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Simon nuzzled his nose into Johnny's neck, breathing deeply and taking in all the delicious scent that his mate was producing as he grew their little one.
He shifted his hands so they were cupped around the swollen belly Johnny was now sporting at nearly 6 month along. It was his favourite place to rest his hands, rubbing gentle circles into the taunt skin under the stretched out shirt as Johnny relaxed back into him.
Sitting on their bed with Johnny cuddle up in his arms, his legs supporting his sides, while they mindlessly watch a movie or repeat show was their nightly go to activity after a long day on the base.
Simon had stopped volunteering for solo and recon ops now, completely content to be on base as much as he could get away with so he could enjoy this time. Johnny was pretty much confined to their base now, no longer allow on missions and banned from handling and demonstrating any explosives. He'd fired off into a full blown tantrum when Price had first told him, but after the Doctor had read him the riot act on what danger he'd be putting himself and their pup in by defying those orders, he quickly changed his tune. As was common now he was pregnant, he went from yelling and fighting back to crying and sobbing into Simon shoulder in a matter of minutes as the reality of the risk he'd be putting their pup in, truly sunk in.
But now he'd adjusted and they had their new routines, he seemed happy and content with his current main work tasks being training the recruits and helping with planning and logistics. He was damn good at it too and both he and Price were urging Johnny to consider training to become a commissioned officer and use his strategic skills. Simon would never push him, but he hoped he'd give it a go and use all of his skills and potential at some point.
Right now though, he was very thankful to have this special time to enjoy Johnny's pregnancy alongside him. Simon hadn't gotten to feel the baby move yet, usually their calm evening routine led to the pup being settled and only having really subtle movements that only Johnny could feel. Any other time Johnny had tried to help him feel the movements they'd stop before he could feel them or he'd be somewhere else on the base when it was happening. If Simon was being honest, he was a little jealous. So when Johnny had begged him that evening for them to have pancakes and ice cream for dinner, he really hadn't put up much of a fight as he was secretly hoping all the sugar would see their pup more active and he'd finally get to feel their baby's kicks for himself.
Twenty minutes after they settle into their favourite spot after their sugar ladened dinner, Johnny started to shift around a little in his arms.
"You ok, love?" Simon asked him, a little worried that his sneaky plan to feel the baby had backfired and just made Johnny sick. Random bouts of sickness still plagued him even though he was well into his second trimester now. The Doctor has assured them everything was ok, some people were just unlucky and the "morning" sickness either took longer to go away or didn't go at all. Thankfully it wasn't all the time, but it was pretty awful for Johnny when it did hit and any number of things could set it off.
Johnny shifted in his lap again and let out a heavy sigh before responding, "not that, just this little rascal is poking me kidneys something fierce."
Simon couldn't help the cheeky grin that spread across his face and buried his nose in Johnny scent gland to stop him from giving away his delight. Maybe he would finally get his chance to feel the pup.
"I'm sorry, maybe all that sugar wasn't the best idea after all," Simon teased him, his hands roaming over the gravid belly.
Johnny's elbow jabbing into his ribs in response was all worth it when the next second he felt it. A tiny thump against the palm of his hand. His hand froze in place and his breath caught high in his throat. That was their pup. The little life that their love had created letting him know they were there.
He quickly scrambled out from behind Johnny and draped himself across the end of the bed so he could rest his check and hands on Johnny's belly. He ignored Johnny's indignant squawk of protest and focussed his full attention on their little pup. He was instantly rewarded with more kicks and movements under his hands. Joyous laughter bubbled up from his chest at the sensations, which just set more movements off under his palms.
He looked up at Johnny to tell him, but it was clear from Johnny's beaming smile as tears slid down his cheeks that he'd already figured it out. Simon pulled up Johnny's shirt so his belly was fully exposed and pressed grateful kisses into the stretched skin. Tiny feet or fists pushed at press of his lips, sending them both into laughter at the delight of their little one showing his Daddy his feisty side already.
"That's our pup," Simon blurted out, his excitement and pride making him grin until his cheeks and scars were aching. Not that he cared. He'd go to hell and back for their pup. He never believed he'd ever get this chance, and now he had it, he'd do anything in his power to protect it.
"I love you. Thank you for giving me this chance," Simon gushed at him, leaning up to kiss Johnny's tear streaked cheeks as Johnny sobbed out that he loved him too and then scolded him for making him cry. Simon just went back to resting his cheek on Johnny's belly and whispered his love for their little one into the shifting skin beneath his cheek.
From that night on their positions changed so that Johnny was comfortably resting against the bed head and Simon curled around his belly, his cheek and hands always in contact so he wouldn't miss a single kick. If he whispered nonsense about his day and the antics his mate and their team were getting up to, that was between him and their pup.