DenNor MPREG: Circumstances 13

Hiding the pregnancy was beginning to become difficult for Lukas. Mathias didn’t understand why he wanted to hide it in the first place since he worked from home and barely went out much anyway. What he didn’t factor in was all the video messages he had to do with not only his boss but his mother too.
Lukas and Emil's mother was an interesting case to say the very least. Lukas felt that it was her own narcissism that drove their fathers away. Everything had to be what she wanted and her way and if others didn’t follow her orders then they didn’t love her, she claimed. What they wore, what they watched, what they played with, how their hair looked was all dictated by her. Some of it, sure, seemed normal for young children but this continued on through Lukas's teenage years. She controlled who he dated too and who could be his friends. Mathias had been lucky enough that his family was in favour with hers or else he likely would have not made the bill as Lukas's best friend, let alone lover.
Don’t get her wrong, she supported Lukas's sexuality, and would likely for Emil if she knew, however she seemed to treat it like her own accomplishment. Ever since they were young, she would groom her sons to be more feminine and where she likely felt that she’d helped them express their true selves, Lukas was pretty sure she had simply always wanted daughters so they could be carbon copies of herself. This is why Lukas didn’t tell her about his pregnancy, knowing she would likely be overjoyed to find that her son was like her in one more way.
And this is why a large delivery arrived for them a couple weeks into April.
“A…treadmill?” Mathias asked as he signed for the parcel at the local courier.
Lukas was fuming in a corning of the room, arms crossed, foot tapping. “We should send it back.”
“Send it back?” Mathias tilted his head. “But it’s free and it looks like a really good one… We could even sell it if you want.”
“It’s just one big insult,” Lukas said grinding his teeth. “I Skyped her a week ago and she was ‘concerned’ that I wasn’t getting enough exercise with work from home.”
“I mean… Are you?” Mathias asked sheepishly.
Lukas threw him an icy glare. “That’s not the point. She saw this…” He motioned with both hands to his stomach. “…and she thinks I’m getting fat.”
“Then why don’t we share the big news?” Mathias asked smirking.
Lukas crossed his arms tighter. “Because she’d love that.”
Mathias’s eyes narrowed. “…And that’s not a good thing?”
“You don’t understand. She’d think I’m becoming the daughter she’s always wanted. She’d probably even tell me to transition to…‘make things easier’ or something stupid like that.”
Mathias sighed. “Well…I want to keep the treadmill. If you don’t want to use it, I will.”
“When? You have almost no time between sleeping and working now…” Lukas grumbled.
“I can find time. I still workout with Ber on Sundays.” Mathias approached him and placed both hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders. “And I’m not saying you’re fat but the cardio probably would be good for the baby if you tried it.”
Lukas turned up his nose. “You can do whatever you want with it but I don’t want to use an insult like that. If you think someone’s fat, you don’t send them a treadmill unannounced.”
Mathias smiled. “So we can keep it?”
Lukas rolled his eyes and started heading out. “Fine, but I’m not helping get it into the car. I’m pregnant.”
“No problem!”