A/N: ...So, I wrote something not feels inducing for once! Yay~! Have some drabbly husbands.
It was a a day of soft sunshine and breeze, that rustled the trees as Francis sits with Antonio by his side, among the long grass. They had just packed up their picnic, and were enjoying the last of the sun before heading inside again at his husband's request. It seems he was in need for a siesta.
Francis doesn't mind. It is just another part of Antonio that he adores. It just seems to be more frequent, with the new life he knows resides in the other.
They move inside, chatting happily. He'll never tire of Antonio's smile, his laugh. It makes his heart swell with joy. They pass through the kitchen and up to the bedroom, where he pauses to watch Antonio lie on their bed, the one they share, and it makes his perk up slightly. After all, there is always time for a little fun, provided Antonio's not to drained.
But Antonio doesn't lay down just yet. He sits, frowning slightly.
"Amour?" asks Francis softly.
Green eyes look up at him. "...Something's happening", he says simply.
Francis feels his heart drop, fearing. But then Antonio lays back, and Francis can't help the way his eyes are drawn to the Spaniard's stomach, where that little bump lies. And- did it just get bigger?
He comes over, eyes wide, and no, he wasn't imagining it. It was marginally bigger. Antonio stares, as Francis puts hand on the skin, and this time he feels the swell, as it begins to grow, much faster than it had been.
"Fran", Antonio breathes, as the bump grows, and begins to press at his clothes, as if someone had pressed fast forward on a video tape of his pregnancy.
Francis is entranced, watching his beloved stomach grow, popping buttons on his shirt and forcing his pants open, getting bigger and bigger, and... Antonio was flushed and groaning and Francis would be lying if this didn't turn him on a little, knowing it was his child, filling Antonio, making him look so round and fertile and oh so fuckable-
And now Antonio's stomach was so pregnant, at his peak, and the growth had slowed right down, but it looked like he could even become overdue, and Francis couldn't help but wonder how big he would get with more children inside him, 2 or 3, maybe even more, and Antonio was begging for him, needy, yet already so full with child-
A gasp, as Francis bolts up from his sleep, panting and a little hard under the blankets, a still blissfully asleep and still only a little pregnant Antonio by his side. He wipes his forehead, blinking the dream from his eyes. But the image remains, and he can't help but groan softly.
Great. Turns out he has a pregnancy kink. His gaze falls on his lover, and he just hopes that he can handle himself for the next six months.
Not that he thinks Antonio would be adverse to the idea. And when Antonio later discovers this, he is more than okay with it.