#my arm is tired... And i wanted an excuse to post this... OOpsie oopsie...

[stargazelasagna]

HOIII!!!! I JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW WALLY HE LOOKS SO GOOD!!!!! CAN I HAVE MORE DOODLES TO CHEW ON?

Its ok if no dw! Don't wanna force ya! I just love your art so much :3

YOU. YOU 🫵I WAITED FOR SO LONG TO RESPOND TO THIS IM BACK BABBYYY

[cherrylovelycherry]

Pls make me another poly with ratio and aven. Make another and my life is YOURS

I'm hungry for angst

Girl don't judge me, I'm using translator for this JDNAIJDHD

.note. HEYY, omg i gotcha anon!! tbh, I loved writing the poly angst. hope you like it, I think I overdid it with the words oopsie ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

i don't know if you speak spanish but, shadow freddy vuelta al ruedo

i will post part 2 tomorrow mueheh

𓂅new order. "tarte aux fraises and a pain au chocolat."

Contracts and preferences pt.1 pt.2

pairing. Aventurine x gn!reader x Dr ratio (poly) cw/genre. angst, argument, some slow burn again, slight being left out, some nsfw in pt.2, negligent attitudes synopsis. you went from being “decoration” and “ partner” to “ servant” and “assistant”. full menu

They knew you were there, didn't they?

You were sure you did, you knew, you knew they would come to take you in their arms and fill you with affection. 

Or at least that's what you longed for. 

You were sitting at the dining table, trying to plan schedules and meetings for each of them. 

Since, after all, you were both their assistant. 

To put the situation in context, you concise them both separately, not knowing that they were a couple before. 

You worked at the ipc, for Aventurine, while at the same time, you also worked for the Intelligentsia Guild, specifically being the assistant of Ratio. 

The connections you made at the Guild helped you to be at the IPC too. 

You gave them a sideways look, again, it would be the fifth time you do it in almost ten minutes. 

You never complain about your job, you always think that if it weren't for that, you wouldn't have been able to meet the two men you're dating now. 

But it felt unfair sometimes. 

You were at the table, with thousands of documents and making calls, while they were on the couch, curled up and even getting a little more affectionate. 

Of course you were happy for them, you loved them both and they loved you too, their affection was mutual, but sometimes... it was really something.

For example, Ratio, with no shame, began to cover Aventurine's neck and jaw with a few small kisses, while the other laughed discreetly and also played with his hair in a discreet way. 

You let out an audible sigh.

Aaand, nothing.

The two were already on the sofa, snuggled up against each other, watching some movie, but not even the slightest bit watching it. 

You knew it, they were just looking for an excuse to get closer to each other, and they were taking every opportunity they could. 

They whispered sweet words to each other, caressed each other's backs, made small, playful comments that caused a few giggles, and their eyes didn't leave each other's. 

You had to admit, the atmosphere they created was quite... Intimate.

You let out a small sigh again, in a somewhat exaggerated way, the sound getting their attention almost immediately. 

They both knew it. 

But they decided to play dumb, just this once. 

"Tired?" Asked Aventurine first. 

"Overworked?" Ratio followed, as he tried to get up to get to you.

You rolled your eyes, but not out of irritation, but more because this was a fairly common occurrence. 

"Yeah," you replied, "and a little tired of being all alone here." 

Ratio, walking over to you and resting a gentle hand on your shoulder while he stood behind you. 

"We'll give you some attention," he said.

"Will you?" You asked, arching an eyebrow as you continued to go through the documents in front of you.

Aventurine stood up, making his way to the two of you, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking at the papers you were reading. 

"We'll give you all you want," he whispered right next to your ear. 

"Well..." you replied with feigned indifference, but your words were full of expectation, "prove it."

The two of them looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes, before Ratio began to place light kisses down your neck.

You couldn't help but shiver, trying to control yourself. 

At your reaction, Ratio chuckled against your skin, and, just to tease you, gave your sensitive skin a little bite, causing your shoulders to arch involuntarily. 

A low, suppressed sound escaped your lips. 

Meanwhile, Aventurine's hands traveled to one of your shoulders, gently massaging them.

"You've been working too much," he whispered in your other ear, "haven't you?"

"Yeah..." you admitted in a low whisper, as the two continued to pamper you. 

"We should take care of you," said Ratio, continuing to give you little kisses and bites.

"We should," agreed Aventurine, leaving a brief kiss on your head.

Their ministrations continued for a while, their hands and mouths roaming gently over your shoulders, neck, and back.

The feeling was so good, you couldn't help but moan softly.

By now, you had both men behind you and surrounding you completely, their touches and affections slowly but surely getting heavier and more intense.

You felt Aventurine's hands move to your hips, gently pulling you closer against his body as Ratio continued to kiss your neck.

It was a bit embarrassing to admit it, but you were really enjoying all that attention. 

...

Okay, maybe you anticipated a bit. 

The 'we should take care of you', stayed in 'we should'. Literally. 

Heavyweights and affectionate touches were maintained, even the three of you moved to the couch, for comfort. 

The raised caresses calmed down after a while, letting you put your head on Aventurine's legs, while Ratio did gentle massages on your body. 

At least that 10 minutes ago, since you had your eyes closed, but you started to feel a hard thing behind your head. 

And by the time you noticed, they were both kissing, with the same intensity and desire. 

"Hey, guys," you spoke up, a bit annoyed, but they didn't seem to notice.

Instead, they were even getting more intense, as the small sounds of them echoed quietly in the room.

"Guys," you called out again, in a slightly louder voice.

A low moan escaped Aventurine's lips, while Ratio's hands ran over his hair.

And far apart from that, you felt the Aventurine member accidentally rubbing against your head every time they moved to eat their mouths.

"Please," you said, slightly frustrated, "you guys!" At the same time, you also got up from Aven's legs, sitting in the space between them. 

They finally broke apart, a bit breathless, their lips red and glistening with saliva. 

They both looked at you, slightly surprised that you'd interrupted them.

"What's wrong...?" Ratio finally asked, still a little out of breath.

"Are you alright?" Aventurine added, trying to recompose himself.

You huffed softly, feeling a bit disappointed. 

"Uhm, if you two are in _the_ mood, you can go to the room," you said calmly. 

The two of them looked at each other for a few seconds, a silent conversation happening between them.

"Are you sure...?" Aventurine asked, turning his gaze back to you.

"You don't mind?" Ratio added, studying your expression.

You tried to appear calm and understanding, but deep down, you were still a bit frustrated. The sight of the two of them all hot and bothered without you was really... a bit unfair.

"No, it's okay," you said, trying to remain calm. "You two can go ahead." 

They studied you a bit more, trying to discern if you were being honest or not. 

But you smiled at them, trying to reassure them that you were fine with it. 

They both shared another look, before Ratio got up from the couch and held out his hand to Aventurine.

Aventurine grabbed Ratio's hand, standing up in one smooth movement. 

They were still looking at you, obviously still reluctant to leave you alone.

"Are you sure?" Ratio asked again, as Aventurine stayed silent.

You nodded, trying to maintain a reassuring smile. "Yes, I'm sure," you replied. "I'll just finish up some more work, and I'll join you guys later."

"Mhm, okay, love," Aven replied, as he nodded, with a slight smile. 

The two men walked past you, heading towards the bedroom door, Ratio's hand still intertwined with Aventurine's. 

You stayed rooted to the spot.

You knew they had needs, and you had nothing against them satisfying them together. 

But it's just... you couldn't shake off the strange feeling in your chest.

Ratio and Aventurine went to the bedroom, closing the door. 

You took a deep breath, feeling a bit frustrated. 

Of course, you were happy for them, their relationship was strong and had a deep connection, but... it didn't stop you from feeling slightly 'left out'.

You leaned fully back on the couch, letting out a low sigh.

'Nah, maybe I'm exaggerating', You thought as you got off the couch, to go back to the table. 

You made your way back to the table, sorting out the documents. 

As you organized everything, you couldn't help but overhear small noises coming from the bedroom. 

Even though the door was closed, the sounds of Ratio and Aventurine, clearly enjoying themselves, were still faintly audible. 

You tried to ignore it, to focus on your work, but it was hard. Each time you heard a small sound, a small whine, it sent a little shiver throughout your body.

The more you tried to concentrate, the more the sounds seemed to get louder and more intense.

You tried to shake off the thoughts running through your mind and concentrate on your work, but as time passed, you found it more and more difficult to ignore the sounds coming from the bedroom.

Moans, whispers, muttered words, and the sound of the bed creating through the room.

You had no right to be jealous, you had told them to go for it, you had encouraged them. 

And so, you focused only on paperwork and arranging schedules. 

You dropped a yawn while you stopped typing on the laptop. 

You stretched a little while getting up from the chair. 

You didn't realize when the erotic sounds coming from the room had been ceased. 

When you finally noticed the absence of sounds, a small pang of confusion and sadness hit you in the chest.

Of course, you told them to go ahead, and maybe they were already... done, but still, you felt a little pang of disappointment.

But it was fine, since you didn't really think about the room for a while to join, as you told them. 

You were finishing stretching when the bedroom door opened, a slightly disheveled Ratio peeking his head out of the room.

You looked at him, a raised eyebrow.

"Yes?" You asked, trying to maintain a calm demeanor.

Ratio looked at you for a few seconds, his breath still a bit heavy. 

"Can you come here for a second...?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse from... the situation in the room.

You tried to remain unfazed, even though the request was an unexpected one.

"Sure," you said with nonchalance in your voice.

You made your way to the bedroom, Ratio moving aside to let you enter. 

As you stepped in, you were met with Aventurine, sitting on the edge of the bed, hair tousled and a few love bites on his neck and shoulders.

The sight of Aventurine in that state sent another pang to your chest, but you tried to hide it. 

He looked at you, a slight tiredness in his eyes, as a small smile appeared on his lips.

"You finished your work?" He asked, his voice also slightly hoarse.

"Almost..." you replied, avoiding looking at the small hickeys on his skin for too long.

"You two were quick," you commented half-jokingly, trying to maintain the same casual tone from before.

Ratio chuckled softly, leaning on the doorframe as he watched the interaction.

"It wasn't really that quick," he said with a smirk.

Aventurine shook his head, giving Ratio a side look before turning his attention back to you.

"We're just... impatient," he said, with a slight hint of teasing in his voice. 

You grimaced, while you laughed somewhat uncomfortable. 

You tried to shake off the uncomfortable feeling, but the sight of them both, disheveled and still somewhat out of breath, wasn't helping.

"Right," you said, still trying to keep up the act.

There was a small moment of silence in the room, Ratio's gaze darting between you and Aventurine, as if he was waiting to see how the situation would unfold.

"Uhm, do you need anything?" You asked, seeing that they weren't going to say anything. 

Besides, you didn't really know why you were called into the room. 

"Oh, yes," Ratio said. 

"Can you take out clean sheets? I'm going to bring water to Aven," he added, as he left the room. 

 "Okay," you replied simply, watching Ratio disappear into the hallway.

You turned your gaze to Aventurine.

He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking a bit worn out and sated.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of something in your chest, as you couldn't help but steal a glance at the marks on his neck and shoulders. 

You let out a silent sigh before heading to some drawers next to the bed. 

'It's okay, It'll be your turn' you thought as you focused on pulling out a set of clean sheets. 

  You were in a relationship with the two, and you knew that they had... desires, and needed that physical intimacy.

You tried to understand their need, and you also tried to not feel 'bad' about being left out.

But at the same time, you couldn't help but wonder if your presence was really necessary.

Your thoughts were interrupted, you felt Aventurine approaching you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest.

He placed his chin on your shoulder, pressing his body against yours.

"You're being quiet..." he murmured near your ear.

You felt the warmth of his body and the soft touch of his arms around you, making you momentarily forget all the thoughts and doubts that were swirling around in your mind.

You leaned gently against him, taking a deep breath.

"Just thinking..." you replied, your voice a little tense. 

You finished taking out the sheets, and you stand still, waiting for it to come loose, which didn't happen, so you moved a little. "uhm, can you...?" 

Your voice is tense and uncomfortable. 

Aventurine noticed the change in your tone, and he loosened his grip on you, stepping back slightly.

He gently turned you around to face him, his hands resting on your hips, a touch of worry in his eyes.

"Are you okay...?" He asked, "His voice low and gentle."

You averted your gaze slightly, feeling a mixture of emotions that you couldn't quite make sense of.

"Yup," It was the only thing you answered, and then you went to bed and started removing the dirty sheets. 

Aventurine watched you silently, his gaze fixated on your body.

He could feel the tension in your movements and the subtle stiffness in your voice. He knew that something was bothering you, but he wasn't entirely sure what it was. 

He decided to give you some space, allowing you to remove the sheets, but he still stood beside you, his eyes never leaving you.

After a few moments, Ratio came back into the room, a glass of water in his hand.

He handed it to Aventurine, who took it gratefully and took a few sips before setting it on the bedside table.

There was a strange atmosphere in the room, as if something were left hanging in the air. 

You felt like they were looking at you, as you finished putting the clean sheets on the bed. 

It was hard to ignore their stares, and the fact that you were alone with them in the room made the tension even more palpable. 

You finished putting on the sheets and took a subtle deep breath. 

You could practically feel the weight of their gazes on your back, even though you knew that both of them were trying to hide their concern and curiosity. 

"There..." you muttered, finally turning around to face them.

Ratio was leaning against the wall nearby, his arms crossed, his expression a mixture of concern and confusion.

Aventurine was still standing beside you, his gaze fixed on you, as if studying your every move.

For a few seconds, there was just a heavy silence, as the two of them looked at you waiting for you to say something.

But what should you say? You felt a mixture of contradictory emotions.

"You can rest now," you said, calmly speaking. 

Your voice sounded calm, but on the inside, you were still feeling a mixture of unease and disappointment.

Ratio and Aventurine exchanged a glance, clearly understanding your cue that the conversation was over. 

Aventurine didn't make a move, still watching you.

Ratio, sensing the tension in the room, walked over to Aventurine's side, gently pushing him towards the bed.

"Come on," Ratio murmured, his tone soft but firm. "You should rest."

Aventurine didn't object, allowing Ratio to gently guide him onto the bed.

He sank back against the pillows, looking at you with a mix of tiredness and worry. Ratio sat down beside him, also looking at you.

"Are you...?" Ratio started to ask, but you interrupted him.

"I'm fine," you said, still doing your best to appear casual, "I just need to... go to the bathroom."

You used the excuse of needing to use the bathroom to get away for a few minutes.

Ratio and Aventurine looked at you for a moment, their gazes following you as you left the room.

As soon as you closed the door to the bathroom behind you, you let out a soft sigh, bracing your hands on the sink.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror.

Your expression was a mixture of exhaustion and frustration.

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to organize your thoughts. You knew that what you were feeling was silly, but at the same time, you couldn't help it.

Your relationship with Ratio and Aventurine was unconventional, you knew that they had needs and desires, and they had each other to satisfy those needs. 

But what about you...?

It was a thought that had crossed your mind several times before.

You tried to convince yourself that they cared about you, that they loved you.

But at times like this, when they were alone in their intimate moments, you couldn't help but feel... left out.

You knew that they weren't trying to exclude you, that they weren't being malicious, but it still hurt. 

You sighed, patting yourself on the cheeks, before leaving the bathroom and returning to the room. 

Ratio and Aventurine were still on the bed, now settled under the covers.

Aventurine's eyes were partly closed, as the exhaustion from the previous activities was starting to take its toll.

Ratio, however, was still slightly tense, his eyes locking on you as soon as you entered the room.

You walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge next to Ratio.

For a moment, no one spoke. The only sounds in the room were the soft breathing of Aventurine and the silence that seemed to weigh upon all of you.

Ratio shifted slightly, moving closer to you, his hand gently moving to your thigh.

Ratio's touch was gentle and comforting, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

You didn't want to ruin the moment. You didn't want to make them feel bad for seeking their comfort in each other's embrace.

You looked at Aventurine, who seemed to be moments from falling asleep.

His hair was messy, and the skin on his neck was still showing some red marks. 

Although you felt an uncomfortable heaviness in your chest, with your fingers, you accommodated the hair that covered Aven's face. 

Aventurine's face relaxed under your touch, his breathing still calm and steady.

Ratio's grip on your thigh tightened a little, and you could feel his gaze fixated on you.

"You know..." Ratio began, his voice low. "We... We didn't mean to make you feel left out."

You paused for a few seconds, unsure of what to say.

"Mhm, i know" you whispered, still running your fingers through Aventurine's hair.

"I'm tired."

The word hung in the air, and Ratio sighed softly.

"Come here," he said, gently pulling you down to lie next to him.

You complied, feeling Ratio's strong arms encircling your waist, pulling you against his chest.

The feeling of Ratio's body against yours was comforting, but there was still a nagging feeling at the back of your mind.

You snuggled into Ratio's embrace, feeling his warmth and the steady beat of his heart.

"We love you," Ratio murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

You closed your eyes in response, feeling a mixture of both comfort and unease.

You wanted to believe Ratio's words.

But at the same time, you couldn't help but doubt. 

��The morning sunlight streamed in through the cracks of the curtains, gently illuminating the bedroom.

The peaceful silence in the room was broken by a soft, groggy groan.

"Hmm, what time is it...?" Aventurine mumbled half-sleep, shifting slightly in the bed.

You had gotten up before them, starting to prepare their breakfasts, and ending with the day's schedule for each. 

Ratio stirred beside him, slowly waking up as well, his messy hair sticking every which way.

Aventurine groaned again, finally opening his eyes, blinking a few times as he adjusted to the morning light.

He sat up in bed, rubbing his face with his hands, trying to shake off the lingering drowsiness.

"Ugh... I feel like I slept for days," he said with a yawn, his voice still gravelly with sleep.

He looked around the room, noticing that you were not in bed.

"Where's..." Aventurine began, his eyes scanning the room, noticing that it was just the two of them.

Ratio sat up as well, groaning as he stretched his arms above his head, the muscles in his back tensing with the movement.

He glanced over at Aventurine, following his gaze.

"They're probably in the kitchen," Ratio said, voice sleepy and still slightly rough from sleep.

"I think we slept pretty late." he commented again, glancing at the clock on the bedside table.

Aventurine followed Ratio's gaze, noticing the time.

"Damn... it's almost noon," he muttered, climbing out of the bed and stretching. 

"I guess we're in for a lazy day."

Ratio chuckled softly, still sitting on the bed, the covers half-covering his bare chest.

"I guess so," he agreed, his eyes flickering over Aventurine's disheveled form.

Aventurine paused, noticing Ratio's gaze on him. He ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to smooth it down.

"What?" he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Ratio smirked. "You just look... well, pretty wrecked after our little... session last night."

Aventurine rolled his eyes, but a small smirk played on his lips, betraying his attempt to appear annoyed.

"Shut up," he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest, causing the sheets to slip lower, exposing more of his bare skin.

Ratio chuckled again, amused by Aventurine's reaction. He stood up from the bed and walked over to him, stopping a few inches away, to kiss him and get out of the room. 

Just as Aventurine was getting out of bed, finishing stretching, he heard a curse and a sound of a cup breaking. 

That made him leave the room quickly. 

By the time he gets to the kitchen, his frow frowned. 

"Fuck..." you let go again, grimacing, while holding one of your hands. 

When Ratio had left the bedroom first, you didn't hear his footsteps so when you turned with the hot cup of coffee, you were scared to see him there, causing the cup to fall to the ground after burning with the liquid inside. 

Both Ratio and Aventurine were now watching you carefully.

Ratio's expression was a mixture of concern and guilt, knowing that he startled you. 

Aventurine's frown deepened as he noticed the way you were holding your hand. 

"Are you okay?" Ratio asked, his voice soft and filled with worry.

Aventurine stepped closer to you, eyes fixated on your injured hand.

"What happened?" he asked, looking at the shattered cup on the floor and the spilled coffee.

"It's nothing," you tried to assure them, though you couldn't hide the slight wince that escaped you when you tried to move your hand. 

The burn wasn't that serious, but it hurt. 

Ratio moved closer, his eyes drifting from your hand to your face.

"Let me see," he said, gently taking your hand in his, examining the burn.

Aventurine stood close by, his gaze fixed on Ratio as he carefully inspected your injury.

Ratio's touch was gentle as he examined the burn, his fingers tracing over the reddened skin.

"It's not too bad, but you shouldn't move your hand too much," he said, his voice low and soothing. "I'll get something to treat it."

He released your hand, moving to a nearby cabinet to get the necessary medical supplies, while Aventurine took a step closer to you.

Ratio rummaged through the cabinet, gathering a few supplies to treat your burn.

Aventurine watched Ratio, his gaze drifting from Ratio's focused expression to your now free hand.

He hesitated for a moment, but then he gently reached out and took your injured hand in his.

His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he held your hand carefully, as if afraid he might hurt you further.

"You need to be more careful," Aventurine scolded softly, his eyes fixed on your hand.

You had to suppress a shiver as you felt Aventurine's touch, his fingers gently caressing the sore skin of your hand.

Ratio returned with a small bag of supplies, a concerned expression still on his face.

"I'll tend to your hand now, okay?" 

Ratio gently took your hand from Aventurine's grasp, preparing the supplies he needed to treat your burn.

Aventurine watched diligently in silence, his eyes never leaving your injury.

Ratio was gently applying the ointment to your burn, his touch precise and practiced.

The stinging sensation lessened as the soothing medicine worked its magic.

Aventurine continued to watch, his eyes fixated on Ratio's hands tending to your injury.

Once Ratio was finished, he wrapped a sterile gauze around your hand to protect the burn.

"There," Ratio said, satisfied with his work. "You'll need to keep the bandage on to protect the burn. Let it heal properly."

You flexed your fingers, feeling a slight discomfort from the burn but relieved by Ratio's skillful treatment.

"Thank you," you murmured, a little embarrassed by all the attention. 

Your eyes looked at the ground, seeing the broken cup, along with the coffee lying on the floor. 

You let out a sigh, seeing the disaster. 

Ratio noticed your gaze and followed it to the broken cup and spilled coffee on the floor. 

"Don't worry about it," he said, putting the supplies back in the cabinet. "Accidents happen."

Aventurine, who was still standing nearby, glanced at the mess on the floor and then back at you.

"I'll clean it up," he said, crouching down to start gathering the shattered pieces of the cup.

"Oh no, Aven," you quickly let go, preventing him from bending over. 

"You two are going to breakfast, you have a lot to do today," you said, as you pointed to the table with food on top. 

Ratio and Aventurine exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise in Ratio's eyes at your quick reaction.

Aventurine was about to protest, but Ratio placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively silencing him.

"They're right," Ratio said, gently pushing Aventurine towards the table. "We do have a lot to do, and it's already noon."

Aventurine let out a sigh.

"But, your burn..." he protested, his eyes moving from Ratio to you. 

"The bandage will do its job. Besides, it's nothing serious," Ratio assured, gently guiding Aventurine towards the table again. 

"We'll leave the cleaning to them. Now come on, let's eat. We're late as it is."

Ratio's insistence was enough for Aventurine to reluctantly agree. He let out a sigh and stopped resisting, finally taking a seat at the table.

Ratio sat down as well, gesturing for you to join them.

"Come here," Ratio urged gently, patting the seat next to him.

Your attention was led back to them. 

"Uhm?, oh, I've already eaten," you let go, as you continued your previous action. 

You bent down to the ground, carefully picking up the broken pieces of the cup, throwing them away. 

Ratio and Aventurine watched you silently, concern and confusion on their faces.

Ratio's brow furrowed as you dismissed the offer to sit with them.

"You did? How long have you been awake?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Aventurine's eyes flicked between you and Ratio, his expression mirroring Ratio's concern.

You didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so you simply shrugged. 

"I don't know, maybe a couple of hours?" you mumbled, continuing your task. 

Ratio's frown deepened. "You should have woken us up. You didn't need to get up so early."

Aventurine leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And it's not the first time either," he commented, a hint of irritation in his voice.

Ratio sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "It's not the first time, indeed," he agreed, shooting a disapproving look in your direction.

You paused for a moment, feeling the weight of their gazes on you. 

"I just wanted to make sure everything was ready for you two," you muttered, avoiding their eyes. 

Ratio's expression softened a little, but there was still a hint of frustration in his voice. 

"You don't need to do that. We can take care of ourselves," he said, although the tone was firm, he wasn't truly angry.

"You know we don't like it when you do this," Aventurine scolded gently, his voice firm but tinged with worry.

You knew they were worried about you, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for them. You wanted to make sure they had everything they needed, that they were comfortable and well taken care of.

"Mhm," you mumbled. 

"But it's my job as an assistant to both of you and as your partner," you added, grabbing some paper towels to clean the wet coffee floor. 

Ratio let out another sigh.

"Partner," he repeated, the word hanging in the air.

Aventurine's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing slightly. "That's a poor excuse," he said.

"We never asked you to do all that. We never expected you to be at our beck and call like that." 

You finished drying the floor, and you stood again. 

"In fact, that was involved in the contract i signed," you spoke calmly, while throwing away used paper towels. 

You remembered very well the contracts you signed when you were officially the assent of each one respectively. 'It is necessary that the worker be available in semi-complete time and at the disposal...' 

You read those contracts 10 times each, as it was something of utmost importance.

Ratio and Aventurine remained silent for a moment, processing your words.

Veritas seemed frustrated, though not towards you, but rather towards the situation.

"We're not talking about the job or the contracts," Ratio said, his voice firm.

Aventurine added. "We're talking about us. About this... relationship between us," he paused, gesturing to the three of you. 

You sighed, once you finished cleaning, approaching the table. 

"Come on, don't be bitter and eat," you said, as you sat in a chair in front of them. 

They each took a plate, serving themselves and starting breakfast. 

The atmosphere was tense for a few minutes, a heavy silence hanging in the air. 

Ratio was the first to break the silence, his voice softer now. 

"How is your hand?" he asked.

You raised your hand, flexing it slightly.

"It's fine," you assured him. "The intent you applied did its job." 

You're still ordering papers, along with documents on your laptop. 

"Well, I will explain to you the agenda of both today," You said, before you started explaining to them what things are had planned for today. 

Ratio and Aventurine listened attentively to your explanations, occasionally asking questions.

Although they still had a slight hint of frustration from the previous conversation, the tension had somewhat eased.

Ratio nodded as you finished explaining the agenda. "I think we can manage those tasks."

Aventurine, who had been quietly eating, spoke up, "I just need to deal with some more research, and I'll be ready."

You nodded, as you also drank some water, before speaking. 

"All right, then I'll go make some calls for today." 

You stood up from your seat, getting up from the table.

Ratio stood up suddenly too. "Wait." 

Aventurine also stood up, his eyes narrowing.

You paused, slightly surprised by their sudden movements.

Ratio walked over to you, gently taking your hand with the injured one, his touch surprisingly soft. He examined it to make sure the bandage was still in place.

Aventurine remained standing near the table, his gaze fixed on the two of you, his arms crossed over his chest.

Ratio's touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the sternness he had shown earlier.

He seemed satisfied that the bandage was still secure and then looked up at you.

"Be careful," he said, his voice softer than before.

Aventurine still watched from a distance, his eyes fixed on Ratio's hand holding yours.

You couldn't help but feel a bit flustered at Ratio's touch and the concern in his voice.

"I will," you assured him, although you knew they still worried about you.

Aventurine finally walked over to the two of you, standing beside Ratio. 

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to us?" asked him. 

You couldn't help but let out a slight giggle as you rolled your eyes. 

"Okay, okay," you said, as you approached Aven, to give him a gentle kiss on the lips and then do the same with Ratio. 

Ratio and Aventurine returned your kisses, Aventurine's kiss slow and gentle, while Ratio's was a bit more firm but soft.

When you pulled away, they both looked at you with a hint of disappointment.

Ratio spoke up first. "That's too short."

Aventurine nodded in agreement. "Yeah, not enough." 

You let out another laugh, while shaking your head. "Nuh huh, it was fine." 

Ratio's hand, which was still holding yours, squeezed gently as if reluctant to let go. But he reluctantly dropped it.

Aventurine, though he tried to maintain a composed expression, couldn't hide the hint of a smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Good luck with your work," he said. 

You nodded, still feeling a bit flustered, but trying to maintain your composure.

"I'll see you later," you said, as you turned to leave.

Ratio and Aventurine watched you go, their eyes following you until you were out the door, entering your office, next to the master bedroom. 

As you walk into your office, you couldn't help but think about the conversation between the three of you.

You knew they cared about you, and they were concerned for you. But sometimes their overprotectiveness felt suffocating, especially when they questioned your commitment to them.

You could understand how they might feel, though, considering their jobs and the stress they were under.

You settled down at your desk, pulling out some documents and beginning to make the first of many calls you were going to have to do today.

The hours passed, and the calls you made consumed most of your day.

As mid-day approached, you felt your stomach growl, reminding you that you hadn't eaten lunch yet.

You kept looking at all the papers and documents on your desk. 

Since you were only in the apartment at the time, you decided that it would be easier to order fast food. 

When you finally got the order, you ate while looking at your phone, getting a little distracted. 

From there, you get a message, exactly from Aven. 

'Hi, beautiful. I'm with Ratio now, don't prepare anything for dinner, we'll bring food, it won't take long,' 

You smile unconsciously as you read the text, answer it and then leave the chat, to finish eating and then continue doing the paperwork. 

After replying to Aven's message, you finished your meal and turned your attention back to the remaining work.

The afternoon passed by quickly, and the sky outside the window of your office started to turn orange as the sun began to set.

You glanced at the clock, noting that it was getting late. Ratio and Aventurine should be returning soon.

Uhm.

By the time you looked at the clock on the wall again, you grimaced. 

It had been a little longer. 

And by the time you took another look at it, it had been four hours. It was almost midnight. 

Your frown frowned, you were worried now. 

Not to mention you were hungry. 

You glanced at your cell phone, seeing that there was no new message.

You tried to reassure yourself that they must have been busy with work, but as the hours went by, your worry grew. 

Eventually you couldn't stand still anymore, so you got up from your seat and went to the living room, to pace until they arrived.

Time seemed to drag on painfully slow. 

You kept pacing around the room, glancing at the clock on the wall every so often.

And just as you were about to check your phone for the millionth time, the sound of the apartment door opening reached your ears.

You rushed to the entrance, catching a glimpse of Ratio and Aventurine as they entered, looking somewhat...tipsy?

"Finally!" you said, unable to hide your relief. "Where have you been, I was getting worried."

Ratio and Aventurine looked at you, slightly startled by your sudden exclamation.

Aventurine let out a chuckle, his speech slightly slurred. "We were just out having a drink."

Ratio, slightly more composed than Aventurine, spoke up, his voice slightly strained due to the alcohol. "We lost track of time, sorry for worrying you."

You looked at the two of them, noting their disheveled appearance. It seemed like they had more than just a few drinks.

"I can see that," you said, a mix of relief and annoyance in your voice.

You moved closer, scrutinizing their faces. They were both clearly inebriated, their eyes bloodshot and movements a lil uncoordinated. 

without noticing that there were traces of hickeys on their necks. 

Ratio and Aventurine stumbled a bit as they tried to maintain their balance, their coordination affected by the alcohol.

Aventurine noticed you looking at their necks, and he quickly tried to cover the hickeys with his hand. But his reaction only drew your attention more to the marks.

Ratio, noticing this, shifted awkwardly on his feet, his gaze darting away from you.

Your eyes narrowed at the sight of the marks on their necks.

"What are those?" you demanded, your voice a bit colder now. 

Ratio and Aventurine exchanged a quick glance, their alcohol-clouded minds struggling to come up with a coherent response.

Aventurine spoke, "We were... having a bit of fun."

Your eyes narrowed further. "Fun, huh?" You repeated, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

Ratio, ever the mediator, tried to diffuse the situation. "It's nothing to worry about, sweetheart," he tried to reassure you, but his slurred speech contradicted his words.

Aventurine, perhaps a bit tipsy and bolder, smirked, "Yeah, harmless fun, that's all." 

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding. 

It was fine, of course they could do that. 

"Mhm," you let go, before walking away a bit, to deter your thoughts a bit. 

"Did you bring the food?" You asked, as you looked at them. 

As they had said by message, you did not prepare anything for dinner, since they said they would bring food. And, already at almost midnight, you died of hunger. 

They exchanged another quick glance, realizing their oversight.

"Food," Ratio muttered, trying to focus his alcohol-fuzzed mind. "Right, we were supposed to bring food."

Aventurine looked at you sheepishly. "We, uh, forgot."

Your annoyance deepened, your disappointment in them growing.

"You forgot," you repeated, trying to keep your voice steady.

Ratio scratched the back of his head. "Yeah... We got carried away, I guess."

Aventurine, seemingly trying to light in the mood, chimed in, "To be fair, we were pretty druunk." 

Okay, that didn't help at all. 

A small knot formed in your stomach. You were hungry, and the realization that you would have to find something to eat at this hour made you kinda feel bad.

  They seemed oblivious to your frustration, their alcohol-clouded minds still attempting to justify their actions.

Ratio tried to play it off, "It's not a big deal, we can order something."

Aventurine added, "Yeah, we can get your food delivered."

But their suggestions only irritated you more.

"It's late," you retorted, your voice becoming more strained. "Most places are closed."

However, Aventurine's words dislocated you a bit. "Your food?" You repeated, while you frown a little in confusion. 

At your questioning tone, Ratio immediately realized his slip-up, and his face paled slightly.

Aventurine didn't seem to notice the effect his words had on you, the alcohol dulling his perception.

"Yeah, YOUR food," he repeated, not realizing the implications of what he was saying.

Ratio, picking up on your reaction, shot Aventurine a glance. "Vasha, just stop," he muttered, trying to shut his partner up. But Aventurine was too caught up in his drunk state to notice Ratio's warning.

Aventurine's words echoed in your mind, adding fuel to the fire of your growing irritation.

Ratio's attempt to silence Aventurine fell on deaf ears, and the alcohol coursing through Aventurine's system loosened his tongue even more.

"What's the problem?" Aventurine asked, still oblivious to the impact of his words. "We can order something specifically for you, right?"

Ratio winced, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

You clenched your fists, struggling to keep your emotions in check.

Ratio, seeing the tension building, tried again to intervene. "Vasha, shut up," he hissed through gritted teeth.

But Aventurine, still unaware of the gravity of the situation, waved him off. "Oh, come on, I'm just sayi–"

You interrupted him before he could finish. "Specifically for me?" You repeated again. 

"Have you had dinner yet?" You dared to ask, feeling a strange sting in your throat and chest. 

Aventurine's inebriated mind took a moment to process your question. 

His eyes darted to Ratio, who was silently mouthing "no" to him. But Aventurine, still under the influence of alcohol, blurted out his next words.

"Well... yeah."

Ratio's face paled more, and he pinched the bridge of his nose again, groaning in frustration.

Your heart sank further. The realization that they had not only forgotten to bring you food, but had also eaten without you, was like a punch to the gut.

You felt a mixture of disappointment and hurt wash over you, and it took all your self-control to maintain your composure.

Ratio shot Aventurine a harsh glare, his anger at his partner's drunken carelessness obvious.

Aventurine finally seemed to realize the implications of his words and the impact on you. A hint of soberness flashed across his features. "Oh,"

 Ratio tried to offer an apology. "We're sorry, we didn't mean to make you wait and…"

But you interrupted him, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and disappointment. "It's fine," you said, although it was clear that it wasn't. 

You turned away from them, walking towards the kitchen. "I'll see what I can scrounge up for myself."

 Ratio and Aventurine watched you walk away, their alcohol-dulled minds finally comprehending the gravity of their actions.

"Nice going, genius," Ratio said through gritted teeth, glaring at Aventurine.

Aventurine's drunkenness seemed to wane, replaced by a hint of guilt. "I didn't mean to..."  

Ratio let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand over his face. "I know, Vasha, but you made it worse."

"I just... I wasn't thinking straight," he murmured.

Ratio pinched the bridge of his nose again, his patience wearing thin. "You never think straight when you're drunk."

Before Aventurine could respond, Ratio cut him off. "Just... go take a shower, sober up a bit."

Aventurine nodded sheepishly, knowing that he had messed up. "Yeah, you're right."

He wobbled a little but managed to steady himself before stumbling to the bathroom.

Ratio let out another sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

He let out another weary sigh, still feeling the effects of the alcohol but regaining more soberness. He walked into the kitchen, where you were searching through the cupboards.

Ratio leaned against the doorway, watching you rummage through the cupboards.

The silence between you two was heavy, the tension from before still hanging in the air.

Ratio cleared his throat, trying to break the silence. "Hey," he began, his voice hesitant. 

You didn't turn around, continuing to search the cupboards for something to eat, your frustration evident in your tense movements.

Ratio could tell you were mad, and he didn't blame you.

Although at the time, the word 'mad' wasn't right for you. 

"Darling," he said softly, taking a few steps closer to you, "Can I..."

He reached out a hand, as if to touch your shoulder, but then hesitated, unsure if you would welcome his touch. 

"Go get the bed ready for Aven to lie down, you should do the same," you said, in a tense voice. 

At no time did you turn around, you kept turning your back on him while you pulled out a pan and oil. 

He withdrew his hand.

"I... okay," he mumbled.

He left the kitchen, heading towards the bedroom, still feeling the effects of the alcohol in his veins.

He turned and walked away, leaving you alone in the kitchen. Ratio went to check on Aventurine in the bathroom, hoping his partner would sober up a bit faster.

Meanwhile, you continued to prepare something to eat, your movements still tense and frustrated.

With one hand, you rubbed your eyes quickly, almost frustrated. 

Ratio leaned against the bathroom door frame, watching Aventurine dry his hair with a towel.

"How are you feeling?" Ratio asked.

Aventurine let out a small groan, his head still feeling heavy. "Like I should never drink again."

Ratio chuckled weakly. "That's what you always say, and yet here we are." 

Aventurine hung the towel on a rack and ran a hand over his damp hair, still looking a bit dazed.

"Yeah, I know," he muttered, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub.

He buried his face in his hands, groaning. 

Ratio crossed his arms over his chest, watching his partner's struggle.

"Well, at least you're a little more sober now," Ratio noted.

Aventurine let out a tired sigh, lifting his face from his hands. "Yeah, I guess... But I still feel like crap."

Ratio nodded in understanding. "That's what happens when you drink too much," he said, but there was a hint of worry beneath his words.

"Come, let's go to the room," he added, as he extended a hand to him to get up. 

Aventurine grabbed Ratio's hand, allowing his partner to pull him up.

He stumbled a bit, still a bit unsteady on his feet, but managed to stay upright.

"Aeons, I need to sleep," Aventurine mumbled, rubbing his temple with his free hand.

  Ratio helped him into the room, his arm around his partner's waist to provide support.

"I can imagine," Ratio said, guiding Aventurine to the bed.

Aventurine sat down on the bed, groaning again as he leaned back against the pillows.

Ratio sat down next to him, a concerned expression on his face.

"You really need to take it easy next time," Ratio warned.

Aventurine closed his eyes, still massaging his temples. "Yeah, I know, I know..."

Ratio glanced at the closed bedroom door, his mind still on you and the situation in the kitchen. 

You forced yourself into the room, taking a deep breath. 

Ratio looked up as you entered the room, his expression still laced with tension.

He could tell by your face that you were probably feeling bad.

Aventurine opened his eyes, wincing as the light hit his sensitive eyes.

"Hey, sweetheart," he said weakly, pushing himself up to sit more upright on the bed.

You looked at your hands again before walking to the bed where they were. 

"Take this," you said, extending a glass of water and two pills for each. 

At no time did you look into their eyes, at most you lifted their chests, but not at their faces. 

Ratio took the painkillers and cup of water from you, noting your distant demeanor.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice soft.

They both downed the pills, feeling the effects on their alcohol-muddled minds.

Aventurine watched you, feeling a pang of shame and guilt.

"Sweetheart... we're sorry-" he began, but you cut him off.

"It's okay, go to sleep," you said quietly, your voice betraying your shaky tone."i'm going to eat, rest well." 

Ratio's grip on the glass tightened a bit as he listened to your words.

He could sense the hurt and frustration beneath your calm facade.

"But...are you-" Aventurine started, but trailed off as you turned away, walking out of the room. 

You didn't like this at all. 

You were in the dining room, having dinner at 2am. 

Your eyes were a little itchy, but maybe you were being a little exaggerated. 

But you couldn't help but feel single in some way. That was when you weren't in a relationship with them. 

Ratio and Aventurine lay down in bed, both still feeling the effects of the alcohol.

Ratio stared up at the ceiling, his mind still preoccupied with his worries.

Aventurine shifted uncomfortably on the bed, the guilt and shame gnawing at him.

"Maybe we should try to talk to them...?" Ratio mumbled.

Aventurine let out a weary sigh, burying his face in the pillow.

"I don't think they want to talk to us at the moment," he muttered, his words muffled by the pillow.

Ratio grimaced, realizing that Aventurine was probably right.

"Yeah, you're probably right..." he said, his voice subdued. 

"I'm sure tomorrow they will forget everything," he said, caressing Ratio's cheek. 

  Ratio leaned into Aventurine's touch, finding comfort in his partner's presence. "I hope so..."

He was about to say something else, but a yawn cut him off.

"I'm exhausted," he mumbled, feeling the tiredness finally catching up with him.

Aventurine nodded, approaching him. 

"Yeah, me too..." he murmured, his eyelids growing heavy.

"I'll try to make it up to them tomorrow," he muttered.

Ratio hummed in agreement, feeling his own eyelids droop. 

Their words trailed off as they both surrendered to the pull of sleep, their alcohol-sated minds finally shutting down for the night.

Meanwhile, you finished eating your dinner, the food not helping to improve your mood.

You felt frustrated and a tad sad, despite trying to appear indifferent.

The next day, and in itself, the days that followed, you forced yourself a little to act normal, until everything was 'normal' for your mind.

All for the sake of your job and relationship.

Well, you could say that everything was fine and as before.

Except that by the 'as before', it had become somewhat distorted.

In a way, they stay attentive and worried, or so you said to yourself.

But like that in a way, you felt like they had become more bossy, so to speak.

But that's what they behaved for you.

You couldn't tell if it was how they behaved or you were just getting a little fed up with the most basic things, you have to plan and do.

I mean, you were both of them's assistant, but not the housekeeper. 

Despite your efforts to act normal, there was a growing sense of irritation and frustration within you.

The lines between assistant and housekeeper often blurred, and it felt like they expected you to take on more than what was expected of your role.

Still, you tried to be understandable, you knew that their work wasn't the easiest and funniest ever. 

You tried your best to push these feelings aside, but it was becoming harder and harder. 

Days turned into weeks, and the strain on your nerves continued.

The tasks they asked you for went beyond what was reasonable for an assistant.

Your own responsibilities seemed to take a backseat, replaced by their demands and needs.

You felt overlooked and unappreciated, like your efforts and contributions were taken for granted.

Each time you tried to bring up your concerns, they brushed them off, assuring you that they were just being "busy" with work.

Or as they used to say, "by chance" they always did something together that kept them busy. 

The sense of imbalance in the relationship continued to weigh on you, eroding your patience and confidence. 

It became harder to ignore the frustration that gnawed at the pit of your stomach.

You felt like you were walking on eggshells, always trying to please them and meet their expectations.

But no matter how much you tried, it never seemed like enough.

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Daily chores he was so use to doing on his own felt like they took so much longer when you were in a walking boot...Hamish discovered that very quickly. Skylar's belly was getting very large and round now, and Hamish had insisted that he do most of the outside jobs. Of course, Skylar being the stubborn girl she was still insisted on helping wherever she could. Hamish had appointed himself with the bigger jobs, such as cutting down trees, and pushing wheelbarrow loads of wood back and forth so they would have wood for the fire.

But finally they had finished their day’s work. Hamish had started a fire, they were fed and showered and now had until they were too tired to stay awake just to spend with each other. Hamish sat down on the couch and curled around Skylar, leaning on her slightly to get as close to her as possible.

At thirty weeks along, Skylar was fairly massive. She’d already gotten comments in town along the lines of ‘When are you due?’ and ‘You look ready to pop!’ much to her mild annoyance. She had another ten weeks- probably between eight and ten, if she was lucky- before Bella would make her way into the world.

However, her belly wasn’t the only thing that had grown. Her breasts had too- and they’d recently filled up. She’d spent the majority of the past several days dealing with pressure building up. Her breasts just didn’t leak enough to let the pressure out- so they were sore to the touch with as swollen as they were. It had made doing outside chores something akin to hell, and Skylar had been hard pressed to keep up her chipper attitude, lest she worry her fiancé, as he was prone to fits of worrying if he thought something was wrong with her and Bella.

So, when Hamish cuddled into her and put pressure onto her chest by leaning on her even just the slightest, her face pinched into a pained grimace, and she lightly planted her hand against his chest to ease him off her a little bit. Sweet relief. “Ah… Not on me t’night, please. M’ real sore, Haz.” Skylar looked a bit guilty- she enjoyed having him close, but she was just… hellishly sore.

Hamish sat up and looked down at her. "I'm sorry Sky…" His eyes traveled down to her breasts; they really where huge. He pouted. "Are they sore?" He asked, shifting and tucking one of his legs under himself on the couch, one of his hands resting on her thighs, rubbing gently.

She tucks her chin slightly towards her chest, and then gives a small nod as she spies his pout. Skylar really did feel bad about making him move. They usually cuddled at night, but she was just so… full. “’S okay, Haz.” She offers him a lopsided smile. “Yeah. They’re real sore. And, uh… Full, I guess. Real full.” She rubs a hand down her middle, feeling Bella twist and turn, and lifts her chin again with a soft sigh. “I don’t mind ya cuddlin’ up t’ me, but try not to squish on m’ breasts tonight, okay?”

Hamish watched her breasts for a moment. "Is there anything I can do… to make them feel better?" He asked, his cheeks flushing slightly.

Skylar’s cheeks took on a similar tinge, and she nodded slowly. “Well… I suppose there is, ‘f ya want t’ help me let off some pressure. I wouldn’t mind… but tha’s only ‘f it wouldn’t make ya uncomfortable.” Well, her face was roughly turning the color of her ecto body.

Hamish's interest was perked. "If it makes you feel more comfortable, then I'll do it." He said happily, waiting for Skylar to give him instruction.

Her face got even bluer, and she scrubbed a hand down her cheek. Her eye lights glimmered at him faintly, and she pursed her lips for a moment, before nodding. “Okay… Okay… So, uh… I don’t… know how t’ do manual outputting,” or she’d have done that already. She needed to look up the method, really. “But, uh… you could…” Her voice trailed off. God damn, this was flustering her to mention it. “You know… Use your… mouth…”

Hamish's face turned bright red. He looked down at her breasts again and bit his tongue between his teeth, nodding. He shifted forward and pushed her shirt up, over her head.

She lifted her arms to help him, and momentarily had to struggle as her shirt tangled with her horns. They didn’t, unfortunately, make a lot of button up maternity shirts, so she had to make due with stuff that pulled over. Usually it involved a lot of awkward fiddling in the morning with his help.

Still, they got the shirt off, and that left Skylar sitting topless before him. She didn’t have a bra on- she never wore one before bed, or to bed- so her breasts were heavy and full, resting atop her belly. Bella’s kicks were visible as she squirmed and rolled in her bared middle, ever the active baby. Skylar lifted a hand to brush over her belly, and then to cradle one of her breasts. Her areolas were dark and large, nipples swollen and perky. One of them beaded with liquid at her touch.

“If… you’re not comfortable doin’ this, ya don’t gotta.” Skylar reminds him gently, and shifts to face him better. Thankfully, the couch was wide. They had plenty of space for him to curl up with her. Not as much as they did on the bed, but enough for them to make it work.

He licked his lips, watching her breasts. They were beautiful. He leaned down towards the breast she held and swirled his tongue around the nipple, testing her reaction and the taste. It actually wasn't that bad.

Skylar shivered as his tongue swirled over her nipple, a soft gasp tugging from her. It felt… Nice. It definitely felt nicer than her hand on her breast did, that was for sure. She relaxed a little into the arm of the couch, free hand lifting up to stroke over his bare skull as a blush tinged her cheeks. The faint brush of his beard felt strange on her sensitive breasts too, but she didn’t mind the sensation.

The taste likely would change as she got closer to having Bella- as her colostrum came in, and her milk after that settled in, it likely would taste very different.

Hamish, being mindful of his teeth because the last thing he wanted to do was make Skylar more uncomfortable, opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Skylar’s nipple and gave a few soft experimental suckles.

The first few pulls didn’t produce much, and made her eye lights shiver. It wasn’t comfortable exactly- but after a few suckles, the initial discomfort faded, and relief eased into her expression as his suckles finally produced something substantial. An adult sized sucking reflex drew more than an infants did- and boy, did it feel better as the pressure started to let off. “Mmm…” A pleased murmur left her, and by reflex her hand came to cradle his skull, sockets coming to rest at half-mast as she relaxed.

Hamish's cheeks where bright red. He cuddled close to her to get at her breast, his own eyes closing as he relaxed. There was a very distant but familiar comfort in the action of breastfeeding.

She welcomed him close, cuddling him flush to her bare middle, and let him suckle to his hearts content. Each pull of his mouth brought a lot of relief to her, and it seemed that it also helped him relax too. Skylar rubbed her hand along his skull, a peaceful feeling trickling over her, and began to hum a soft tune for the both of them.

Hamish listened to Skylar's humming, fighting back a smirk. Her mothering instincts where kicking in because of this, and it was adorable to him. He kept his lips around her nipple, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the sweet but watery liquid.

Her breast grew lighter, the weight not as substantial as he drained her first one dry. The soft humming didn’t stop, though her strokes to his skull eased down to cradling the back of his neck. She rubbed her thumb gently along the base of his skull, eye lights watching him tenderly. Her first breast felt a lot better, the skin still sore and tender, but the pressure nearly gone with what he’d drank from her. She couldn’t help the soft rumbling in her chest, the pleased, slightly more bestial, motherly sound as she cradled her fiancé close. It was, no doubt, something from her father’s side.

A small cramp eased through her middle, making Bella fall still in response to it.

When the flow of milk lessened Hamish pulled away, he licked his lips then looked down at the swell that was their baby girl. Hamish kissed Skylar’s belly. "Bella~" he cooed.

It took a few seconds for her to respond, in which time the flesh of Skylar’s belly had to soften a little bit from the cramp that had rolled through it. Breast feeding, Skylar knew, brought on small contractions of the uterus- and they could be uncomfortable. That one hadn’t been too bad- but Bella hadn’t liked it.

And the foot that booted Hamish in the mouth once her home had relaxed let him know that.

Skylar laughed, face flushing, and she covered her cheek with the hand that had held her breast. It was noticeably smaller than the other one, and hurt much less. “My goodness… Well, tha’ one feels a lot better,” She beams. “It wasn’t too horrible, right?”

Hamish let out a laugh too when he was kicked; that was his strong little girl. "It actually wasn't bad at all." He glanced away for a moment. "Would you… Like me to do the other one?" He asked.

“I… wouldn’t mind.” She gives him a shy smile, and rubs her middle quietly. “Only if you want to, though.” Skylar would be a bit lopsided if he didn’t, but she could probably excuse herself to the bathroom to try and figure out how to manually get rid of all of it. There had to be a way- maybe it was like milking a cow? Though… much more gently, she’d imagine. “Unless you’re full?” Skylar’s eye lights trailed down over him, and she lifted a brow at him teasingly.

Hamish's face turned redder and he moved around to her other side so he wouldn't be laying over her belly. He kissed her nipple before taking her breast into his mouth.

Again, his beard tickled her breast, but in a good way. She stroked her fingers gently over his skull and tugged him close, tucking him flush to her bared middle. “Don’t drink too much n’ upset your stomach just t’ make me comfortable, sweetheart,” Skylar murmured affectionately to him, a soft sound leaving her as her nipple tingled pleasantly. Soon, her breast would be emptier, and much less sore.

Hamish hummed happily, filling his mouth with the sweet milk before gulping it down. He cuddled her as he drank.

The humming made her laugh, because it tickled her breast, and she cuddled him as close as she could. Her breast began to sting less as he drained her, guzzling mouthful after mouthful and emptying her quickly. Her relief was palpable on her face, and she couldn’t stop the pleased rumbling from bubbling forth again. “I love you, Hamish,” she murmurs softly as she strokes his skull.

Hamish's eyes opened slightly so he could look up at her, love and admiration obvious in his eyes.

She stroked her fingers gently over his cheekbone, cupping his face tenderly as he nursed. It was obvious to Skylar that he loved her too, and that made her soul thrum happily in her chest, and Bella squirm excitedly in her belly. The tug and pull of each of his sucks was nice, and her sockets rested at half mast again, brows lowering into a relaxed position, content and at ease as she was.

The flow slowed down eventually, and he pulled away, wiping his hand over his mouth. His face was still flushed, but he wasn't going to lie; that had felt really good. He felt warm and full. He nuzzled against Skylar.

Skylar nuzzled him too, rubbing her skull gently to his and turning slightly so he could cuddle up to her if he wanted to. She felt empty and less heavy, which was good. Her breasts were still a little sensitive, but it wasn’t to the point that her own breath was making them hurt anymore.

She smiled at him, and stroked his cheek affectionately. “How do ya feel?” She purrs to him.

He cuddled against her, practically curling around her belly. "So good." He cooed. "Do you feel better?" He asked.

“Loads better.” She nods, and nuzzles against him. “Still tender, but not so tight. Feels so, so much better.” Skylar presses a soft kiss to his chin, and peers up at him lovingly. “M’ glad ya feel good. That was really relaxin’,”

Hamish nodded and rubbed his hand over Skylar's belly. He smiled happily when he saw small bumps in the ecto-flesh when Bella stretched out and moved.

Their little girl was stretching indeed, reclaiming space that the small cramps had taken from her.

Skylar grunted softly when she nailed her in the ribs, breath whooshing out of her. Ten weeks of development had given their little girl a lot of practice with kicking- and she was particularly fond of winding Skylar when she least expected it. “Someone’s upset,” she chuckles gently. “Doesn’t like th’ cramps I had.”

Hamish chuckled and pressed his fingers again the swollen mound, massaging Bella through Skylar's stomach.

Bella kicked up a fuss- literally- for a little while longer, until the massaging from her father began to calm her. She settled down low in Skylar’s belly, and pressed her little feet upwards, simply sticking them out as she stretched.

They made an imprint through the skin on Skylar’s belly, and she smiled despite the slightly uncomfortable feeling, tapping one of Bella’s little feet with her finger. “Look at her lil’ foot… Pretty sure she’s gonna have your feet, Haz.”

Hamish grinned at the imprint, he rubbed the little bump gently. "Daddy loves you Bella."

“I can’t wait to see her,” Skylar smiled, watching as Bella stretched a bit further, before tucking her legs in. Her middle went still as their little girl settled down. “We’ve got ten more weeks until we get to see her.” She cracks a crooked grin. “We’re runnin’ out o’ time t’ get everything ready for her. Still need a crib, changing table...”

Hamish chuckled. "You don't have to worry about those two things." He said, his voice soft. "What to you think Ava and I have been tinkering on when we visit him and Lola?" He moved his eyes up from Skylar's stomach to look into her eyes.

Her mouth popped open, surprise flooding her face, and she blinked at him. “Wha- really? Ya both have been makin’ cribs n’ changin’ tables?” She figured they were also making a set for Lola and Ava too. She laughs faintly, hand trailing from her bare breast up to her forehead as she leans her skull back. “Oh my goodness- I feel really, really dumb for not noticin’ tha’ ya were up t’ somethin’. Tha’s why th’ both o’ ya spend so much time in his garage while Lola and I gab?”

Hamish chuckled and nodded. "We weren’t just hiding out there for beers and smokes, and to avoid being embarrassed by how open you two are. We were being productive... we wanted to surprise you both."

Skylar felt her eyes welling with tears, and blinked rapidly in an effort to hold them at bay. It was no help though- they fell anyways, thick globs dribbling down her cheeks as she sniffled. Damn hormones- she got too happy, and she cried, she got too sad, and she cried. “I’m… I’m very surprised, n’ very happy too.” She sniffled. “That’s… That’s jus’ amazin’, Haz. I wasn’t expectin’ ya t’ do that at all.”

His smile never faded. "I couldn't let you do all the hard work." He said, patting her belly gently.

Hamish got no warning before she leaned up and looped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Skylar scrubbed her sockets on his shoulder, careful of her horns as she pressed her half naked self to him firmly, even if it stung her breasts a little bit. “Ya silly fella- ya gonna have y’ work cut out for ya when ya become a dad. But thank ya. I can’t wait t’ see ‘m when they’re finished.”

His smile grew bigger. "They are finished. Remember the day I told ya Ava wanted to borrow my chain saw? You where feelin’ slightly crook and wanted to stay in bed, I drove down and picked ‘em up... been keeping them in the barn waiting for the right time to show you."

She nuzzled his shoulder, and lightly nudged his skull with the rounded curve of one of her horns. “Ya sneaky lil’ cowboy,” Skylar sniffles, and then leans back to look at him. “I love ya t’ death, y’know that? Well… Cats out o’ th’ bag… Can I see ‘m before we settle down for bed?”

He nodded and helped her up. "You wanna put your shirt back on?" He asked, holding it out to her.

She definitely needed the help up- Skylar was now at the point where if she got too comfortable, the couch, or the bed, did not like to allow her to get upright again. "Yes please." She took it, and went to slip it on- and proceeded to grumble as her horn slipped right through the arm hole instead of the head hole. “Damn it.” She huffs, flailing her arm up through the maternity shirt to try and get it dislodged. “I really wish they made comfortable maternity shirts with buttons.” They didn’t, unfortunately, make maternity flannels. Not that she’d seen, anyways- and just buying the super, super plus sized ones just made her feel fat. The few maternity shirts she’d tried on with buttons had the buttons pressing into her belly, and it certainly hadn’t felt good.

As she stretched upwards, flailing to fix her shirt and her horn and get them disentangled, it displayed the small collection of stretch marks usually hidden under her belly’s shadow.

Hamish smiled, slightly amused and guided the shirt over her horns. He kissed her nose where her face appeared through the collar of her shirt. He took her hand and walked to the door, pulling on his boots, nudging hers over to her feet.

Skylar had smiled once he helped her, and had laughed softly as he kissed her nasal ridge, and then easily followed him to the door. Getting her boots on was a balancing act, though- she hadn’t been able to see her feet in weeks. Once she located the boots with her feet, she leaned a little onto Hamish’s hand, and used the wall to counterbalance, and then stepped into the first boot. The second boot swiftly followed as she shimmied her slightly sore feet into them, and gave him a grin. “Alright, sugar. Lead th’ way. Ah- probably need a light. ‘S dark outside, n’ it’d be bad for either o’ us t’ fall in any holes.”

Hamish nodded and turned finding a torch and flicking it on. He opened the door and pointed it outside. He held Skylar’s hand and walked out with her over to the barn. He flicked the barn light on, the horses snorted at him, flicking their ears back. He made hushing sounds at them and walked over to an empty stall, pulling it open. He dragged a plastic tarp off the handmade crib and change table.

Skylar stopped long enough to give Mel a soft pet on the nose, but was otherwise right behind Hamish. When he pulled the tarp off, her eye lights got huge, and she waddled closer, fingers sliding out to gently brush over the fine woodwork, and nicely done carvings along the sides. She was, at first, speechless, because they were absolutely beautiful. They weren’t something you could find at a store- these were sturdy, built to last through several, several children…

And Skylar loved them.

Her eyes welled with happy tears again, and she sniffed, quietly holding her arms out for him to come closer. “They’re beautiful, Hamish.”

Hamish stepped into her arms, cuddling her close. He pointed to the crib. "Ava made up the specs for his first, when we were working on our I remembered you saying multiples ran in the family, so the bed space in here is wider than the design he drew up… so if we had multiples… they could all fit comfortably in here." He explained.

She snuggled into his side with a sniffle and nodded, looking to where he pointed. The smile on her face was almost painful, and she nuzzled into his shoulder. “I thought ‘t looked a little wide for a single sleeper crib. It’s perfect, Haz. You really did think o’ everythin’.” Keeping one hand on around his side, she dropped the other down to her middle as Bella kicked. “H-heh. I think she knows we’re lookin’ at her future bed. She jus’ kicked.” She had been settled to sleep earlier. “It’s not out o’ th’ world o’ possibilities for us t’ have twins probably.” She smiles warmly. “Looks like it’ll definitely be able t’ hold at least two.”

Hamish chuckled. "I measured it roughly big enough for three... juuust in case." He kissed Skylar’s skull. "I'll be real impressed with myself if I can get three in you."

She can’t help the giggling hiccup that escapes her as he kisses her skull. Skylar nuzzles him softly. “Well, it’s possible. My brothers are triplets after all, n’ I do share their genetics.” She peers up at him with a lopsided smile. “Probably have n’ easier time o’ carryin’ triplets than Ma’ did. Did I ever tell ya tha’ my brothers were born at twenty five weeks?”

"Fuck… that musta been stressful." He said. They had only just recently passed 25 weeks; He couldn't even imagine Bella being born now. Ss much as he wanted her in his arms, to see her… it was too small. He wanted her to be rightly cooked.

“It was.” Skylar nods softly, and nuzzles his shoulder. “They were in Neonatal care for a long, long time, and Ma was ‘n the intensive care unit for a long time too. She had a lot o’ complications- but she was forty-two when she had them, n’ a lot smaller n’ more petite than I am. It was pretty scary for a while there. M’ brothers were really, really small. I got t’ see them, once they were stable. They were… I dunno, maybe a couple hands long? I was a twelve then, so I was a lil’ bit smaller.” She strokes a finger lightly over the carvings on the crib as she ponders her memories. “I mean, they grew up t’ be healthy- though Thomas gets sick real easy, n’ neither of their bones are ‘s sturdy as mine are. But… yeah. Triplets come early. Just not that early. So tha’s somethin’ ya should know, incase we have a set f’r ourselves.”

He cuddled against her. "I'll keep you, and our babies safe Sky." He whispered. He turned and reached up, wrapping his hands gently around the base of her horns and used them to angle her head back slightly, pressing his mouth over hers.

Skylar melted into him as he tilted her head back using the sensitive bases of her horns, and looped both arms around him gingerly as she met his kiss. Her lips pressed gently to his, prehensile prong shapes soft as she worked her mouth sweetly against his own. She couldn’t face him straight on anymore, because of her belly, but she could twist to the side- so that’s what she did. “I know ya will.” She murmurs softly against his lips. She’d protect him and their children too- because he was one of the best damn things to ever happen to her. “But, sometimes ya can’t stop everythin’ from happening.” Case in point being the bee sting.

He pouted against her lips. "I'll do my damned best to stop things like that happening again." He promised, rubbing his hand over her belly.

He curled his arm around her and walked back to the house. "Now you've seen them, I'll move them into the house tomorrow." He decided. He helped her up the steps of the porch and then opened the door for her, following her inside. He kicked off his boot, and then yawned.

Skylar took a moment to shimmy out of her boots as well, and paused once she was barefooted to rub her fingers lightly into her lower back. Back cramps were a plague. But, the warmth of their bed would help soothe them. “Ya know,” She hums to him lightly, “We’re gonna have t’ expand the house ‘f we want more kids after Bella. We’ve only got one spare guest room.” Which was soon going to become the nursery, and later Bella’s bedroom.

Hamish hummed to himself. She was right. "Maybe Avacardo and Lola will have to come and spend a few weeks with us so he an I can do some reno's together." He said, tugging his shirt over his head as he entered their bedroom.

She waddled after him and nodded lightly. “Might be a good idea, yeah. We’ll have t’ ask n’ see if they’ll mind.” She smiles as he strips off his shirt, and reaches out to teasingly grab a handful of his backside, before stripping off her own shirt with an innocent grin. It managed to not get tangled on her horn, which was a bonus. “Lola n’ I can watch the babies together and handle things around th’ farm while th’ both of ya build. O’ course, if ya need help, we can. As I said, I can hold th’ boards, but m’ rubbish with building itself.”

She slid her fingers into her pants, and started to shimmy those down too, leaving her in just her panties, which was bare enough for cuddling in.

Hamish grinned. He enjoyed having Avacardo around. The two of them got a long really well, the idea of having him come and live with them for a short time to add on to his house sounded exciting. He kicked off his pants, leaving himself in his own underwear and pulled back the covers, sliding into the bed. He sighed happily.

Skylar wasn’t far behind him, though she was a little less graceful in getting into bed. She eased down though, and carefully shifted onto her side as laying on her back compressed her lungs. And laying on her back generally upset Bella, and left her legs numb and asleep come morning. She took a moment to tuck one of the extra pillows between her thighs, and then sighed, content, and peered over at her fiancé with an adoring expression as she tugged the covers back up and over herself. “Ya ready t’ sleep, Haz?”

Hamish nodded and laid down next to her, looking over her. The pregnancy glow looked beautiful on her, and he couldn't help staring at her silently for a while as they lay together.

Like with all skeletons, the ectoplasm that made up their bodies tended to glow a little in the dark- however, pregnancy made it glow brighter, so, in a sense, it was a literal pregnancy glow. Skylar flushed a little bit as she noticed his staring, and propped her cheek into her hand as she peered back at him. “What’cha starin’ at?”

Hamish blinked and smiled. "You're just...heh, so beautiful… How did an old farmer like me get so lucky?" He sighed almost dreamily.

“I could say th’ same thing, sugar.” She smiled lopsidedly, and scooted closer, so she could brush her feet against his. Skylar sighed, content, and gave him a loving look as she nuzzled her skull into her pillow. Her horns briefly bumped the headboard. “Never thought I’d land a man ‘s handsome an’ caring as you, Haz- but here I am, n’ I’m havin’ your baby, n’ gonna marry you. Luck works in mysterious ways. Good things come t’ those who wait.”

His mouth quirked up. He loved the cute and playfulness of her brushing her feet against his legs. He moved to lean over her slightly, so he could kiss her again. His cheeks tinted with color slightly.

She lifted her hand to cup his jaw, and brushed her toes against his shins, pressing a soft, tender kiss to his mouth as she did so. She spied his blush, and winked at him, a warm glimmer in her eye lights. Oh Skylar knew very well how much he enjoyed feet. Hers were sore, and he was warm, and it just felt nice to touch him- and a double bonus of teasing him too made it all the better.