Third was undeniably a small boy.
He was short and cute with chubby cheeks and all that shit people kept on telling him just because he was indeed small and it made them feel, some wicked way, powerful.
Sure, he was small but that didn’t mean he was frail or weak or feeble. Not at all.
He was a strong-ass man. And Khai knew it all.
He knew Third was not a damsel in distress and didn’t need Khai to fuss over him all the time. He knew Third could take care of himself, also knew that, if needed, he could pack a good punch.
Then why the hell was he gravitating around him, begging to let him carry his bag and to: “Please, slow down Third, you’re nine months pregnant, for fuck’s sake!”
As if Third didn’t know he was.
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- Part 1 of Bl mpreg
Being pregnant up in the mountains is no joke. Tian found out at his own expense.
- Part 2 of Bl mpreg
27 May 2021
Even though Type came out as a tough guy, angry with life and all that shit, there weren’t a lot of things he actually hated.
Felt disgusted in? Tons of things. Felt annoyed by? Fuck, millions of things. But hate? Not that many, really.
He hated the man who hurt him when he was a kid, he hated arguing with Tharn and he hated strawberries.
He needed to update his list, though because he just found something new he really, really hated.
He hated school moms. And when he said he hated them he meant it.
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- Part 3 of Bl mpreg
26 Jun 2021
Pharm didn’t really know how he and Dean managed to reach this point. Every time Pharm stopped to think about it, it all seemed so unreal.
He was thirty-five -Dean was thirty-eight-, he was married to the love of his life, Dean was a successful coach for Thailand’s Olympic swimming team, and they bought their own, splendid house.
Oh yeah, they also had nine children.
- Part 4 of Bl mpreg