The morning sickness had only gotten worse until eventually the only thing Vince could keep down was Ambrosia cream rice. Naboo had taken to morbidly reading about everything you could expect while you were expecting and a great deal of things that nobody expected...
Forlornly poking at his slimy chunks of rice, Vince looked over curiously at Naboo.
"You've been taking that folic acid I gave you?" the shaman asked over the top of his book.
"Yeah," Vince nodded, "Thanks for finding those strawberry flavoured chewable ones, they were genius," he smiled.
"Oh god," Naboo said to his book.
"What?" Vince asked with his mouth full.
"You've already had measles, haven't you?" Naboo asked, walking over to him and pressing a hand to his forehead.
"Get off," Vince said, cuffing him around the head and knocking his turban crooked. "You're worse than Howard."
"Credit me with some dignity, Vince," he replied, straightening his turban.
"You should stop reading that," Vince went on, pointing at the offending piece of literature, "You're driving me mad."
"Excuse me for taking an interest," Naboo sniffed.
Vince rubbed his tummy again. He'd been doing that a lot lately. The baby was about the size of a pellet and, apparently, looked like a tadpole.
"Hello little pollywog," Vince crooned to his flat stomach, "You don't want any more nasty rice, do you? You want bon-bons and raspberry bootlaces, they're much nicer."
"Please don't tell me that's what we're calling it," Howard walked through the door and hung up his jacket.
Vince sprang to his feet and leapt at Howard, wrapping his legs around the taller man's waist and kissing him full on the mouth. He'd been doing this a lot lately too.
"Careful!" Howard said nervously and set him back down on his feet while Vince snuck another quick kiss.
"I'm not a bloody china doll, Howard," Vince said, poking his nose, "And all these hormones are making me well randy."
"Right, I'm leaving. I did not need to hear that," Naboo left the room covering his ears and scurried off to his own bedroom.
Vince looked up at Howard expectantly and proffered a cheek. Howard made a show of rolling his eyes and blushed as he pressed a warm kiss against his boyfriend/partner/thing's cheek.
"Hello," he said and placed a large hand against Vince's abdomen, stroking it with his thumb.
Vince covered his hand with his smaller ones and smiled up at Howard's awed face.
"He likes you," he said and laid his head against Howard's chest.
"Or she," Howard reminded him gently.
A panicked expression crossed Howard's face.
"Vince, what if it doesn't like me? What if I'm no good at this?"
Vince kissed the hallow of his neck and smiled against his skin.
"You'll be fine, everyone has to learn as they go along. And Naboo and Bollo have already had practice!"
"I suppose so," he sighed, "I'm just a bit worried. I never thought I'd have to deal with something like this."
"Knocking up your best mate out of wedlock?" Vince asked cheekily.
"Well... anyone really. I didn't think that any lady of quality would want to have me as the father of her children and, well, I didn't think it would be an issue with you..."
Vince looked at him very seriously.
"Howard Moon, there is no one in the whole world I would want to have this baby with except you. All those ladies of quality are missing out."
Howard smiled at him crookedly and put his arms around him.
"Thanks Vince," he said, bringing their foreheads together.
He felt an insistent hardness poking at his thigh.
"Now, can we please fuck before my balls fall off and join the circus?" Vince whined.
"C'mere," Howard said and manoeuvred him onto the couch, before dropping to his knees.
He opened Vince's jeans and wrenched them, with his pants, past his hips. The damn things were practically painted on. He wouldn't be able to wear things like this much longer. Howard imaged him with a bump and to his surprise felt his cock twitch at the idea. Vince in a long shirt and nothing else, walking around the flat, heavy with their child. He opened his own flies and pulled out his rapidly stiffening prick with his left hand and urgently pulled himself off, while taking Vince's lovely cock into the back of his mouth, and gripping the base with his right.
In the two months since they'd been 'an item' as Howard delicately put it, or 'shagging like Bonobos' as Bollo had said, Howard had made it a point of pride to become fully versed in the act of fellatio. Catching up on lost time, he'd said, but the truth was he loved having that much power over Vince and being able to control the wanton pleasure that it brought him. He could play him like an instrument by now.
Vince's moans reached higher and higher pitches before he finally came down Howard's throat with a sharp keening sound.
"So good at that," he shivered. "Come back up here."
He kissed Howard deeply and reached down to replace Howard's fervent hand on his cock. Before long, Howard breathed in sharply and came into Vince's tight little fist. The smaller man licked some of the semen off his hand and sucked his finger thoughtfully.
"You really like tasting that?" Howard asked.
"Ambrosia," Vince winked and kissed him again and Howard tasted both of them on his tongue.
