"Ivan, please." Ludwig sighed at the man below him with pinkened cheeks, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation.
Said man only smiled from his place below, at his partner's navel. "I haven't seen you two in months! I want to say hello." The Russian returned his attention to Ludwig's swollen stomach, and much to the blonde's embarrassment, he runs a gloved hand over the still clothed skin. "You've grown so much!"
Ludwig frowned softly as slender brows furrowed. He placed his hands on his hips and glared down at the man, "You mean I've gotten fatter?"
"No, no. Just the little one growing." Ivan wasn't put off in the slightest and finally rose to kiss the German full on the lips while his hands lingered on his abdomen. "Has he been giving you trouble?"
"How are you so sure it's a he?"
"Just feel how strong his kick is!" Ivan exclaimed excitedly. As if on cue, Ludwig felt a sharp jab against his side and winced.
"I can feel him, alright."
"I'm so proud of you." The Russian went on, pressing lips against Ludwig's forehead. The younger smiled, even as a cold hand made its way beneath his shirt. When had Ivan managed to take off his gloves?
Another sharp kick, directly where Ivan's hand was placed, brought Ludwig out of his thoughts, and as Ivan grinned, the blonde muttered, "I need to sit down."
The German carefully lowered himself to the couch and his partner sat beside him, lifting up his shirt to press gentle lips against his abdomen. He looked up suddenly, eyes bright, "We should name it Ivan."
Ludwig scoffed and rolled his eyes, but he smiled anyway. "We most certainly should not."
Ivan pressed an ear to his swelling belly, pursing his lips and nodding as if he heard something.
The other raised a brow.
"He likes the name Ivan." Ivan said sagely.
Ludwig gave him a droll stare and the man held his hands up in surrender. "He says... that he loves you," the Russian said as he sat up to kiss Ludwig's nose, who blinked. "... and, that you'll be the best mother the world has ever seen."
"I hope you're right." Ludwig murmured.
"I'm always right."
"You said this could never happen."
"What do you expect? We have sex a lot, yeah?"
Ludwig flushed.
"It was bound to happen," Ivan went on. "I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner. I blame your birth rates."
"Ivan?"
"Hmm?"
"Shut up."