Marcus was getting ready for his show that evening the only way he knew how: dancing.

With the time until his due date approaching single digits, it was a wonder Marcus was still performing any shows at all, but he was determined to get in at least one more performance before the twins finally came. To that end, with his set planned out and his equipment on its way to the venue, Marcus put in his headphones, turned the volume all the way up, and felt his way through the music.

His playlist numbed in the hundreds of songs, each one of them hand-picked to get him in the mood for his show. He paced around the living room at the slow, cumbersome gait afforded to him by his late pregnancy, though it didn’t slow his enthusiasm. He took every step on beat, bobbing his head to the rhythm and occasionally tossing it hard enough for his long ears to get tangled up in one another. On songs with lyrics, he sang along to them under his breath, careful not to wear out his voice for his own show. He was starting to really feel the end of his pregnancy approaching, especially considering the size of his twins by that point, but he still swayed his hips, kicked his feet, and tossed his arms like he was still fifty pounds and two babies lighter.

Marcus’s ritual was frequent enough that, as long as he pushed the furniture out of the way, he could do it with his eyes closed – and often did. He made sure to allow himself a little extra space once the twins were starting to properly fill him out, but hadn’t knocked anything over in weeks. Still, he and his belly took up enough space that neither of his partners wanted to take the risk of getting too close to him during his one-man jam sessions. Often he got so into the music that he lost hours of time and had to be jerked back to the present by someone outside his bubble of sound. This made it all that more unusual when Marcus, without prompting, suddenly stopped mid-song and opened his eyes.

With the music still thudding in his ears, he moved a hand to his baby belly, to a spot slightly to the left of his protruding navel. He’d felt a quick string of kicks there from one of his unborn children. That in itself wasn’t unusual, especially not after so many months of the baby bunnies practicing their tap dancing on the walls of his uterus, but what caught his attention was how, just for a few seconds, the baby had been kicking exactly to the beat of the music playing in Marcus’s ears.

He stood there for a moment, puzzling this out while continuing to tap the music’s rhythm against his stomach. After finally deciding he’d imagined it, another string of kicks, this time coming from the other twin on his right side, thudded against the inside of his belly in the exact ‘one-two-three’ beat of the music the same moment the chorus kicked in.

Marcus stared wide-eyed as his own stomach, trying to figure out if there was some way his unborn children could hear the music coming all the way from his head. Instead of an answer, he began to think of a less rational explanation: the twins were trying to tell him that they wanted to listen, too. After so many times of getting tossed around by their dad in silence, they wanted to see what all the fuss was about. With a warm grin spreading across his face, Marcus plucked one of the headphones out from under his floppy ear, then held it against his belly until he could feel the music reverberating through him like the inside of a drum.

He let his eyes close and began tapping his feet on the carpet, swaying his hips, nodding to the rhythm. In no time, he’d slipped back into the groove, letting the music take him where it wanted to go and letting his body move on its own. At the same time, the twins nestled in his belly, only days away from birth, began to wiggle and bounce inside their father at what he swore was perfect rhythm.
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Fantastic art of my new rabbit dad Marcus by  SheebChub !