Two Ferals and a Bump

Chatper 3: Month 2 Part 1

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A few weeks later:

Logan’s gut was only getting bigger and bigger. His clothes were not fitting anymore. He was out of bed, getting ready for the day Logan had gotten a pair of jeans out of the dresser he had nad put them on. He pulled them up and went to button, but they wouldn’t button. He scowled and tried stretching the button and hole so they would button! He gave a snarl of frustration and gave up! He was home all the time, so fuck it, he’d walk around with them unbuttoned. He grabbed a white shirt and pulled that on, growling some when it was riding up his stomach.

He walked out of his and Victor’s room barefoot, heading to the kitchen to get himself some coffee then he planned on going for a walk outside and maybe even do a little sparring with Victor. He needed it so he could get rid of this belly he had on him. He made the coffee then sniffed the air, seeing if Victor was around. The scent was old, maybe by a few hours. He must have gone hunting again. That’s what he did at some point during the day so they would have fresh meat every day for their meals.

Logan walked to the front door and walked outside, closing the door behind him. He smiled at the crisp morning air. He gave a small happy sigh. He love mornings when the sun was just peaking over the horizon and when the birds would chirp their morning songs. Logan then heard a tha-thump. He frowned, looking around the trees, trying to see what made that sound. He couldn’t see anything unusual. He heard it again, tha-thump. He shook his head, deeming it to be an animal or lumberjack or something. As long as it didn’t come any closer to the cabin, he didn’t care.

Logan then looked into the distance, seeing Victor pop out of the woods with a handful of rabbits over his shoulder. Logan smiled as Victor walked up to him and nuzzled him then kissed him. Logan kissed back. Victor pulled him into a hug and Logan hugged him back. They pulled away and Logan looked at Victor who smirked back at him.

“Want some rabbit for breakfast?” he asked.

“Yeah,” he grinned.

They both headed inside and Victor amde them breakfast. Logan was sitting at the table with his coffee, sipping from it. Since he came inside, he could still hear the tha-thump sound he heard earlier, but he was tuning it out. Victor on the other hand was noticing the sound and wondered what the fuck it was. He turned his head to Logan.

“What the fuck is that sound?”

“What sound?”

“This thumpin’ sound.”

Logan shrugged up at him. “I dunno. I thought it mighta been comin’ from somewhere in the woods.”

“How long have ya been hearin’ it?” he wondered if maybe he didn’t hear it earlier and why he was hearing it now.

“Few minutes before ya came back.”

Victor frowned in thought. “Well it seems ta not be goin’ away at all.”

“I was thinkin’ it was an animal or someone out there in the woods cutting down trees or somethin’.”

“Probably,” Victor shrugged. “But I’ll tell ya one thin’, it’s getting really fuckin’ annoyin’.”

“Try ta tune it out, Vic.”

“Little hard ta.”

“That’s what I’m doin’.”

Victor growled and he tried to do so, but was finding it hard to.

“Want ta go spar for awhile after breakfast?” Logan asked.

“Yeah, maybe yer enormous gut will slim down,” Victor smirked, causing Logan to scowl.

“It ain’t enormous!” he growled.

“Suuuuuure,” he laughed.

Logan growled again and chucked his now empty mug at Victor’s head, watching it smash against his head. Victor scowled and snarled, whipping around. That fucking hurt!

“Watch it, ya fuckin’ runt!”

“Why don’t ya make me, ya fuckin’ pussy!”

“I’m gonna make ya alright!” he turned off the stove and ran at Logan.

Logan got up and ran off, going outside, not wanting their kitchen to be a wreck when they were done fighting. Victor ran after him on all fours and  pounced at him, grabbing him by his legs and he sunk his fangs into his ankle. Logan snarled, glaring and he went and punched his head, trying to get him to let go. Victor gave a growl at him, letting go, and backed off a little. Logan’s punches hurt since his bones were laced with metal.

They fought for about half an hour before Victor grabbed hold of him in a headlock and wouldn’t let go of him The tha-thump that they had tuned out while fighting was now louder. Victor growled at the fucking anoying sound as Logan was trying to get free. Where the fuck was that sound coming from! It acutally sounded like a heartbeat now that Victor thought about it. Victor looked down at Logan, hearing his heart beating rather fast from their fighting. The he could hear a much slower, calm heartbeat. His own heartbeat was fast so it wasn’t his. And it was very close so it couldn’t be an animal or human in the distance.

Victor glanced down at him, using his acute hearing to try and pinpoint the heartbeat. His eyes traveled down to Logan’s gut. He blinked. Why would it be comin’ from his gut? He thought. He let go of Logan and Logan was about to attack when Victor stopped him, grabbing his arms.

“Stop, I think I know where the heartbeat is comin’ from.”

Logan blinked and scowled. “Why would I care?!”

Victor let go of him and put his ear to Logan’s gut, listening. “Because it’s comin’ from yer gut.”

Logan looked down at him, confused. “What? How. . .what?!” he was so confused. “But then that would mean. . .”

“That yer pregnant,” Vicotr finihed his sentence, standing back up.

Logan looked down at his belly and shook his head. “Fuck.”