Round 3

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Welcome to the BBC The Musketeers kink meme

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Comments

Fill Making a family 35

[(Anonymous)]

With the baby so active, and so big, Aramis was struggling to sleep, and often found himself getting out of bed in the night to waddle about the apartment, especially going into the nursery to knit and sew last minute baby clothes while surounded by the unborn babies toys and clothes and crib.

Many a morning Porthos would awaken to find the bed empty, go into the nursery to find Aramis asleep in the rocker his knitting or sewing resting on his pregnant belly as he slumbered peacefully.

This sight of this always made Porthos beam with pride and joy, to see his heavily pregnant mate sleeping contentedly in the nursery that would soon house their son or daughter.

He knew it would not be long until he saw Aramis in that rocking chair holding the baby to his breast to nurse him or her, something Athos had described to him as making him feel a mixture of pride, over whelming love, and a deep primal urge to protect his family from all danger.

Once the stitches were out, and the pain had lessoned, d`Artagnan had proven true to his defiant Gascon nature and refused to remain in confinment, saying there was little point since he had not even given birth in confinement so why bother with it now?.

Both Porthos and Aramis had been nearly hysterical with laughter when the two had come to the garrison the first time, shortly before Aramis took his confinement.

D`Artagnan had walked into the garrison proudly holding Chris in his arms dressed in a darling warm woolen dress, and wrapped in a crochet blanket with a bonnet on his head.
Looking calm and serene, while Athos had fretted and scuttled about them clucking like a hen with concern!.

Even Treville had snorted with amusment over the over protective actions of his lieutenant, whom he`d ordered to training just to keep him from bursting a blood vessel with worry!, while d`Artagnan sat at the table watching with little Chris snug in his arms, and then in Aramis`s who positivly melted over the baby boy, cooing and caressing him in delight.

Old Serge came out to see Chris, taking him in his arms and chucking his chin with a gnarled finger, declaring him a fine lad and future Musketeer.

Porthos had no doubt that his own son or daughter would be greeted with as much adoration and delight as Chris.
Also that he would be just as protective as Athos was, and would proberly glower and glare at those who held his child aside from Aramis.

Aramis had taken surprisingly well to his confinement.

Keeping himself entertained with books, sewing and knitting, and sleeping in short cat naps, since his frequent need to piss had him getting up and down during the night preventing him from getting a full nights sleep
"It`s practise for when the baby comes!" he declared "So I`ll be use to not sleeping!".

While he liked to measure his belly himself, or have Porthos do it, to see the Fundel height, he had refused to have his waist, or lack there of measured after it had passed over forty two inches!, and that had been nearly two months ago, he did`nt want to know what it was now and prefered ti simply see how well the baby was growing instead.

None of his breeches fit anymore, not even the ones that were let out with extra panels sewn in, and Aramis frankly prefered the loose fitting night shirts that flowed over his body, they were cooler and far more comfortable.

Since d`Artagnan had forgone his onw confinement, he took to coming round to see Aramis daily with Chris, so Porthos could go to the garrison or the market and Aramis was not alone at all.

In truth Porthos rather feared a premature labour or something going wrong, he had seen it all to often growing up in the court, starting with his own mother.