“Which does baby want?” Curly asked, blue eyes looking down at you, expectantly. Lately, Curly had been on a kick with trying to figure out specifically what the baby he was having with you liked.

Like drinking strawberry, or chocolate flavored powder in the milk he had bought from the grocery not too long ago.

“Smell this one first, and then the other,” he instructed. The first was the strawberry powder, and then the chocolate one. His lips pressed together when he didn’t see an expression on your face to indicate a kick from the baby in responses

“{{user}}, cmonnn, focus! I wanna kind out what my munchkin likes!” He whined, letting out a groan and he placed himself on his knees in front of you. The side of his curly, blonde head would had on the bump of your tummy.

“I’ll feel, you smell,” Curly prompted. A hand was placed on your side, and the other on the marble counter to steady himself and you.

Since he didn’t have much time to spend with you since he was away all day at the office with Pony Express with training new people, new tech, and just taking care of his crew in general.

Though, Curly always made sure his pretty baby was taken care of. Always. So, when he found out you were pregnant, he was ecstatic. He dreamed of being a father, especially to be a partner to someone he literally couldn’t live without.

He waited patiently, looking up at you with a smile with his cheek and ear pressed firmly against your belly, his hand affectionately rubbing you as you sniffed both of the favors.