Christmas Duty by VicXntric

Oliver sighed. This was not the way he imagined spending his first Christmas with his lover in their new home. He had planned to spend all his holiday time in bed with Percy, but not quite like this.

At the sound of a pitiful moan, Oliver spooned up behind his lover and ran his hand over the slightly swollen stomach. "Perce?"

Percy slapped his hand away. "Next time, we'll go to your parents for Christmas dinner, *or* we'll go to mine. We will *never* go to both again."

"I told not to have that second helping of plum pudding."

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Inspired by my siblings and in-laws, many of whom actually have to manage two HUGE Christmas dinners.