Lwj is working from home in his office when he hears his pregnant...

Immediately the little pitter patter of feet on the hard floor echo outside his office, and then the door opens.
Lwj turns in his chair. “Are you hiding, A-Yuan?”
“He will find you no matter what,” lwj informs his son.
“No. Mama can’t find me here.”
“Mn. Okay.”
He’ll let his son believe what he wants. Lwj knows wwx will find him in less than
Despite being pregnant, wwx is still capable of a lot of things. Including tracking down their child.
Lwj turns back around to continue his work while his son hides. He occasionally feels small chubby fingers touching his feet.
When lwj turns back around, he’s greeted by the sight of wwx standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his small baby bump. His silver eyes are narrowed in suspect of his husband.
“Where is he?”
“Where is who, my love?” Lwj throws back innocently.
“Don’t play dumb, mister.” wwx wags a finger at him. “Where’s the little monster?”
wwx exhales through his nose and steps forward to pinch at his husbands cheek. “I know you’re hiding him, Lan Zhan! Don’t make your pregnant wife angry!”
“My pregnant wife is sexy when angry,” lwj murmurs into his clothed skin.
“Ah?” wwx lets out a harrumph. “That’s my line, Mr. Lan.”
But it seems the tables have turned with this next pregnancy.
Lwj thinks it’s hot. He likes to ravish his wife when he gets like that.
This time is no different.
wwx hums softly and leans closer, his eyes going half-lidded, pink plump lips parting seductively.
lwj goes in thinking he’s about to get a kiss, but instead his wife dodges it and pulls at his ear harshly instead.
“Reveal your son or no everyday for a week!”
Ah. I’m sorry A-Yuan, lwj thinks.
“He’s under the table,” lwj confesses with no hesitation.
“Diedie, nooooo!” A-Yuan’s muffled voice shrieks under the desk.
Lwj hums with content and leans into his wife. wwx strokes the top of his husbands head while beckoning their son out.
“Come on A-Yuan, you still have to eat your lunch.”
“I don’t wanna!”
“Umm...” A-Yuan purses his lips. “I’ll go eat.”
A laugh spills from wwx’s lips in amusement. “Okay baobao. Go sit at the table, mama will be there soon.”
“Okay!”
“Bring him to eat in here,” lwj says.
“Are you sure? Last time we did that he spilt juice on your laptop.”
wwx giggles. “No juice,” he echoes.
Lwj kisses at his belly once more and pulls away. “Do you want help?”
wwx huffs and holds the swell of his belly.
Lwj deadpans at him. “You love my big strong muscles.”
His wife’s cheeks go pink, and then his eyes dart down to lwj’s biceps, clad in only a short sleeved t-shirt.
Lwj pinches at his bubbly ass cheek before he gets too far, and delights when wwx yelps.
“Lan Zhan, you perv’!”
“If I see it, I must touch it.”
“Ass!” A-Yuan shouts after.
“No! Don’t repeat that, A-Yuan!”
Lwj huffs with fondness for his family and amusement. He loves them, so, so much,
// fin. Hope you enjoyed mamaxian/milfxian and dadji ~
I seriously need to write them more again, I miss em 🥺💕
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