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Mew’s moods were always easy to handle and he was someone everyone got along with easily and liked. However, lately Mew had been difficult to be around and his moods were all over the place.

As frustrated as Gulf was and as much as he would love to complain he knew that it wasn’t right and wouldn’t be fair.

His boyfriend was amazing and the reason he was so easily aggravated lately and his moods were beyond his own control.

In moments like these Gulf had to constantly remind himself of these facts to try and keep his cool.

He had just come home from working overtime at work since his boss demanded he finish the work he needed to do.

Sometimes Gulf loved his job as a sportcaster while other times he hated it since his work hours could be very demanding during busy season and make things difficult on him.

He was looking forward to coming home and relaxing while cuddling with his boyfriend.

Yet the sight he opened the door to was Mew with a deep pout and tears gathering in his eyes.

Gulf sighed as he placed his keys on the hook by the door while taking his shoes off. “P’Mew, what happened?”

Mew sniffled and got up, coming to cling onto Gulf for comfort. Gulf easily opened his arms to his Phi and allowed Mew to nuzzle into his neck while dropping  few sweet kisses there.

“I want a strawberry cheesecake, I want it so badly.” Mew whined while a few tears fell loose from the corners of his eyes, leaving a trail down his cheeks.

Gulf quickly thumbed the tears away and placed a wet smooch upon Mew’s lips.

“P’Mew, don’t get me wrong, but can I ask why you didn’t just bring one home from the bakery?” Gulf questioned while stroking Mew’s cheek gently.

Mew sulked and shoved Gulf away from him, “I didn’t want it then so I didn’t take anything. I want it now Gulf.”

Gulf quickly pulled away from Mew, allowing his arms to drop from where they were still resting on Mew’s waist despite the fact that Mew pushed him, they were still somewhat close.

He walked back to the front door and pulled on his shoes before he grabbed his keys. “No problem Phi, I’ll go get some.”

Mew beamed immediately upon hearing these words, no more tears to be seen anywhere on his face.

“Make sure to get it from Jom’s bakery. We made some fresh ones today.” Gulf nodded to show he heard before the echo of the door closing followed him down the hallway and into the elevator.

Gulf was exhausted and ready to drop down into his bed and sleep if not cuddle with Mew. He really didn’t understand why Mew didn’t just bring whatever he wanted or thought he might crave home.

Mew was working at his younger sister’s bakery and had access and permission to take whatever he wanted without charge.

It was a good job, he got to be around sweets and baking all day and Mew sure had a sweet tooth. He was also able to work in a safe environment with his sister, which might seem problematic if they ever fought but they tended to interact with lots of other workers and employees throughout the days that they never had big problems.

Gulf had a key to bakery on his key ring as well. Mew and him had been dating for about four to five years now and he was close to Mew’s family as Mew was close to his family as well.

He got into the car and began to drive thinking about how this all started.

Gulf and Mew were both bisexual, something they found worked for them as they both understood each other and there were no stupid misunderstandings in their relationship.

Unlike any other relationship they had with a gay man or straight woman where their partner became insecure and began to fear Gulf or Mew would leave them simply because they were attracted to more than one gender.

It was an unbased fear and made no sense but it didn’t stop their previous relationships from having so many problems it never worked out.

Until they eventually found each other and completely understood and respected each other’s sexuality without any major problems arising.

Ironically, Mew was strictly top, he didn’t bottom while Gulf was a switch. It worked, since Gulf enjoyed bottoming and their relationship, romantic and sexual worked.

Yet five months ago Gulf was outed nationally and felt humiliated and hurt. He was openly out and everyone he knew personally knew about his relationship with Mew.

He wasn’t hiding who he was, but given the publicity of his job and the fact that he was pretty well known, at least in the sports world, he hadn’t come out and said anything about it.

Granted, if he were asked directly he would answer directly, that was simply who he was, but he wasn’t given the choice or the opportunity.

Some sleaze who was a competitor in their field and office decided they wanted to create the image of bad publicity for Gulf in order to further their own career.

They knew about Gulf’s relationship and leaked it to several well known sports articles and newspapers which caused the whole thing to spread like wildfire.

Gulf was then attacked with so much hate comments, threats, and homophobia, it got so bad it reached to the point where he almost lost his job.

It was a dark time for Gulf and he hated that he had to go through that. He was such an emotional wreck and he was unstable with his thoughts that he came home to Mew one night.

Mew had held him and asked Gulf what he needed to feel better. Gulf had simply said, “I need to feel in control tonight. I need to top tonight.”

It was something Gulf had never previously done in their four years of dating. It wasn’t something he necessarily desired or missed.

Although he was a switch, he didn’t care if he didn’t get to top Mew, he simply just wanted a way for them to connect. This night was different.

Mew had wordlessly drawn Gulf to bed and allowed him to top. Although this was Gulf’s first time topping Mew, it wasn’t Mew’s first time bottoming.

Mew had bottomed when he first got into a relationship with another man but quickly decided he didn’t really enjoy it all that much, not that it was bad, it just wasn’t extremely enjoyable for Mew.

That didn’t matter this fateful night, Mew was willing to do whatever it took to make Gulf feel better. And he knew no matter what, this would be enjoyable since it was Gulf. He would always take whatever Gulf was willing to give him gratefully.

The thing is, Gulf was on birth control and they got tested regularly so they rarely ever used condoms. Mew was not on birth control, and they didn’t realize that they would need condoms for this.

It led to Gulf cumming into Mew and getting him pregnant. It was a huge surprise at first, but something they easily accepted. They both knew they were endgame and had no plans of separating.

They had also had multiple talks on having children together and knew they both wanted to. Although their parents might not be ecstatic at a baby born out of wedlock, something they wanted to do soon, they were still overjoyed at the prospect of a grandchild.

So, no matter what, Gulf knew that he needed to succumb to Mew’s whims and help to be as supportive and loving throughout this pregnancy as he could.

Mew would have been this way had their roles been reversed and Mew had never gotten upset or mad over their circumstances.

He never resented what happened and while Gulf knew he wouldn’t either had he been the one pregnant and it was irrational to think Mew was, he still had doubts.

It was never even a thought that Mew would carry their child, although they had both been tested and realized they were both among males with fertility.

He drove into the compound the bakery was located and parked haphazardly in the empty area knowing he wouldn’t get in trouble as it was closed and the place was deserted.

He quickly got out of his car, unlocking the door and rushing in. He flipped the lights on and went to the back, sliding the glass doors open to grab a strawberry cheesecake, one closer to the back, indicating it was freshly baked.

Jom placed the fresh ones closest to the back he knew. He pulled the cake out and closed the door before walking outside and precariously balancing the cake –he had put it in a box for safety- on his leg while he locked the door.

He jumped into the car, tossing the cake onto the passenger seat before heading home to his grumpy and pregnant boyfriend.

When he finally opened the door to his apartment, hopefully for the last time that night, Mew could be quite demanding and make Gulf leave multiple times for whatever cravings he had if he felt like having something else last minute although this rarely occurred, tonight seemed like one of those nights.

This time he saw Mew curled up on the couch contently while watching One Piece. He figured Mew was in a much better mood and so he took off his shoes, throwing his keys onto the hook and sat down, curling up into Mew’s side.

Mew’s eyes lightened upon seeing the box Gulf was carrying in his arms before he excitedly reached for it and opened it up, only for his smile to fall off his face.

Gulf felt himself grow agitated, not knowing what was wrong. If the cake somehow got deformed from the way he tiredly threw it in the car or while he was driving.

He peered over the top of the box, which was flipped over to his direction and looked inside, only to breathe a sigh of relief upon seeing the cake perfectly intact.

Which then caused him to worry even more since he was unsure as to what was wrong.

Mew pushed the box into Gulf’s arms harshly before huffing and turning away to focus on his show once again causing Gulf’s confusion to grow tenfold.

“What’s the matter Boo?”

Mew spoke without looking at Gulf, “I wanted a strawberry cheesecake.”

Gulf tilted his head, wondering if Mew was on crack. He doubtfully looked back into the box to make sure it was indeed a strawberry cake, even though he already knew that it was, confirming yes it was.

“But, this is a strawberry cheesecake.” Gulf said hesitantly, not knowing what upset Mew nor wanting to start an argument or make Mew cry.

“The strawberry cheesecake I like always has chocolate covering the strawberries and drizzled on top. You didn’t get that. You don’ even know what I like, you just grabbed whatever you could find because you didn’t want to get me anything in the first place.”

Gulf knew he had two choices. One of which was to comfort Mew and try to ease his emotions down. Mew wasn’t like this for the first trimester, he was pretty calm aside from slight nausea.

But for the past two months, he grew demanding and uncaring of Gulf’s thoughts and feelings. While Gulf didn’t think pregnancy was a pass to treat people like shit, he knew that Mew suffered from a lot of back pain since their baby was situated deep, near his back and his feet often ached.

Gulf took this into consideration and realized it wasn’t fair to lash out at Mew, if he really felt Mew was being unfair he would wait for a later time when Mew was calm to speak to him and have a conversation so they both understood and Mew would try not to be so irrational and inconsiderate.

He chose the second option, Gulf quickly got up off of the couch and sauntered into the kitchen to get what he needed.

He grabbed a pot and filled it with water before setting it onto the stove to boil. He watched as it began bubbling up before placing a smaller pot inside to float around, tossing chocolate chips inside of it.

He waited until it fully melted before throwing in some coconut oil and carefully taking the smaller pot out and turning off the stove.

Gulf opened the box with the cake and began messily drizzing the chocolate all over the strawberries before swirling the remainder around the cake and allowing it to fall wherever.

He quickly came outside and tapped on Mew’s shoulder before Mew begrudgingly looked back up at him.

Gulf silently handed Mew the box along with a spoon and watched as Mew dug in.

He stood back up properly before announcing, “I’m heading to bed. Let me know if you need anything else.” Before he walked out of the room.

He missed the guilty look Mew was sporting on his face.

Gulf showered and dressed before he laid in bed and tried to sleep. He eventually heard the TV turn off and the click of a light switch before Mew came into their room.

Mew sat down on the edge of the bed and faced Gulf.

“N’Gulf.” He called to gather Gulf’s attention. Gulf turned on his side to face Mew and waited to hear what Mew wanted to say.

Mew cleared his throat, “N’Gulf I’m sorry. I know how hard you’ve been working and I know that I haven’t been the easiest to deal with. It was wrong of me to treat you the way I did today. You’re not my personal maid, you’re my boyfriend, my equal and you deserve to be treated like that. You shouldn’t allow me to take advantage of you either. Sure, I do want your sympathy and understanding for what I’m going through, but I need to give you the same treatment.”

Gulf sat up before leaning into Mew and allowing Mew to embrace him into his arms fully. He loved being taken care of and he did love taking care of Mew, but he missed this.

“It’s okay. I know you’re not doing it on purpose.” Mew adamantly shook his head.

“I don’t care, you deserve better than this and I’ll try to be more reasonable. I just had a really shitty day today. A woman came into the bakery and said I was disgusting when she saw my belly.”

Mew sniffed as he began to let out small sobs. Gulf bristled and felt an all consuming rage come over him at what Mew had to bare.

“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”

Mew shrugged while snot dripped out of his nose causing Gulf to lean over and grab a tissue before carefully wiping it away.

He pulled Mew more onto the bed and caressed his bump lovingly. He leaned down and placed kisses all over Mew’s rounded belly which earned a loving look from Mew.

“I didn’t want to upset you but I knew I had to tell you.” Gulf nodded before lifting Mew’s shirt up and kissing all over the belly now feeling the fluttering of a kick and seeing small movements as their baby moved around.

“Ugh, little bugger always gets so much more active at night.” Mew complained. Gulf smiled, knowing that was perfectly normal. Whenever he placed his hand over Mew’s belly the kicking would typically stop though.

Mew took full advantage of that and always made Gulf place his hands onto his belly when he couldn’t sleep or was in too much pain.

Gulf was more than happy to oblige.

Mew laid next to Gulf before continuing. “I’m not even upset that she was blatantly homophobic and rude. I’m sad and upset that she could associate our baby, our precious little baby, something we made with disgust. How dare she insult our child?” Mew angrily said.

Gulf agreed with Mew. “Our baby is not disgusting, that woman was wrong and bitter. She doesn’t deserve the satisfaction of allowing her words to hurt you. I know I shouldn’t be one to talk, but P’Mew you’re so precious and so is our child.”

Mew leaned to kiss Gulf and began to nibble and lick at Gulf’s lips. “I love your lips Tua-aeng. They’re so sexy and kissable.”

Gulf laughed. Mew was always staring at his lips whenever he got the chance. Gulf found it extremely flattering. Although he loved Mew’s lips as well, their taste and the feeling of kissing him, he was mesmerized with Mew’s eyes. He felt like Mew could easily stare into his soul and that feeling was the best feeling ever.

“Can you ride me tonight Nong?” Mew asked. Gulf swallowed, scared to hurt their growing baby.

He knew sex was safe but the positioning with Mew’s belly was always difficult to work with. He figured they would take it slow and find a way that worked.

Mew woke up the next morning and decided to let Gulf sleep in. It was both their day off and he didn’t particularly want to disturb his wonderful Yai Nong.

He decided to make them both breakfast. He felt badly for how his emotions got the better of him sometimes lately and he would take it out on Gulf. He made sure they would talk it out and figure out how to resolve the situation no matter what.

He wanted Gulf to know his feelings were valid as well and that Mew loved him. He prepared breakfast and began to get things going.

Soon after he heard Gulf get off of the bed before fast footsteps and the sound of gagging hit him.

Mew rushed into the room to see what was the problem and found Gulf heavily throwing up. This was the third time this week and Gulf had no signs of a fever or anything else wrong with him.

Mew simply thought it was the stomach flu, but it has been over a week and Gulf had only thrown up three times, different days, all in the morning.

He wordlessly opened the cabinet in their bathroom and withdrew a box. He opened the box and pulled out a pregnancy stick.

They had bought a box full of them when they first suspected Mew was pregnant and so they had some leftover.

Gulf looked up at Mew with fear in his eyes.

He took the stick before gently pushing Mew out of the bathroom saying, “One second Phi.” Before closing and locking the door.

Mew stood outside the door waiting until Gulf finished before he heard the sound of water running and saw the lock turn. He wasted no time before he opened the door and walked inside the bathroom.

Gulf was horror stricken staring down at the pregnancy test. There was a clear plus sign staring back at them.

Mew pulled Gulf into his waiting arms and embraced him. “Shh, it’s going to be alright. You’re fine. We’re fine. This isn’t a bad thing.”

Gulf quivered in Mew’s arms before sobbing. “You’re already pregnant, and now me too. How could this happen. Will we be okay, will they be okay? I feel so irresponsible.”

Mew shook his head before taking hold of Gulf’s face and forcing him to look directly into his eyes.

“We’re going to be just fine. We both have stable jobs, a big enough apartment, and enough financial income to support two children perfectly well. You’re such an amazing person and you have so much patience, and not to boast, but I do as well. We’ll be able to handle two babies.”

“It’s almost like we’re having twins.” Gulf laughed humorlessly.

Mew hugged Gulf to him again. “Yeah, don’t you think it will be nice for them to grow together.”

Gulf finally relaxed before he said, “Yeah. It will be nice.”

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Today was an extremely interesting day to say the least. It had been a while since Gulf found out about his unexpected pregnancy upon dealing with Mew’s unexpected pregnancy.

When he had started to show symptoms and experience nausea he was already about 13 weeks along while Mew was about 21 weeks. Meaning Gulf was just about done his third month and Mew was in his fifth month.

They had been slightly overwhelmed at the news in the beginning and back to being afraid of what their parents reactions would be.

Thankfully, their parents were still as supportive as ever and both Jom; Mew’s sister, and Grace; Gulf’s sister had volunteered to help babysit and do anything they needed.

When it came to heavy lifting and more straining tasks, Gulf wasn’t allowed to as he was in a delicate stage of his pregnancy and Mew couldn’t because his belly was starting to get in the way and it was just dangerous for them both.

What a pair they made!

Right now Gulf was 20 weeks along, which means he was in his fifth month now and Mew was 28 weeks, meaning he was in his seventh month. They were both sporting rounded bellies, surprisingly around the same size.

While they knew early on that for Mew, the baby he was carrying was farther towards his back making his stomach look smaller and not as protruding, the opposite was true for Gulf. This baby was very visible at the front especially since Gulf already had a small belly prior to his pregnancy.

The thing that made the day interesting was that they both had ultrasound appointments on the same day. It was highly unlikely to happen but Mew was nearing the last stretch and so his appointments were getting a bit more frequent while Gulf also had a few appointments.

They were booked for the same day for a checkup and the time slot was close enough that Gulf had called in beforehand and explained their situation and just asked if he could go right after Mew instead of an hour later since he would already be there and the nurse had agreed.

They were currently in the clinic waiting for Mew’s name to be called to go in and see the ultrasound technician.

They were called in after a bit of waiting and Gulf stood by allowing Mew to brace on his shoulder to climb up onto the table and lay down.

He lifted his shirt when prompted and they watched the ultrasound technician pour the gel over his stomach before moving the transducer around.

Soon they were able to see their baby on the monitor, a clear shape at this stage and hear the sound of the whooshing heartbeat.

Their son was visible and growing nicely. They had found out the gender a while ago and knew it was a boy. They were yet to find out the gender of the child Gulf was carrying.

The technician printed the ultrasound pictures when asked and handed it to them before Mew sat up and once again used Gulf as a sort of leverage to pull himself up.

Once Mew was up, Gulf struggled to get onto the table himself, Mew bracing him by holding and steadying his weight, his hands a reassuring weight on Gulf’s hips as Gulf lay back.

The technician looked on in surprise. “I have an appointment for a Mr. Kanawut Traipipattanapong right now sir, if you could allow me to call him in.”

Gulf laughed knowing the technician wasn’t one he had seen before and they had to be confused. They obviously didn’t know who he was.

He pulled out his appointment paper and showed it to them, his name printed at the top. “Yeah, that’s me. We just happened to have our appointments together.”

The technician looked confused, “So are you guys friends just coming to an appointment together. Did you meet in a birthing class?”

Mew let out a low giggle not knowing how else to react. “No, not at all. We’re actually together,               that’s my kid he’s carrying and this is his kid I’m carrying.”

Gulf nodded as a way of confirming Mew’s story as the technician blinked a few times to process what was happening.

“Interesting. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean to pry and you absolutely don’t need to answer but was this planned or how exactly did this happen.” The technician asked as they prepared the transducer again, placing the gel on Gulf’s belly this time.

Gulf shook his head, showing he didn’t mind but allowed Mew to take the reins and explain the situation.

“Not planned at all. Actually neither of us planned on getting pregnant. It just kind of happened but we’re happy with the outcome. A lot of people are intrigued by the situation so it’s normal for you to ask any questions. You weren’t rude either just curious so I don’t mind answering.”

Mew squeezed Gulf’s hand as they watched the image of their other baby show up, the gender would most likely be revealed soon.

Although they would have to wait for the doctor to confirm as they technician couldn’t. They were once again brought into a trance by the sound of the whooshing heartbeat and they both smiled broad smiles knowing both their babies were safe and healthy.

They eventually finished and waved goodbye to the technician, thanking them as they walked out.

They both walked out of the ultrasound clinic and made their way to the car. They got in and buckled up, Mew making a grab for the keys signalling he wanted to drive and Gulf willingly let him.

They eventually made it home and began to plan for what they would do next.

Jom and Grace had come over and begun working on getting everything ready. Gulf and Mew had extra rooms but had mutually decided they wanted to have their babies in the room with them, although not on the bed, each in a crib of their own.

It was a decision they made together to settle their hearts and worries as they didn’t like the idea of their newborn babies in a room alone. While some parents chose this and it worked for them, Mew and Gulf just didn’t think it was best for them.

They were both pretty incapacitated when it came to assembling heavy things or moving around anything right now and so their sisters were a huge help.

When Jom and Grace weren’t helping or offering to help Mild and Boat often came over to help as well. It helped that Mild was a certified nurse and Boat had plenty of nieces and nephews so they were both able to help.

Mild often gave them advice to deal with their pregnancy and rubbed both of their feet while Boat helped give them information and set up anything or move around anything that was difficult for Jom or Grace due to the weight or it just being difficult to assemble.

Mew and Gulf were extremely grateful for all the help they were receiving from everyone. Not to mention both Mama J [Mew’s mom] and Khun Mae [Gulf’s mom] often sending them food that they were craving.

They planned to return the favour at the first chance they got and were always grateful and showed their gratitude whenever anyone close to them came over to help.

Gulf just wondered what would happen once both babies were born. Or worse yet, when Mew gave birth and Gulf would be too late in his own pregnancy to be of much help.

They were about two months apart so that meant that for the beginning Gulf would still be able to move around freely and help Mew with everything while later on he wouldn’t be able to move around as much and he feared a lot of the strain of raising a newborn would be left on Mew.

He could already see himself refusing or being unable to get out of bed and grab their crying son leaving Mew to do it all. He really hoped he would still be able to help as much as possible.

Then the work would be doubled as soon as Gulf gave birth with a young baby and a newborn in the house it would be trying and difficult but they would somehow find a way to make it work, like they always did.

It was an even more special day since they decided to just legally register their marriage before their joint appointments. Gulf and Mew didn’t want to have one child without being married as the stigma was too much, although there wasn’t anything bad about it.

On top of that, they had been together for so long and they were ready to get married. While they agreed to wait until after both babies were born and they were big enough for things to have calmed down they did want to register their marriage.

They decided to just do it, for all these reasons, two babies, the fact that they did plan to marry, and to just make the legal process of naming the babies and giving them the same last name when they were born.

Gulf had already decided he would add Mew’s last name to his and so both children would have Mew’s last name as well. It would be so much more confusing if they carried different last names despite being 100% related.

They were now legally married and it was surreal despite feeling the same. The thought that their names were now legally bound together was crazy but in a good way.

Everything was going great for them both and despite knowing things would be difficult, they were ready to face the future.

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Gulf woke up feeling extremely groggy. Thanfully once he had entered his second trimester the nausea had mostly subsided and gotten better until it eventually stopped completely. 

He was now 30 weeks while Mew was 38 weeks. It was expected that Mew should be careful as he could go into labour at any moment. Unfortunately, given the fact that they were both pregnant and towards their last trimester, neither of them could do much heavy lifting, or bending. 

Given their situation and circumstances, Mew's mother had demanded they stay with her and Papa at least until both babies were born to offer help and space. Since Mew hit 37 weeks and they were warned that it was normal to go into labour from the 38th week, they had been staying by Mew's parents. 

They were also both too big and far along in their pregnancies to sleep comfortably, they were both using pregnancy pillows and because none of the bed's were big enough for them both to sleep comfortably on it, they were sleeping on different  beds. This also meant that they were sleeping in different rooms which was something that caused Gulf emotional strain. 

He hated being away from Mew, especially when they both needed the comfort and warmth of the other. He was thinking of just asking Mama and Papa if they could bring over one of the bed's into the other room so at least they could sleep in the same room even if it wasn't on the same bed. 

He knew that it would reduce the space in the room greatly but it would only be for a short while so hopefully it wouldn't be a major issue. 

He struggled to push himself up into a sitting position before shuffling to the edge of the bed and slowly getting off, ready to go use the bathroom, brush and get dressed. 

He tried to work as quickly as he could so that he could go check up on Mew and see how he was feeling. As soon as Gulf finished doing his business and changed his clothes, he made his way outside and gripped the railing as he carefully made his way down the stairs. While Mew and Gulf were 8 weeks apart, they were showing very differently. 

As they knew early on in the pregnancy for Mew, he was carrying more towards his back which caused more pain but also made his stomach less noticeable while as for Gulf, this baby was positioned in a more expected way but was growing big. 

During the 20/28th weeks of their pregnancies, they had about the same size bellies but now Gulf was visibly bigger than Mew. His baby was so big that the doctor's were surprised he didn't have gestational diabetes. It appeared the baby was just growing bigger than usual. 

However, there were no major red flags or health concerns and so Gulf was only relieved. While it was a strain on him to be lugging this weight around and it caused him to get tired quickly when moving around, he was just happy that everything was okay and he didn't need to be concerned. 

As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs P'Jom rounded the corner coming from the kitchen and heading towards the stairs when she spotted Gulf. "Gulf, why didn't you call down for someone to come help you?" 

Gulf rolled his eyes playfully, "P'Jom, I'm pregnant, my legs are not injured or unable to move. Besides I have the railing to hold on to." Jom still moved to stand beside him and placed her hand around his waist to offer him some support as she walked with him into the kitchen. 

"P'Mew is awake and in eating already. I really don't know why you were so stubborn and insisted you stay in the room upstairs. You could have easily stayed in my room."

Gulf poked at Jom's side, "Phi- I told you, it's okay. Besides wouldn't that be an inconvenience for you to give up your room? It seemed like the better option to stay in the guest room." 

While they Jongcheveevat mansion -as Gulf liked to refer to it- had abundant space the main floor only had so much space. There was the kitchen which they were headed towards, Jom's kitchen that she baked in, the living room, the living room Mew claimed as his, Mew's room, Jom's room, and their parents room. Which meant that the guest room was located on the upper floor.

Jom had offered her room and said she would go upstairs so that Gulf wouldn't need to constantly be climbing the stairs and that he could be closer to Mew as well. Of course, Gulf refused, saying he didn't want to make Jom move. Besides, he wanted to be in close vicinity to his husband, being so close but separated by a wall would be worse than a floor between them. 

It's like having something within your arm's reach and being unable to get it vs having to drive somewhere to get something. It's only more painful the closer you are to getting something and still being unable to attain it. 

However, Gulf did want to bring something up, "Actually, I miss sleeping with Mew." Jom made a disgusted face, "Not like that P'. I miss just being with him and I was wondering if we could fit a second bed in his room, even just throwing a mattress on the floor, I would be fine with that. I just want to be near to him at night."

Jom squeezed Gulf's hand that she grabbed as she gently led him through the doorway of the kitchen, "My poor N'Gulf, I'm sure we can do that." 

Mew looked up with a bright smile on his face and a look of pure love pouring out of his eyes. It made Gulf's chest throb as he was suddenly overwhelmed with the feelings for Mew that came over him. 

This man was his, all his. "I miss you." He simply blurted, summarising his conversation with Jom while giving no actual information or context. Mew let out a laugh as he beckoned Gulf over. 

Mama was eating next to Gulf, "Luk is there something that you would like to eat or are you okay with what I made?" 

Gulf moved over while Jom pulled out a chair for him and held out her hand as a grip for him as he lowered himself into the chair, offering her a thanks. He gave the table a once over before shaking his head. 

"No Mama, this all looks great." Mama nodded her head and gave him a smile while she watched as he took a plate and began taking what he wanted. When he was done, he looked over at Mew and couldn't help but smile shyly. 

Mew suddenly yanked Gulf's chair closer to him, wary of his belly and the table colliding before he gently gripped Gulf's chin and gave him a slow, lingering kiss. In. Front. Of. His. Mother. And. Sister. 

Gulf quickly pulled back, shocked at Mew's actions. "P'Mew!" He scolded. Mew simply gave a little side smile before saying, "You're the one that said you missed me. I couldn't help myself. I miss you too. Also, they don't care." 

Mew's mom laughed while Jom gagged. "Ugh, I've seen worse go on in the back of my bakery, this is nothing." Gulf knew his ears were red as he recalled a time he visited Mew in the bakery -pre pregnancy, both of them- and saw Mew frustratingly decorating cupcakes with frosting. While Mew worked in the bakery with Jom, she did most of the baking. 

Mew was great at a lot of things but he wasn't the best at baking, at least it took him a while to learn how to master one recipe and currently he was not the best at decorating. 

Gulf struggled to hold in a laugh as he watched Mew squeeze the piping bag with restrained effort, the frosting far too thick and clumpy too properly squeeze out. A fat drop glopped out of the piping bag and splatted onto the cupcake causing Mew to groan in frustration before squeezing the bag harder unaware of his own strength causing the seams of the bag to pop as icing dropped on the floor and splattered all over him. 

This time Gulf let out his laugh and bent over unable to breathe properly at the sight of his then longtime boyfriend presented to him. 

Mew looked up, pissed off and upset over the cupcake disaster and now his boyfriend showing up out of nowhere and laughing at him. That was, until he noticed the absolute happiness that Gulf radiated which calmed him down immensely. 

When Gulf finally eased up laughing and looked at Mew, he could see that Mew was still clearly upset over failing at his task and in a spontaneous effort to cheer Mew up, Gulf seductively walked closer before standing right in Mew's space. 

He leaned over, swiped a finger in the frosting that had fallen on the cupcake before licking some and smearing the rest over his lips. Mew's eyes followed the movement, eyes already typically magnetized to Gulf's tempting lips, even more so now when they were glossy and slightly wet from the poorly made and inconsistent frosting. Gulf licked at his fingers, "Hmm Phi, it tastes good actually, so don't feel too bad."

Mew breathed low and deep before leaning in and licking at the frosting coating Gulf's lips, loving the sweet taste of the frosting but loving the sweet taste of Gulf even more. Soon their lips were locked together as Mew's tongue pushed into Gulf's mouth licking and sucking at the leftover taste of frosting before he leaned away, collecting more of it from the cupcake and smearing it over Gulf's lips again before leaning in once more. 

While Mew continued his invasion of Gulf's mouth, he lifted Gulf and dropped him onto the prep counter at the back that he was working on, unmindful of the flour and confectionary goods that tipped over and spilled, little plumes of flour wisping into the air. 

Mew moved from Gulf's lips to his neck, which had always been extra sensitive, sucking hickeys into the offered skin. 

10 minutes later and Jom walked in, they were in a rather compromising position but thanfully she saw nothing. Gulf's shirt was pulled halfway up by Mew's hand and his legs were visible as his pants and underwear swung from one ankle as his legs wrapped around Mew's waist. But Mew's body was blocking most of Gulf and Mew himself only had his pants unzipped and the flap of his boxers pushed aside as he was buried within Gulf. 

Yes, she caught them having sex within a huge mess at the back of her bakery. No, thankfully, at least she didn't see their nether regions. Gulf was accordingly embarrassed and unable to look Jom in the eyes for at least two months after that incident and upon being reminded he desperately wanted to run and hide all over again. 

Mama even looked confused at what Jom said but Gulf and Mew both looked embarrassed while Jom looked traumatized and so she was easily able to figure out the situation. 

"Son, I told you not to be rough with N'Gulf." Mama scolded Mew while Gulf felt the need to run heighten. 

Jom snorted, "That wasn't even the problem, at least I don't know if it was, fortunately. It was the lack of hygeine, especially around food products, I had to toss everything that was in the vicinity out and ultra, super, sanitise the area. It was also gross for me to even go back there for weeks -no offence Gulf- because I kept thinking about it. 

Gulf shrugged, "I'm so sorry. You can go ahead and say offensive things, you have the right." 

Mama scoffed, "It was exactly this that got you in this predicament. Both of you pregnant." 

Mew frowned, "I wouldn't change a thing if I could. I know I never expected to be pregnant, but I'm so grateful. This baby is a product of love, of a little bit of Gulf and me. And so is this not so little little one." Mew reached over, tapping on Gulf's belly. Gulf smiled. 

"Yeah Mama, we know you're not upset and don't mean anything hurtful, but me too. I love knowing I'm carring a little piece of P'Mew around with me and that P' is also carrying a little bit of me around. Sure it wasn't planned and it's unconventional but our babies will have each other to play with and depend on, they'll grow strong and healthy together. Plus, they'll still have their own birthdays. 

Mama smiled at Gulf, "I'm glad you know I wasn't insulting you Luk, I was trying to tease you. But you're both right, these babies are going to grow up extremely loved with you two as their parents."

Mew's hand extended to hold onto Gulf as they felt warmth flood them at Mama's words. 

Wait- it wasn't just warmth that flooded them, that was, surely that was liquid slowly dripping down onto the floor. Mew let out a low wince causing everyone to panic once they followed his line of sight to the slowly dripping liquid. Gulf was frozen, completely frozen. 

This-this wasn't supposed to happen like this. Why was he leaking water?

He was too early, he was only thirty weeks, he couldn't possibly be going into labour yet. Jom helped gently pry Mew's hand out of Gulf's grasp as Gulf felt a sudden contraction come over him. He was getting pain since the previous night but he figured it was just braxton hicks. 

Mew's mother jumped out of her seat, extremely worried. "Luk, can you stand?" She helped Gulf up and called Papa to come grab onto Gulf from the other living room as they rushed to go. Jom helped Mew up and to the door before running and grabbing the prepared hospital bag that had all the necessities. They were packed and prepared -for Mew- not Gulf. 

Gulf felt fear take over him as his lips trembled and his eyes clouded over with tears. He started to sob lowly as Mew gripped strong onto his hand. "Yai Nong, you'll be okay. You're a fighter, our baby is a fighter, nothing is going to happen. But we do need to check into a hospital and get you rested." 

Gulf shakily nodded as they walked outiside and got into the car, heading to the hospital. 

Once they were inside and they got someone to attend to Gulf as his doctor was not on call or on shift. Mew was busy filling out forms for Gulf while they ran tests on Gulf inside the room while nobody was inside. 

His water bag had not burst which explained why the water didn't gush out nor was it a lot, it was more of a steady dripping. His water bag was leaking, that's what they told him. They were trying not to induce or start labour, in fact they wanted him laying down and resting to ensure he wouldn't suddenly go into labour. 

The doctors were a bit baffled at his situation but after setting him up, Mew was allowed into the room and after hours of uncertainty Gulf was undeniably in labour and was going to have the baby whether it was needed or not. He was dilating and getting consistent and timely contractions and the doctors were debating cesarian or using a vaccuum. 

Gulf could feel the fear quaking through him but he kept looking at Mew, those determined and expressive eyes anchoring him and the hand that never let go of his soothing him. 

Eventually, they tried to have Gulf push and he was able to go through an intensive labour without them needing to vaccuum the baby out. 

Gulf was now resting and Mew was in another hospital bed pushed close to Gulf's resting as well. Once the nurses caught sight of Mew, seeing his state, they offered him the bed as he refused to leave the side of his husband and their premature baby. 

The doctors that delivered their baby explained that their newborn baby boy had a high survival rate but there was a plethora of complications that could arise. They currently had him in the NICU with breathing tubes as his lungs weren't fully developed. 

Mew allowed himself to cry in these moments, with Gulf by his side sleeping peacefully, he needed to be strong right now and not show this fear and weakness to Gulf. He already knew how Gulf felt and that if anything happened to their precious baby, Gulf would undoubtedly blame himself when it wasn't his fault.

There was no reason for Gulf to deliver prematurely, he had never miscarried, been pregnant before, and he never smoked or did drugs and didn't drink for the duration of his pregnancy. Even before he knew, he had not touched a drink at all. 

Mew let out a watery chuckle knowing the only reason Gulf didn't dare touch alcohol during that time was because they knew Mew himself was already pregnant and Gulf insisted if Mew couldn't drink, he wouldn't do it either because it was only enjoyable if they did it together. It was a blessing in the end, how stubborn he was because Gulf soon found out he was pregnant and couldn't drink then even if he had wanted to. 

He prayed for the safety of his baby and the sanity he knew Gulf and him would need. 

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Gulf had risen due to his discomfort and attempted to sit up. He had a moment where he forgot everything that had happened the previous night and was imagining he was in the safety and comfort of his home and bed. With Mew beside him, but reality kicked in rather quickly.

Gulf felt a distinct pinching feeling in his arm and slowly opened his eyes to see an IV in his arm. He then started to feel the pain in his nether regions. He was sore and everything felt swollen and throbbing. He had torn during his birth and needed stitches and that was also causing him pain. 

But there was nothing in this world that could have prepared him for the mental and emotional pain that came when he realized exactly what had caused his physical discomfort and why he was in the hospital in the first place. 

He let out a low sob before he began crying, he felt like the breath in him had gone out and he was lost, set to drift out to sea. He needed to find his baby immediately and ensure that his son was alright. He remembered being told that it was a boy during the birth and feeling extreme happiness over that. They had decided not to find out the gender of their second surprise baby as they thought it would be fun to keep the surprise. 

The gender didn't matter to them and they had already found out the gender of the baby Mew was carrying. But he had not gotten to find out much more about his precious baby boy since he had been exhausted and the nurses had taken his baby into the NICU right after leaving Gulf with an empty space inside of him both literally and metaphorically and no answers. 

He continued to cry quietly, the only noise heard coming from the many machines in the room as well as indisctinct speech from outside the room. Gulf needed to call a nurse and find out soon what was going on with his son. 

He pressed the nurse call button while blindly reaching for it, his eyes were too teary to see much of anything. While he prepared to pull himself together, reminding himself that he was not mourning his son. His baby was still alive and kicking, although Gulf knew he ran a much higher risk of dying due to the premature birth than if he carried to full term. 

A pressure was building and suddently Gulf felt that it was all his fault, if his son didn't survive it would be due to his failure of a carrier. Gulf had one job and that was to protect the little life inside of him and nurture it until the baby was ready for the world. But this- this was much too soon and much too dangerous. 

He felt himself thinking back to the first few months, the most crucial stages of development in pregnancy where he was doing a lot more physical work. He neglected to protec his baby then. 

While it might seem stupid to think like that since Gulf was unaware of his pregancy, it was more that he was in denial. He knew what early pregnancy symptoms looked like, had witnessed them with Mew. Had learnt all about it from their doctor and his own delve into research when they learned about Mew's pregnancy. 

He knew that this last stage was also very delicate and yet he insisted on sleeping upstairs, putting a strain on his body while going up and down the stairs to sleep. Jom had kindly offered her room just for that reason and Gulf refused. Why was he such an idiot? 

What did pride matter, when it came to the safety of his baby. Why hadn't he just agreed and stayed put on the main floor where he didn't need tp struggle up and down stairs. 

He also knew that he was at fault for not eating properly. He tried to have constant and consistent meals as he couldn't eat a lot at once but was hungry often. He would have smaller meals more often but on long days at the station, he tended to eat less meals and focus more on work. 

While he still felt the hunger pangs, they were easier to ignore and forget when he was preoccupied. If his baby didn't survive or had any medical complications it would be entirely his own fault and he deserved every ounce of pain that caused. 

Another thought hit Gulf, sending him farther into a spiral. He might have deserved it but Mew didn't. Mew had done such an amazing job caring for the baby he was taking care of and that's why he was able to carry to full term. 

Clearly Gulf did something wrong and that would cause Mew a lot of pain that shouldn't have been his to deal with. How could they ever possibly had thought Gulf was capable of carrying their child? 

Gulf was angry at himself, in all their previous discussions about children they had known they wanted Gulf to have their children. Mew was never even in the equation and in hindsight that was laughable. Mew was amazing at everything, he knew how to love and care for others, of course Gulf would screw it up. 

While wiping his tears and feeling immense rage and sadness at himself the door finally opened. The nurse had shown up and opened the door, it was then that Gulf heard a sound causing him to instincively look towards it and he noticed Mew sleeping on a bed near to his. 

How had he missed that, he was so lost in himself he didn't even realize his very pregnant and equally distressed husband was next to him. The sound of the door opening had Mew groaning and waking up. 

He had gotten an even more fitful sleep than regular. Distressed and uncomfortable on the small hospital bed. The nurse took to checking on Gulf quickly, she took his vitals before Gulf got an answer.

"How's my son? Can I see him soon?" The nurse, done with her initial assessment of Gulf nodded. 

"He's doing very well, although he still needs some support breathing. We have given him surfactant, a steroid designed to help stimulate the growth of his lungs and avoid any repiratory distress. He won't be able to latch and breastfeed anytime soon in case you were planning on it, he is currently being tube fed formula." 

Gulf felt nausea rise but forced himself to answer, "Yes, I would like to breastfeed, what are my options there?" 

He knew how much more health benefits breastfeeding had and preferred it to formula for his child, as long as there was no reason not to. He was glad to hear that his son was faring well but was even more frustrated to know how utterly useless he was and that he couldn't protect or nourish his child. 

The nurse kindly squeezed his shoulder and offered a smile upon sensing his distress. Mew looked on, just as eager to know about the state of his child but allowing Gulf to ask the questions as it seemed he needed it more. 

"Yes, you can pump the milk and we will be able to feed it to him. Hopefully he can try latching once the steroids get his lungs up a bit more." 

Pure relief washed over Gulf that at least he could do that. 

The nurse had her pager go off, "I can get someone to bring you and your husband over to see your baby right away and send someone else to help aid with the lactation and pumping." 

Gulf nodded thanking her anxiously waiting to be taken to see his baby. Mew rubbed his eyes before getting out his phone. 

Gulf vaguely registered the conversation he was having, "Khrub Mae, you should be able to come in and see Gulf again soon. We're about to go the NICU and see the baby. Yeah... See you soon, love you." 

It seemed that Mew's family had gone home after waiting around during the birth. Gulf's own family was on their way, as they didn't live in Bangkok. They were planning on coming down sometime this week to be there for both babies, Khun Mae especially wanting to be there for Gulf's birth. 

Unfortunately that didn't happen all because Gulf was incapable of even protecting his own child. 

The nurse had someone come in a few minutes later and they escorted Mew and Gulf to the NICU. Gulf being sat in a wheelchair as he had a tough birth and tore worse than usual from what the nurse told him. He would be expected to try and walk around to recuperate in a few days but for right now, he needed the rest. 

They were escorted to a room filled with incubators, some with lights shining on them due to jaundice. The babies were all so tiny, but not Gulf's. His baby was a monster compared to the rest. Weighing 5 lbs and 3 oz at just a day less than 31 weeks was impressive. 

The doctors and nurses even went back through the gestation period to confirm the baby was indeed premature, since his weight was much more than normal for this age. It was a worry that the baby would be too big actually if grown to full term. 

The confirmed the baby was indeed premature, that the weeks were correct and that was shown in his poor lung development. Gulf felt his heart swell and break at the same time upon gazing at his sweet baby. 

He was so beautiful but it hurt to see the feeding tubes and the machines helping his lungs to work. The nurse in the room with them comforted Gulf, "It's normal to feel overwhelmed, but the feeding tubes and everything else should be gone soon we're hoping."

Gulf swallowed heavily and felt Mew lean over him. "He's beautiful Tua-aeng, look what we made. Look what you did." 

Gulf pushed Mew's hand gently off of him, curling into himself. "He is beautiful, I just hope he'll be okay after what I did." 

Mew seemed a bit stunned, "What you did?" 

"He's in here because of me Mew, why else would he be?" 

Mew struggled to try and get eye contact with Gulf, not being able to bend and Gulf being in a wheelchair. 

"Listen to me Gulf, nothing you did caused the baby to be born early. Besides, he's okay, the doctors and nurses have already assured us that 31 weeks is safe enough, he just needs to be in the hospital for a bit longer than we expected. He will be fine, you will be fine. I told you our boy's a fighter, don't doubt that." 

They didn't get to spend much time in the room as the nurses had their bathing day and needed to continue their work with the babies. They were reassured that they could visit a bit later and spend longer and that at the next bathing time when their boy would bathe, they could do it themselves. 

That seemed to give them both something to look forward to while they were taken back to the room. Gulf was now being instructed on how to get his milk out and pump. The machine was pulling uncomfortably on his nipples, making them sore and hurt. 

He hated it, and it all seemed to be useless since almost nothing was coming out. The lactation specialist intervened, "Khun Gulf, it will seem pointless for a bit. It normally takes some time for your milk supply to properly come in after birth. And having the direct stimulation from a baby's mouth helps more than anything. But if you keep pumping consistently, the flow will come. Don't give up so quickly." 

Gulf groaned, fighting the urge to rip the pump off. Mew's family had arrived around this time and came in. The lactation specialist left after instructing Gulf and Gulf sat there listening to the annoying whir of the machine as it painfully squeezed him. He had to think of his baby and endure the pain. 

He just felt frustrated and stressed and knowing that stress affects milk production made him more stressed about being stressed. 

"Yai Nong, it's okay. If you aren't getting quite enough right now it's fine. He will be given formula anyway, they can mix the breast milk in for now. And I can try pumping as well. My milk supply should drop anytime soon and I can use the pump to stimulate it myself. If we both do it, we can get somewhere faster." 

At this Gulf finally felt all of the negative emotions that had been swirling inside him explode. "Why, do you think I am incapable of doing this. The very LEAST thing I can do is feed my child. I don't want him to be deprived of this and I don't need you forcing yourself to do it now. You should wait and let your supply come in naturally, I should be able to at least provide milk for my child." 

Mew looked heartbroken at the outburst and Jom stepped to his side holding his hand. Mama J intervened, "Gulf, I know you're upset but please consider that Mew is still pregnant, the stress of the birth is already not good for him, you yelling at him certainly doesn't help the situation either. He's just trying to help and it's not your child only, it's Mew's as well. If he want to assist in any way he can for his child, you have no right to tell him he can't and that it's your child." 

Gulf clenched his jaw, fighting against the hurt that made its way into his system. He knew he came off wrong, they misunderstood his intentions and he shouldn't have yelled. But that hurt, all he felt was pain. 

He burst out sobbing causing the one other person in the room to sit by his side and envelop him in a strong hug. Gulf gripped his father-in-law's shoulders and let himself cry fully, loud and ugly. Snot smearing on Papa's shirt. Papa just silently rubbed his back and allowed Gulf to seek comfort in him. 

"I'm sorry Phi, I didn't mean to say it like that. I meant that I feel like it's my fault. That I couldn't even help my baby, bring him to full term, I can't give him milk either and yet here you are able to do both of those things. Why am I such a screw-up? I'm only hurting you and our child." 

Mew sought out Gulf's eyes to try and draw his attention, "I told you that it's not your fault. You did absolutely nothing wrong, the doctors themselves said it. Sometimes, these things just happen and it sucks but they do. And again, our baby is still alive and fighting, he'll survive and be okay. It's normal that your milk isn't coming fully yet, we just need to wait a few days and I can help remind you to pump. We'll get through this together." 

Gulf nodded finally feeling the words settle in and the guilt leave his body. It wasn't his fault, his baby was still here, he needed to be here for his baby. 

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Mew was going to lose his mind, he was just about ready to strangle anyone that came near him. The absolute rage he felt in this moment could not be easily defined by words. If he didn't hit something now, he was going to reach a murderous state. 

"Can you just give me the damn epidural," He shouted out in the midst of his hospital room. 

Gulf was currently sitting nearby, the whir of the pumping maching adding to the noises in the room. He wanted to shout at Gulf to do something but he knew that Gulf had to pump and he at least had the consideration to not make Gulf feel guilty for that. 

It had been a month since their first son was born. He was in much more stable shape now and had passed the most dangerous stage, his lungs were developing beautifully and he was supposed to be released today. 

Gulf and Mew had made their way down to the hospital, while Gulf did stay for around five-six days after the birth, he was discharged while their baby, Alex, stayed in the NICU. They went two-three times a day, to drop milk Gulf had pumped and stored and just to spend time with their son. 

It was extremely ironic in a non-humorous way that while Gulf had delivered prematurely, Mew was 42 weeks and still had no signs of labour. They had an appointment rapidly approaching to induce his labour had he gone past it. 

Fate seemed against that idea as in the morning when they visited Alex like usual, Mew began to go into labour. It seemed like a good thing he was already at the hospital and Gulf was with him. 

They were extremely excited that morning at the prospect of finally taking their little boy home, but alas, Mew's water broke and he was told to stay until his labour truly started and they could get him a room. In the meantime, they spent their time in the NICU, nurses expressing concern every time a contraction hit. 

But that, that had been hours ago. 

Mew was finally assigned a room when his contractions got close enough together and his body seemed all prepared for the birth but he was not yet dilated enough. That also meant that he could not get the epidural either. 

Therefore, the source of his rage came into view. He desperately wanted to just get this baby out of him. His ire was directed at Gulf but Gulf had enough stress as well, and he was very strict with his pumping schedule. His supply having come in fully and Mew didn't want to disrupt that. 

A nurse came in to check on Mew around the time Gulf finished what he was doing and was able to sit on the edge of the bed beside Mew, holding his hand and pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. Mew felt nauseous and hungry, he had not eaten anything since the morning and he just wanted to be home with their son like he expected to be in the morning. 

The nurse finally declared that Mew was ready for the birth... 

After a little while longer, Mew sat exhausted, the anger having seeped out of him. He had a little baby girl resting on him, he desperately wanted to reach up and hold his baby girls but his arms felt dead. His whole body seemed to be lacking it's usual strength and motivation. 

He glanced over to Gulf who was still at his side, just running his fingers over Mew's arm in soothing strokes, a small smile on his face. "Tired baby? You can close your eyes and get some rest, I'll be here to look after her." Gulf comforted him. 

He looked to the other side and saw his mom who had gotten here when Mew was finally in active labour, having his mama and Gulf there was all it took to get through it.

He felt his eyes drift close and allowed the exhaustion to claim his body.

By the time he woke, he heard Gulf talking to someone. 

"You can keep him in here for a bit. I'll bring the discharge papers for you to complete and then you can bring him back whenever. Since you'll both be here tomorrow, we'll process the dischare tomorrow." 

"Thank you so much, I was a little worried about taking Alex home and leaving Mew and the baby alone. Not that I'm not excited to have Alex home, I would just prefer we do it altogether and with Mew by my side." That was Gulf. 

"No worries, we understand the situation, and it's just one more day. All the nurses at the NICU are going to miss him, we've spent a lot of time together, haven't we buddy." 

Mew finally opened his bleary eyes. He saw one of the nurses for the NICU talking to Gulf, Gulf had their baby girl in his hands while Alex was wheeled into the room on a cot. 

It warmed his heart to see the love of his life and both of their children together. 

The nurse walked out of the room soon after and their daughter began to cry. It amused Mew to no ends when he noticed a slight wet patch beginning to form on Gulf's shirt. Seems like not only has his body gotten accustomed to producing milk, but their daughter was hungry. 

"Mmm, love, can I get her. I want to try latching and seeing if I can train my body to that very reaction you have as well." Gulf glared playfully at Mew before standing and walked over to him. 

"Easy there, babe. You don't want to hurt yourself. Yes, up, slowly." Gulf had a steadying hand out for Mew to use as a leverage to pull himself up. Mew pulled his shirt down allowing access to the baby. 

He knew theoretically what to do, from watching Gulf. But it also helped that Gulf had been through it and was able to guide them both into it. The actual feeling was weird and slightly painful but Mew just let it happen. 

Eventually, Gulf sat back down with a pile of papers, the discharge papers for Alex Mew assumed and began filling them out. 

It was a peaceful moment.

They were discharged the next day as their precious baby girl was in the all clear and had no signs of jaundice. This was a perfect day as they got to go home with both babies. Slightly nerve wracking because it would be the babies first day home, and they would have to adjust to not one but two babies. 

Thankfully Mew's parents asked them to stay for the first month so that they could be around to help. It was relieving to know they would have help and did not need to struggle alone. 

--- Two Months Later 

They had settled into a routine in their home by now. But that didn't mean life was any less chaotic with two babies in the house. It was a lot of sleepless nights and aching boobs. It worked out that they were both able to breastfeed because they could take turns that way. 

They switched out for every cry, if Mew got up for one change/feed, the next one was Gulf's and they could cycle through the night like that. This way they could get some sleep between the two of them. Only when both babies were being really persistent and couldn't stop crying did they get up together. 

It was a nice comfortable routine neither of them would give up what they had. Gulf and Mew had never been happier. 

Living a domestic life with Alexander and Natasha.