Porthos laughs wryly as he rubs at that stomach now, giving Aramis an adoring, amused look. "Well, I'm glad I didn't end up getting a proposal from you that would've been along the lines of 'you can cook, so let's get hitched so you don't cook for anyone else'."

He pinches Aramis hip and nuzzles into his neck a little harder, laying kisses there. "You were very close to losing me completely, after that bit when I thought you were trying to steer me off you. After you fainted at yoga," he reminds him.