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femcel-yonce · 4 days ago

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All for us

Summary: You’re pregnant, and everything’s shifting—in the best way. You and Bo are building something real, one quiet moment at a time.

Pairing: Lover! Sweet! Bo x Wife! Black! reader

Warnings: 18+, mentions of childbirth, mentions of sex. MDNI

WC: 2.3k This is part two! Here’s part one

The news of your pregnancy spread through the community, it was joyous news. Everyone is so excited, including you and Bo. He’s been on a high ever since you told him. He’s always asking you to be careful with his baby. Treating you like a fragile piece of glass, which makes you laugh.

Today, you got up early. You say your prayer, fix your side of the bed— trying not to Startle Bo and get a move on. You’re going to the store, because yesterday’s shipment didn’t get put away— but you’re moving slow today. The baby has started draining your early morning energy. You throw on your clothes, make some tea to take with you and hope that the day goes by fast.

It’s freezing in the store today. You turn on both heaters to heat the store and look over the inventory list. Tomatoes, bell peppers, flour, bread and apples— all needed to be stocked. You start handling that, but after a while you start to get sleepy again. You go into the back closet, sitting in a chair to rest your feet— but you rest your eyes instead.

Three hours later, Bo comes into the store. A crate of potatoes and corn in his hand. He’s concerned, because the front door of the store is unlocked. He rushes to set down the crate.

“Baby, are you here?” He shouts.

You’re still in the closet sleeping peacefully, drooling.

“Baby?” He calls out again, as he checks the store. He’s starting to panic.

“Hon—“

He opens the door and sees you in the chair, sound asleep. He sighs, feeling a sense of relief.

“Lord, have mercy.” He mumbles.

He picks you up and carries you out to the truck, opening the door and putting you in. He locks up the store and jumps in the truck, driving you home. You’re none the wiser, still sound asleep. He can’t help, but laugh at you.

He pulls up at the house, opening the front door and then picking you up out of the truck. He carries you into the house and lays you on the bed, pulling off your shoes and covering you with a quilt. Pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.” He whispers as he walks out of the room and out of the front door.

You wake up, confused and disoriented. You realize you’re in the bed and at home, you figure that bo must’ve brought you home. You don’t even remember falling asleep, but you know that you slept good. You get up, having the best stretch of your life and make your way into the kitchen.

You pour yourself a glass of water and gulp that down like you hadn’t drank in days. You open the cabinet and pull out two onions, tomatoes, garlic, some banana peppers and rice. Making it easier on yourself for when you cook dinner tonight. You love cooking for Bo and seeing the smile on his face. He devours his food every time, eating extras and saving leftovers for work. He constantly brags about your cooking and baking, bragging to anyone he can.

When his parents came to town you had them try so many different dishes, they were sure that they’d gained weight when they left. You made them some cookies for the road and sent them with some goulash.

The hours pass by, you tidy up the house and get started on dinner. The stew simmering and fresh baked bread coming out of the oven. You hear the lock turning and see Bo coming in the door.

“Mhmm, baby it smells mighty good in here!” He shouts.

You laugh, wiping your hands off on a rag. Bo sets down some papers he brought from work, making his way to you— a grin on his face and arms wide open for a hug. He hugs you like he hadn’t just seen you a few hours ago, smothering you in kisses.

He slips some tongue in when he kisses you again, catching you off guard. You laugh, nudging him.

“Bo!—“

“We gotta eat dinner first.” You gush.

He kisses your neck, arms still wrapped around you.

“Sugar, you smell so good.” He groans.

“I know, we gotta eat dinner— but I don’t mind a taste of dessert first.” He smirks.

Hearing him talk like that makes you so weak and hot. You still stand firm on it this time, y’all wouldn’t eat dinner at all tonight if you didn’t.

“Later” you giggle, kissing his cheek and walking back over to the stove.

The food is ready—you make Bo’s plate, handing it to him and then you make your own. You both sit down at the table and chow down on the food you made.

“I need to talk to you.” Bo says.

You raise your brow, sipping your iced tea.

“Hmm?”

“When I came into the store this morning, the door was unlocked and you were asleep in the closet—“

“Sugar, you can’t be doing that. I don’t want you to get hurt. You’re too precious to me, you and the baby.” He confesses, his southern accent taking over.

Your heart flutters at what he’s saying, just hearing him talk about how much he loves you and the baby.

“I’m sorry. It’s like a wave of sleepiness hit me. I thought I locked the door, I wouldn’t have went to sleep if I thought otherwise.” You admit.

He puts his fork down, grabbing your hand.

“Baby, look at me—“

You stare into his eyes, getting lost.

“You don’t have to worry about the store anymore. You just worry about propping your feet up and growing our baby. I’m gonna take care of the store and you.”

You feel yourself getting emotional. Being loved by Bo is possibly one of the best gifts life could’ve give you.

“I want to help you, I don’t want you to do it all by yourself. I love helping you.” You respond.

Bo smiles at you, like he always does.

He helps you put the dishes in the sink after dinner, you wipe down the table and follow him into the bedroom. You crash onto the bed, letting out a sigh and Bo lays beside you. He puts his hand on your bump and smiles.

“What do you think it is?” He asks, staring at your belly.

“I don’t know, I want a girl though.” You grin, placing your hand over Bo’s.

“You do?” He looks at you.

You nod.

He leans down whispering into your belly.

“I love you so much. We love you so much. I can’t wait to see you on the other side and to hold you. I’m already proud to be your dad.”

You listen to him, trying not to cry. If anyone was meant to be a dad, it was Bo chow.

6months later.

Your belly has grown so much. It’s fully round and out there, stretching all of your clothes.

Bo measures your belly weekly and writes on his notepad how big your belly is getting. He got a camera and has been taking pictures of you non-stop. He keeps one picture in his wallet, another in the visor on his truck.

You’ve gotten so much ready for the baby and Bo’s already set up the crib, it’s just a waiting game at this point.

Bo’s parents have sent you so many baby items. You’re running out of space in the room. Annie’s brought you some baby blankets, Therisse gave you a book full of names, Stack and Smoke were the ones who bought the crib, Mary bought some stuffed animals and Sammie gave the baby knitted sweater. Y’all’s baby is already so loved and you’re so thankful.

———-

You sat on the porch, eating an orange and rocking in your chair. Bo went to the store to grab a few items and would be back shortly. You rub your belly, humming a song that Bo taught you. You and Bo have just recently decided that the baby will be fluent in Chinese, like both of you are and then you’ll teach them English.

Bo’s mother calls to talk you twice a week, asking about the baby and how you’re doing. Normally, you’re on the phone with her for an hour or two— She makes sure that she speaks Chinese the entire phone call and making sure that you’re keeping up with it.

Bo pulls down the driveway in his truck, honking at you. He gets out grinning.

“Sugar, I got you some apples and Oranges. I know the baby has been craving em.” He approaches the porch with his bags.

“You didn’t have to do that, honey. I have 4 oranges left.”

He holds open the screen door.

“Those will be gone by tomorrow.” He grins.

You throw an orange peel at him, laughing as he goes into the house.

He’s been bringing you a bunch of fruit. It’s one of your favorite things to eat, you’ve craved it constantly— bananas and peanut butter, watermelon, cantaloupe.

Bo comes back out onto the porch, sitting in the other chair. He leans over rubbing your belly, stealing one of your oranges.

“Has she kicked today?” He asks.

You glance at him, smirking.

“You still think it’s a girl?”

“Yup.” He nods, chewing on the orange.

“I'll love it either way, but I think it’s a girl.”

“It?” Your brow raises, staring at him.

“Baby, you know what I mean.”

You turn you chair, facing towards him and placing your feet in his lap.

“Can you rub em? They hurt.” You plead.

“Of course, honey. All you have to do is ask.”

He rubs your feet, taking his time and not being too rough. It is exactly what you need.

You look at him and seeing how good he is to you, how sexy he is— just turns you on.

This pregnancy has caused you and Bo to have even more sex than you did before. He says that you look so beautiful carrying his child and he can’t get enough. He was in you every time he got the chance. Each time, making sure he wasn’t too rough and always making sure that you orgasm.

3 months later, the day of Halloween.

You wake up to contractions, they’re mild at first— but they keep you from getting a good rest. Bo is right beside you, asking if you need anything. You shake your head no, you just want him to hold you. The contractions stay pretty mild throughout the day—you’re able to get up and walk around, drink a bunch of water and talk to Bo.

As the day carries on, your contractions get worse. You rest in the bed— you’re hot, uncomfortable and the contractions are coming closer after each one.

You won’t say anything to Bo, but you’re terrified. You don’t know what it’s like to be a mother, you don’t know if you’ll be a good one, you dont know if the baby will be okay— so many worries.

You’ve sweated through your nightgown, it clings to you and you can’t get comfortable in the bed.

“Bo!” You shout.

He comes running from the kitchen.

“What’s going on, Sugar? Are you okay?”

You nod, grabbing his hand and wincing in pain.

“I’m scared Bo.” You admit.

Bo squats down beside the bed, kissing your hand.

“You have nothing to be scared of, baby. I’m right here. We’re gonna get through this, I promise.” He replies.

You feel pressure, like you have to poop— feeling the need to push.

“Bo, I think it’s time.”

“I need to push.” You panic.

“Okay, okay. Hold on, baby.”

He runs to the kitchen, grabbing a bucket with cold water, a few rags, along with some scissors.

You push your legs up, gripping onto the sheets— screaming out in pain. Sweat drenching your forehead, this is painful.

Bo comes to the foot of the bed, pushing your nightgown up and looking between your legs.

“Lord, there’s a lot of blood.” He mumbles.

“Sugar, just breathe. Breathe for me baby.”

“Do you need to push?” He asks.

You breathe out, trying not to cry again. You nod.

“Okay, push for me baby. Hold it for 10 seconds.”

You push with all the your might, holding your breath.

“1.”

“2.”

“3.”

“4.”

“5.”

“Come on, baby. You’re almost there.” He coaches you.

“6.”

“7.”

“8.”

“9.”

“10.”

You finally breathe after what feels like an eternity and burst into tears.

“Bo, I can’t do this.” You whine.

He shakes his head.

“Yes, you can. You got this.”

“I need you to push again, baby.” He asks.

You sigh, trying to keep your composure.

Bo starts counting and you start pushing.

“1.”

“2.”

“3.”

“Baby, you’re doing real good. I can see the head!” Bo shouts.

“Keep pushing.”

“4.”

“5.”

“6.”

“7.”

“Shit, the head is out.”

“8.”

“9.”

“10” The baby comes out, screaming at the top of their lungs. They sound healthy.

You feel a relief and instant happiness.

Bo grabs the baby in one of the towels, crying.

“Mama, you did it. It’s a boy.” He cries.

He walks over showing you the baby, kissing your forehead.

“You did so good, Sugar. I love you.”

You hold your son and weep. He’s so perfect and looks just like Bo.

“I love you too.”

Your baby boy, Lee Chow made his way into the world on Halloween at 7:30 pm.

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