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Stiles stood by the front door with Liam's coffee ready for him. Liam grabbed his keys from the hook, shoving them in the pocket of his pants. "Here is your coffee." Stiles said, holding out the container. Liam accepted the container "Thanks." Stiles nodded. How he has missed going to work with Liam. "Do you have your lunch?" Stiles reminds. Liam nodded towards the coffee table. "Yes, thank you Stiles." Stiles nodded "I was thinking meatloaf for dinner tonight." "Cook whatever you can Stiles. Do not overwork yourself." Liam replied. Stiles humped. "You look cute when you pout." Liam teased. Stiles chuckles.
"I have everything." Liam patted his pockets. He turned around, looking for anything he might have missed, which seemed like nothing. "Awesome."
He walked to Stiles, who was still standing there with his coffee. Stiles handed out his coffee, which he took happily. "Thanks." Liam accepted. In a gulp, Liam drank half of his coffee. "You make coffee just right." Liam awed. Stiles rolls his eyes "Is that you flirting with me?" Liam wiggles his eyebrows "And if it was?" Stiles patted his chest "Better work on your game." Liam suddenly pulled Stiles closer to him "Good thing I have you already." Stiles kissed Liam's lips "Good thing."
Their hourly clock, that has a bird for every hour rang out. It was eight! "You will be late Liam!" Stiles stresses. "I am married to the sheriffs son, remember?" Liam teased. Stiles smirked. "And besides, I have not said bye to my mister."
Stiles lifted up his sleeping shirt, showing his eight and a half pregnant bump. Liam's hand moves to his underbelly, his hand cupping there. "Where is he Stiles?" Liam questioned. "He is sleeping. He has grown out of room." "You have less than three weeks Stiles." Liam tries. Stiles exhaled "I know." "Do not strain yourself today. I'll call during lunch." Liam says. "Okay. Love you." "Love you. And you too mister." Liam kissed Stiles lips once again.
Stiles watched as Liam drove out from their driveway.
"What should we do today?" Stiles asks his bump. His son slightly kicked. Stiles exhaled "Nobody wants to talk to me today. Guess it is a YouTube day."
Stiles propped himself in bed with all the pillows, as his laptop was positioned on his bump. Licorice to his side, and mashed potatoes from last night to his other side. Both were drenched in gravy.
He watched as his curser was flashing, waiting for him for type something in.
Slowly, Stiles typed in pregnancy. Then pressed enter.
Video after video popped up.
Stiles scrolled through the videos, nothing really attracting him to that video.
