Warning: Mpreg in this chapter
Tommy glared at the couch, irrationally blaming the furniture for the dilemma he was currently experiencing, though in all actuality, it was his boyfriend's fault. Partially, anyway. He put his hand on his rounded stomach, wishing he could get up or somebody would help without asking. Why was nobody volunteering?
Buck grinned at Tommy, grabbing his pregnant boyfriend's hand and helping him stand up. Exasperated, he sighed. "You know you can ask for help, right? That's what I'm here for." He placed a hand on Tommy's stomach.
"I know, Evan," he reassured him.
The baby aimed a particularly hard kick at Buck's palm, reminding them of her existence. They were counting down the days until her arrival now.