlfriend will be there, and she's always been so accepting of me."

He trails off and connects his eyes with mine, and it's then I notice their pink and swollen, pockets of moisture bubbling up from beneath his half-closed lids. I tut and pull him into my arms, clicking my tongue, "Don't cry. This is nothing to cry over and you know that. You're mother isn't going to let anybody hurt you, especially her friends."

He sniffles and rubs his fingers along his cheeks, "But I'll be gone for 4 days..."

I laugh sharply, "I'll be okay without you for a couple of days, and getting out of the house will be good for you."

He smiles softly, "And you can finally fucking finish the nursery. It looks like shit right now."

I glare at him and gently smack the back of his head, "Shut it, you won't leave us alone long enough to finish."

There's a gentle metallic clatter, and we both look up at the kitchen as the soup pot begins to boil over and knocks the cheap lid to the floor. I race over before the stove catches fire, again, and take it off the heat, stirring it a couple times to get some of the rice up from the bottom. Gee comes up from behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach, his own rubbing against the small of my back. He mutters angrily, "I can't even hug you without my fatassness getting in the way."

I turn in his grasp and run my hands down my spine, finally resting them on the full of his rump. He gasps softly and his eyes lock with mine. But I just smirk and pinch him, smiling as he lets out a lusty moan and bites his lip.

"I happen to like your fatassness," I whisper, placing a chaste kiss against his now swollen lower lip.

He blushes a brilliant pink and titters softly, "So, you're not upset I'm going up to Jersey for the weekend?"

I shake my head, craning my head upwards and allowing him to snuggle his cheek into the crook of my neck, "I want you to go. If anything, you'll bring home money and clothes and other shit we can't afford."

He laughs softly into my skin, sending heated vibrations up my spine, "She's throwing another after I have her too... but she'll come down here, I think."

I wriggle out of his arms and open the cabinets behind me, reaching up for a couple of mismatched bowls, "Can you get the spoons? It's the 3rd drawer to the left."

Gee nods and turns around, setting about his minor task. I ladle generous portions into the chipped and discolored bowls, grinning as Gee follows behind me with a pair of spoons in his hands. We eat dinner in a comfortable silence, the still air only broken by the gentle patter of rain against the kitchen windows. He lets out a happy gush of air, setting his spoon down and grabbing my hand under the table, "Can you feel her now?"

He presses my hand against his stomach, giggling as it sinks into a patch of baby fat. I look at him in confusion for a moment, before I feel it. It's tiny but strong; the feel of a foot kicking at the outside intruder. I laugh breathlessly and press my hand a bit harder, feeling a pair of legs flailing around inside Gee's belly.

"See, you're not defective," he says, whimpering as she places a strong kick to what assume was his kidney.

In a flash of lust and stupidity, I dive under the table, nearly knocking the unstable piece off it's legs. I settle my head between Gee's thighs, laying kisses along the soft flesh. He quivers beneath my touch, slowly scooting his chair back so he could watch my every move. I lift myself up onto my knees, now kissing the round stump of his belly button.

"Hello baby," I whisper into his skin, feeling the kicks along my jawline.

The rain begins to beat harder against the window, lashing in violent bursts as gusts of wind throw it to the glass. Thunder rumbles overhead, the lights flickering for a brief moment as a particularly strong blast shakes the old duplex. Gee looks down at me and smiles, "She's fucking loving this."

I nod and kiss his lower belly, whispering to the tiny beating heart below.