Andrew wondered if any of the rooms in this place had been marked safe from the terror that Maxwell and Andrew had inflicted on this house.
They'd been everywhere, fucked on everything, and that realisation should have made Andrew embarrassed. Instead, there was a small part of him that overwhelmed the embarrassment with…pride.
There was no way that Maxwell wasn't carrying their child now.
It was obvious. He'd made the man cum a lot when he was fucking him. Any baby would be pleased with that. Hell, he might have even put two babies in Maxwell.
A handful, of course, but Andrew would take the time off to support his hubby. He'd be a stay at home dad in a heartbeat if it meant that Maxwell would carry his children. He'd do anything for the man.
Anything to the man as well.
