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(y/n) watched with a furrowed brow as her husband stripped off his clothes, leaving only his underwear on, and walked into the bathroom. He had been doing this for the past couple of days and it was strange, every time he left the bathroom he had a depressed expression on his face. Whenever she brought it up it seemed to have gotten worse and he still didn't say anything to what caused it. But tonight, she was going to find out what was wrong.
As soon as he disappeared around the corner (y/n) pulled herself out of the bed. Cursing her pregnant belly from making such a simple act like getting up extremely hard. Once she was finally on her feet she walked towards the bathroom and slowly pushed the door open.
She saw Alfred, he was standing on the scale weighing himself, grumbling to himself about something. Realization dawned on (y/n) as she realized what the problem was. Alfred was having another one of his weight phases. Every now and then he would do this, and she had tried to get rid of the scale in the bathrooms, but she took one out of storage to check up on her weight during her pregnancy. She probably forgot to hide it, or put it away during the times she used it and Al must've been tempted to see his own weight.
"Al." She called out, catching the blond's attention.
"Hey." He jumped off the scale and walked over to her, "You should be in bed."
"Your not gaining weight." She said, placing a hand on his arm.
His expression changed to one of a kicked puppy, "You haven't seen the numbers."
(y/n) rolled her eyes and moved her hand higher, to his biceps. She squeezed them, feeling the hard muscle beneath. "This is not fat, you are getting more muscle."
"What?" He looked genuinely confused.
"Oh my god Al, have you looked at yourself in the mirror recently!" (y/n) laughed, "You are muscular! You haven't gotten fatter, but stronger."
A large grin flashed across his face, "I guess your right, a hero like me would be getting more stronger!"
(y/n) couldn't help but smile at him in return, "If anyone gained weight, it's me."
"Nah, you look sexy as ever, and when you're carting my little baby around in that stomach of yours, of course you are gonna catch some extra pounds." He said, patting her on the shoulder. (y/n) felt her eye twitch, if she didn't know that this man didn't know when to shut his face for most of the time, she would've beaten him senseless for that remark. Thought his time he seemed to have realized what he said wasn't the right thing. "Babe." His hand slid to cup her cheek, while the other wrapped around her waist. (e/c) eyes met blue, "I love you, regardless of what you weigh. I loved you before we had this baby, and I love you now. You may be bigger, but I don't know, the large boobs, the sensitive sex, I love it!"
"Alfred!" (y/n) blushed.
He chuckled, "Don't turn shy on me now babe, shall we practice for future babies?" Without letting her reply he leaned in and captured her lips in a searing kiss. He was already half naked and she could feel his arousal against her skin. She returned the kiss with vigor, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her back to their bed.
As soon as he disappeared around the corner (y/n) pulled herself out of the bed. Cursing her pregnant belly from making such a simple act like getting up extremely hard. Once she was finally on her feet she walked towards the bathroom and slowly pushed the door open.
She saw Alfred, he was standing on the scale weighing himself, grumbling to himself about something. Realization dawned on (y/n) as she realized what the problem was. Alfred was having another one of his weight phases. Every now and then he would do this, and she had tried to get rid of the scale in the bathrooms, but she took one out of storage to check up on her weight during her pregnancy. She probably forgot to hide it, or put it away during the times she used it and Al must've been tempted to see his own weight.
"Al." She called out, catching the blond's attention.
"Hey." He jumped off the scale and walked over to her, "You should be in bed."
"Your not gaining weight." She said, placing a hand on his arm.
His expression changed to one of a kicked puppy, "You haven't seen the numbers."
(y/n) rolled her eyes and moved her hand higher, to his biceps. She squeezed them, feeling the hard muscle beneath. "This is not fat, you are getting more muscle."
"What?" He looked genuinely confused.
"Oh my god Al, have you looked at yourself in the mirror recently!" (y/n) laughed, "You are muscular! You haven't gotten fatter, but stronger."
A large grin flashed across his face, "I guess your right, a hero like me would be getting more stronger!"
(y/n) couldn't help but smile at him in return, "If anyone gained weight, it's me."
"Nah, you look sexy as ever, and when you're carting my little baby around in that stomach of yours, of course you are gonna catch some extra pounds." He said, patting her on the shoulder. (y/n) felt her eye twitch, if she didn't know that this man didn't know when to shut his face for most of the time, she would've beaten him senseless for that remark. Thought his time he seemed to have realized what he said wasn't the right thing. "Babe." His hand slid to cup her cheek, while the other wrapped around her waist. (e/c) eyes met blue, "I love you, regardless of what you weigh. I loved you before we had this baby, and I love you now. You may be bigger, but I don't know, the large boobs, the sensitive sex, I love it!"
"Alfred!" (y/n) blushed.
He chuckled, "Don't turn shy on me now babe, shall we practice for future babies?" Without letting her reply he leaned in and captured her lips in a searing kiss. He was already half naked and she could feel his arousal against her skin. She returned the kiss with vigor, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her back to their bed.
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Now I know what you're thinking, Cloud, stop being a fuckin tease! but I don't know how! I have no problems reading sex scenes but every time i try to write one I just freeze up and have the biggest writers block. I swear I'll just get started with for play and as soon as fingers start their thrusting, my brain shuts down and I can't write anything further...still trying to fix that...so I haven't given up.
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Aw!! :3 Alfred you're such a cutie!!! ♥