12-22-2016, 01:14 AM
Tears where streaming down Kross' face again, however he was smiling ever so brightly. He only had eyes for Stan's belly at that moment. Keeping Stan's hand pressed to his own belly where his baby moved about, he turned, maneuvering, till he could get in the right position. Once comfy again, he was able to bend just enough to press a kiss to the top of Stan's belly.
"Hello babies, I'm very excited to meet you, I'm....." He whispered pausing. Did he tell his babies he was their daddy? How would Stan feel about that....He sighed, sitting up he looked at the other man.
"I think its time we had another talk. I know we are going to be raising our babies together, but, well," he rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess I want to know, what rolls in our children's lives would we have. I mean no matter what," He pressed Stan's hand tightly to his full belly. "You're its dady,"
He tentatively reached out again, gently resting his hand on Stan's belly. "But how big a part am I too them? Am I just Kross?" his hand moved to where he could see a slight bump on the side of Stan's belly, "Am I their uncle?" he didn't push with being presumptuous with giving himself the label of pappa. It seemed silly, but setting his title would set his boundaries. It gave him some idea of how far he could pursue Stan. If he was going to just be Kross to the babies, then maybe they could be good friends. If he was Uncle, there was a glimmer that he could be something more. He was nervous. After all his sleepless night coupled with the overabundance of hormones, had him second guessing himself so horribly he was ready to all but bolt up to his room and hide.
"Hello babies, I'm very excited to meet you, I'm....." He whispered pausing. Did he tell his babies he was their daddy? How would Stan feel about that....He sighed, sitting up he looked at the other man.
"I think its time we had another talk. I know we are going to be raising our babies together, but, well," he rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess I want to know, what rolls in our children's lives would we have. I mean no matter what," He pressed Stan's hand tightly to his full belly. "You're its dady,"
He tentatively reached out again, gently resting his hand on Stan's belly. "But how big a part am I too them? Am I just Kross?" his hand moved to where he could see a slight bump on the side of Stan's belly, "Am I their uncle?" he didn't push with being presumptuous with giving himself the label of pappa. It seemed silly, but setting his title would set his boundaries. It gave him some idea of how far he could pursue Stan. If he was going to just be Kross to the babies, then maybe they could be good friends. If he was Uncle, there was a glimmer that he could be something more. He was nervous. After all his sleepless night coupled with the overabundance of hormones, had him second guessing himself so horribly he was ready to all but bolt up to his room and hide.