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Miles Bennett was looking through the rack of clothes on the wall, trying to figure out what screamed his style for the photo shoot that he and Hunter had planned today. Except this wasn’t any ordinary photo shoot, this was their paternity shoot as he was 35 weeks along with their baby girl. Hunter Everett had come dressed in all white, white button down and white slacks with tan sandals. Miles couldn’t decide what flowey dress he should wear. Something baby blue, mint green or matching white with Hunter.
“Hunter, what do you think? I can’t decide what to wear.” Miles held up two gowns with a pout on his face.
Hunter came over to look at the two choices, turned off by both of them, “I think this one is the best.” He pulled out a white gown with rainbows on the edges, it was specially saved for queer shoots.
“Really? I didn’t think you’d like that one.” Miles wasn’t sure if having a super gay gown was the one for him.
“Try it on, I booked the photographer for a few hours so we could change outfits later.” Hunter kissed the top of Miles’s head and held his bump.
Miles went behind the curtain and put on the gown, it covered his chest and boxer region while there were capes flowing either side of his arms. His bump was on full display, showing how his old toned torso was still smooth with no red angry stretch marks.
“Yeah, I could wear this.” The little capes over his arms were fun to twirl. He came out from behind the curtain, blushing and shy over his bump being out in the open.
“Is everything ok?” Hunter asked.
“Yeah, I just don’t normally wear these kinds of clothes and I feel self-conscious.”
“You look beautiful Miles. Remember, this is a private shoot so no one else but the photographer will see this.”
“Ok, then let’s get some pictures taken while Eliza is still in here.” Miles stroked his bump, excited just as Hunter about meeting their daughter in a few weeks.
Their photographer was paternity shoot specialist, Mae Harrison, a queer advocate and pride photographer. She took pictures of clients getting ready to welcome their children in the world, but only to queer couples. Noting that there was a lot of discrimination for same sex male couples that wanted paternity shoots in this field.
“Hi Hunter and Miles, are we ready for your private shoot?” Mae smiled with her camera in her hands.
“Yeah,” Miles looked up at Hunter, “I think we are.”
“Wonderful, here’s the backdrop. We are going with a blue look so that your clothes don’t blend in the background. Are we ready?”
“Yes, let’s get this show on the road.” Hunter patted Miles’s shoulder.
Their first pose was the classic prom picture, with Hunter proudly holding Miles’s bump. Next pose was Hunter on his knees kissing Miles’s bump and holding it lovingly. Then they sat down and Miles sat in Hunter’s lap while being cradled and given a peck on the cheek. The next picture was the same pose but Miles leaned up to kiss Hunter on the lips.
There were a number of poses the two of them took for the next hour before Hunter stopped and suggested, “Hey, let’s change our outfits. I have a surprise for you.”
“Ok, whatever you want to do Hunter.” Miles followed him to the changing tent and Hunter showed Miles the clothes that he brought him. It was the same shirt that he wore when they first met, the blue stripped shirt with some white paternity pants. Hunter showed off his outfit, the same black pants and button down that he wore when Miles pulled him in for their first kiss.
“Are these our clothes from when we first met each other?” Miles began to get teary eyed.
“Yes, I remembered this shirt and I put together a similar outfit minus the jacket for me. I wanted to have a little memory trip in our pictures, and let you have some masculine clothing shots.” Hunter cupped the touched man’s face.
“I love you Hunter. This is really special.” Miles hugged the taller man with joy. So grateful that he had someone special like him in his life.
“Let’s have these pictures ok?”
The two men walked out after changing and got into the same prom pose but in their new outfits, the blue striped shirt hanging open as Miles was too big to button it all the way. Then after the picture was snapped Hunter moved Miles so that his could hold his face and kiss the top of his chestnut curls. Finally he moved to kiss his lips in their last picture.
“Do you have any more ideas for pictures in these outfits?” Hunter asked.
“Get on your knees and hug my belly.” Miles grinned cutesy.
“As you wish.” And Hunter got on his knees for their final picture with him hugging his lover’s bump.
“These pictures will come out fantastic. They should be here by the time your daughter arrives.” Mae smiled as she walked over to the men, “Thank you for getting your pictures taken by me today.”
“No, no, thank you for taking pictures of couples like us. Some photographers are disgusted that couples like us exist.” Hunter sighed.
“No worries, the pleasure is all mine.”
6 weeks later
“Miles the pictures came in.” Hunter called out his love when he got the digital file.
“Oh let me see.” Miles walked to Hunter’s laptop, 2 weeks postpartum.
“Honey, you shouldn’t be walking so much. Eliza gave you a really bad tear that needed stitches.” Hunter hated that that happened during the delivery.
“I know but the doctors said I should walk to help with recovery, plus it’s kinda itchy and I’m trying not to scratch it.” Miles hated this part of recovery.
“Then use some witch hazel pads and cold spray like you were also suggested to do.” Hunter had listened to the doctor’s advice clearly, “Let’s look at the pictures.”
Hunter opened the Google drive file and both men started oohing and awing at the paternity pictures they had taken weeks ago.
“Oh I like that one the most.” Miles pointed to the one where they were dressed in their outfits that they first met each other in.
“You do?” Asked Hunter.
“Yeah, I think that’s the picture I’d like to have printed and hung in our bedroom.”
“The room where we made our daughter?” Hunter grinned.
“When you put it like that.” Miles planted a kiss on Hunter’s cheek.
Then a soft cry came through the baby monitor.
“I’ll take care of it.” Miles began to walk to their daughter’s bedroom. He opened the door to see that Eliza was crying because she wanted attention, “Awww poor baby girl. Just wanted to be held by Papa huh?” Miles scooped up Eliza and sat down in the rocking chair, gently bouncing her.
Hunter followed suit and watched as Miles was a loving father to their daughter.
“What Hunter?”
“Nothing, its just you look good with our daughter in your arms.” Hunter came over to kneel beside them.
“We look good as a family together.” Miles said, feeling complete with his love and their child in the same house.