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Seventeen

Post sherriff election.

Eighteen

Peter and Leon get married

Nineteen

Twenty

Peter gripped the handle above the door as he carefully heaved himself out of Leon’s truck. His belly was very big, swollen and taut. It looked like a fat overripe melon. Peter puffed struggling to catch his breath, everything felt harder weighed down, especially with a baby taking up space in his womb.

“Okay” Peter puffed tired.

Leon chuckled from the driver’s seat, “That was a big effort. Would you like a sticker.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed at Leon, Leon just grinned at him. “Well you are very pregnant, moving is hard.”

“With your baby” Peter pointed out, “Your cum did this.”

Leon snorted, “It did, but you were begging for it.” He pulled out his wallet and handed Peter a twenty, “Don’t spend it all in one place. And Don’t cause so much trouble I have to come back and arrest you later.”

Peter rolled his eyes and took the twenty, “Honestly the cold concrete floor sounds nice right now” Peter admitted.

“Have fun with your friends, and your…” Leon trailed off.

“Pregnant boys night” Peter explained.

“That makes it sound like you’re doing an all nighter, your not making it till Ten” Leon chuckled. Leon got out of the car and circled around to Peter wrapping him in a hug. “I love you Peter.”

Peter moaned and snuggled into Leon. “Sheriff Leon Kennedy” His fingers danced across the sheriff’s badge pinned to his jacket.

“Fat Peter Redfield” Leon replied chuckling. “Are we just saying each other’s names.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “I’m saying I’m proud of you” he admitted squeezing Leon’s chest, “and your chest is really getting soft.” His hand slid underneath the jacket and squeezed his chest.

“I know my moobs are really coming in” he grinned. “It’s all the sympathy weight.”

“Sympathy weight I see” Peter scoffed.

“Yeah had to order a big boy sized uniform” Leon commented. “Just like how you’re never going to fit into those pre pregnancy clothes.”

“I might” Peter pouted.

“After Romeo arrives your womb is going to get another occupant very quick” Leon said kissing Peter’s cheek. “We’re having a big family. Which as Sheriff I can afford.”

Peter smiled proudly at him, “Have a good day at work Sheriff.”

“I will” Leon smiled and stole a kiss from Peter and squeezed his butt playfully before climbing back in his truck.

“You two are annoyingly cute” Wyatt said shaking his head holding a coffee. “Bye Boss.”

Peter snorted, “He sweet talks me because I look like this and I’m very moody.”

“You look very cute” Leon reassured as he drove off.

“You do look huge” Wyatt agreed, “What have you been eating.”

“Everything” Peter said rubbing his belly proudly. “I’m so hungry, and look at my ass. It’s huge” Peter turned and gestured to his fat butt. As the fattened bulging ass cheeks strained his paternity trousers.

“Your ass is fat” Wyatt nodded squeezing it, “Good Gods.”

“Right” Peter pointed out. “Speaking of, where’s your boyfriend. If there’s anyone who can sympathise with having a huge fat butt. It’s him.”

Wyatt snorted, “He’s working.”

“In what capacity?” Peter asked intrigued. Wyatt playfully whacked him, “As a bartender.”

“I have to ask” Peter commented, “Who’s drinking at a strip club at that time of day.”

“Oh Peter” Wyatt said shaking his head. “Leon is lucky you’re cute.”

“Come on you two” Connor said frowning from the doorway. Arms crossed, which only made his belly bulge out further.

Wyatt pointed at the A-Frame sign that sat outside the community centre. “Paint and Sip. Sip what? We can’t drink?”

“We can have a drink. And because it’s BYO, I bought non alcoholic beer” Connor said wryly.

“Come on” Connor encouraged.

The community hall had a series of tables setup, on each was an easel and a set of paints and brushes.

“I have no art ability” Peter pointed.

“That’s the fun” Connor said firmly his pregnant fat belly was bulging out of too tight faded t-shirt.

“Is it..” Wyatt agreed. “Can’t we just watch football?”

“We could. But Peter and Luca would get bored” Connor pointed out. “And we’re too moody to try board games again.”

Wyatt nodded, “Right. Painting it is” he sighed. “Give me one of those beers.”

“Non alcoholic beer” Connor pointed out handing one to him.

Peter took a seat next to Connor, opposite Wyatt and Luca. “How’s Bub? Figured a name yet?”

“No” Connor groaned. “Grayson suggested Oxnard the other day.”

“Was he drunk?” Luca asked from the other side.

“No. If only” Connor laughed. “It’s on the list…”

“You could shorten it to Ox” Wyatt offered.

“That’s not that reassuring” Connor frowned.

A fat bulging young man waddled out. He puffed and wheezed with every step, he wore an apron over his plaid shirt. His jeans were done up over his belly.

“Is that Edward Green. He got FAT” Connor whispered.

“Fat. That’s humungous” Peter said impressed.

“You two are hypocrites” Wyatt commented.

“Welcome everyone” Edward called out, “The Turn out is great. I’d like to thank the new Mayor Henry Clark for green lighting these community events” he smiled. “Now I’ve organised a model for this evening. Although he didn’t take much bribing.”

From behind the curtain at the side of the stage, lumbered out Heath, wearing a toga.

“Oh my god” Peter beamed, sliding out his phone and snapping a photograph.

“Heath Redfield has kindly agreed to model. It didn’t take much to bribe him” Edward patted Heath’s belly. There was a smile shared between them.

“I think they’re dating” Connor murmured.

“Really?” Peter looked up, “Anyone’s better than Jesse” Peter shuddered.

“So are you comfortable with painting Heath.”

“I can’t wait to hang this on my mantle” Peter said with a devious smile as he picked up the paintbrush. As he sent the photo of Heath to Leon, who quickly replied a laughing emoji.

On par his attempt at painting his brother hadn’t been entirely successful. It kind of resembled Heath, in the same way that a Red Pepper also resembled a red apple. Although it helped it looked like no one else had managed any better. Connor’s resembled a sort of shapeless pale blob.

“It’s post modern” Connor shrugged. “Yours is not better.”

“It’s not like either of us were good at art” Peter pointed out.

“I was great at finger painting” Connor grinned.

“Maybe you should stick to football.”

Connor patted his gut, “Can’t with this one. I’m on checkouts now and that’s dull as heck. At least I’ve got a stool.”

Creeeeek The Chair beneath Connor groaned audibly.

Peter smirked, as his own chair wheezed beneath him. “Yeah. Well... I’ve always got the job at the diner, although Leon is sure I could stop working if I wanted.” His face flushing deeply.

“Feels weird we’re all gonna have kids soon” Connor admitted.

“I dunno. Our kids are going to grow up forced to be friends.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works” Connor said wryly.

“We’re always going to be friends. Who knows maybe our little bubs will end up together one day.”

Connor laughed, “I doubt that. But it’s a nice idea.”

“You could be an optimist, stranger things have happened..”

Connor smiled, “That…that is fair.”

Peter leaned forward to add a few final touches to the painting, and suddenly he felt the chair give out underneath him. He groaned as he thumped down hard on the ground.

“Oh fuck. Peter?” Wyatt said looking horrified.

Connor groaned and grabbed the table to try to heave himself off the chair. And instead his chair creaked and gave way, and he landed on his back beside Peter cradling his belly.

“Ow..” Connor groaned.

There were gasps from the other guests, and Wyatt stood up, “Fuck. We’re going to have to go to hospital.”

“Some bachelor party…” Luca sighed.

0o0o0

Peter and Connor sat in hospital beds, “We’re not telling Leon and Grayson if we have too.”

“I’m not doing that” Wyatt said shaking his head. “I still can’t believe you both broke chairs.”

“I mean they are getting fat” Luca grinned relaxing on the couch in the hospital room.

“So are porky” Peter snapped grumpily.

“I didn’t break a chair” Luca replied cockily.

“Yours was reinforced” Wyatt scoffed, “we’ve all been fattening up. I mean fuck I’ve got love handles and my thighs jiggle. I’m gonna give birth and still waddle.”

“Yeah well. It’s pretty normal” Peter admitted, rubbing his belly gently. “Your okay Romeo.. aren’t you” he whispered.

Doctor David Messina walked in, Luca’s Dad and smiled amused at the quartet. “Well I have good news” he said warmly. “You’re both fine, the babies are fine. Just a couple of bruised egos.”

“Oh thank the gods” Connor sighed relaxed.

“Your bodies are padded, the babies are safe. Just try to not sit on any high stool” Doctor Messina warned. “Also goes for you two.”

Luca groaned, “Some Bachelor’s party this is turning out to be.”

“Well Bachelor’s parties aren’t exactly designed for heavily pregnant boys” Doctor Messina said amused.

“I know. But this our last hurrah. After this it’s going to be babies everywhere” Luca pouted.

“Can I make a suggestion” Doctor Messina suggested.

“Please” Wyatt said.

“Pick one of your houses, stop at Mass Market and raid it for snacks. Put your feet up and watch a movie and pamper yourselves” Doctor Messina warned. “Take things slow.”

“Honestly that sounds great” Peter admitted looking at Luca.

“Uhhh. Fine” Luca sighed. “We’re probably too swollen to dance anyway.”

“I’ll get the nurse to give your discharge paperwork” Doctor Messina smiled waddling out.

“We’re telling Either of the guys about this” Peter said firmly.

“I’m not that promising that” Wyatt said wryly.

0o0o0

They ended up back at Peter’s house, as Leon would be at work all night. They sat on the couch and recliners, watching the latest season of ‘Eastwick.’

“This is so good” Peter grinned. “Imagine being in a four way relationship.”

“Too much work” Wyatt said shaking his head. “I just want (boyfriend).”

“Yeah. I’m not sharing Grayson” Connor said firmly.

“Are you guys going to marry them?” Peter asked quietly.

“Definitely” Wyatt said firmly. “We want to be settled first..”

“I’m pretty sure Grayson is itching to propose” Connor said patting his gut. “I’m really tempted to propose first out of spite.”

Peter nodded taking it all in, “I want to marry Leon. But a little part of me is terrified of getting trapped again.”

“Leon isn’t your fucked up ex” Wyatt pointed out.

“Also. If you marry him, you don’t have to do the big wedding like I’m doing” Luca pointed out. “Do a registry wedding. It’s about you and Leon.”

“And you’re always going to have that little voice in your head. But Leon also seems to be one of the people who understands that. He loves you” Connor said honestly.

Peter smiled, “Thanks Guy, sometimes I need to hear that… I shouldn’t have let my ex force us apart.”

“Oh yeah. That’s never happening again” Connor said firmly.

“We’re a gang. The Gang” Wyatt grinned.

“We really should get jackets” Luca grinned. “like in the musical Lard.”

“The Burger Palace boys?” Peter squinted.

“How do you remember that” Connor said in disbelief.

“If anything it would be Angel Pine Boys” Wyatt pointed out.

“Yeah. But then my brother would want a jacket” Luca chuckled. “Thank you all for being my groomsmen. I know Henry’s a lot older, but he makes me happy. And I’m glad you guys all accepted him.”

“He’s a good guy. And all of us deserve good guys” Peter smiled.