Early the next morning, Armin lay in bed next to a still very exhausted Jean. It wasn't quite as bad as yesterday, as he managed to wake himself up; he was still barely lucid, though. Even so, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked over at Armin.
"Mornin' you," he groaned out after he flipped over to face Armin. In response, Armin grinned sleepily.
"Morning, Jean." Now he put a hand on top of his stomach and rubbed it slowly. "And this one is saying 'Good morning, Daddy'."
Jean leaned downward and pressed his forehead against Armin's belly, right below his hand.
"Good morning to you as well, then," he cooed to his unborn child. Right after he did, Jean could feel the fluttering movements indicating that the baby heard him.
Both of them kept laying there on the mattress for a good while longer. As they did, Armin could detect a strange sort of glimmer in Jean's eyes. Almost like a sort of hunger.
He could now feel Jean's fingers gently dragging across his stretched skin. That dragging turned into pressing his palm against it. The whole time, his breathing was getting deeper and heavier. When Armin looked further down, he noticed that Jean was becoming quite hard under the sheets.
Jean's efforts to hide his raging boner were rendered futile; Armin was already reacting to it. As a result, Armin scooted over to wrap his arms around Jean. Now he was feeling himself becoming aroused.
"Jean, please..." He all but moaned out.
"Hm?"
"Please...Fuck me."
Without saying another word, Jean leaned in and pressed his lips against Armin's. His hand reached up and tangled fingers into Armin's hair. In response, Armin pressed both his hands against Jean's cheeks.
...
Before long, Armin had his pajama pants pulled off as Jean prepared him. He shivered and bit his lip when he felt those fingers press into him, after the initial burning and resistance.
"Nnnh...Ah! Ahh! Jean, please...!"
As one hand was being used to get Armin ready, the other was gently pressed against the top of his stomach. Jean leaned downward and pressed his lips to the top, maintaining eye contact with Armin.
"Fuck, it gets me so damn horny knowing my baby's inside you," he murmured while closing his eyes. Armin couldn't help but blush. A lot of the time he felt icky and unpleasant, along with bloated and fat. Knowing that Jean still enjoyed him sexually at least made him feel better.
Gently, and with great care, Jean pressed the tip of his cock into Armin. He stayed at that for a while, looking to Armin for the go ahead. It came in the form of Armin reaching forward and taking his hand.
"Wait." Jean started readjusting himself, in preparation to pull himself out. "I-I gotta put a condom on."
But Armin shook his head. "Don't worry about it; I trust you."
"You sure?"
Armin nodded. "I'm sure." He then lay back and relaxed himself, in an attempt to make it easier for Jean to penetrate him. "Besides, you already got the head in."
Right after saying that, Armin felt Jean push in about an inch further. His breathing hitched a bit, before he started moaning.
...
Later, Armin blushed heavily as Jean circled his tongue around his navel. The sensation against his bulging stomach was making him shiver. Jean's hot and wet mouth and tongue were just so skillfully used.
The feeling intensified when Jean licked upwards, latching his mouth onto one of Armin's nipples. As he did this, he pulled Armin into his lap and pressed himself back in, running his hands all over Armin's stomach (especially his stretch marks).
Armin shuddered as Jean slowly went in deeper, inch by inch, until he was completely inside him.
"Oh God..." Was all he could think to whisper. He tilted his head forward, resting it on the top of Jean's head. Slowly, Jean moved in and out, whilst rocking them both back and forth. Not once did he stop suckling at Armin's full breast.
Neither of them knew how long this all lasted; they only accounted for when the both of them came together. Armin clutched at Jean tightly, holding on for dear life as he felt Jean's cum spurt into him.
"A-Ahhh..." Armin loosened his grip and fell back onto the mattress when Jean started pulling out; when he was out, he could feel his cum starting to trickle out of him. He panted a bit too heavily, his arms reaching up to let Jean give him a hug. Now, instead of slow, drawn out fucking, the two simply held each other close.
Jean caressed Armin's cheek with his fingertips, looking him directly in the eyes. Without really thinking about it, the two of them leaned closer and pressed their lips together. It wasn't rough or harsh, but rather quite gentle and careful. Both of them pulled back only briefly for air, before going in to do it again.
After the second time, Jean flopped over next to Armin on the mattress. He lay an arm over his eyes as he did his best to regain his breath. Next to him, Armin was doing the same.
...
"I don't wanna go to school today," Jean slurred out while shaking his head. "I wanna stay home, and sleep." To his surprise, Armin had something to say to that:
"Then let's not go."
Jean lifted his arm up to look at him. "Hunh?"
"I said, let's not go to school today. I don't have to worry about my grades slipping, and you've improved quite a bit in the last few months.
"So...Let's just call in. I think we can do with a break. And if you have to work today, maybe call in?"
As if to try and confirm that what he'd just said was actually said, Jean paused and looked away. He then looked back at him and grinned, nodding.
...
A few hours later, once the proper phone calls were made, the couple were still laying in bed with the TV on as background sound. Armin was mostly occupied with watching Jean sleeping away.
He was getting the idea that Jean was just getting burned out, and was finally getting a day of rest he sorely needed.
He did certainly need one; every good husband did sometimes.
Armin was about to nod off himself, when he heard knocking at the door. Once he made sure Jean was still asleep, he got up (which at seven months along was something of a feat) and waddled over to answer it.
"Hello-" He was cut short as the visitors grabbed hold of one of his wrists, and yanked him away. In the process, a blindfold was tied over his eyes.
...
The next time Armin could see, once that blindfold was removed, the setting had changed drastically. Instead of the little house he lived in with Jean, he was back in Eren and Mikasa's apartment.
"Surprise!" Seeing all his friends, along with Jean's mother, Armin couldn't believe what he was seeing. Or rather he could, it was just an incredible sight to behold.
In front of him, he saw a large round table with presents, snacks, and a giant cake waiting to be pounced upon.
"Oh...!" He couldn't really put into words precisely how much this all meant to him.
"Yeah, we didn't have a whole lot of money to work with," Connie said while directing his girlfriend Sasha toward the hors d'oeuvres. "Maybe only a hundred fifty altogether, but we made do."
It was quite a lovely gesture, and only at a hundred fifty dollars. Armin wasn't sure what he was most impressed by.
...
Jean had woken up to a quiet house, to his worry. If Armin were going someplace, he'd have woken him up first to tell him. In an attempt at keeping his mind occupied, he stepped into the bathroom and got ready to take a shower.
It was rather more quiet than he could tolerate. The sound of spraying water did little to help. Even then, he stepped in to clean himself up. The hot water cascaded down his body, relaxing him immensely.
"Oh, God..." He couldn't stop from whispering to himself, as he dragged one of his hands down his body, taking hold of an inexplicable erection. Without really thinking about it, Jean began sliding his hand up and down, at a most pleasurable speed.
If he closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough, he could imagine it was Armin's mouth on him instead. He was pretty good with it. He found it hard to believe that he'd been Armin's first (and at least so far only).
"Uhhnn..." He let out, feeling himself get closer to his peak. The very thought of Armin, with a swollen belly carrying Jean's unborn child, that alone managed to get him pretty far.
He didn't last much longer before he came, sliding down the shower wall and watching his cum wash down the drain with the water. As he did, he then rinsed off his hands and tried to catch his breath.
Wherever Armin was right now, he just hoped that he was okay.
...
So far, Armin couldn't believe the lengths his friends and mother-in-law went to, in order to make certain his baby shower was a good one. All the gifts he'd unwrapped lay on the table, among all the paper he'd ripped off of them.
"You're the best," he said to each and every one of them. Due to his wild pregnancy hormones, he couldn't help but weep a copious amount of hot tears of joy. "All of you, you're the best."
They all seemed to take it as a compliment, which was what he'd hoped for. There wasn't really any other way he could think of to show how much it all meant to him. (even the carseat, although neither of them owned a car. He wasn't about to tell Connie that, though)
His only real troubling thought was whether he and Jean could find a place in the house to put all of it. In order to try and keep his mind off of that, he helped himself to a slice of cake.
Somehow, Armin was glad that his child wasn't kicking up a storm today. Lately, the way it had been doing that pretty much took the wind out of him. It was making him wish that this pregnancy would hurry up and reach term.
He wasn't about to tell the others that, though.
-later that day-
"And just where the hell have you been?" Jean was sitting on the chair in the kitchen when Armin got back. The tone of his voice had taken on a tone of a sinister quality.
"I-I...I was at a surprise baby shower." Hopefully Jean would notice the bag of gifts in his hands. It would lend credence to what he just told him. "I didn't expect it, either, so that's why I couldn't tell you."
Jean merely stood up and walked over to him, still looking displeased. "And you didn't bother to try and call me at any point?"
Seeing Jean loom over him in such a way was frightening. Armin placed a hand over his belly, in case Jean turned violent for any reason. In all honesty, Armin couldn't remember if he'd been able to grab hold of his phone.
"J-Jean...?" Armin could feel himself shaking profusely as Jean leaned in closer. Then he squeezed his eyes shut.
He was caught off guard when he felt Jean's lips against his forehead. Then he looked up to see a big happy grin on Jean's face now.
"I hope you had fun, then~!" Armin was still dumbfounded when he saw Jean go back to their mattress and curl up back into the blanket.
There were many times that made Armin disbelieving that he was married to Jean. This happened to be one of them.
He did appreciate Jean's concern for where he was, though.