Mew's hardships in order to cater to his pregnant husband's demands.
Mpreg, duh.
This will be OC. Oneshots.
1. There is no specific timeline.
There will be times when Gulf will be 5 months pregnant, or just got pregnant, or just gave birth.
2. The...
[AN: First of all, I'm sorry for what you will read. As if this whole ff isn't crazy enough...]
11: Roast Dinner
Gulf sat on the sofa with a very bored expression on his face. His boyfriend was out hunting for lunch for a few hours now. He received a good 'ol rub on the forehead which extended to several pats on his bumbum – just how he likes it.
A second after, Mew came strutting in and placed a bird at his feet, feeling proud.
"Oh my goodness Mew did you catch that?" Tong asked.
"A bird?! Where did he get that?" Becky exclaimed.
They watched as Mew pawed the bird towards Gulf like an offering. He chased from tree to tree just to follow the little bird.
But Gulf wasn't impressed. He looked at it coldly, stepped on it with his furry paws and the bird – who was pretending to be dead – jumped around before flapping its wings and flying out of the room.
"Ah, it escaped." Becky said.
"Aw, poor Mew. Looks like Gulf didn't like it. Hey wait!" Tong said.
For Gulf had swatted Mew's face and hissed at him.
"What a feisty little cat." Tong shook his head.
"Your pets, P'Tong?" Mild asked.
"Only Mew. This guy here just welcomed himself in our living room one night, and he's been visiting since. We named him Gulf. Mew has taken a liking to him and keeps bringing presents to offer to him. Gulf is a picky cat though."
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"He's not picky, he's cute." Mew growled. "But what does picky mean?"
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