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Leaning forward only to move the bowl from Marshall's leg to the coffee table in front of the sofa, Cael turned and cuddled himself further against Marshall's chest. "I think I could just stay here for a while," he admitted, closing his eyes and suddenly feeling exhausted. It didn't take him very long at all to fall asleep on Marshall, the events of the day having really taken their tole on the angel.

[Eighteen Weeks Later | Six Months Pregnant]

If there had been any doubt about Cael being pregnant there weren't any now. Needless to say his stomach had grown considerably outward during the past few weeks, not enough to be unable to cover with one of Marshall's sweatshirts but definitely noticeable in his tight shirts that had been previously comfortable. Already he started going out less, no matter how much he enjoyed going out of the house and stretching his wings and legs, and he'd taken to wearing Marshall's clothes most of the time. If Marshall had thought Cael had been bad about stealing his wardrobe before it was even worse now that they fit so much better than his own clothes. Not that Marshall minded of course as he repeatedly kissed Cael throughout the days and told him how beautiful he looked in his clothes.

It was around the time Marshall should have been returning from work, Cael sitting cross legged on the couch in a pair of Marshall's pajama pants and police sweatshirt. He'd started roasting a chicken with potatoes and carrots that were currently still in the oven and should be ready at the same time Marshall got home. Thankfully, despite still needing to eat, Cael didn't need to eat quite as much as a human normally needed, much less the average pregnant woman...then again Cael certainly wasn't the average anything.