Parent-Teacher Conference

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Parent-Teacher Conference

By

Brimmingbelly04

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Fulleclipsehex

Down in the kitchen, Craig groaned and shook his head when he heard his fourteen year old son, Stevie start banging around upstairs. At least he knew he was up and getting ready for school, but why did he have to be so loud?!

If the forty-three year old father didn't have to tell his son at least ten times a day that he needed to be more mindful of how heavily he walked, how loud he talked, or how hard he closed drawers and doors, he considered it a good one. But like so many other messages Craig repeatedly attempted to deliver, this one had also yet to stick. He really needed it to though, and soon…

Why? Because in a few weeks, Stevie wasn't going to be an only child anymore. In a few weeks, Craig's happy “little” family of three was going to double in size.

***

Till three years ago, when he met his now husband, Fletcher, Craig had been a single father. He and Fletcher hit it off hard and fast, to the point Craig was finally excited to introduce his son to someone he was dating. He was so excited, he did so after only a month, which was quick, but not compared to how quickly Stevie and Fletcher ended up hitting it off…

Within minutes of meeting, the two were already thick as thieves. They connected on sports, just about every kind, because both Fletcher and Stevie (the latter especially) were rabid fans. Craig may've looked like a “dude's dude,” but sports, aside from weightlifting, had never really been his thing. The only reason he knew anything about them was because of Stevie's love for them, and all the practices and games he'd taken him to over the years.

Initially, Craig couldn't help but be jealous of his son and boyfriend's instant connection, but that quickly passed. He'd always wanted Stevie to have two parents to turn to and rely on, and if it got to the point when he and Fletcher were both game, then maybe Craig wouldn't have to go to, watch or hear about so many of them…

***

It did get to that point. After a year of dating, Fletcher and Craig got engaged. Naturally, Craig asked Stevie to be his best man, which he promptly agreed to be, on one condition… Because Stevie didn't want “Fletch” as he'd come to call him, to be hurt or jealous, he wanted to be his best man too.

And so it was.

Craig had done an excellent job as a single father, but once Fletcher was added into the mix, Stevie thrived. Even while beginning puberty, an awkward time for pretty much everyone, with Fletcher's additional help and support, Stevie became more outgoing, more confident and overall, just more comfortable in his own skin.

Craig was proud. Happy too…

Everyone was happy. After having a few conversations of their own, Fletch and Craig took Stevie to his favorite pizza place to have a talk. As much as they loved him and always would, they'd decided they wanted to have a child of their own, but before they did, they wanted to gauge Stevie's feelings and get his opinion.

In his excitement to say what he wanted to, Stevie almost choked on his third slice of pizza. He was all for their family getting bigger. Stevie shared that he'd always been jealous of his friends who had siblings, and had worried he never would, because…

“Sorry, guys…” he apologized through another mouthful. “I just wasn't sure you were gonna get around to it while there was still time,” he shrugged as he refocused on chewing.

“While there was still time..?” Fletch raised his brows.

“I just mean you and Dad aren't, what do they call it again? Summer hens?”

“Spring chickens,” Craig dryly corrected with a roll of his eyes. “He's calling us old, babe,” he said as he turned to Fletcher.

Before his husband could reply, his son did. “I'm gonna be considered old too, so don't feel bad!” Stevie shook his head. “I'm gonna be a lot older than my little brother or sister, but I don't care!” He proudly proclaimed. “Go for it while you still can!” The sometimes (such as right then and there,) too smart and cocky for his own good, eighth grader cheekily suggested.

Craig and Fletcher exchanged another glance. They probably should've “corrected” Stevie but both knew at that moment that the most important thing was that all of them were happy and excited.

Things were good. The happy husbands got even more excited knowing that now, they could start trying, but since they weren't summer hens/spring chickens anymore, maybe not after a night of greasy pizza and a shared pitcher of beer…

***

The guys usually “tried” when Stevie was spending the night at a friend's house. Even if they weren't crazy about the hosting kid, they still said yes, especially if Craig was ovulating.

One of the many times they'd gone at it like rabbits, paid off. Even though it'd been over a decade since he'd last been, and he'd yet to take a test, a couple weeks in, Craig just knew he was pregnant again. He kept his suspicion to himself for another week and then took half a dozen pregnancy tests which promised early results.

All six came back positive, so he told Fletcher, who ended up being more excited than him as he'd yet to experience the joys of actually being a father, even though he already very much considered Stevie to be his son.

Craig set up an appointment to see his doctor. Till they had medical confirmation of his condition, he and Fletcher decided to wait to share the good news with Stevie. This ended up being quite prudent because while still good, what they learned at the appointment wasn't what they'd been expecting…

***

At the age of forty-three, Craig had gotten pregnant with triplets. This meant not only was his pregnancy considered “geriatric,” but also “high risk.”

The news was surprising and a bit scary. Needless to say, initially, both Craig and Fletcher lost some of the excitement they'd built up as they tried to come to terms with everything.

Craig's doctor assured them that even though his second pregnancy came with a couple scary sounding qualifiers, given how fit he was and how he hadn't had any issues while pregnant with Stevie, he didn't expect there to be any problems this time around either. That being said, Craig and the babies would need to be monitored closely.

Already “officially” a father and having been pregnant once before, Craig came around faster than his husband. Fletcher remained in somewhat of a fog following the appointment as he considered the implications of having three children at once, rather than just one. Financially they’d be fine, but otherwise, some adjustments were definitely going to need to be made.

And then there was the matter of Stevie… How was he going to react when he found out he was going to go from no siblings, to having three? Neither Craig or Fletcher had given much thought to the possibility of having multiples, so it was even less likely the teen had.

“I'm gonna be forty-four by the time the… babies are born,” Fletcher realized aloud as they drove home following Craig's first prenatal exam.

“I won't be far behind you,” his husband replied. “You're only four months older than me.”

Fletcher sighed. “Triplets. At our age?!”

“I don't care what Stevie says, or that my pregnancy is classified as geriatric,” Craig shook his head and rolled his eyes. “We are not old!” He insisted. “Forty's the new thirty!”

“So they say…” Fletcher sighed again.

“We'll be fine.”

“I know we will,” he nodded. “Maybe I'll feel better after we tell Stevie and we know what he thinks. Then again, maybe not?” He shrugged. “He might get upset.”

“Well hopefully not because there's not much any of us can do about it except accept and get ready for it.”

***

They took Stevie out for pizza again to break the news. Craig allowed Fletcher the honor of sharing it. Fletcher took a big sip of his beer and then spilled the beans. As he did, Craig held his breath, feeling confident Stevie would take the surprise well, but not entirely so.

Fortunately, Stevie was elated. He whooped loudly, earning their table some attention, before he started excitedly rambling about how cool that was and how exciting it was going to be. Craig and Fletcher looked at each other, both grinning from ear to ear. Instantly, they were back to being as excited as they'd been when they first found out they were expecting.

Now that Stevie knew and was more than OK with it, Craig felt like a weight had been lifted. That wasn't going to be the case for long though…

Sooner than he was probably going to like, Craig was going to start packing the pregnancy pounds on again. He didn't want to think about that yet, but he already was, and rather rightfully so.

First off, he was expecting triplets this time, and neither he or Fletcher were small guys. Secondly, Craig was now middle-aged and while he was (presently) in excellent shape, the older he got, the harder it was to stay that way. Craig had been in even better shape before having Stevie, and he'd still gotten really big and round…

His now almost fourteen year old son had been a big baby, weighing in at just under 11 ½ lbs at birth. Stevie's above-average size had caused Craig's belly to do a lot of growing and stretching. As a result, the first-time dad felt like a flabby deflated balloon for the next several months.

While breastfeeding helped Craig shed pounds, it also caused his tits and nipples to bloat up even more than they had during his pregnancy. It took months of hard work at the gym to get back in shape, but this excluded his chest because he breastfed Stevie for the doctor-recommended eighteen months.

It wasn't till his firstborn turned three, another eighteen months since he'd been weaned, that the single dad got his pecs back, and his nipples “calmed down.” If it'd taken that long then, Craig knew getting back in shape again following his second pregnancy (if it was even going to be possible,) was going to take a lot, lot longer, and because much more difficult to accomplish.

But in the end, even if he never fully regained his hot, middle-aged “dad-bod,” it would be worth it. He and Fletcher would have their own children “one and done,” and Stevie would finally get to be the big brother he’d always wanted to be.

Things were good.

***

For the most part, things stayed that way. As the pregnancy progressed and Craig and the babies grew, Fletcher got more and more excited. Stevie did as well, till his dad started getting really big, then his tone changed a bit.

He started asking Fletch to take him to practices and games. Having been to plenty by then, Craig didn’t mind at all, happy to not have to sit on some uncomfortable bleachers. Craig didn't mind till he realized why he was no longer being asked to fulfill some of his fatherly duties…

Stevie was embarrassed.

He did his best not to admit it, but sometimes he slipped… One night, “everyone” was sitting around the kitchen table eating dinner.

“Is there any more chicken, babe?” Craig asked Fletcher.

Before he could stop himself, Stevie scoffed from across the table. “Seriously, Dad? Save some for Fletch and I!” He rolled his eyes.

Both Fletcher and his husband's eyebrows shot up, almost to their hairlines as they looked at each other. Craig opened mouth to retort, but Fletcher reached out and placed his hand on his arm.

“Seriously, Stevie?” He asked in a mocking but most definitely serious tone. “Your dad can have as much as he wants.”

Stevie huffed and rolled his eyes again. “He does every meal!”

“Stevie!” Fletcher scolded. “He's…”

“Having triplets, yeah, I know.”

“Stephen…” Craig said as he set down his fork.

“Father…”

Craig closed his eyes and took in a breath before responding. He wasn't in the mood for a fight. Both he and Stevie were hormonal, obviously for different reasons, so he knew he had to tread carefully if he wanted to keep the peace and not let dinner be ruined.

“You're being rude. To me, and to Fletch… That's not like you,” he shook his head. “What’s up?”

“What's up is you're getting so big, it's embarrassing! Anytime my friends see you, they always say something about it to me after!” Stevie shouted. “They make fun of you and me!”

“Have you tried telling them that you have nothing to do with it, or maybe even defending your dad, who also really can't help what's happening?” Fletcher asked, his tone still much more serious than it usually was when he spoke to Stevie.

“Do you really think I haven't, Fletch?! I…”

“It really doesn't sound like you have!”

“Well I…” Stevie started to shout again, but before he could finish, Craig cut in, trying to restore the peace.

“Alright, guys… Come on, now.” He took in another hopefully calming breath before turning and asking Fletcher, “How many pieces of chicken are left?”

Fletcher stood and eyed the pan on the stove. “One.”

“Stevie can have it.”

“Babe…”

“Who says I want it?!” The teen shouted.

“Didn't you..?” Fletcher asked.

“No!!!” He shouted again. “What I'm saying is, I don't want him to have it!” He pointed at his dad. “He doesn't need it!”

“Yes, he does,” Fletcher countered, his tone deepening and taking on a note Craig himself had only heard once while they were having a really big fight about something he now couldn't recall, but had been serious at the time.

While he didn't like the way Stevie was speaking, let alone what he was saying, he really didn't like his two favorite guys in the world arguing.

“Just let it be, Fletcher,” he quietly requested. “Please…”

“No!” His husband was the one to shout this time as he slammed his palms down on the table, causing the plates and cups to rattle. “You need to eat, and he can't talk to you like that!”

“Can't talk to us like that,” Craig amended.

“That too! Not that I'm even thinking about myself right…”

All of a sudden, Craig grunted. He did as he suddenly pushed his chair back and then used the table to help push himself up to standing.

“Craig..?” Fletcher questioned.

“Dad..?” Stevie did the same.

Still bracing against the table, Craig closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as he could as he felt tears fighting to emerge, damn hormones… Again, he knew Stevie was full of them too, but hormones or not, he wasn't a crier, so he didn't want to cry in front of his son just because he'd hurt his feelings.

“I'm tired,” he finally said. “I'll see you upstairs, Fletcher,” he half smiled at his husband before turning and doing the same to Stevie. “Night, kiddo,” he winked as he turned and waddled away.

Aside from the few gulps it took for Fletcher to down the rest of his wine, the kitchen was silent for the next minute or so. Once he'd emptied his glass, he stood, collected it, his husband's (unfinished glass of water) and their plates, both of which still had food on them.

“Stevie…” Fletcher said over his shoulder as he first headed for the sink. “You know I love you…”

“Yeah, I know,” the teen quietly confirmed from his seat at the kitchen table, at least having the sense to know the other shoe was about to drop.

“But I'm really disappointed in you,” he said. “Part of the reason we decided to have a baby was because you wanted us to.”

“Yeah, one! Three is cool and all, but look at…”

“I'd stop there if I were you,” Fletcher suggested.

“I'm sorry, Fletch!” Stevie apologized.

“It's your dad you need to apologize to,” his stepfather replied.

“Now?”

“Tomorrow. And Stevie..?” Fletcher said as he headed for the stairs.

“Yeah?”

“Your dad's still got a few months to go, which means…” he paused. “Well you know what it means, so just… Work on your reaction, OK?”

“OK.”

“And if you ever need to talk to me about your friends or…” he paused again before lowering his voice. “How big your dad's getting, I’m here, OK?” Fletcher nodded.

“Thanks, Fletch.”

***

For the most part, Stevie did better after that. He apologized to his dad and would talk with Fletcher if and when he needed to blow off some steam. But Fletch wasn't always around, as was the case this morning…

He had a long and busy day ahead of him, full of meetings, so he'd gone into the office early to prepare. As the babies’ due date drew closer, Fletcher had literally been working overtime to ensure things went smoothly while he was out on paternity leave.

Since he was expecting triplets, Craig's paternity leave had already started. He enjoyed this extra time at home before the babies arrived, as it allowed him to relax, finish getting their nursery ready and otherwise nest. It also allowed him to do things like make Stevie a nice breakfast, so he didn't head off to school with his stomach full or sugary cereal.

At thirty-seven weeks along, the forty-three year old stood sideways in front of the stove, waiting for the two eggs he'd cracked into the sizzling pan to finish frying so he could add them to the plate of bacon and hashbrowns he'd already made for Stevie. Even though his back was hurting and his swollen feet were looking forward to a break, and even though his son was still thundering around upstairs, Craig smiled.

He liked doing stuff like this. Dad stuff. Craig liked his job too but had already decided to only go back part-time after his leave was up.

While he'd already showered and done his hair, he'd yet to dress for the day. At the moment, he was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of Fletcher's gym shorts, neither of which met, leaving a large swath of his lower belly exposed.

“Smells good, Dad,” Stevie said as he entered the kitchen and headed for the table.

“Thanks,” Craig replied as he waddled over with his plate and a fork and knife. “Hope you're hungry!” He smiled and winked as he placed it.

“Where's yours?” Stevie asked as he promptly scooped up the silverware.

“I'm gonna make us some oatmeal,” Craig said as he made a wide turn towards the pantry. “Don't forget, I'll be at school this afternoon, so I can drive you home.”

“Um, yeah… About that…” Stevie said through a mouthful of hash browns.

“What about it?” His dad asked as he opened the pantry door, mindful not to knock himself in the belly.

“I don't think you have to come. Fletch came yesterday and met my teachers.”

“Only half of them.”

“Isn't that enough?”

“Stevie, this is your first year of high school. We want to meet all of them!”

“Why can't Fletch go today too? I mean, I just don't want you overdoing yourself!” Stevie quickly stressed.

“Fletcher has a lot going on at work today.”

“But…”

“I know the way I look embarrasses you now, Stevie, but this is important!” Craig said as he turned around.

Stevie sighed. “With all due respect, Dad… I can clearly see your nipples and half your belly!” He groaned.

“I won't be wearing this to the conference,” Craig said as he looked down at himself.

His son sighed again as he continued to eat. “Will you at least promise to wear a bra?” He asked through another mouthful.

“Of course!”

“Are you sure going won't be too much for you?” Stevie asked, knowing he was grasping at straws.

“Yes, unfortunately for you, I'm sure,” Craig chuckled.

“Alright…”

“I promise I'll look presentable,” he nodded. “I have a nice shirt, pants, and bra already picked out. I won't embarrass you any more than is absolutely unavoidable, deal?” He winked.

“Thanks, Dad,” Stevie replied with what was obviously a forced smile.

Craig returned the expression. Yeah, now wasn't the time to try and deliver his message again…

***

Just over an hour before he was due at the high school, Craig headed upstairs to start getting ready. After Stevie headed out to catch the bus, he'd spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon having his oatmeal, doing some online baby shopping, having his lunch and taking a short nap.

Now, it was time to make himself look presentable and as unembarrassing as possible. Or at least try to…

After taking off what he had on, Craig put on a black paternity thong, which was specially designed to help not only contain, but minimize some of the growth his package had also undergone. The garment was also specially made to help contain if he got “excited,” which happened more and more at random, unavoidable times, as the triplets put more (and more) weight and pressure on his already sensitive, middle-aged prostate.

Once he had the thong on, the forty-three year old grabbed his compression socks off the bed and waddled over to sit in the chair at the workstation he and Fletcher had in their room. It took longer than it would've in the past, but eventually, Craig got the socks pulled all the way up, halfway up his thighs. He honestly didn't even know if they actually helped, but “containing” himself as much as he still could was the name of the game today.

Before he put on his pants or bra, Craig decided to “quickly” try on his shirt because if it didn't fit, he was in trouble. Ever since his leave had started, much to Stevie's dismay, he hadn't been keeping up with keeping covered as much as he admittedly should've.

He pulled on the light blue Polo, then stopped with it bunched up above his breasts when he caught his reflection in the mirror. Craig didn't bother pulling any more…

“Oh, no…” he groaned. “This… This isn't gonna work,” he realized aloud as his hands went to cup and grab the rounded undersides of his bloated tits.

And yet, he smirked. Despite what Stevie thought, He thought his body still looked great, relatively speaking. That being said, he knew he looked embarrassing, so with his shirt still bunched up, fully exposing his belly and boobs, Craig let go of his breasts and lumbered back over to his bed to grab his phone.

*Hey, buddy. Totally forgot that work is throwing me a baby shower this afternoon.

He typed out a lie. The shower was actually the following day, but he knew Stevie wouldn't ever catch on.

*I have to go to it, which means I won't be able to make the parent-teacher conference and you'll need to catch the bus or another ride home. You understand, don't you?

Almost immediately, a blue bubble formed and Stevie started typing back.

*Yeah, I do. Have fun at the shower Dad!

Craig sighed as he tossed his phone back onto the bed. Being a parent really does mean being all about your kids, even if sometimes that means not doing things that are ultimately in their best interest, like not meeting half of their freshman teachers.

At least when the triplets were the age their older brother was now, they wouldn't have to worry about their dad embarrassing them by getting hugely pregnant. At least Craig hoped not, because when the triplets were fourteen, he'd be fifty-seven! Ugh…