Andley Pregnancy Part 1

Andy's P.O.V

Me and Ash were lying on the sofa together, watching a documentary on a pregnant man.
"That couldn't really happen," I said, I felt my outlaw rub my back.
"Well it must be true if they made a documentary about it," he replied, I snuggled closer.
"Would you ever do something like that?" I asked, his hands stroked my hair.
"I haven't really gave the idea much thought but I suppose so," he murmured. My eyes drifted closed, I felt Ash pull me on top of him, biting my lip I rubbed cheekily against him.
"Again?" I asked, in mock disbelief.
"Yes, again," he replied.
"But we've already done that four times today," I teased.
"Five a day keeps the doctor away," he grinned at me
"That's fruit, not sex," I teased.
"Same thing, I can't be bothered to explain," he mumbled.
I laughed and let him kiss me.

*****
   I woke up in the morning feeling incredibly sick, I wasn't going to be sick, I wasn't, I wasn't. I chanted desperately to myself, it was no good, feeling my tummy lurch I ran to the bathroom. I loudly threw up, rousing my outlaw.
"Baby?" he called. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Peachy!" I called back, sarcasm dripping from my words.
"No need to be sarcastic," he said, appearing by the door frame.
"There is a great need," I muttered, as he flushed the chain and bundled me into his arms. He got back into bed with me, pulling he covers over us. "Be warned, I have icky breath,"
"I don't care" he murmured, gently stroking my tummy, soothingly. I felt better already.
Sighing softly I closed my eyes again, dozing off in Ash's arms.