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Carlos woke up early the next day to get ready for his next ultrasound. He got up out of bed and headed in to the bathroom. Once done in there he walked to his closet, looking for something to wear, but sighed, realizing he couldn’t find anything that would fit him comfortably. He also pouted as he walked over to the bed, getting dressed by himself wasn’t easy anymore either. He walked over to Kendall’s side and sat down on the edge of the bed then tapped his fiance’s arm. “Kendall, wake up.” He said.

Kendall groaned in his sleep, turning slightly. He then slowly opened his eyes, seeing Carlos. “I’m awake,” He stated, sitting up and scratching his head.

Carlos smiled at Kendall. “Can I borrow a pair of your sweatpants and one of your shirts?” He asked, then scrunch his nose up cutely. “Also can you help me get dressed?”

Kendall chuckled lightly. “Sure,” He said, getting up and off the bed. He walked over to his dresser, picking out a pair of his sweatpants, and a plain red shirt he had. He walked back over to Carlos, sitting down on the bed and showing the Latino the clothes. “Are these okay?” He asked.

Carlos smiled again and nodded. “Yes, those are fine. Thank you.” He said. “I would have let you sleep just a bit longer, but…I can’t really dress myself anymore.” He sighed. “Well at least it would take me a while to do it on my own.”

Kendall smiled lightly, then looked at Carlos. “Maybe I should let you get dressed by yourself. I think it’d be cute to see you try,” He stated, chuckling again.

Carlos puffed out his cheeks. “That would be mean, Kendall.” He whined, crossing his arms. “If you did that, I wouldn’t talk to you for like…an hour.” He mumbled, looking away from the blonde.

Kendall laughed for a second, but then stopped, looking at Carlos again. “I wasn’t being mean! I was just saying that it would be really cute to see you try to dress yourself,” He said.

Carlos pouted. “But it’s not easy to get dressed. Even if you think I would look cute doing it.” He said, blushing lightly.

Kendall shrugged. “Well, I know it wouldn’t be easy. That’s why I think it would look so cute,” He stated.

Carlos puffed out his cheeks again. “Kendall,” He whined. 

Kendall chuckled. “Okay, okay,” he said. “I’ll help you get dressed,” He decided, smiling.

Carlos smiled. “Okay yay,” He said and slowly began to push himself off the bed.

Kendall stood up, walking over to Carlos’s side, and helped him get off the rest of the way. He then reached out, grabbing the hem of the Latino’s shirt, tugging at it. “Arms up,” He instructed.

Carlos did as he was told and lifted his arms up, allowing Kendall to pull his shirt off of him.

Kendall through the shirt on the bed, and then knelt down, hooking his fingers on the hem of Carlos’s pants. In one swift motion, the blonde tugged both Carlos’s pants and briefs down to his ankles.

Carlos blushed lightly and made a face. “Geez, Kendall, you don’t have to be in such a rush to get my pants off me.”

Kendall stood up, a small smirk gracing his lips. “Well, why not?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows as he spoke.