PruCan MPREG: Here I Am 29

Alfred sat on his bed quietly, watching the empty bed across from him. His school was a big strong and wealthy one so the dorm rooms were a fair size bigger than he had expected when he had first visited the campus. But now it felt so cramped and small. He avoided the room because every move he made seemed to bring him to something relating to his ex.
Ivan was rarely there but Alfred could always feel his presence. But today, he couldn't avoid him. He needed to confront him, whether he wanted to talk or not.
This proved to be troubling task because Ivan would usually get back after Alfred was asleep so the American had to fight his fatigue as he waited for the taller man to get back. The clock was pushing midnight by the time Ivan stepped in.
He looked around surprised to see the lights on but only glanced at Alfred before taking off his boots and crossing to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Alfred could see his back from his perch, the man's scarf trailing down between his shoulder blades and the firm rear in his pants. Alfred just wanted him to turn, to take Alfred in his arms and throw him down on the bed in a loving embrace. Now, however, if anything like that should happen, it would more likely be because one of them snapped and was trying to strangle the other to death.
Alfred swallowed hard and dug his fingers deeper into his bed sheets. "Ivan..."
The Russian man turned his head slightly. He had his toothbrush lodged in his mouth. "Hm?"
Alfred stared right at the eye sliver that he received from that angle. "We need to talk."
Ivan didn't respond and continued brushing. Alfred waited for him to finish before bringing it up again.
"I want to talk to you, Ivan. Please don't ignore me."
Ivan began to undress for bed and Alfred blushed, trying not to glance at his rigid abdominal muscles. When Ivan was finished changing into a tank top and pyjama pants, he laid down on his bed, facing away from Alfred.
Alfred frowned. "Say something."
"Go to bed, Alfred. It's late."
Alfred furrowed his eyebrows. Then he scooted forward on his bed and kicked Ivan's back.
"Stop."
He kicked him again.
"Alfred."
He kicked once more but this time Ivan turned over quickly, grabbed his ankle and yanked him to the floor. Alfred landed on his butt with a thud.
"Ow..."
Ivan simply stared at him. "What do you want, Alfred?"
"We can't keep living like this..." Alfred said looking down and scooting back up against his bed.
"Then stop kicking me."
"That's not what I meant."
Ivan looked away again. "You're right. We can't keep living like this. That's why I talked to the dorm supervisor to get different rooms."
"You what?" Alfred stood up quickly. "Why?!"
"You just said we can't live like this so we might as well get separate rooms," Ivan said.
"But that's not..." Alfred's lip trembled. "We should try...to fix us..."
"I can't be in a relationship with someone who is ashamed of who they are."
"I'm not ashamed!" Alfred snarled, balling his fists. "You know why I can't come out! If my parents found out, they'd disown me which means they'd also stop paying for college and I'd be broke and homeless, let alone rejected and broken-hearted! They're my parents, Ivan!"
"All the more reason. If they were truly your parents and truly loved you, they'd accept you. If not, they don't deserve to be your parents."
Alfred bit his lip and looked down, slowly easing himself to the floor again. He was fighting tears so hard that he wanted to tape his eyes shut.
"Ivan... I can't do this without you..." he muttered, pulling his knees to his face and wrapping his arms around them.
Ivan ground his teeth and glanced back at Alfred. "You’re a grown man, Alfred. You'll have to learn to do things on your own."
Right then, Alfred gave up. He started sobbing quietly. He couldn't hide it any longer.
Ivan suddenly smiled at him. "Go home, Alfred. You have no right studying here."
"I have every right..." Alfred mumbled.
"Nyet. You're here studying law. It's no place for you. No one will want a crybaby lawyer. Go home, da?"
"I can't..."
"You can!" Ivan's smile disappeared instantly. "You can go home. And if not there, you can find an apartment, or a house. I can't. I can't go home. You think your parents don't love you? My entire country doesn't love me!"
Alfred looked up frowning. "You're bringing up that shit again? That's just a stupid government decision; it's going to pass. Don't make this about you."
"About me?" Ivan chuckled. "Everything is always about you! You’re so obsessively self-centered. If anyone disowns you, it's for that, not your sexuality."
Alfred was silenced. He simply got up and climbed into bed, turned towards the wall. "You're right. I'm a self-centered ignorant bastard. I'm sorry I disturbed your life."
Ivan just grunted and rolled over again. After a few minutes, his breathing deepened and Alfred knew he was asleep. Unlike him, Alfred couldn't catch a wink of sleep that night.

The next morning, Gilbert woke up a little surprised to see the back of the blond head sleeping beside him. But soon he remembered what had happened the night before and frowned a little. Gently, he placed a kiss on Matthew's cheek and rubbed his arm. The golden blond emitted a muffled sigh and rolled over only to snuggle up closer to Gilbert. The albino chuckled and blushed a little, putting an arm around Matthew and rubbing his back. The blond's little belly was rubbing up against Gilbert's stomach and it tickled a little. He lowered a hand to it and rubbed a little, feeling the taught skin that held life beyond it. Gilbert really hoped that Matthew's bellybutton would pop out before the birth because he was positive it would look really cute. He didn't feel anything move but he didn't expect it since Matthew was only about four months along. How many weeks was that? Eighteen? Gilbert couldn't remember.
Soon, the Canadian was waking up. Gilbert smiled and lay down again to watch him. Matthew yawned and blinked his eyes a few times before rubbing them and gazing sleepily at Gilbert.
"Morning, Birdie," Gilbert said, caressing his cheek.
Matthew stared at him half-consciously. "...Birdie?"
"Sorry," Gilbert said, blushing a little. "Freudian slip. I usually greet Gilbird in the morning that way." He stroked a hand over Matthew's hair. "Although... It kind of suits you..."
"Mmmn..." Matthew closed his eyes again. "I guess that's okay..."
"Ja?" Gilbert chuckled. "Then I'll stick to it. Birdie."
Matthew smiled a little, still not fully awake. Gilbert decided to let him be and got up to get changed. Despite their little roadblock the before, he was feeling rather pleased with himself, getting Matthew to his bed. Being so close to him felt good and he really felt like Matthew trusted him.
Gilbert could smell that Francis was up and making breakfast so he gently rubbed Matthew's shoulder again.
Matthew moaned and brushed his hand away. "...What..."
"Breakfast," Gilbert said in a song like voice.
"...Five minutes..."
"Alright."
Gilbert turned to go but was held back by a lazy arm holding his pant leg.
"Gil..." Matthew mumbled looking away. "I'm sorry about last night..."
Gilbert shook his head. "Don't sweat it, Matt. I love you."
The hand let go and Gilbert stepped out into the hall. Then a weight fell upon him as he realised what he had just said.
I love you? Gilbert, du Dummkopf... Scheiße!