Mpreg Central

Trian watched the shows for a few hours with Jeremy. "Oh, it's time for dinner." He said, looking at the time. "Help me up."

Jeremy helped Trian up and into the kitchen.

Trian looked around for a moment, trying to decide what to make. "I'm feeling like french toast. Objections?"

"For dinner? It's a bit odd, but I have no problem with it."

"Breakfast for dinner is something like a special occasion, right?" Trian asked as he pulled out his cooking tools.

"I suppose. I grew up eating oatmeal most nights for dinner."

"Oh yeah? How come?"

"It's all a kid can by with scrap metal money."

"Uuuhm, okay..." Trian said. He got himself a few spoonfuls of peanut butter as he cooked. "Any sides you'd like? Along with the french toast?"

"I think I picked up some salmon earlier."

"Salmon and french toast." Trian thought about it for a moment, until his belly let out a growl. "Sure. Kids want it, so I may as well."

Jeremy chuckled. "I'll cook the fish then."

"Nah, leave it to me. You just sit there and look cute for me."

"Can do," Jeremy chuckled.

"Uh, where is the salmon, though?" Trian asked.

"In the fridge, Trian."

Trian rummaged through the fridge. "Yeah, I don't see- oh, wait, nevermind, here it is." Trian pulled out the salmon and started cooking it up.

Jeremy browsed one of his magazines.

Trian served up dinner, and took a seat across from Jeremy. "Welp, let's dig in."

"Looks delicious."

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