Page 103 of A Little Bit Naughty

The past eight months of Isaac going off testosterone had been full of emotional ups and downs. He’d been distraught when he started menstruating again, even though he knew it was necessary. Remi had also seen him studying his chin in the mirror more than once, apparently worried that his beard was thinning. Remi just tried to shower him with love, no matter what.

“Excited? Weird? I mean… everyone’s going to know I’m trans. And some people aren’t going to understand. Remember that lady who called me the mom? It’s just so… I don’t want to be a woman. Not ever.”

The woman had been reading back his blood test results over the phone and hadn’t met him, but there was a real chance that it would happen again. And it would likely—and rightfully—upset Isaac every time.

Remi rubbed his back. “You’re a seahorse Daddy, remember? And Victor was saying that everyone just thought he had a beer belly. People only need to know if we tell them.” Victor was their midwife—who just happened to be a transman who’d given birth himself. Finding him had been a godsend.

Isaac took a deep breath. “OK, you’re right. I think I forgot a little bit. I’m so excited about the baby, and I really want to chestfeed, but I don’t want my chest to look funny. Do my cheeks look rounder?”

Ah, that’s what he’d been studying. “Your cheeks look kissable. I always think you look like some rosy cheeked boy from a Norman Rockwell painting. But do they look rounder? I don’t think so, but I would love you if they did. I mean, it’s really not a problem for me if you look younger and cuter. And you can start T the moment the baby comes out.”

Isaac collapsed on his shoulder. “Alright, sorry I’m freaking out. And… God, Remi. Everything in our lives is going to change.”

They’d already worked it all out, how Isaac would take off a few months when the baby came, and then Remi would take a semester off to stay home before sending the little one off to daycare. But that probably wasn’t what Isaac was worried about right now. In fact, they’d had all of these conversations before, with varying degrees of excitement and fear, mostly depending on Isaac’s level of dysphoria. It seemed pretty high right now.

“My baby boy? What would you think about some playtime right now? I think that would be good for both of us.”

“Please, Daddy.” Isaac went limp in his arms, like all the stress that had been holding him up whooshed right out.

“Let’s go get your play clothes, then. C’mon. Upstairs.”

Isaac clung to Remi as they walked up, like he was afraid Remi would disappear. Remi whisked him right into the playroom, now that he’d added a door for it to open right into the hall. He supposed they’d have to start locking it once their little one got to be quite a bit older, or maybe even reconsider how they used the different rooms… but that day was a long way off.

Right now, he just needed to take care of his boy. In the playroom, Izzy seemed almost dazed as Remi stripped him of his clothes and laid him back on the daybed. He didn’t even seem to notice that he was completely naked on the dinosaur sheets.

Remi didn’t hesitate in grabbing a diaper and nudging Izzy to lift his hips so he could tape it on. He went for an easier pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt instead of a onesie that would take longer to put on.

“Come here, sweet boy.” Holding Izzy by the hand, he led him to the wide armchair with the hidden rockers. He settled him onto his lap, and Izzy instantly untucked Remi’s shirt from his pants, pushed it up to his armpits, and latched on. Remi dealt with the tangle of buttons high on his chest, then just focused on watching his boy.

He didn’t know how long they rocked, the gentle motions and soothing sucking lulling them both. It felt close and sweet, and also gave Remi time to process all of his feelings.

Mostly, he felt an overwhelming glow of joy. Right now, Izzy was carrying their baby in his body. He’d buried that desire for so long, then gone through the months of ups and downs as Izzy went off testosterone so they could begin trying in earnest. In other circumstances, Remi would have liked to be more relaxed about trying, but it felt like every month without T was a ticking clock for Izzy. So in some ways, he was already looking forward to the pregnancy being over.

But for the next eight months… He just didn’t have words for how much he was looking forward to rubbing Isaac’s tired feet or taking him for the first ultrasound. He had so many plans for making sure Isaac had all of the nutrition he needed—though he was generally a healthy eater—and making late night trips for ice cream or whatever his boy needed. He’d made some of those trips before for his sisters, but now they’d be for his very own boy.

He also couldn’t wait to feel Isaac’s belly swell. He knew that Isaac was going to have mixed feelings about it, but for him it was all magical. This little life that was part of both of them. How Isaac was going to look so damn cute in his onesies with his round belly protruding.

It probably didn’t make any logical sense, but he’d discovered that he had a pregnancy fetish, and somehow that didn’t seem incompatible with age play at all.

He glanced toward the corner of the room where a toy crib held two baby dolls. Everything about the crib, and the dolls inside it, was in shades of blue and green. It was as close as Remi could come to designing a crib that was explicitly coded for a little boy, and Izzy loved it. Singing to his babies, putting them down for naps, feeding them in the small wooden high chair… Izzy could lose himself for hours and Remi often found himself down on the floor, too, holding one doll while Izzy held the other.

The game was called “Daddy and Papa,” and it let them both spin out all sorts of fantasies about their future.

Recently, Izzy had even been scrunching up one of the dolls under his shirt and announcing that he was pregnant. He’d walk around, proudly rubbing his belly and getting Remi to rub it, too.

The little minx knew that just talking about that round belly made Remi as hard as a rock. There was just something so innocent about it, and dirty at the same time. Daddy had gotten his baby boy pregnant, claiming him for his own.

Isaac did not have a pregnancy fetish, but he humored Remi about it when he wasn’t feeling dysphoric. So this whole thing would be an adventure for both of them.

Right now, he was just enjoying holding his darling boy close, content in the knowledge that his presence could bring him peace.

Some indeterminable time later, Izzy blinked up at him and stretched his arms from their cramped position.

“Hi, baby boy.”

Izzy smiled up at him. “Da-da.”

Oh, so he was very little then. “Are you hungry, baby boy? Want Dada to make you a bottle?”