Michael pulled his jeans up, but when he tried to button them, he couldn't get them to close. "No.no.no.no!" He cried. He hated the feeling of his round belly, he was 3 months pregnant with triplets so he had a fairly round bump already. He felt a few things, fat, ugly, disgusting, insecure. He wanted to scream, but laid on his back on the floor instead, crying. "Mikey, what's wrong?" Ashton asked the platinum blonde, "I'm fat." He whimpered and Ashton sat the crying boy up. "You're not fat, not even close to it. You're pregnant, every pregnant person gets a baby belly because the baby or babies are growing. It's a good thing to have a belly like this." Ashton cooed and placed his and Michael's hands on Michael's belly, little thumps hitting both of their hands. "See." He smiled and pecked Michael's lips.
