"So, um, sorry we're late?" Marshall got out rubbing the back of his neck in the nervous tick he'd picked up a long time ago and Gumball was even standing there rubbing his hand up and down his forearm softly in his own nervous tick. Fionna stood in front of them with her hands planted on her hips, her blue eyes dark and grumpy with them as they stood in front of the five month pregnant human who finally sighed out crossing her arms.
"Whatever!" She snapped looking disappointed making the two boys feel bad. Fionna complained, recently, her breasts were hurting and her sciatic nerve was feeling the pressure and her ankles were sore. Right then she'd been ready to chew out the both of them but seemed more upset than anything at that moment. "Just come look at the baby stuff I already opened!"
"Okie!" Marshall chirped smiling wide, like a cutie, then took off stirring up a soft breeze and Gumball rolled his eyes. He offered his arm and Fionna smiled taking it then walked them down the hall to the first floor living room. Being it's a castle Fionna joked and called it the first floor jokingly but when Gumball couldn't really get the joke from time to time.
"How are you feeling?" Gumball finally asked making the blonde sigh then, her hair tied in a loose knot at the base of her neck but her bangs slid out to frame her face. She had dark blue smudges, like ink blots, under her eyes that glowed over them. She looked the epitome of every tired, pregnant mother. And these facial, physical signs of exhaustion were getting more intense as the pregnancy went on and she looked like someone kept her up six days in a row and she was only five months.
"I'm fine, PG." Fionna got out then grinned up at him when he looked down at her in an incredulous manner. "Come on, PG, this is me we're talking about! Tough As Nails Fionna!" She grinned at him again as they neared the living room and managed to nudge him with her hip and continued to grin despite her tired appearance. "I'm a-okay, Gumball. Trust me."
"You just looked more and more tired each time I see you." Gumball mumbled squeezing Fionna's arm with his own lightly and she smiled softly. It was without saying that even Flame Prince, or Phillip as he preferred to be called by his given name now a days, was worried about his wife.
"I know but the kid kicks me at night so it's without surprise that I'm losin' sleep!" Fionna replied then grinned wider. "Phillip is having sympathy symptoms with me, ain't that sweet? I've been kinda craving certain foods and mood swing-y and so has he~"
That made Gumball break out into his own little grin. "Is it just me, my lady, or does it seem that you are enjoying the fact your sweet husband is having sympathy symptoms?" Gumball asked with a fake, light accent that made Fionna's contagious grin seem to spread all the wider when they entered the living room where Marshall and Flame Prince sat marveling at the tiny clothes.
Marshall's scarlet irises landed on his boyfriend and held up the onesie grinning wide, like Fionna, and he chuckled. "Look at these clothes, Bubs! They're, like, for a teeny tiny person! So cute!" He exclaimed with a coo mixed in holding the onesie out at arms length when Flame prince handed him a matching shirt and shorts. "Ohhhh myyyyy globbbbb that's so cute!"
"It feels like Marshall and Phillip should be the pregnant ones right? The women of my baby shower?" Fionna murmured to Gumball who bit his bottom lip softly to keep from laughing and Fionna smirked now, viciously and widely. She sat on the couch and patted next to her. "Come come, watch the wild Marshall and Phillip in their natural habitat marveling at teeny tiny baby people clothes!"
"Ah yes, let's watch indeed! Best not to get too much attention or they'll become shy!" Gumball finally whispered back making them both smirk and he sat next to Fionna. That's how the rest of their day went, watching their significant others marvel at baby clothes and Gumball noted how Fionna rubbed her swollen belly lovingly when she thought no one was looking. And it made something akin to nausea twist, faintly, in his belly. Why?
"Awwweee but-but, I said I'd make it up to you!" Marshall whined that night staring up at his boyfriend with wide scarlet irises but Gumball just massaged his forehead softly as that faint nausea twisted in his stomach still. It'd been doing it all afternoon, when they got home from Fionna's, and was worse now that he'd eaten dinner and he felt like curling up in a ball, going to the entertainment room and watching bad reality shows until he felt better.
"I know, Marshall." Gumball sighed then looked at his boyfriend who stared up with wide eyes. "But I don't feel as peek condition as I did earlier. I just want to watch bad TV and go to bed, alright?"
Marshall blinked at the prince for a few minutes then let go of him to sit up. He'd been stretched out on the bed, Gumball sitting up with his legs outstretched under the blankets and Marshall laying on them with his arms around his waist hugging him tightly. He now sat with his knees on either side of Gumballs legs staring at the prince then climbed off the bed and Gumball looked up reaching out when Marshall picked the Prince up making him yelp loudly when Marshall left the bedroom and walked down the hall. The entertainment room was down the hall, at least five doors, so it took just a matter of about three minutes of walking to the right room when he opened the entertainment rooms door and put his boyfriend down and smiled proudly.
"Here! I don't want to go home just yet so why don't we cuddle until you feel better? Unless," Marshall paused as if considering something new and hesitated while Gumball stepped over the threshold of the room then paused to stare at his boyfriend. "Unless, you want me to go now. I can go then if oyu want to be alone and-"
"Come on!" Gumball sighed grabbing the collar of Marshall's plaid shirt and yanked him into the room smiling softly while continuing to yank Marshall to the couch where he sat first and made the vampire smile. He settled on the couch and pulled Gumball close and the prince snuggled in. "Don't go saying stupid things unless you really want me to kick you out."
Marshall blinked at this then squeezed his pink boyfriend gently and nuzzled his pink hair, which smelled like bubblegum cotton candy and he rubbed his cheek softly against it. It was silky and smooth, aching to get messed up by his fingers. "I seriously love you, Bubba."
"Bubba? I'd rather Bubs instead of that." Gumball whined wrinkling his nose, despite not being seen by Marshall, who laughed whole heartedly. Gumball honestly, deeply, loved the sound of Marshall laughing and absorbed the sound quietly. "Besides you have all these stupid nicknames for me I don't have any for you! It's unfair."
"Okay, so right now, make up one for me." Marshall challenged while he grabbed the black remote and flick the TV on settling on a bad reality show and smiled at the immediate yelling on it. Ah yes, shit TV. The best to making you feel better about your own life.
Gumball nearly panicked with this but blurted out the first thing that actually, genuinely, popped into his mind. And his mouth moved before he could evaluate how stupid it truly was."Marsh."
Marshall contemplated, laughing lightly, then squeezed the pink Prince softly. "That's stupid. But call me Marsh then and I'll call you Bub." Marshall promised then grinning widely reaching behind them grabbing spare blanket Gumball always put on the stupid couch and wrapped them up and felt Gumball snuggle into his side, his cheek pressing against his chest softly.
"Sounds like some weird form of a deal." Gumball sighed while resting against Marshall watching the TV when his eyes slid shut on their own and he sighed out gently. He was enjoying the heat that was building and circulating between them under the blanket and twisted his fingers into the plaid shirt lightly.
"Maybe it is." Marshall replied with a chuckle as he hugged Gumball tighter then noticed how the other was growing increasingly slack and limp against his chest and he smiled. They'd spent all day at Fionna and Flame Prince's place that they stayed for dinner and came home around seven and him waiting until Bubba came up from working in his lab which was around nine o clock.
"Mhmm." Gumball got out as he was struggling vainly against sleep and the warmth under that blanket made his cheeks flush lightly. He struggled to keep awake as he listened to the shouting of the TV, one of his favorite shows, but was stretching out just a bit as he slid his arms around Marshall's stomach.
It was quiet for some odd minutes, maybe twenty four as the show was coming to it's usual "lets have the cast stare at the camera and talk shit about the others" bit and Marshall shifted.
"Bub? Baby?" He shifted looking down at his chest, craning his neck a few times trying to see his face before realizing, by the even slowness of his chest, that Gumball had passed out.
He chuckled, kissed the top of his head, and stretched his legs out then put his feet on the coffee table crossing his ankles. He settled in without moving too much, letting his head get in a comfortable position and lightly rubbed Gumball's back up and down softly. He'd sensed that Gumball wasn't feeling well and after dinner it intensified. He hoped, for the love of Glob, his precious boyfriend wasn't getting sick and if he was he wasn't sure he was strong enough to deal with a cranky Gumball but knew he'd put up with it. He shrugged the thoughts off deciding to doze for a few hours before he had to head home.