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[ff a couple months? enough for Mari to be round? hehe~]

[surre~ -cracks knuckles to start-]

Iskmari groaned as he struggled to reach something. He was short to start with, but now having a round stomach constantly in his way, made it even harder to reach things! He huffed, as he turned to get his damn step ladder thing, it was short, only two steps, and he'd gotten it not that long ago, and it was a huge help. Especially with Perosa working now.

He sighed, setting it down, and then stepped up to get the stupid box. Once he had it he stepped back down, and took the stupid step-ladder-stool thing back to the closet. Grumbling the entire way.. He wanted to go lay down, but he knew Perosa would be 'starving' when he came home from work...

He sighed, dumping the box of pasta into the water he had boiling all ready. He set the timer, and moved to sit at the table for a few minutes. Ugh. Being pregnant.. rather sucked.

When the timer went off, he got up, stirred the pasta well, took it to the sink dumped it into the strainer, set the pot down on a hot pad, then drained the noodles and tossed them back into the pot. He stepped over to the stove top to turn the burner that had the water on it off. He then turned off the burner a pot of sauce with ground beef in it had been simmering off. He moved it over to the pot with the noodles, and he mixed the two together.

Once done, he set the lid on it, and set the burner back onto 1, not even on the simmer setting. Just enough to keep it from getting cold, but not enough to keep "cooking" it.

He then went out to the couch, determined to at least take a nap until Perosa came home. He sighed once he sat down, and he turned, laying down on the couch. Not even seconds later he was pretty much asleep.

Perosa let out a groan, staring at his punch card. Finally, the day was over. Not like he had a hard job, but he never had any time to take a break, and for someone who never worked a day in his life until now, it was a lot to handle--though for the past six to eight months he had been employed. Still, he never thought delivery boy for the local florist would be such a taxing job, though his paycheck always made him happy. After punching the card, he took his envelope from the cork board and headed out, waving good-bye to the little pregnant woman behind the counter. Funny how he was suddenly surrounded by swollen, hormonal people all of the sudden.

He stopped by the bank to deposit his check before heading home, getting there just on time for dinner. Without thinking, he grabbed the knob and gave it a twist, finding that it was locked. It always was, why would it be any different today? Grumbling, he fished around in his pockets, having to search three of them before finding his keys. After jimmying the lock, he was finally inside and closed the door, locking the appropriate locks--all seven of them as Iskmari had gone safey crazy the last few months--and proceeding into the apartment. He popped his head into the kitchen, spying the pot on the back burner but no Iskmari. Hmm, precarious. He moved into the room, pulling the lid off and raising a brow: spaghetti for dinner, was it? He set the lid back on the moved into the living room.

It was there he found Iskmari sleeping on the couch and it brought a smile to his features. He slipped off his coat, laying it on a chair before moving over to the couch, kneeling down beside Iskmari. Perosa brushed a stray hair out of his sleeping face, letting the same hand move down to lay on Iskmari's swollen stomach. Really, their child was the best accident Perosa was ever responsible for--save for all of the craziness it caused Mari which was then directed at himself. "Hey.. Mari." He whispered, a wicked smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "Mari.. The garlic bread's burning."

Who knows how long he slept. Probably not super long, since he didn't start dinner ungodly early compared to when Perosa said he'd be home. But he was still out pretty much like a light. Doing a little bit of anything wore him out anymore after all!

So when someone moved a stray hair from his face, he didn't even budge, since he just didn't notice.. He felt the faintest of pressure against his stomach, and soon enough something was being said.. He merred faintly recognizing his name.. No big deal, right?

But the mention of something burning, he didn't register 'what' he just seemed to zone in on that 'burning' word, and he gasped, sitting up, probably pushing Perosa back as he did so.. "What!?" wait.. He frowned, thinking on it.. "I didn't make any garlic bread" he stated, giving Perosa a glare.. He had no need to scare him like that!

Perosa waited for it to register in Iskmari's dreamy head before faking a shocked expression when he shot up. He blinked a few times before cocking a brow at him, playing on his 'surprise' and having just gotten home. "Mari? What were you dreaming about?" He asked, pretending that everything had been a dream for him. "But now that you mention it, garlic bread would go great with dinner~" He smiled toothily before moving in to plant a kiss on the others forehead before he straightened up, stretching out his back. "So, how was your day, doll? Scary mailman come knocking at the door again?"

Iskmari groaned, rubbing his forhead.. He seriously doubted he dreamt that, than groaned.. "Either go buy some, or make it yer self" he grumped out. It was all he could do to get himself to make anything for dinner, Perosa should be just happy with that ><; He could of just not made anything and let him deal with it when he got home!

Iskmari huffed again as he moved, getting himself up.. "No.. Not that I know of, if he did, What do I know of it? Dorrs been locked all day" he muttered as he let his eyes close when his forhead was kissed.. He sighed softly, relaxing a bit... He moved closer to Perosa, his head finding a resting spot on his shoulder.. He was so tired.. He just wanted to go to bed...

Perosa scowled. That wasn't the reaction he had wanted, more like the one he had expected. He let his arms moved around the other, gently holding him, when Mari moved over to him. His hands moved over the other's back comfortingly. "If you're tired, you should just go to bed. You don't have to wait for me." He cooed softly, glancing at the clock reading "7:27". Not exactly the perfect time to go to bed, but if he was that tired.. > >

Iskmari sighed, but shook his head some, "No, I'll stay up for dinner." he slowly moved back enough to smile at him, "Sides you've worked all day.. I've just been here.." he stated the smile fading.. he was useless now.. He couldn't really do anything.. and when he did anything he got really tired.. stupid pregnancy.

Perosa gave a soft chuckle and a shake of his head. Stubborn boy. He only hoped their child wouldn't be as headstrong as either of them. "Oh, come on," he started, "you're incubating a baby.. As far as I'm concerned, that isn't 'nothing'." Perosa pulled Iskmari close--at least, as close as he could without squishing the baby--and into a hug, holding him for a few moments before releasing him. "Keep smiling, baby." He placed a soft kiss on Mari's forehead, giving a half-smile, too hungry to give a full one. "So, how about dinner?"

Iskamri blinked when he was pulled close for a hug, and he msiled softly, hugging him back gently. He sighed softly, and couldn't help but smile softly.. Despite all of Perosa's rough edges, he was a sweet guy.. Not that Isk would ever tell him that.. But he blinked, but chuckled, "Oh come on you starving thing, dinner is in here" he stated softly, taking Perosa's hand and guided him to the kitchen.. Carefully moving it from the stove to the table, Isk asked gently, "Mind getting the plates?" since his baby-bump got bigger, he couldn't even really reach that shelf anymore.. So he busied himself getting the silverware for their spaghetti.