01-01-2018, 07:36 PM
"No, no I'm not." Emmett sighed as he clung to the king's arm. "If I wasn't pregnant, I'd be downing that mead like a man who'd just crossed the desert." Emmett placed a hand on his burgeoning bump. "I really didn't like the way your fool touched me like that, if I'm being honest. Quite frankly he's lucky I didn't kick him in his own 'baby-wand'." And while he had said "kick", really Emmett meant "throw a fireball the size of his head". Emmett looked over to the fool, scowling as he observed him entertaining some nobles. "If he touches me again, that jackass is going to find himself bereft of three pieces of anatomy rather important to a man."
The festivities wore on, and Emmett never left Armand's side. He was the only support he had right now, and if Armand should have to leave his side, Emmett would have to excuse himself from the celebration, even though he was the reason for it. Noble after noble came to Emmett, offering congratulations, asking him questions about himself, and worst of all, asking if they could feel his belly. Emmett kept these conversations as brief as possible while still being polite, and turned down each person who asked to feel his bump. Only a month pregnant and Emmett was already somewhat protective of his children, and the belly that was housing them. That, and having his belly felt up seemed far too intimate a gesture for people who were not only total strangers to him, but were also certainly attempting to brown-nose their way into the prince-consort's good graces. Emmett wasn't having that. He would much prefer that the only people to touch his bump be Armand and the royal physician.
And speaking of Armand...
Emmett pulled his husband off to the side, away from the prying eyes of the nobility. "So, I noticed that the fool managed to get you quite aroused. I suppose a few handstands and somersaults is enough for his majesty, then?" Emmett looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling very unhappy with himself. "I'm barely showing, and already you don't find me attractive anymore. I'm... I..." Emmett gulped and looked up to Armand, a mixture of sadness, pleading, and desperation showing in his eyes. "If you were to close your eyes and pretend I'm small and thin again, would that work for you?"
The festivities wore on, and Emmett never left Armand's side. He was the only support he had right now, and if Armand should have to leave his side, Emmett would have to excuse himself from the celebration, even though he was the reason for it. Noble after noble came to Emmett, offering congratulations, asking him questions about himself, and worst of all, asking if they could feel his belly. Emmett kept these conversations as brief as possible while still being polite, and turned down each person who asked to feel his bump. Only a month pregnant and Emmett was already somewhat protective of his children, and the belly that was housing them. That, and having his belly felt up seemed far too intimate a gesture for people who were not only total strangers to him, but were also certainly attempting to brown-nose their way into the prince-consort's good graces. Emmett wasn't having that. He would much prefer that the only people to touch his bump be Armand and the royal physician.
And speaking of Armand...
Emmett pulled his husband off to the side, away from the prying eyes of the nobility. "So, I noticed that the fool managed to get you quite aroused. I suppose a few handstands and somersaults is enough for his majesty, then?" Emmett looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling very unhappy with himself. "I'm barely showing, and already you don't find me attractive anymore. I'm... I..." Emmett gulped and looked up to Armand, a mixture of sadness, pleading, and desperation showing in his eyes. "If you were to close your eyes and pretend I'm small and thin again, would that work for you?"
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