Miracle Drug

Hey everyone! Newish story here. I've been I'm contact with SoOverdue (now Overduebubba) and got the OK to give this story my own twist and finish it off! Fingers crossed, we might actually work on something new together as well! Let me know what you think!

Miracle Drug

By

Brimmingbelly04

(Inspired by Overdue

By

SoOverdue of MpregCentral)

Week 35

CEO, Trent Simmons stood at the front of the large conference room, smiling out at all in attendance as he waited for them to quiet down so he could speak.

"Thanks, everyone and thanks for coming," he started off once they had. "Before I head off to the conference, I wanted to get everyone together to celebrate. You might think it preemptive, but I don't. We deserve it," he nodded, smiled and clapped, receiving some of all in return.

"I know there's no need to remind everyone of all the amazing things we've been able to accomplish working together over the past five years. You know all about it thanks to your hard work and dedication. What we've been doing is soon going to change and better a lot of lives," he nodded again. "And that's thanks to all of you."

Naturally, Trent was a lot of things: handsome, a savvy and successful, young med tech entrepreneur, a charismatic and charming public speaker and fundraiser, and the kind of employer who liked rewarding his people and showing his appreciation whenever he could. He was fortunate enough to not face many struggles, but one of them was being humble.

"I know you'll all be happy to hear that according to my reliable Intel, things are looking pretty damn good in terms of the grant. That's good news for me, but also of course all of you," he grinned. "If things go the way it sounds they will, we'll be able to continue our work on this incredible and truly life-changing project for the foreseeable future," he announced with an already triumphant grin as he looked around.

Everyone who wasn't holding a plate loaded with fancy hors d'oeuvres or a glass of wine or beer, applauded. They were all proud of the work they'd done, but in the moment, were mostly humoring the handsome and precisely manicured, thirty-seven year old CEO as he not so subtly lavished in what he naturally took to be their praise of him.

Worth noting, Trent had certainly contributed to getting the yet to be named "miracle" drug he (i.e. his company) had been nominated to not only receive a federal grant for, but a prestigious, world-recognized award as well. He'd done so mainly in the form of fund and interesting raising, which was necessary and important, but all the "grunt work" (i.e. all the REALLY important stuff that'd gotten the drug to its present stage) had been done by everyone else: doctors, chemists, scientists, researchers and trial participants, to name most.

"After many failed trials and tests…" Trent continued. "We finally have our perfect test subject. He's been performing magnificently, so today, his last before taking leave, I wanna have Justin come up so we can all wish him the best," he smiled and nodded as he pointed to a nearby table.

Once again, more applause. This time, it was louder and more genuine. While no one had a problem with Trent, they all really liked their colleague, Justin, who'd come to be a bit of a celebrity ever since agreeing to become the "miracle" drug's first human guinea pig. The moment he was called and waved at, Justin turned a deep pink, shook his head and waved back at his boss's boss, but unsurprisingly, Trent wouldn't take no for an answer, really starting to wave him up.

Everyone kept the applause going as their embarrassed colleague took in a steadying breath before standing. Slowly, Justin pushed himself up using the top of the thankfully sturdy table he was seated at for support. As he did, not that they hadn't seen plenty of it already, he revealed more and more of his thirty-five weeks along, twin-filled belly, which was barely being contained by his light blue paternity Oxford.

He'd really been hoping his "contribution" wouldn't be recognized any more than it'd already been, but he'd also been expecting this very scenario on his last day before going on leave. Forcing himself to smile, Justin waddled the short distance to Trent. When the men were side by side, the pregnant one made a very slow and wide turn he completed when his giant belly, the one everyone was so proud of and happy about, was pointing out at them.

The applause continued till a now slightly sweaty and out of breath Justin took his right hand from his lower back and raised it out in front of him. "Thanks, everyone…" he echoed everyone's boss's start, following that up with an anxious laugh because unlike Trent, he wasn't a natural or charismatic public speaker. "It's been…"

Almost before he began, the CEO cut him off as he wrapped a big and muscular arm around his shoulders, pulling him in closer in a brotherly manner. "As a reminder, our buddy, Justin, who we determined wouldn't have been able to get or stay pregnant without our help…" he emphasized. "Has not only been able to keep his twin pregnancy stable, but more importantly, bring it to term!" He held for applause.

Though still genuine, this round didn't last as long. Upon its completion, the handsome CEO continued. "Dr. Morrow, whom most of you are familiar with by now, wasn't able to be here today due to another one of his patients being, well, due!" He chuckled. "But he anticipates nothing but a safe, natural, and to term, labor and delivery for Justin and his twins. Isn't that great?!"

His rhetorical query was followed by more applause and this time, also excited murmuring from the gathered group.

"I certainly don't want to put Justin on the spot, but…"

"Too late for that, Trent!" The pregnant man interrupted this time, earning himself his own round of laughter as well as a tighter side embrace from the studly CEO.

"You're amongst friends and well-wishers, Justin!" He laughed along as he looked out at the group and asked them, "Right, everyone..?"

Another round of applause, along with a few whistles, whoops, and shouts of encouragement.

"So no need to be embarrassed by your condition now!" Trent shook his head as he smiled over and down at Justin. "Be proud of it!"

Quite quickly, the doubly pregnant man's cheery facade broke, if only for a few seconds as he rolled his eyes. "It's not my condition that's embarrassing me at the moment…" he shook his head. "It's you!"

Trent joined the majority of the group in laughing, assuming Justin was teasing him (which he wasn't,) so he teased right back. "I see we weren't able to address those all too pesky hormonal mood swings with this version of the drug…"

"Hormonal mood swings..?" Justin muttered.

"Maybe we'll be able to with the next version?" Trent continued with a chuckle. "But anyway… Without Justin agreeing to be our trial participant, probably still be at the drawing board," he reminded the group as he reached out and over and placed his free hand on the pregnant man's belly, promptly giving it a big rub for all to see and some to wish they were giving themselves. "So as a sign of my gratitude, I wanted to give him a little something…"

Trent took his hand back and used it to wave at a nearby intern, who hustled over with a gift-wrapped shirt box. Surprised, Justin looked up and gave Trent a genuine smile as he accepted it.

"Thanks," he said. "You didn't have to though. Participating has been…"

"I know I didn't but I wanted to," the CEO smiled back. "Now open it and show everyone!" He nodded enthusiastically.

The box was light, so Justin rested it on his belly as he unwrapped it. Trent took the paper from him then waited excitedly as his very pregnant employee pulled off the lid. Inside, under a layer of tissue paper was an XL navy blue t-shirt, with D-I-L-F written across the chest in big, bold white lettering.

"Oh, wow!" Justin anxiously laughed as he looked at the shirt.

"It's a joke," Trent needlessly explained as he laughed at his own gag gift.

"Is it though..?" The twin-carrying man asked under his breath.

"Let us see!" Someone called out.

With a sigh, Justin handed the box over to the man two years his senior and unfolded the shirt. He sighed again as he draped it over his bulbous front, everyone in the room laughing and clapping once they saw the gift before Trent pulled him in for an unexpected hug. Justin grunted as his belly pressed firmly against the CEO's enviable flat and toned middle.

"I want you wearing it when I come over later," Trent whispered in his ear.

"I'm sure you do…" Justin whispered back, doing his best not to visibly react to the other man's touch. "It's not gonna fit though. It'll probably only cover two-thirds of my…"

"Damn… I was hoping for only half," the CEO winked as he ended their embrace and turned to address everyone else again.

A suddenly flushed Justin didn't catch what he said, already thinking about all the fun he and Trent were going to have later that evening…

Later that afternoon, just as it was getting dark, after saying goodbye to everyone, accepting their well-wishes and promising to send baby pictures as soon as he could, Justin left the office for the last time as a pregnant man and waddled to his car. As he did, he held up Trent's gift, looked at it and shook his head.

"So demeaning…" he muttered. "And to give it to me in front of everyone!" He shook his head some more. "And to know it wouldn't fit!"

All that being said, Justin still smirked as he draped the shirt back over his arm and brought his other hand to the side of his belly. "That last part's you guys' fault… You made your daddy outgrow just about everything, but that's OK."

He continued to smile, even as he let out a soft groan as he awkwardly lowered himself behind the wheel. Despite the seat being all the way back, the bottom of the wheel pressed against his tight bump. Baby A, the girl, gave her dad a kick right below his popped out navel, causing Justin to grimace and finally stop smiling as he brought his hand to the point of impact and gently rubbed at it.

"Sorry about that, honey," he apologized with another pat before moving his hand to the shifter and putting the car in drive. "You doin' OK, big guy?" He asked his son, giving that side of his belly a pat. "No news is good news," he said after getting no response., pulling out of the parking lot, just as the rain began to fall.

***

"Ladies, ladies, ladies!" Betsy exclaimed from the bench after blowing her whistle, bringing the basketball practice to a halt.

With a frustrated grunt, she leaned forward as much as she still could over her thirty-five week twin belly, reaching around it to brace her hands on her knees before slowly pushing herself up to standing. Already huffing, she waddled over to her team, who'd gathered at the top of the key, her yoga pants and men's XL college t-shirt hugging her pregnant form tight.

"Ball," she requested of her star point guard, Paige, who bounced it over and stepped aside.

While the bounce pass had been perfect, Betsy struggled to grab the ball just to the right and in front of her belly. Fortunately, she got it under control before it hit her mammoth middle and started to dribble it, all while also trying to assume an at least somewhat athletic stance.

"Ready your pick…" she nodded.

Her center approached and set the screen. Betsy moved forward, attempting to add some speed to her waddle which she did, but only for a second. She was almost entirely out of breath by the time she made her "quick" (and wide) burst around the tall girl.

"And then pop!"

The center quickly moved to the three point line, where Betsy sent her a perfect bounce pass, her girl easily sinking the shot.

Now breathing heavily, Betsy is barely able to get out, "It's… it's that easy. Now let's… run it again," she said as she slowly turned and waddled back to the bench, right hand on her back, left on her belly to try and keep it steady.

Big as she'd gotten and as incredibly much as she'd stretched to try and accommodate them, there was simply no denying that her now large, identical boys were really running out of room. Even though it now seemed like a lifetime ago, at one time, Betsy thought she'd never be able to get pregnant, so the fact that she was this pregnant now was truly amazing so she tried not to complain or begrudge it. According to her doctor, she only had another week or two to go before she'd get to officially meet her big boys and hold them in her arms for the first time. Hopefully, he'd give her an exact date when she saw him later that evening for her latest exam…

While Betsy wasn't happy she wouldn't be able to finish out the season, she was immensely relieved this was her last practice before going on leave. She barely managed to stifle her moan as she turned and slowly lowered herself back onto the bench, hands immediately going to the sides of her giant belly the moment it came to its heavy rest on her legs. She stayed on the bench for the rest of the practice, still coaching and offering advice, but not having it in her to perform any more physical demonstrations.

Only at the end of practice did the doubly pregnant Betsy get back to her feet. As they always did, before they were dismissed, the girls had all huddled in a circle, their expectant coach having to force herself into it bulging belly first, doing so next to her assistant coach.

"Everyone knows tonight is my last practice," she reminded. "I know Coach Feldman will do a great job while I'm out, so long as you all listen to her…" she said as she looked around at the girls. "She's been playing a long time and really knows her stuff, so again, listen…"

"Are you gonna be back before the end of the season, Coach?" Paige asked, even though she and everyone else already knew the answer.

"I wish, but unfortunately not," Betsy shook her head. "Per school and doctor's orders, I'll be out for six weeks after I have the babies, which probably won't be for another week or two," she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "But I'll be checking in 'cause I know everyone anxious to see these two," she smiled as she gave her belly two solid pats. "So I promise to send Coach Feldman some pics to share with you as soon as I can."

After dismissing the practice, Betsy found herself hosting an impromptu Q&A as she gathered her things. Even though most of the girls had been there since the previous season to see it from the start, they all still had a lot of questions regarding their coach's pregnancy, most of them unsurprisingly related to how big she and it had gotten.

Because she both honestly and/or legally couldn't say why she and her boys had grown so big, Betsy told what she hoped was (at least partially) true and said it was because they were all so healthy. One of the girls asked why she hadn't dropped yet, which was a question the head coach simply didn't have the answer to but also curious to know… Betsy had seen very few people as or more pregnant than she'd gotten, but even those who hadn't reached her size had usually dropped or at least started to by this point, making her the odd woman out.

Once all the girls realized they weren't going to get any more out of their twin-filled coach, they lined up to say their goodbyes and wish her good luck. As each went in for an awkward, still somewhat sweaty hug, each girl couldn't help but silently put it out into the universe that they themselves would never get as pregnant as Coach B… Sure, she seemed happy, but she also now seemed to be on the verge of bursting!

Seeing as everyone was much more mobile than her, Betsy was the last one out of the gym. When she waddled outside, she found it raining hard. Hard enough she was surprised she hadn't heard it pounding against the gym's metal roof but to be fair, she'd been focused on other things… Quickly working herself up to huffing and puffing, she waddled as fast as she could out to her car, grunting as she squeezed her wet self in.

Betsy had no sooner shut the door behind her when the rain really started coming down, forcing her to take a white knuckled grip on the wheel as she slowly drove along through the downpour, barely able to see the lines on the road. As she did, her stomach growled long and loud, the reverberation causing a response from her two big boys. If she was hungry, they were too…

She dared to take her right hand from the wheel for a moment and place it on her belly. "Sorry, guys," she apologized. "Mommy's gonna get you some food short…"

BAM!!!

Betsy's right front wheel slammed into a massive pothole she hadn't been able to see, bursting her tire. For the next few seconds, she struggled to maintain control as she braked hard and slid to an eventual stop on the side of the road. Lots of bouncing and jostling ensued, and her heart rate went from the proverbial 0-60 in no time flat.

Dazed, Betsy slowly lifted her head, then the hair that'd fallen in her face as she tried to process what'd happened. As soon as she knew she was OK, she put the car in park, turned the hazards on, and then threw both hands down to her belly, frantically feeling for movement. After a terrifying few seconds of nothing, she sighed in relief when she felt the boys squirm and rustle about within in response to the blowout. Their doing so was immensely uncomfortable but still, she smiled…

***

"This rain came outta nowhere!" Justin said as he cautiously made his way through the downpour, his hazards flashing as he slowly progressed. Up ahead, he noticed a car on the shoulder, tail end almost sticking out into the road. "Shit luck, pal…" he muttered as he drove slowly by, staring as he did, which was a good thing.

The driver was standing outside the car, leaning over looking at the car's front right wheel. Hard as the rain was falling, Justin was able to make out the fact she was a woman, which tugged at his conscience. Still, he fully intended to keep going, rationalizing he wouldn't be much help in his condition till he realized the woman shared the same… Just like him, she looked like she'd swallowed a beach ball!

Even if he wouldn't be able to offer much, he knew he had to help, so he pulled over in front of the disabled car and parked. Justin opened his door, almost immediately getting soaked, then used it and the wheel to hoist himself out of his seat, groaning as he did. His paternity button down rapidly becoming transparent, he waddled back to the other car.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" He called out to the pregnant woman in front of him.

He stopped in his tracks when he got close enough to see her face as she looked up and over at him.

"Betsy..?" He asked in disbelief.

"Justin..?" She replied over the rain, equally surprised as she recognized the man from a drunken one night stand she'd had months ago, who was now equally if not slightly more massively pregnant as she was.

***

"I know we're both…"

"Whales?"

"No!" Justin laughed. "Well, actually yes…" he nodded and smiled across the table he and Betsy were sharing at the diner across the street from the repair shop as they waited for her to have a new tire put on, each having ordered a burger and fries. "I was gonna say wet messes, but you still look great."

"Wet or pregnant?"

"Both."

"Likewise," Betsy returned the smile as she grabbed another few fries, quickly devouring them. "Being wet kinda adds to the whole whale theme, no?" She chuckled. "I feel huge and I know I look it!" She chuckled some more as she shook her head.

"That puts us even more in the same boat!" Justin winked.

"OK, really… Enough with the whole whale thing!"

"You're the one who started it!" He pointed out with a laugh.

"Touché…"

Unsurprisingly, the very pregnant acquaintances' bellies caused them some difficulty… They kept them rather far back from the table, forcing them to lean far over them to enjoy their food. There was some distance to cover before a fry or mouthful of burger reached their mouths, so it was only a matter of time before one of them ended up making a mess, Betsy ending up taking the honors…

"According to my doctor, as of last week, I was already measuring forty-four," she informed as she patted her stuffed womb, getting some ketchup on her shit. "Damn it…" she groaned. "You think I'd be used to this thing by now but I'm still always doing that!"

"Same here," Justin said with a knowing chuckle as he handed over a couple napkins.

As he did, he glanced again at what he could see of Betsy's big belly behind the table… While they'd been waiting in his car for the tow truck, obviously, the first thing they'd discussed was their pregnancies and how they were both thirty-five weeks along. Justin knew who his babies had come from, but couldn't say the same of Betsy's so suddenly, he was worried he might end up being a father of four!

"Don't worry…" Betsy chuckled, as if she'd read his mind. "They're not yours."

"Oh! No, I…"

"Oh, yes you were! I could practically see the gears turning!"

"Busted…" the twin-carrying man admitted with a blush he couldn't help, just as he couldn't help but ask, "You're sure though..?"

"I'm sure," Betsy nodded as she continued to dab at the ketchup, doing her best to blot rather than smear.

"But the timing… It's literally perfect."

"Same goes for you, no?" She rhetorically asked before adding with a mischievous smirk, "Even if it looks like you're like forty-seven weeks along!"

"Very funny…" Justin chuckled. "But same as you, like I said, I'm only thirty-five weeks, thank you very much!"

"Hmm…"

"And sorry…" he continued. "But how can…"

"I can be sure because before this…" Betsy gestured down at her belly with her free hand. "Believe it or not, I didn't think I could get pregnant."

"Oh?"

"No," she shook her head. "I had to undergo fertility treatments, including using a donor. That's how I'm sure."

"I used a donor too," Justin replied, not lying, but not telling the entire truth either. "So was I your last hoorah before becoming a mom?"

"I guess you could say that," Betsy smirked again. "Was I yours?"

"Before becoming a mom?"

"A dad, of course!" She laughed. "If I recall correctly, you have the right… parts to claim that title…"

"Ha! Very funny…" The expectant, bisexual man laughed. As he did, he thought to himself, 'Yeah, you were my last female hoorah before becoming a dad,' before verbally responding the same as Betsy had, winking, instead of smirking at her to change it up a bit.

"I didn't know you wanted to be a dad," Betsy said as she stopped blotting, accepting the fact she'd gotten as much ketchup off as she was going to till she threw her shirt in the wash.

"I didn't know you wanted to be a mom…" Justin shrugged. "But we didn't do much talking before the shots took over and we were making out in the cab on the way back to my place," he pointed out. When Betsy scoffed at his seemingly dismissive tone, he quickly added, "But from what I remember of it, that night was…"

"Pretty amazing, right?" The doubly pregnant woman smiled.

"Yeah, it was," he nodded in agreement before switching over to shaking his head. "This is pretty amazing too… Us meeting up again, both of us being…"

"Equally whalish?"

"There you go again!" Justin laughed as he looked from Betsy down to himself. "I guess it just can't be avoided or denied, huh?" He smiled.

While this chance encounter and what they saw when it happened was undeniably weird and unexpected, as soon as he Betsy and they got to talking (even if it was mostly about how big and damn whalish they both were,) Justin was reminded as to why (alcohol aside) they'd ended up together in the first place… Inebriated as they'd both been the first time, he'd felt a connection, just as he was now again.

He wanted to tell her more… He needed to if things were going to progress from here, which shouldn't they..? Everything was too… too whatever to be ignored, that's for sure! That being said, Justin couldn't tell Betsy everything, like who his "donor" was or the fact he was part of a clinical drug trial due to the air-tight NDA he'd signed, but he could/should probably at the very least get around to telling her he was bi, no?! Yes, but maybe not now…

"I, uh…" he started again, not sure what he was going to say next.

Fortunately, he didn't have to figure it out on the fly as Betsy's phone buzzed on the table and she grabbed it. "My car's done," she announced, almost apologetically. "And I'm already late for my doctor's appointment as it is…"

"Oh!" Justin sighed in relief as he looked around and flagged their waitress over, handing over his debit card before even asking for the bill.

"I…" Betsy began to protest as the waitress walked away. Not only was she protesting Justin paying for her, she was partially protesting the fact the woman moved with such ease as she began readying her own bulky, bulbous self to stand as she really did have to get going.

Even though he was a little bigger than she was, Justin beat her to his feet and "rushed" around the two-top to help her up. "Don't worry about it," he said as he offered her his hands.

"Thanks, preggo," she said once she was standing. "For helping us up, and our dinner," she smirked as she reached out a poked Justin's popped out belly button, which was clearly visible through his slightly dried, very much straining, shirt.

"You're welcome," Justin smiled, thinking about doing the same, but refraining. He didn't have to think about it too hard as the waitress returned with his card and receipt for him to sign.

After he had, after what could best be described as a "pregnant pause," during which the pair just looked each other up and down, they broke the silence at the same time. "We should meet up again." Laughter and some shaking of their heads before again, simultaneously they spoke, "I'd like that!" Both blushing this time, they belatedly exchanged numbers.

"So you think sometime next week would work for you?" Justin asked after they had, failing to hide how much he was anticipating her answer.

Betsy smirked. She wasn't one to show her cards so early, even if that wasn't exactly the case in this situation… "I'll text you," she promised after leaning in over their bellies to give him a kiss on the cheek. "It was good to see you, Justin," she smiled before turning and waddling out of the diner, right hand on her back, left hand on her belly.

"Yeah… You too, Bets…" Justin said quietly after her.

***

"Mmm… Yeah, that's right…" Trent said seductively against Justin's ear as he thrust into him from behind. "You like it when I… fuck your pregnant pussy, don't you?"

"Pussy?!" Justin repeated with a huff and a laugh as he turned to look to the right over his shoulder, almost colliding with Will's handsome face as he did. "I don't… have one of those!" He laughed as he shook his head.

"Bussy. I meant… bussy…"

"God…" he groaned. "I, oooh… Hate that word!"

Trent laughed as he continued to thrust. "Noted. Whatever you wanna call it… Ngggh… It feels good."

"Just call it my… ass."

"Your pregnant ass," he somewhat amended. "It feels good all tight and slick around my cock… You like it when I fuck it, don't you?"

"Oh, yesss…" Justin breathily admitted, craning his neck to the left, offering the right side of it up for a kiss, which Trent was prompt to drive as he continued rhythmically working himself in and out of his partner's warm and accepting, velvety ass, not pussy or bussy…

Will finished a couple minutes later, but only after making sure Justin had as well… Doing so hadn't been easy for the man carrying their healthy set of twins as every day, his belly got a little bigger and a little more in the way. Supporting himself on all fours added to the challenge, as did going down to supporting himself on only his knees and left hand, but Justin still managed to work his right around and under his big belly, finishing himself off right before Trent brought their latest session to an end.

Afterwards, working together, the pair eased the pregnant half onto his left side. Still hard but no longer inside him, Trent snuggled right up behind, his waning erection poking at and somewhat between Justin's thick, slightly sweaty ass cheeks. Since they hadn't bothered with a condom, cum was soon added into the mix, Trent's hot seed slowly leaking from where it'd just been deposited as the men lay there catching their breath, both rubbing at various spots of Justin's less than half t-shirt covered belly.

"You looking forward to tomorrow?" Will asked as he rubbed.

"Hell yes…" the pregnant man exhaled. "It's gonna be so nice not having to go into the office every day!"

"Lazy…"

"Lazy?! Try pregnant! Very pregnant at that!"

"Um, yeah… No thanks!" Trent declined with more laughter.

"I know, right?!" Justin grunted. "Despite you playing such a big and important role in the matter, I could never imagine you pregnant!"

"That makes two of us."

"Soon to be four," he half teasingly corrected.

"Right…" Trent said as he suddenly pushed himself back and got off the bed.

"Bathroom?" Justin asked over his shoulder.

"Yes, but then the gym."

"What?! No… Don't go now!" He pouted.

"I have to. I'll be traveling pretty much all day tomorrow and then…"

"Yeah, yeah…" Justin groaned as he continued rubbing his belly. "I know all about your stupid trip."

"It's not stupid, it's important."

"I know…" he sighed. "I just wish the timing had been better… My paternity leave officially starts tomorrow, and…"

"Even if it'd started today, you still couldn't have come with," Trent reminded as he started retrieving his clothes that were scattered about the floor. "You're…"

"Too damn pregnant to fly, thanks to you!"

"Half thanks to me, some to you and some to our miracle drug. Speaking of which, I left your latest dose on the counter in the bathroom," he said as he pulled on his underwear.

With several grunts and groans, Justin slowly rolled over to face the other direction, his twin-filled belly towering ominously over him for several seconds as he made the transition. Once he'd "landed," he frowned.

"You're putting on the same clothes?"

"They're all I've got," Trent replied as he started buttoning his shirt. "My gym bag's in the car."

"Your gym clothes amongst others could be here you know…"

"Yes, I know…"

"I know we're not official and you haven't decided what if any role you're gonna play in the kids' lives, but…"

"We'll talk about it more when I get back, OK?" Trent said as now fully dressed, he came over, bent down and gave Justin a kiss on his protesting lips.

"In two weeks…" the pregnant man frowned when it was finished.

"Two weeks," Trent confirmed. "But we'll talk on the phone and FaceTime in the meantime. I'll be back before you know it."

"Ugh…"

"You gonna miss me?"

"You? Not so much… Your cock? Yes!" Justin teased.

"Me and my cock will both miss you while we're gone and we promise to make it up to you when we get back."

"It might be too late by then."

"What do you mean?" The CEO was the one to frown this time.

"If I have the babies before you get back, which hopefully, I do!" Justin sighed as he raised his two crossed fingers. "I'll be outta commission."

"Oh, right…" Trent frowned a little harder. Somehow he hadn't considered this till now. "Well there are other things we can do besides that," he pointed out, forcing himself to smile. "And maybe you'll still be pregnant when I get back?" He shrugged.

"Take that back!" The doubly pregnant man demanded.

"Forty weeks is…"

"Normal for a single pregnancy! Not a twin one! Dr. Morrow…"

"Will know when it's time if the babies don't decide on their own," Trent finished for him. "On that note, don't forget to keep me in the loop with what he says."

"I never do, do I?"

"No," he shook his head. "I just wanna be sure you don't forget while you're on leave."

"I won't forget," Justin promised. "Text me when you get there?"

"I will," Trent said as he saw himself out.