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Plaid followed Ghoul to the kitchen. “Plaiddy, I know it wasn’t exactly planned, but I have an idea for a surprise and I think you’ll like it.”
“Sure thing, buddy!” Plaid grinned, glad to follow his newly pregnant mate while holding hands. On the counter of their kitchen was a large pile of sweets; donuts, cakes, candies, and a myriad other things lined the space.
“Well…since I can’t eat them with the baby and all….m-maybe we could…” Ghoul looked to Plaid, blushing so hard the tips of his pointed ears were red.
Getting the general idea, Plaid blushed, too, but smiled brightly, “Aw yeah! Good thing I’m starving.” He chuckled, and saw Ghoul’s eyes light up. “Let’s do this in the bedroom, though, since I probably won’t be able to move much once we’re finished. Ooooh, boy, it’s been a long time since I could say that.” The cheery Onceler rubbed his hands together and stuck his tongue out a bit, pleased at the idea. Ghoul happily gathered up all the snacks and scampered up to their bedroom, laying them out on the end of the bed as Plaid hopped up into his own spot.
Unwrapping a package of white, powdered sugar covered donuts, Ghoul asked, “Do you want to eat them yourself or can I feed you?”
“I’ll let ya feed me, since you’re so cute when you blush .” Plaid teased gently, a pink tinge present on his own cheeks as well. Getting stuffed silly was fun in itself, but having his handsome mate help was better.
Nodding, Ghoul broke the first of the six doughnuts in half, “Say ‘Ah’, Plaiddypus.”
Complying, Plaid opened his mouth, letting Ghoul place the half doughnut gently in. It was fresh and very good, so Plaid humming happily while eating it and gulped it down. “Mmn, wow. Good first choice, babe! But, ah, it’s a bit sticky, y’know? Can we get some milk up here?”
“Oh! I forgot. Sorry, Plaiddypus.” Ghoul got on all fours and scurried downstairs, coming back with the handle of the milk gallon in his mouth and only standing to put it on the bedside table. “Drink from the jug if you want to. I have a glass here, too.” He pulled a small glass from his pocket, “I didn’t know if you wanted to pace yourself or not.” The cursed Onceler smiled, then blushed as his own stomach made a loud gurgle, stimulated by all this talk of food and it being in such close proximity.
“Awww, Ghoulie’s hungry, too.” Plaid cooed to him, smiling. “Why don’t we share the milk? That gets something good in your tummy and something to help me wash down all these cakes.”
Ghoul nodded happily and used the glass for himself. He’d have drank from the gallon, but his colorful spit might contaminate the color for Plaiddy. He was always self-conscious about his drooling problem, even if he’d never really admit it.
