Within the next to days Rago could tell that something was up... Or wrong with his little greyette. The preggy was throwing up more and had a major loss in appetite, it kind of freaked him out. He didn't understand any of it, so he did what any other good boyfriend would. He asked.

"Dynamis," The blackette asked as the younger was getting ready to bathe, the top of his rode in his hands. "Are you sure you're alright? You have been coughing way more than normal." Surprisingly blue orbs rolled themselves Dynamis let the warm, stone colored fabric flutter to the ground, he was in nothing but a pair of black pants with some medical tape wrapped around it.

"I'm fine Rago," The guardian said calmly before letting out a small cough into the side of his arm, Rago just watched in suspicion. "I'm not overly ill. It's just a cold, it will pass on it's own time." Red stared in both concern and enjoyment as the preggy began to take off the medical tape, wrapping it around a stool for later. "Besides, I do have you to thank for it." At this blood pools casted themselves aside and Rago became quiet, Dynamis sighed. "Rago I'm sorry but I had to, it's one of the few things I can hold against you." Strolling over to the depressed, upcoming father the tan slipped his arms around his neck, careful not to pull the black hair and ruin the moment.

"You know," The preggy said, or more like whispered, into the blackette's ears, pressing his slightly grow tummy against Rago. "You could pay me back for it by bathing with me... If you'd like..." The subduction in his voice and movements was just enough to get the taller male to grin and before they both knew it they were both naked and in the tub, Dynamis in Rago's lap.

It was nothing sexaul, just an innocent soak.

The water, because of there weigh, splashed over the edge and slid down the drain in the floor.

Dynamis snuggled up against the pale, toned chest before him, his finger gently tracing the six pack. He loved times like these where he and his lover could just relax and breath, not worrying about every little that happens.

Sitting up the pregnant one flipped his fluffy mop over his head and dunked it under the water, it's warm stone color turning dark. Rago had to hide the blush that coated his cheeks as he stared down at the soaked strains that now cascaded longer down the greyette's back, oblivious of the stare.

"You know what, Rago," The preggy said gently as he grabbed a light green wash cloth and dipped it into the water before taking a bar of soap and rubbing the two together. "I think that you need some more practice when it comes to changing diapers and feeding. You're not the best at i-?" A blush crept up Dynamis' neck to his cheeks, his arms stopping mid wipe. "Rago," The preggy said, his tone monochrome. "You're poking me." At this the taller banged his head on the stone wall, he groaned.

"Trust me when I say this wasn't supposed to happen."

"You're fine," The totally calm male said moving off of his partner's lap and to the other side of the tub, facing away from him. "Get out and go take care of yourself. I'll stay here and finish up." The black son could feel his jaw almost drop, surely he wasn't serious, was he?

"But love," He plead, his happiness becoming irritating. "It hurts and you look so good all wet and slick..." Even with all the need in his voice Dynamis still shook his head.

"No Rago," The other said firmly, he continued to wash himself. "Get that though your head. We are not having sex for a few reasons. One, I'm sick and I don't want to get you sick. Two, I'm tired and I'm cleaning myself so I don't want to become dirty again. Finally, with you riled up, like you are right now, you'll be rough, I can tell. If you're rough right now you could hurt the baby or me. Face it, we're not having sex." Hearing a huff, a splash and the door close Dynamis waited until the other was gone to giggle.

'That poor man,' The greyette thought as he placed the wash close down and picked up a bottle of shampoo. 'All pent up and sex deprived. I mean... It would be nice to make love, but in my condition... That isn't going to happen.'

Looking down blue eyes landed on the growing womb, a smile creasing his lips.

"I swear you're enjoying this," Dynamis cooed as he began to wash his hair. "Aren't you?"