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Michael sighed and poked the fleshy mound that was his boyfriends belly. He leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking underneath him, and placed both hands ontop of his belly. "See, I told you. Now, if you excuse me," Michael placed a hand on his back, one under his belly and slowly rose up from his seat. "I'm going to go change shirts and then fix that AC. Don't come running to me if you fart or something and think you're in labor. Besides, you haven't even had braxten contractions yet."