Take responsibility

Part 20

Although he had kissed Arthit several times, and each of them was all fierce french kisses that usually made the other party gasped for air, Kongpob felt that a simple and pure kiss that Arthit just gave him was the most precious reward he had ever received.

Not counting the night at the club, where Arthit was very open as he fought a fierce battle with him using his tongue, ever since their first meeting in person, he had been hiding whenever he could, escaping at every possible moment. Arthit had never given himself a chance to perform, let alone having intimate contact!

It had been great progress for them to reach this step!

Kongpob, who was full of happiness, wanted a foot when he only won an inch. "Can I... sleep with..." you at night...

Before he could even finish his sentence, Arthit understood Kongpob's intention just by seeing the expression on his face and unhesitatingly said: "No!"

Kongpob was instantly splashed with cold water. He shrugged his head and whispered an "oh". His voice was dejected and in a dispirited tone as he said, "Okay then."

When Arthit saw his disappointed face and felt, somewhat against his conscience. He then added, "The room is well furnished."

Kongpob's eyes instantly lit up: "Really?"

"Emm!!!" Arthit nodded. He went up and picked up a set of small clothes and discussed with Kongpob, "Do you think that little babies can wear clothes with size this big?"

Kongpob followed up enthusiastically and said, "It should be possible. I heard that babies grew very fast that their stature is changing almost every day. If the clothes are too small, they will soon be unable to wear them."

"Really?" Arthit tilted his head and compared the little clothes in his hand. "I've never seen a newborn child grow up, so I'm not very clear. Have you seen one before?"

"I haven't really seen one in person, I just heard about it somewhere." Kongpob took the baby clothes from Arthit's hand and half crouched down.

He compared it to Arthit's abdomen and laughed, "Arthit, our baby is only about four months old, and your belly is already so big, the baby would certainly be very strong! He will surely be able to wear these clothes.!"

Arthit, however, curled his lips in a reluctant manner: "I don't want him to grow too big, as it would only make be very difficult to give birth to him. Seems like the next few months will be very hard..."

He sighed and caressed his round belly gently. "But he is still growing so fast to the point that I couldn't sleep for several nights because of him."

"Ah? Really? Sit down, I'll have a talk with him and ask him to be more honest in the future, so you won't have to suffer anymore!"

Kongpob put the little clothes aside and supported Arthit to sit on the bed. He acted as a pillow and let Arthit lean back slightly on his shoulder so that he would not press down on his stomach.

"Even if you talk to him, he wouldn't necessarily listen to you!" Arthit held his stomach as if he was feeling wronged, complaining in a helpless manner.

"Sometimes I would feel that my stomach will burst at any moment because of its excessive swelling."

"Are you sure that it is only swelling? Does it hurt?" Kongpob also placed his hands on it.

Sure enough, he felt that Arthit's belly was stretched taut. The muscles around it were so tense that even when it was pressed gently, it still felt hard as if the little life inside was fighting against him.