Kit: Enjoy this chapter.

These days I'm not really in the mood to do anything other than drown myself in BL, escape from reality. Because if I roam around the house, I'll inadvertently catch eye of something one of my cats used before, then the fact that she left us will hit me again... Then I'll feel like crying again.

Anyways, yeah. Hope you enjoy this chapter. We're nearing the end of SC.

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First trimester

"Papa... Is Mummy getting fat?" A boy who was going to be six years old soon asked his dad with a not so innocent intention.

Singto immediately looks from his wife towards his devious son, back to his wife who looked like he was about to cry. But the next second, Krist stood up in sonic speed, running towards his son with no care about his current situation.

"Oi! You brat, come here! Who the hell are you calling fat?!"

"Kit! Calm down, please. You might fall!"

Hearing this, the raging omega's steps faltered and Singto immediately went over to support his pregnant wife, not forgetting to send a look of warning at his son. "You're right... Oh no! What if I hurt them?! You wouldn't want me anymore would you?!"

Now there was a bawling mess he had to deal with.

That night, he sneaked off their bed to go over to have a talk with his son. "Tae..."

Tae fiddled with his blanket as he apologised for what he did in the afternoon, "Sorry, Papa..."

"It's good enough as long as you know what you did wrong... Papa have to ask a favour from you, can you help me watch over your Mama and help him with anything he needs? It's still very early in the pregnancy and he isn't very stable currently... I'm afraid something happens when I'm at work."

The young boy stared at his mattress for a while, finally looking up with determination in eyes, "Mm! I promise I'll look after Mama properly!" Singto rubbed his head, smiling at his son, "But don't throw your studies away either, remember that the nanny is still at home to help around okay?"

"Krub pom, goodnight Papa..."

"Goodnight Son."

Before turning off the bedstand lamp, he kissed his son on the forehead and tuck him in, making sure to close the door as silently as he could.

Second trimester

The sun was up, birds were singing happily and the weather was perfect, nice and breezy.

Krist glanced up at the name of the hospital, asking the question that had plagued him since yesterday. "You think they'll be a boy? Or a girl?"

"Which ever I'm still going to treat them as they deserve, but I'm leaning towards boy."

"Why not girl?"

"I'm scared that I won't be able to make her pretty and cute..."

"Aw... It's okay honey, we can ask P'Jennie about that."

By now they were already at the waiting room, waiting for their number to be called so that they could see their doctor.

"I still haven't forgiven her for being too touchy..."

"She's my sister, 'tuan."

A few hours later, they came out of the room. One excited, the other dazed and unfocused.

"I'm going to have to two more baby boys!"

"T-two..."

Oh lord... What has my womb brought into my life? Tae was enough, now twins?!

Wait no, not my womb. It's obviously P'Sing's sperm's fault!

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Third trimester

Krist was standing in front of the mirror, staring at the huge bump that was his tummy.

One moment he had gentle eyes, thinking of how cute and beautiful his two babies would turn out to be after birth, how he would dress them up in cute matching outfits and takes pictures for memories' sake.

The next moment, his eyes started reddening, which worried Singto who was watching with careful eyes. He still remembered the doctor from their first pregnancy said that mood swings may come back in full-swing during the third trimester.

The moment his very-pregnant wife turned towards him in one swift turn, he knew he was going to be busy for the next few hours.

"You!"

"K-krub?"

"All because of you! If you didn't forget the damn condom then I wouldn't be like this! Look at me, I'm so big and fat, I have trouble walking around and I waddle from place to place!"

Singto was trying his best to calm him down, "Kit... Calm down na, teerak?" But it didn't seem to work. "Calm down? Calm down! Yes, okay. I'll do that when I don't weigh and look like an elephant!"

Three hours later, Singto came back with a bouquet of flowers in a mix of Krist's favourite flowers and his favourite dessert. He saw Krist on the couch, looking down at the floor guiltily with teary eyes.

"I'm sorry... 'tuan..."

"It's okay, I know you didn't mean it... Do you want your cake?"

"Can I have a movie after that?"

"Anything you want, teerak."

In the far corner at the top of the stairs, Tae was sticking his tongue out in disgust at their mushiness, not feeling sorry for his father at all.