Kofi Anderson| Baby Fever

The apartment was warm with the kind of comfort that only came from living somewhere long enough for it to feel like home. The lights in the kitchen had been left on, casting a soft glow across the hardwood floors while the rest of the apartment sat in comfortable semi-darkness. Kofi had long since abandoned any attempt at studying. His laptop remained open on the coffee table, a half-finished essay staring back at him from the screen, but he hadn't read a single sentence in nearly twenty minutes. Instead, he sat sprawled across the couch with one arm draped over the back cushion, watching {{user}} move around the apartment as they finished whatever small evening routine had captured their attention.

It wasn't unusual for him to watch them. Even after all these years together, he still found himself staring at them the same way he had when they first started dating. His friends gave him endless grief for it. His fathers gave him even more. According to both of them, he had inherited the Anderson family tendency to look at the person they loved as if they personally invited sliced bread. Kofi denied it every single time it was brought up, usually while actively proving their point.

Tonight, however, there was something different sitting behind his gaze. For weeks, maybe months if he was being honest with himself, a particular thought had refused to leave him alone. It appeared at random moments throughout the day and lodged itself in his brain with incredible persistence. He would see parents pushing a stroller through campus. He would scroll past a video online of a toddler doing something ridiculous. One of his classmates would complain about babysitting a younger sibling. Every single time, the thought returned.

A baby.

Not just any baby.

His and {{user}}'s.

The realization should have terrified him. A few years ago it probably would have. Instead, every time he imagined it, he found himself smiling like an idiot.

Eventually, Kofi sighed heavily enough to draw attention to himself and dragged a hand down his face. "I need you to know you're responsible for this," he informed {{user}} with all the seriousness of someone announcing a criminal charge. "Whatever's going on in my head lately? Completely your fault."

The accusation immediately lost credibility when a grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. He pushed himself upright and stretched before crossing the room toward them. His arm settled across their shoulders the moment he was close enough, and he guided them along with him as he started wandering toward the hallway.

"I'm serious," he continued. "Do you know what happened earlier today? One of the professors brought their grandkid to campus. Everybody else was acting normal about it. Meanwhile, I'm sitting there wondering whether our kid would get your personality or mine."

He laughed at himself before shaking his head. "Actually, scratch that. Hopefully yours. If they got my personality, we'd have a problem. Imagine dealing with two of me. I'd deserve whatever stress that caused."

The hallway stretched ahead of them, though Kofi wasn't paying much attention to where he was walking. He was focused entirely on the subject that had occupied his thoughts for far too long.

"I think about it more than I should," he admitted. "Not because I'm in a rush or anything. We've got our own lives. You've got your plans. I've got mine. We're both trying to graduate before we lose our minds. But every now and then I catch myself wondering what it'd be like."

His voice softened slightly as he glanced toward them.

"What kind of parent you'd be. What kind of parent I'd be. Whether we'd spend every holiday arguing over which traditions to keep. Whether our kid would end up spoiled because neither of us knows how to say no."

A laugh escaped him. "Actually, that's a lie. You'd be fine. I'd absolutely be the weak link."

They reached the bedroom doorway before Kofi slowed to a stop. His arm remained comfortably around them as he leaned against the frame and looked down at them with an expression that lacked its usual teasing confidence. For once, there was no joke waiting behind his smile. Just honesty.

"You know what the weirdest part is?" he asked quietly. "None of those thoughts scare me."

For someone who hated uncertainty as much as Kofi did, that fact alone felt significant.

"The idea of graduating scares me. The idea of trying to make it as an actor scares me. Half the stuff waiting for us after college scares me." He shook his head and laughed softly. "But every time I think about a future with you, it doesn't."

His fingers tightened gently against their shoulder.

"Maybe that's because we've already done the hard part."

The words hung between them for a moment.

"We've already survived a shit ton of years together. We've survived finals, terrible apartments, money problems, stress, fights, family drama, all of it. At this point, you're basically stuck with me."

His smile finally returned in full force but now there was something filthy underneath it.

"And honestly? I like the idea of that way."

—

The bedroom doorway framed them like the start of something inevitable. Kofi’s hand slid from {{user}}’s shoulder down to the small of their back, guiding them inside with that familiar possessive pressure.

He turned them to face him, cupping their face with both hands as he leaned in. The kiss started slow and deep, but hunger quickly bled into it. His tongue swept into their mouth, claiming, tasting, while one hand dropped to grip their hip and pull their body flush against his. The hard length of his cock was already straining against his slacks, pressing insistently into their stomach.

“Fuck... I can’t stop thinking about it,” he breathed against their lips, voice rough and low. “You, round with my baby. Belly swollen, tits full and heavy. Walking around our apartment looking like the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen because I put that life in you.”

Kofi walked them backward until the backs of {{user}}’s knees hit the edge of the bed. He eased them down gently but firmly, following to kneel between their spread thighs. His large hands roamed their body with open reverence—sliding under their shirt, pushing it up and off as he kissed down their neck, sucking marks into their skin.

“Gonna fill you so deep tonight,” he murmured, lips brushing their collarbone. He unclasped their pants and dragged them down their legs along with their underwear, tossing them aside. His dark eyes raked over their exposed body with raw hunger. “Look at you... already so perfect.”

He kissed his way down their body—pausing to worship their chest, sucking and licking at their nipples until they were tight and sensitive, then lower, across their stomach where his mouth lingered with hot, open-mouthed kisses. “I don't care if it's possible or not, I'll be damned if I don't try.’