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The Selkie nearly wanted to sob hearing Arthur's words; he felt like finally, a suffocating weight was taken off his chest, he finally felt truly happy, truly /safe/. Hugging Arthur's neck loosely, he smiled up at him with nothing but adoration in his brown gaze, finally hearing the words he'd just wanted to hear from the start. "That's all I want. Arthur, I don't /care/ where we are...I don't care how hard this might be, I just need you here beside me and i know it'll be fine. I've been foolish enough to be terrified that you might not want to be, but there's no doubt anymore. I trust you, wholly and completely.", he confessed.
"And, I love you too. I have for a while now.", he replied softly without hesitation, leaning in to kiss his mate with all the adoration, the absolute love he felt.
From that day on, things had gone over much more smoothly. Now, rather than getting frustrated and angry, James leaned into Arthur's support whenever anything happened. The back pains, cravings, emotions were so much easier too, now that he didn't have to pretend like nothing was wrong anymore. He was no longer ashamed of his belly, which grew every week, straining further against his clothes until he eventually had to buy new ones to accommodate the change. At only the six month mark, he already looked full term, though he had no idea why he had gotten so big so fast. It was a question that could likely be answered by the matriarch, who he would soon need to see for a check-up, and finalizations on a plan for the birth. For now, though, he was simply enjoying his time with his mate. He was lying on his back in bed, admiring his belly's large curve absentmindedly, Arthur lying next to him with one hand resting on the bump. He loved it whenever Arthur touched him, he loved when he would lay and rub his growing tummy, which caused the baby that rested inside to almost always move and squirm within the increasingly small confines of his womb. There wasn't much space left to grow, even now at only six months; James already felt too full and heavy, something he'd become accustomed to by now.
He sighed happily and reached down to lift the hem of his shirt, exposing his belly, his bellybutton which had already been pushed out. He guided Arthur's hand over it then, resting it on the side of his aching belly, where the baby could clearly be felt moving, kicking harshly every so often and making James grunt softly in discomfort. "She never settles down when you touch me...I'm convinced she knows you're her father.", he chuckled, having begun referring to the baby as a 'she', convinced it would be a girl. He gave a quiet 'oh' at a particularly harsh movement, holding his belly as he struggled to sit up, huffing. "Can you hand me the oil?", he gestured to the coconut oil he'd been using on his belly to help with the stretch marks, figuring it might calm the baby down a bit to apply some now.