A Moody Mayternity - Part 2

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Later, the ride home was quiet. Rain sprinkled against the windshield, and Matthias drifted lost into his own thoughts. He looked through the passenger-side window, with one arm protectively draped over the swell of his belly. His heart still felt tangled—half pride, half ache—after the events in the culinary school.

Patrick said nothing, keeping his eyes on the road. But after a few miles, his hand slipped from the gearshift and reached out, hesitating before resting gently on Matthias’ thigh. The pregnant man flinched from the unexpected touch. He turned his head, looking into Patrick’s beautiful eyes. It was only a second, but something happened between them. Patrick smiled—a smile that meant so many things, a question, maybe. Or an apology.

Matthias stared at him for a beat as his throat tightened. Then, slowly, he reached down and took Patrick’s hand in his own, carefully guiding it toward his belly, and pressing it against the taut surface. The twins responded instantly with a flurry of movement. A foot, or maybe a fist, nudged beneath Patrick’s hand, making him gasp. He loved the sensation of the two tiny people they had created together. His fingers curled instinctively, cradling the curve of Matthias’ belly like it was something sacred.

Matthias watched him, feeling warmth spread across his chest. “They’re strong,” he whispered. “Like their dad.”

Both smiled, but the silence between them felt different now—wounds not quite healed, words not yet said, but something had shifted. For the first time in weeks, Matthias allowed this closeness, something he had been dreading but Patrick had been longing for.

*

Later that night, after the conversation in the car, Matthias lay reclined in bed, with one hand draped across the top of his bare belly. He wasn’t asleep—far from it. His thoughts had tangled themselves into a web of contradictions, hope and fear, longing and guilt. He was still mad at the people who flirted with his roommate. But he could also feel Patrick’s hand on his belly, lovingly caressing it. It wasn’t fair.

But Matthias didn’t want to give Patrick hope. Once the babies were born, everything was going to change. He’d be a parent. There was no room for uncertainty in that kind of life. No time for romantic dreams that might not last. He didn’t want to break Patrick’s heart. But deep down, he also couldn’t lie to himself anymore. He had deep feelings for Patrick, buried under months of fear and stubborn pride, but there nonetheless.

Then, a sudden thunk echoed through the floorboards, drawing him out of his trance. A frustrated curse from the living room followed, making Matthias chuckle. He shifted with effort, grunting softly as he swung his feet over the edge of the bed. The twin boys within shifted lazily in response to the movement. He rubbed one hand along the top of the dome, then waddled carefully toward the noise.

The sight made him pause in the doorway when he reached the living room. Patrick was shirtless, crouched on the floor, surrounded by wooden crib parts and instruction manuals. His skin flushed with exertion, and his chest glistened slightly with sweat, making him look magnificent. A screwdriver dangled from his mouth as he tried to align two rails. His shorts hung low on his hips, and Matthias couldn’t help but bite his lower lip at the sight.

Matthias leaned silently against the doorframe, watching. Patrick looked amazing. It wasn’t only how hot his body looked, though that was impossible not to notice, but it was how he was acting. There was joy in his movements. A hopeful energy that made the crib seem less like furniture and more like a promise. As Matthias watched, he couldn’t help but grin as memories bubbled up like foam from a shaken bottle.

He remembered that night. Or at least the fragments of it that hadn’t blurred with time. They had arrived home from a party, and Patrick helped him get into bed after one too many beers. They had fallen into bed, both drunk and clumsy, and Patrick slowly and playfully got atop Matthias, looking down at him with evident love.

The kiss had come first. And then everything had spun into something more intense as the clothes were soon gone. Matthias had willingly spread his legs for his roommate, longing to feel the foot-long monster cock buried deep into his guts. They were too drunk and too horny to mind about protection—not that men could get pregnant anyway. But even then, even half-drunk and high on pleasure, Patrick had been kind, gently sliding his cock into Matthias before passionately fucking him all night long.

Now, watching him build that crib, with sweat shining on his chest, mouth tugged in frustration, and eyes bright with hope, Matthias felt that same stunned ache stir in his chest. He finally realized that Patrick meant every touch, every sweet action, every breakfast in bed, and everything else because he cared deeply.

Patrick cursed again as a piece didn’t quite fit, and Matthias laughed.

“You’re really going for it, huh?” Matthias finally said, smiling at his roommate.

Patrick startled and looked up, breaking into a grin like every time he looked at Matthias. “Ah—you caught me,” he said, scratching his head. “I was hoping to finish it before you noticed. I didn’t think it was so complicated.”

“You swear like a sailor. It’s hard to miss,” Matthias said, waddling closer.

“Well, the screws are like a punishment for all my past sins,” he replied, nudging a bolt into place. “But it’s almost there.”

Matthias chuckled, wrapping his arms around his rounded middle. “You look like you belong there. Putting that together. Like it’s always been your job.”

Patrick’s grin softened. “Yeah? Well, it is my job. I’m about to become a dad, and dads do things like this.” He stood, wiping his hands, and then crossed the room to grab something from behind the couch: a wooden box. “And… I’ve got something for you. For them, actually. I’ve been waiting to show you, but didn’t want to bother you.”

Matthias walked over, curious, and eased himself onto the couch with a soft groan. Patrick set the box beside him and opened it. Inside were baby things—beautiful, thoughtful, and in pairs. Two tiny knit caps in sage and cream. Two matching onesies with little embroidered bears. Tiny booties, pacifiers, swaddle blankets, and little fabric animals with sleepy stitched eyes. Everything looked beautiful and full of love.

Matthias felt his chest tighten. And at the bottom, two smooth wooden blocks sat nestled in tissue paper. Each block had a “T.” Matthias frowned and then realized what it meant. “Where did you…?” he asked, pulling the blocks out and barely holding back his tears.

Patrick smiled and blushed. “I was picking up the tray in your room after breakfast the other morning while you were in the bathroom. I found your journal on the nightstand and saw a page with about two dozen hearts around two names. Tom and Tim.”

Matthias blushed, and tears now ran down his cheeks. “I-I should’ve mentioned… or asked if you…”

“I love them,” Patrick said, interrupting gently. “I love the names. And I love the idea of them. Our boys.”

Matthias looked at Patrick—really looked at him, with his vision blurred by tears. And then, finally admitting to himself how he felt, he slowly rose to his feet, stood before his roommate, and reached up on his tiptoes to kiss Patrick’s lips. His belly pressed between them, but they didn’t pull away. Patrick wrapped his arms around Matthias’ waist, pulling him tighter, and kissing him back with months of longing.

Both of them cried, but then they heard a pop. Matthias froze, blinking in shock. He gasped and doubled slightly, clutching his belly as a warm rush of liquid poured down his legs, soaking through the pants and forming a pool at his feet.

Patrick stepped back, wide-eyed. “Is that what I think it is?”

“My water,” Matthias groaned. “Patrick—oww—the babies are coming!” He bent forward as a contraction tore through him. His belly clenched, and the twins rolled as if disturbed by the storm beginning inside their home.

“Okay! Okay, I got this!” Patrick ran into action, barefoot and shirtless, sprinting around the apartment without an actual direction. “Where’s the bag? Where’s your phone? Do we need towels? Do I call someone? The Air Force? The president?”

“Doctor,” Matthias grunted, but laughed at Patrick’s goofiness. “Call the doctor.”

Patrick nodded but walked around in circles trying to find the phone. Ten minutes later, the apartment was a war zone. Matthias leaned against the doorframe, groaning with another contraction. They were close and intense, barely minutes apart. Patrick grabbed the keys and hospital bag and supported Matthias to the car, still shirtless but too panicked to notice.

“Patrick—breathe. I don’t want to have a car accident,” Matthias panted as Patrick fumbled with the keys. “And you’re making me panic.”

Patrick looked at him, stunned, then inhaled. “Right. Breathing. Driving. Let’s go.”

*

They arrived at the private maternity clinic at 11:07 PM. Matthias’ doctor was already waiting, along with a trusted nurse who had known of Matthias’ condition since the second trimester. They took Matthias into a birthing suite, moving efficiently to ensure he was comfortable, which was impossible. The place was empty to ensure nobody would find out a man was about to give birth there. They didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention.

The doctor checked Matthias’ opening and said he had dilated, but not quite enough. “You still have a few centimeters to go,” he said calmly. “But your boys are eager.”

Contractions pounded through Matthias’s body, making him moan as he gripped Patrick’s hand like a lifeline. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “For pushing you away. For making you feel you’re not part of this. I want you here. I need you here.”

Patrick leaned in and kissed his forehead. “I’m not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.”

Their lips met again, sharing a sweet moment until Matthias gasped and screamed, arching off the bed when a contraction hit him.

*

The storm truly hit at 2:12 AM, when the doctor said Matthias was ready to push. Everything became raw. Matthias screamed as the first boy was crowning. The pain was intense as his body stretched in ways that defied belief. He cursed Patrick’s name, blaming him for doing this to him, and gripped his hand until the knuckles turned white.

“He’s almost here; push for me!” the doctor commanded.

Matthias bore down with everything he had, trembling and arching his back off the bed when the pain was too much. “He’s too big. I’m gonna tear—! I can’t! I can’t! I can’t!” He said, feeling his hole on fire.

“Hey, hey, breathe. You’ve got this,” Patrick whispered, pushing his forehead against Matthias’ sweaty one. “A few more pushes and we’ll have our first boy here.”

Matthias took a deep breath, and with one final push and a guttural roar, the first baby slipped free at 3:03 AM, red and howling, broad-shouldered and big: nearly 9 pounds.

“A big and healthy boy. Congratulations,” the doctor said, handing the crying baby to the nurse while Matthias collapsed on the bed, trying to catch his breath.

But there was no time. The second baby was right there, riding the same wave. Matthias was still gasping, exhausted beyond belief, but his body wasn’t waiting. Another contraction hit.

“Oh no, no, no!” Matthias shouted, curling up and clutching his belly, which had deflated significantly. “I can’t! I can’t do this. They’re too big!”

The doctor took his position between Matthias’ legs again, surprised that the second baby was already crowning. “Push again! He’s coming fast!”

Matthias pushed through sobs and fire, breathless as his hips strained beyond reason. He gripped Patrick’s hand so tightly that his fingers were numb, but he had no other option but to keep going. He pushed again, screamed again, groaned again, and then, the second boy was born at 3:24 AM.

Matthias collapsed backward, spent, sobbing, and breathless.

Patrick kissed his forehead, holding back his tears. “You did it.”

Matthias turned his head, barely conscious but smiling. “We did it. They’re ours.”

Patrick cried openly now, kissing him again and lovingly caressing his face.

The nurse cleaned the babies, wrapping them each in soft flannel blankets before bringing them over. Their cries softened when they were placed into Matthias’ arms, as though they instinctively knew him. Both dads couldn’t help but cry while looking at their sons. They were perfect, large, and healthy.

“They must be hungry. And I think you’ve developed the equipment to feed them,” the doctor said, pointing at Matthias’ rounded pecs.

He blushed, but with Patrick’s help, he slowly settled into a reclined position to breastfeed his newborns, as strange as it sounded. His arms trembled, but with the nurse’s help, Matthias got the babies in the correct position on his chest. Their skin was so soft, their bodies so tiny, and their warmth against him felt overwhelming. It was like his body recognized them—welcomed them home.

One of the twins turned his head first, instinctively opening his mouth, and the other followed moments later. Matthias held them close as they wrapped their lips around his engorged nipples and latched, causing a sudden, strange pressure tingling in his chest, and then relief. The boys began to suckle, and the tiny gulp sounds filled the room, making Matthias’ eyes fill again with tears.

He looked down, watching them nurse. Their tiny fists rested against his skin, eyes closed and content. They made small noises as they fed—coos and sighs—and Matthias could only cradle them closer, softly kissing their downy heads. After all the struggles, this moment made it all worth it. Everything felt right. It was all he needed.

Patrick stayed by his side, leaning close with glassy eyes. “You look like you were born for this,” he whispered.

Matthias gave a tearful smile. “Maybe I was. Maybe this was always meant to be.”

They sat there in a loving embrace around their boys for long minutes as the world reduced to the softness of the two newborns sucking peacefully on their daddy’s chest.

Then, Patrick kissed Matthias’ forehead. “You know, I’m madly in love with you,” he said softly. “I can’t hide it anymore.”

Matthias looked down at the twins, then looked up at him. “I love you, too. I always did. I was scared, and you made it so hard to be mad at you.”

Patrick laughed and cupped his cheek. They kissed again, foreheads pressed together as the babies suckled peacefully.

Patrick smiled. “Happy Mother’s Day, by the way.”

Matthias snorted through his tears. “I’m not a mom.”

“You’re technically a mom, Matty. You even have the breasts to prove my point,” Patrick said, winking and making Matthias laugh. “I’ll call you Maternity Matty.”

“Well... I will take the compliment, only because it comes from the best dad our boys could ever ask for,” Matthias said, kissing Patrick’s lips again. “You’re everything a man like me could’ve dreamt of.”

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