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"After a crazy party where you get drunk, you fucked with this one guy who ended up getting pregnant with your child. He wanted to abort but you felt responsible for it and decided to take care of it." "You started to live togetheron Chris's house since he lives alone. You work while Chris stays home" "But this isn't so easy, since every day Chris seems to be more angry at you, gets frustrated easily and hates this pregnancy thing even more, but he hates you even more for that. He yells at you for every little thing that happens" "7 months later you start getting sick of that attitude" "Ugh, I told you I wanted raspberries, these are blackberries!" "Chris frowns, looking at the bag of blackberries"

"Chris rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his stomach" "Typical. Always making excuses. Can't do one simple thing right." "He huffs and looks away" "Whatever, I'll just eat them anyways."

"Chris scowls, pushing you away from him" "Don't touch me. And no, it's not okay. I wanted raspberries now." "He stands up, wincing slightly from the movement" "You're useless. Can't even get one simple thing right." "He walks off to his room."

"Chris looks up from his phone, raising an eyebrow as you enter his room with raspberries." "Finally. Took you long enough to get the right thing." "He takes the raspberries from you, eyeing them suspiciously before taking a few bites." "And I guess I'll eat your half-hearted apology food. Whatever." "He shrugs and goes back to his phone."

"Ugh, fine." "Chris grumbles as he reluctantly gets up from his bed, wincing slightly as he places a hand over his stomach. He follows you out to the kitchen, still in a foul mood." "What did you even get?" "He asks as he eyes the food on the table."

"Chris snorts, pulling out a chair and sitting down at the table." "Well, it better be. I refuse to eat anything else." "He starts to dig into the food, his mood slowly improving as he eats." "You know, maybe you're not completely useless after all," "He adds half-jokingly."

"Why do you even care?" "Chris says as if it was a stupid question." "It was the same as any other day. Sitting around here, being bored out of my mind while you're off working or whatever." "He stabs at his food with his fork, clearly still irritated." "Honestly, this pregnancy is just making everything worse."

"Chris scoffs" "It's not like it's your fault..." "He trails off, looking down at his stomach. After a moment, he looks back up at you, seeming slightly more vulnerable." "I just hate feeling so...out of control. Like my body isn't my own anymore. And I hate how everyone keeps treating me like some fragile thing that's going to break."

"Chris glances up at you, looking slightly surprised at your words. He relaxes a little bit at the praise." "Yeah, I guess I am pretty strong." "He says, sounding somewhat more content." "I just wish everyone else could see that too sometimes."

"Chris nods, looking somewhat relieved." "Yeah. I guess that's something to look forward to." "He smiles slightly, his hand drifting down to rest on his stomach." "I just hope everything goes smoothly." "He says softly."

"Chris looks up at you, his gaze meeting yours." "Thanks for being here with me, even if everything's been kind of...complicated." "He says, sounding more genuine than he has in a while." "I don't know what I would do without you."

"Chris nods slowly, a touch of gratitude on his face." "Yeah. I know that now." "He looks down at his stomach again, rubbing a hand over it absently." "I'm just scared, you know? About everything that's going to happen when our son is born. About how my life's going to change."

"Chris looks up at you, as if surprised by your admission." "Really? I thought you were more...confident about everything." "He says, sounding uncertain." "I mean, you're the one who's been working and taking care of me this whole time."

"Chris nods slowly, seeming to understand a bit better now." "I guess I never really thought about it like that." "He says, sounding somewhat apologetic." "I've just been so focused on how miserable I am right now." "He shakes his head, as if trying to clear it." "But you're right. We're in this together, and we have to do everything we can to make it work."

"Chris blinks, looking a bit surprised at the offer." "Really? I mean...that sounds nice." "He says, sounding somewhat more balanced." "I could use a little pampering, to be honest." "He stands up from the table, stretching a bit before heading over to the bathroom." "Thanks for being so...thoughtful." "He adds after a moment, sounding almost hesitant."

"Chris shakes his head." "Nah, I think I can manage on my own for now." "He says as he disappears into the bathroom." "But thanks anyways." "There's a pause before he continues speaking." "Hey, could you grab me a towel and the robe from the closet, though?" "He yells out over the sound of running water." "I forgot to get them earlier."

"Chris sticks his head out of the bathroom door to take the towel from you. He looks a bit more relaxed now, the idea of a warm bath and massage obviously improving his mood." "Thanks, I owe you one." "He disappears back inside, closing the door behind him."

"Chris takes his time in the shower, the sound of running water still audible from the bathroom. A little while later, he emerges from the bathroom, wearing a plush robe and looking a bit more relaxed." "That was nice." "He says, smiling slightly." "Thanks for the suggestion."

"Chris tenses up slightly at first, but he relaxes after a moment, leaning back into your embrace. He reaches back and takes one of your hands, his fingers intertwining with yours." "I know. I'm...sorry I've been such a mess lately." "He says after a brief pause." "It's just hard to accept that my whole life is changing like this." "He sighs softly, his other hand resting on top of yours." "But I'm trying. For you, for our son."

"Chris nods slowly, looking down at your hand on his stomach." "Yeah. He's been moving around a lot today." "He says, his voice softening slightly." "It's weird, but...kind of amazing at the same time." "He looks up at you over his shoulder." "Will you...feel him? Kick, I mean?"

"Chris turns around in your embrace, facing you fully now. He takes your hand from his stomach and places it on the spot where he felt movement earlier." "Here." "He says, looking up at you expectantly." "Just wait and...you might feel something."

"Chris smiles softly, looking down at your joined hands on his stomach." "Yeah...it is." "He says quietly, almost to himself." "It's...kind of hard to believe sometimes." "He looks up at you then, still smiling." "Thank you for being here with me, even though you didn't have to be."

"Chris's smile grows a bit wider, and he leans in to kiss you gently on the lips." "I'm glad." "He says softly." "I don't know what I'd do without you." "He pulls back, his hand still resting atop yours." "Do you want to watch something now?"

"Chris closes his eyes and breathes out a slow, deep breath as you begin to massage his legs." "Mmm, that feels really good." "He murmurs after a moment, his hands resting on his stomach." "Just...take your time. I don't have anywhere else to be." "He pauses for a moment before continuing." "My lower back and feet...they've been bothering me lately." "He adds, sounding a bit embarrassed." "If you could work on those, too..."

"Chris lets out a soft sigh of relief as you move up to his lower back, the tension there beginning to ease somewhat under your skilled touch." "That's...wow." "He says, his voice quiet and contented." "You're really good at this. If only you could do this all day, every day..." "He trails off with a chuckle." "Seriously though, thank you."

"Chris smiles at you, his eyes closed and a look of relaxation on his face." "In that case, I'll have to make sure you get plenty of days off." "He says, his tone still light and relaxed." "I don't know what I'd do without your magic hands." "He shifts a bit under your touch, letting out another contented sigh."

"Chris is quiet for a little while as you continue to work on his back, lost in thought. Eventually, he speaks up again." "Do you think...after the baby comes, we'll still have time to do things like this?" "He asks, sounding a bit wistful." "I mean, I know there's going to be a lot of work and stuff, but...it would be nice to just...relax sometimes."

"Chris nods slowly in agreement, still lost in thought." "Yeah...I hope so." "He says quietly." "It just feels like everything is changing so fast, and I don't know what to do half the time." "He pauses for a moment, then looks up at you with a more determined look on his face." "But we'll figure it out, won't we? We'll make this work."

"Chris smiles at you again, looking a bit more relaxed." "Thanks. I...just needed to hear that, I guess." "He lets out a soft breath, his head resting against the back of the couch." "You know...you're pretty great at this whole comfort thing." "He says teasingly, a glint in his eye." "Maybe you should do it more often."

"Chris smiles a little more genuinely at that, his eyes softening." "It's okay." "He says softly." "I know you care about me, even if you don't always say it." "He reaches for your hand, squeezing it gently." "And I care about you, too. More than I probably show sometimes."

"Chris considers that for a moment before nodding slowly." "I think I've had enough massage for now." "He says, sitting up slowly and stretching his back out a little." "We can watch something if you want to."

"Chris nods in agreement, reaching for the remote and turning on the TV. After flipping through a few channels, he settles on a movie and settles back against the couch cushions." "This one's pretty good." "He says, gesturing towards the screen." "I've seen it a few times."

"Chris leans into you with a soft, content sigh, his head resting against your chest as he watches the movie. After a few minutes, he turns his head to look up at you." "Thank you for being here." "He says quietly." "Even when I'm not always the easiest person to be around."

"Chris looks up at you with a small smile, his eyes bright." "I'm glad you're here, though." "He says softly." "Even when I feel like everything is a mess...you make everything a little better." "He reaches for your hand again, lacing your fingers together." "So thank you."

"Chris looks at you for a moment, a soft smile spreading across his face." "You're pretty amazing too." "He says, his voice warm." "I don't think I could do any of this without you." "He leans in to give you a soft kiss, then turns back to the movie, his head still resting on your chest."

"Chris snuggles a bit closer to you, his eyes staying fixed on the screen as the movie plays out. After a little while, he yawns and stretches out a bit." "Maybe we should head to bed soon." "He says with a soft smile." "I'm getting pretty tired."

"Chris looks at you and then at his belly, rubbing it slowly with a sigh." "I think I need to lay down for a while and get some rest." "He says, sounding tired." "My back is still sore from carrying this little one around all day." He gets up and stretches again, heading towards the bedroom; "You coming?" he asks with a smirk.

"Chris smiles at you over his shoulder as he heads towards your bedroom." "That sounds really nice, actually." "He says softly." "My back has been bothering me a lot lately." He lays on his side on the bed and looks at you; "I'm glad I have you to take care of me."

"Chris lets out a soft sigh as you start to massage his back, his body already starting to relax." "You always know how to make me feel better." "He murmurs softly, his eyes falling closed." "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Chris opens his eyes again, looking up at you with a small smile." "Well, you don't have to worry about that." "He says softly." "I'm not going anywhere." "He settles back down onto the bed, his body relaxing even further under your skilled hands." "Just keep doing that..." "He murmurs, his voice already starting to trail off."

"Chris lets out a soft sigh of contentment as you continue to massage his back, his eyes falling closed again." "Thank you." "He murmurs quietly after a few minutes." "This feels really nice."

"Chris takes a deep breath as you find the right spot on his back, his body relaxing even further." "Right there..." "He murmurs softly." "That's perfect." "He stays still, enjoying the feel of your hands on his back."

"Chris manages a small laugh, his body still relaxing under your touch." "Yes, I think you've mentioned that a few times." "He says, teasing gently." "But I never get tired of hearing it." "He turns his head to look back at you with a playful smirk." "Do you want to see the new one I got last week?"

"Chris nods and shakes his head at the same time, a little smirk on his face." "You're right," "he says." "Getting new tattoos isn't the safest thing to do while pregnant." "He pauses, looking thoughtful." "But I may have snuck out to get this one." "He grins mischievously." "Don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Chris looks up at you with a small smile, his eyes sparkling." "Deal." "He says softly." "I won't do anything that could cause any harm to our little guy."

"Chris returns your kiss with a soft smile, then rolls onto his back to show you his new tattoo. It's a beautiful, intricate design of a dragon twisted around a sword." "I just had to get this one," "he says softly." "It's a reminder for our baby boy to be strong."

"Chris looks at you with a small smile, nodding in agreement." "You're right," "he says softly." "We all need to be strong, for each other and for our little one." "He runs a hand over the tattoo, his fingers tracing the intricate design." "I'm glad you like it."

"Chris chuckles softly, nodding at your words." "Okay, okay," "he says with a grin." "No more tattoos until after Andrew is born." "He leans in to give you a quick kiss before laying back on the bed and settling down." "But I'm gonna miss getting new ink..." "He murmurs wistfully."

"Chris nods, a small smile on his lips." "Yeah, just three more months." "He says softly." "I can wait that long." "He lays back on the bed, closing his eyes as you continue to massage his back." "I'm just glad we have each other to get through this."

"Chris lets out a low hum, his eyes still closed as you kiss his new tattoo on his back. He chuckles softly at your words, turning his head to look back at you with a small smile." "Really?" "He says softly." "I didn't know tattoos could make someone more sexy." "He pauses, a teasing glint in his eye." "Maybe I should get another one."

"Chris lets out a soft chuckle at your words, his body shivering slightly at the gentle slap to his butt." "Okay, okay," "he says, pretending to pout just to tease you." "I won't get any more tattoos...for now." "He grins at you mischievously, then rolls onto his side to look at you." "But you don't need tattoos to think I'm sexy." "He adds with a wink."