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Alfred looked at his lover from across the table. Arthur was 5 months pregnant and had barely anything to show for it, his tummy being a barely perceptible bump. No one could even tell he was pregnant and he was quite skinny besides, which was probably the cause. His baby wasn't getting anything to eat! Just now they were having dinner, and Arthur had only eaten about half of his plate, already pushing it away and getting up to go do something else. Alfred frowned over at him.

"You barely touched your food," he said, the consternation clear on his face.

"Mm, yes, I had a big lunch and I'm full," he said, taking his plate into the kitchen and scraping the remains into the trash before loading the dish into the dishwasher. "Not to mention my show will be on soon, you know how long I've been waiting to watch." He headed into the living room to watch TV, leaving Alfred to sit and stew in this dilemma all on his own in the dining room. Weren't pregnant people usually ridiculously hungry and into like, super weird cravings? Shouldn't Arthur be doing that? He got up to find Arthur sitting on the couch, absently rubbing at his tiny baby bump, feeling the little kicks against his hand. Alfred grabbed the remote and paused the TV, Arthur looking up at him with a scowl.

What the fuck are you doing? I'm watching this," he said, miffed that Alfred was interrupting him.
"We can record it for you to watch later, there's something I gotta talk to you about," Alfred said, sitting on the couch next to Arthur, who seemed concerned now about the seriousness in Alfred's tone.

"I'm a little afraid you aren't getting enough to eat and that's why our baby's so small," Alfred said, and Arthur's hand reflexively went to the small bump. "Aren't most people who get pregnant bigger by this point? How come you're so tiny? And you don't eat very much."

Arthur bit his lip. He hadn't been eating much, and he had to admit he was still very tiny. He sighed and leaned against Alfred. "You're right, love. I get so worked up in all of these other things that sometimes I just...forget. If you'd like, I can have something else right now, and you'll have to begin reminding me to eat more."

Alfred smiled at him. At least Arthur was being understanding. "I have a better idea! C'mon, get in the car, let me surprise you," he offered, taking Arthur's hand to help him up and out to the car.

"Where are we going?" Arthur asked as Alfred climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. He seemed excited about it, which would prove exciting for Arthur too most likely, for better or for worse.

"You'll see!" Alfred said as he drove along, eventually pulling into the parking lot of his favorite buffet. "Here! This way you can have a whole lot for pretty cheap!"

Arthur got out of the car, thinking about the other's decision. "I suppose. Don't expect me to have too much though, I'm still not that hungry right now.

Alfred nodded and got the two of them seated, waiting for their drinks and kissing Arthur on the cheek. "You just tell me what you want, I'll go get it for you so you can relax."

Arthur looked over the options at the buffet. "Hmmm...I could have some of that fried chicken over there. And some mashed potatoes." Alfred nodded and got up, loading the plate up and heading back over to give Arthur his food.

Arthur dug into it slowly at first, and then remembered how lovely the food here truly was. His fingers and lips were greasy from the chicken, but he couldn't bring himself to care quite yet, not when he had things to eat and a baby to feed. He quickly licked the bones from the chicken clean before digging in to his potatoes, nice and smothered with gravy, as Alfred got up to prepare a second plate. It was wonderful, really, as Arthur ate he realized he was hungrier than he thought, and when Alfred returned with another plate loaded with food he was grateful that he didn't have to take a break.

He gave Alfred a brief smile before stuffing more food into his mouth, his baby kicking happily as it was fed, his stomach stretching underneath his sweater vest as he filled it with greasy, heavy foods. He leaned back once the plate was clean, moving to unbutton his pants.

"Mm," he groaned under his breath, looking over at Alfred. He felt full, yes, but he wanted to keep eating, it made Alfred and his child so happy! "Another," he asked, Alfred's eyes widening in surprise.

"You seriously want more? You look like you're about to explode," Alfred said, a note of intrigue in his voice as he looked down at the other's cutely rounded stomach. He felt a swell of pride as he thought of how he could provide this to the man bearing his child, how he could stuff his needy little boyfriend to his heart's content.

Arthur nodded. "One more plate of dinner and then cake for dessert," he said, his hands rubbing his tight little tummy in smooth circles. Alfred nodded and got up, filling another plate for Arthur and setting it down in front of him. Arthur wasted no time in starting in on his third plate of food, eating it slower due to the fact that he was growing very full. Alfred's hand found Arthur's slowly expanding stomach, feeling it grow and tighten under his palm as Arthur ate and ate, moaning quietly at the feeling of being so full and still eating more. He pushed another empty plate away, looking at Alfred.

"Cake?" he asked, practically gasping for breath, leaning back against the booth. Alfred vaguely wondered how he was going to walk out to the car after eating so much but brought the cake anyway, Arthur managing to look at it hungrily.

"Please feed it to me, I'm so tired," he said, looking over at his lover. Alfred nodded, feeding him slowly so he could make himself more comfortable, his stomach aching with fullness and with energetic little kicks from the life growing inside him. He ate until his slice of cake was finished and then he gagged once, his body finally stopping him from letting any more food enter it. His stomach was rounder in his lap and Alfred laughed.

"Goddamn, if you didn't look pregnant before you do now," he said, and Arthur managed the angriest look he could.

"Shut up. Help me to the car," he said, and Alfred did, letting Arthur lean heavily on him as he stumbled out and sat in the seat, cradling his aching stomach.

"You're gonna have to carry me inside, how could you let me do this to myself," he said with an unhappy groan.

Alfred just laughed. "Yeah yeah." He smiled, wondering how easy it would be to get Arthur to do the same thing tomorrow.