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Title: It’s Baby talk!
Series: It’s… a series of pregnancy drabbles, inspired by our own forthcoming happy event!
Unbeta’d because it’s so short! (Only 288 words!)
Genre: MPreg – this one has…er… naughty overtones, although it’s actually very innocent!
Rodney placed his hands on his hips and sighed exaggeratedly.
“How’s my little girl then?” John cooed, hands grasping Rodney’s waist and his face pressed up against Rodney’s extended belly. “Is she all nice and snug and warm in there? It must be getting quite cramped by now! I bet you have lovely eyes just like your…”
“JOHN!” Rodney yelled.
“She can hear you, you know!”
“I know, that’s why I’m talking to her!”
“Yes, but it’s… it’s baby talk! I hope you’re not going to talk like that to her after she’s born!”
“Let’s face it! This child will be a genius… that’s a given, she’ll probably also be a daredevil flygirl, but she will not… I repeat – NOT do that irritating goo-goo thing! She will speak in full sentences and express herself clearly!”
“Yeah… but I reckon it’ll take a couple of years before she gets to that stage!” John grinned.
“Talking to her like she’s an imbecile will only impede her progress!”
“No it won’t… will it, Princess?” John addressed Rodney’s tummy again. “She’s too clever to be taken in by that. You’ll be a lovey-dovey little cutie-pie, won’t you!”
“Besides… you got down on your knees for a reason!”
“Yes… ‘oh!’” Rodney griped. “Now get on with it!”
Rodney looked down at his lover’s wonderful, messy hair as John bent his head to his task and he huffed, “Finally!”
“You’re welcome!” John’s muffled voice drifted up sarcastically.
“Well, you try tying your shoe laces every five seconds with a stupid great baby in your tummy!”
* 'it's' series - pregancy drabbles,
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