Berk/Amelia
"Now partners! Sit behind your lady and make sure they're comfortable."
Berk frowned and plopped to the ground, shimmying behind Amelia to position her between his legs. He really didn't understand the classes, but his wife had insisted, and now he was stuck listening to odd breathing methods and weird pictures of---of things he'd never quite imagined before. Berkeley had thought he'd been ready for a baby, but holy fuck if these lamaze classes weren't terrifying him.
"You're not even that pregnant yet," Berk muttered into Amelia's ear before dropping his chin to her shoulder. His hands went around her waist to her barely protruding stomach, rapping lightly.
"And yet I'm still pregnant, hm, look at that," Amelia replied back snootily, but a smile was tugging at her lips. Berk rolled his eyes and looked around the room at the other couples. Luckily for him, the other men looked just as worried/irritated/confused/terrified as he felt, so he wasn't exactly misbehaving. No, he was just being a man, really, and---
"Oh. Oh that's not a real picture, is it?" he groaned as the instructor unveiled---"Oh God---"
Amelia let out a roar of a laugh and nearly toppled over.
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