"Rago! This isn't funny! Give it back to me!" With all his will power Dynamis attempted to grab his grey and white clothing from his lover's hand, curse him and his shortness!

"Nope, you're going to have to reach for it, love~" The taller said with a smirk, enjoying the current score.

Rago: 1

Dynamis: 0

"This isn't fair!" Dynamis fumed as he tried again. "You're like a foot taller then me so give it back!"

After five months and two weeks the preggy was beginning to grow larger in size and, apparently, unable to jump. Rago's smirk grew as he looked down at the view in front of him, he should do this more often. Dynamis was in nothing but a pair of black pants, his naked chest pressing against his clothed one, arms stretched out trying to grab his last clean robe. Another obstacle the greyette had was the large stomach that got in his way making everything even more difficult.

"Having trouble my sweet~?" The blackette teased holding the clothing higher. "Do you need a boost~?" Grey eyebrows knitted together as he got on his tip toes to reach, stupid weight gain.

"Rago, please! It's cold in here!" The said man's grin went wide and, with his free hand, he brought his uke close to his body.

"You know you could use me as a heater if you're cold, I wouldn't mind keeping you nice and warm~" A huge, red blush formed on the captive's cheeks as Rago's mouth moved to his ear, nibbling on it lightly. Tan lips let out a small, almost non vocal mew, a shiver running down his spine.

"S-Stop!" The greyette squealed, his hands firmly against purple clothing. "Rago! Please just give me my robe!" Glancing up at the robe the adult got an idea, with a swift flick of his wrist he sent it flying backwards onto the bed. "No! Rago!" Struggling against the human cage Dynamis only found the other arm around his waist, sighing he rested his head on Rago's chest. 'You want to play dirty, well that's fine with me. Lets play!'

Snaking his hands down Dynamis let his body go down to the floor, eyes glinting with mischief. Red watched curiously before getting the point of the movements and let his grip go weak, this was going to be so goo-.

"Sucker." Slipping out of the grasp the preggy grabbed his cloths from the bed and made a beeline to the bathroom, it wasn't until Dynamis got in the bathroom that Rago realized what happened.

"Wha-?! Dynamis!?" Rushing over to the now closed door the blackette gave the handle a tug, it was locked. "Love! I was only joking!"

"I don't care!" The twenty one year old stated from the other side of the door, currently putting on his last piece of apparel on. "There is a difference between being mean and joking and that was not joking!"At the yelling the little one kicked Dynamis's bladder, thank the gods he was in the bathroom.

About an hour later the grey haired male exited the bathroom, the baby had finally settled down.

"Finally..." Dynamis breathed out as he strolled over to the bedroom door and opened it, he walked out. "Rago?" He asked looking down to each end of the hallways, where could he be? 'Alright then... Where could he be?' Sighing he took the left route to the living room, when he got there he found it empty. 'great...'

"Stupid piece of shit!" Blinking blue made their way over to the kitchen window to see Rago outside... Watering?

"Rago?" He asked out the open window, the black haired being shot up.

"Oh, Dynamis. It's good to see you're not mad anymore. We need to talk about this piece of shit," He held up the worn out and practically destroyed watering can. "It needs to go." Sighing the greyette exited to the backyard and took the can from the muscular man.

"Rago, listen," Dynamis said in a stern tone, hands on his hips. "Why are you watering my roses when rain is on the way? Are you trying to kill them? Another thing," He held up the battered garden tool. "You can't just go around and break everything that you can't work properly." In frustration the preggy put the watering can down and pointed to the door. "Go inside and sit down, I need to talk to you." The seriousness in the younger's voice told Rago to obey. As much as he didn't want to he headed for the door.

Once inside he went to the couch and sat down, Dynamis doing the same across from him.

"Now Rago, you need to listen to what I'm about to tell you." Taking a deep breath he looked straight at his seme, right in his eyes. "You need to stop acting like a child and become more of a mature adult." This took the black son by surprise, he thought it was something more serious.

"What do you mean 'acting like a child'? I don't act like a child! How do you even see that?!"

"See," Dynamis said keeping his cool, his hands resting in his lap. "You are acting like a child right now. Freaking out like that is what ten year olds do, not twenty five year olds. There are other things that point to my assumptions. For example, the way you whine when you don't get what you want, especially when it comes to sex. Another thing is your constant cursing when things don't work properly and the habit of you beating those said things up. All I'm saying is thath you need to grow up, regradless of your excuses or arguments."

Rago was left speechless by the pregnant male's claim, did he really act like that?

"Do you understand me now, Rago? I can't have that type of behavior around here, especially with the baby on the way. Get this through you thick skull, I'm pregnant. That means we can't make love every time you need some and you can't roughhouse with me either. We may only get one shot with this pregnancy and parenting thing and I don't think you want to lose it, do you?" Blood stared at ocean, sighing he stood down. He couldn't go against that, he wasn't wrong.

"That's what I thought and... No more beating up my watering can, understood?" The blackette nodded, seeing that he wouldn't get anymore out of him Dynamis stood. "I'm going to our room to take a nap, carrying this little one has worn me out. If you want to you could join, it would be lonely without you." Without even an acknowledgement Rago sat there in deep thought, rolling his eyes Dynamis turned on his heel.

He was tried and needed sleep so if Rago wanted to miss out on cuddles, then it's his problem.