One night, Armin relaxed with his head resting on top of his arms, feeling Jean's warm hands gently knead and press against his bare skin.
Initially he had his doubts about laying on his belly, but Jean reassured him that it was still early in pregnancy. He didn't need to worry too much right now about whether or not he was hurting their baby.
"Unnhh..." Armin couldn't stop from letting out a pleasured moan while feeling Jean move down to begin pressing against his hips. Then he felt him kissing his shoulder blades.
At the very least, Jean's pregnancy fetish could benefit Armin greatly. It was helping his self-esteem, if nothing else.
In between his torso and the mattress, Armin could now feel Jean's hands sliding up to his small breasts (left over from his first pregnancy). Jean himself pressed up more against Armin, his mouth reaching his ear. Once he felt his tongue against the shell of his ear, Armin shuddered.
"I wanna make you feel beautiful," Jean purred into Armin's ear now, while pinching and pulling at his nipples.
Armin just relaxed and let him do his thing.
...
Later on, after a late dinner, Armin was quietly taking his vitamins before bedtime. Next to him on the mattress, Jean was laying on his side rubbing his nose against Armin's uncovered stomach; he couldn't stop himself from lavishing constant attention upon his unborn child.
"You know, Jean, you can still do that tomorrow morning. The baby isn't going anywhere."
"I know," Jean told him in response. "I just can't help myself. Just knowing I put my baby into you, for some reason I think it's hot-"
He was then interrupted by an abrupt noise, one that sounded a little like fabric ripping. Looking up, Jean could see Armin's cheeks turning beet red.
"...What was that?"
Armin opened his mouth to say something, but didn't get the chance to. By then, Jean caught a whiff of something nasty. In appropriate fashion, he recoiled back and covered his mouth and nose.
"Armin, holy shit! Was that you?!"
In pure embarrassment, Armin slowly nodded. Hopefully he could get some of that out now, so later on wouldn't be as unpleasant.
It was still embarrassing, though.
...
Lately Armin was becoming worried about Jean not eating as much as usual. So far today all he'd seen him consume were a few saltines, a cup of yogurt, and a couple glasses of water.
"Jean?" He decided to ask one morning, while dealing with morning sickness and having Jean hold back his hair. "Are you-" He was interrupted by another sudden lurch. When that was over with, he continued. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Better than you, it seems. Why?"
Armin coughed up a bit of residual vomit. "I'm just worried about you."
"Well, worry about yourself. You're the one making another human, not me."
...
The rest of Armin's second pregnancy went surprisingly calmly. He and Jean went to their checkups and ultrasound appointments, and they made absolutely certain that he was eating properly (Jean still wasn't eating quite as much as he used to, but Armin didn't want to confront him over that again).
During one night, early in Armin's seventh month, he was once more learning firsthand just how strong Jean's fetish was. He was laying on his side, reading a random tabloid Jean had gotten for him from the store.
He got to roughly in the middle of a celebrity interview before he could feel a rather amorous Jean start to caress his arm from behind. Along with that came some gentle kisses to Armin's neck and face.
"Seems like someone had a nice day off today," Armin said to him before tilting his head back.
"You know it." Jean let one of his hands trail down Armin's body, soon resting it on the front of Armin's enlarged stomach. Then he started licking Armin's cheek before going to his ear.
"So nice and big," he murmured as he dragged his fingers down a few of Armin's stretch marks. "You're heavy with my child and I love it."
Armin sighed in absolute bliss when one of Jean's fingers began drawing a circle around his navel. Then he did his best to readjust himself to give Jean better access to the rest of him.
"Ah-haaaannh..." His eyes rolled up a bit when Jean managed to wrap both arms around him. A small line of drool trickled down the side of his mouth.
Jean simply continued to kiss and fondle him. Armin loved each and every second of it.
"Feel that?" Jean rasped in Armin's ear while gently pressing against his stomach. "That's us in there. You and I made that little life together. It's my seed in your belly, my essence you've received and nurtured so well."
He kept going with the sensual talk as he then pulled Armin's tank top off, leaving Armin to try and cover his exposed chest.
"You don't have to be embarrassed," Jean told Armin when he started rubbing his hand across his upper arm. "I'm your husband, and I think you're gorgeous. I love seeing you exposed to me in this way. Seeing you vulnerable like this is really turning me on."
As though to reinforce his claim, Armin could feel Jean's rock hard cock poking against the back of his thigh. It was making him blush quite a bit. He blushed even more when Jean began kissing his shoulder and rubbing his hips.
"I wanna fuck you all night," Jean continued, as he then cupped his hands underneath Armin's baby bump. "I want you to feel me inside you, filling you up completely. Maybe we'll stay like that for the rest of the night; my nice thick cock buried deep inside you while I'm holding you close."
Armin couldn't stop from panting heavily while hearing all of this. He was letting out a good few moans as well.
It sounded like a plan.
...
The smell of musk and sweat permeated the air when Armin awakened early the next morning. He felt warm, sticky, and all out uncomfortable as he pried Jean's arm off of him.
Once Armin managed to pull himself to his feet, he lumbered on in to the bathroom. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he undressed, expecting today to be like most of the others.
He only really noticed something seemed off when he got into the shower. Even then, Armin tried paying it no mind. Only when the tightness and pain persisted did he realize that something was indeed wrong.
"Oh God..." Armin knew that it was much too early to be feeling this. Out of a slowly increasing fear, he cried out for Jean.
...
With a pair of sweatpants and some fairly bizarre bedhead, Jean came into the bathroom while scratching his ass.
"What?" He asked at the end of a yawn, making himself sound a bit obnoxious. Armin gestured for him to step closer using his head; his hands were being used to keep himself from slipping and falling.
Using as little speech as possible, Armin got Jean to realize that he might be going into preterm labor. That was really all Jean needed to hear to perk up and help.
It only took roughly a couple minutes to get Armin dried off and dressed in some pajamas. Even so, it felt like forever. Both were quiet on the way to the hospital, save for Armin trying to calm himself down.
...
Arriving at the hospital, Jean and Armin were quickly ushered into a delivery suite. Now, Armin's contractions were being monitored by some strange machine, attached to his belly with various wires and electrodes.
"Looks like we got Doctor Berner again," Jean said as he held Armin up from in between his thighs. "Just like last time, even."
Armin didn't give much of a response; all he could really do was keep taking deep breaths. To try and calm him down, Jean lay his hands on top of his shoulders and gently rubbed them. He also kissed the top of Armin's head.
"You're gonna be fine, Armin," he told him while pulling back. "This time can't be any worse than last time."
Again, no answer. Armin's breathing did start quickening, before turning into groans of pain. As soon as that started up, Jean quickly took hold of Armin's hand and let him squeeze it hard as he could. He did his best to hold on until his contraction passed.
By now, thankfully, Doctor Berner came in with a couple of nurses. He sat himself down in front of Armin to check his progress. While he did, the nurses removed all the wiring on Armin's stomach.
It didn't take too long for Doctor Berner to stand back up and pull off the rubber gloves he had on. A grim look was on his face.
"You don't seem to be making as much progress as you really should be," he told them. "Not to mention that you're a couple months early, but trying to prolong your pregnancy doesn't seem to be an option now. I hate to suggest it, but it looks as if you'll be taking a trip to the operating room."
...
It didn't seem very fair that the one person Armin wanted with him couldn't be in with him when he was getting a c section. Jean tried to reassure him, though.
"You're gonna do fine in there," he said to Armin while they waited for Doctor Berner and the nurses to come back to get him. "Trust me, these guys know what they're doing." Armin didn't seem entirely convinced.
"I'm scared, Jean," he whispered. "I'm really, really scared."
Jean squeezed his hand. "It'll be fine. I'll be waiting when you get finished." That seemed to have put Armin's mind at ease a little. It still felt like much too soon when the others arrived to take him.
...
The hospital staff pushed the gurney closer and closer to the OR doors, until they were forced open by said gurney pushing through them.
Even though Armin tried not to get too confused by what was happening, he still didn't know what exactly to do when he found himself on the operating table. He mostly just recalled a surgical cap being put over his hair, and staff milling about to get ready. Thankfully, a couple of the nurses stayed nearby to keep him calm.
"You're going to be fine," one of them said to him as the doctor got his surgical tools at the ready. "Doctor Berner is very good at this."
Armin tried to get a closer look, but Doctor Berner was already hidden from view. A different nurse came over and tied off a tourniquet right under his shoulder.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," Nurse Petra said to him, like she could read his mind. By now, her face was mostly obscured by a surgical mask. "Nifa here and I will be here the whole time. We'll hold your hands for you, if that's okay?"
Armin looked over to Nurse Nifa (who also had a mask on). Both nurses were already holding his hands. Even so, he nodded.
"Yeah, that's fine." In all honesty, he'd have preferred it to have been Jean. No sense in being picky right now, though.
"So who was that young man in the room with you?" Nifa asked of him. "Would that be your husband?"
Armin nodded. "He's nineteen, and I'm eighteen."
"Oh my, so young!"
"Yeah, we...Ah!" He was briefly interrupted when another nurse carefully inserted an IV into the inside of his elbow. "We got married when we were still in high school, because of...Of..."
Armin trailed off, thinking they didn't want to hear about how he and Jean got married for a child that never came.
Now Armin felt a mask get strapped onto his face, with oxygen quickly beginning to flow. Both women gently squeezed Armin's hands when the mask was put on, as if to tell him that he'd be all right.
"They're going to put you under now, okay?" Nifa said to him as he felt the tourniquet be removed. Again, he nodded.
Sure enough, Armin could feel the general anesthesia starting to take effect. Before long, he was in a deep sleep, completely out by the time Doctor Berner made the first cut. The last thing he heard before he did slip into total unconsciousness was reassurance that he was in good hands.