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Fandom: Ghost Rating: Explicit Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Pregnancy, Prime Mover au, oral sex, ritual sex Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia x Female!Reader Additional Tags: friends to lovers, use of pet names, domestic fluff, developing relationship, no beta Word Count: 3176 Chapters: 4/5 Summary: When Papa Emeritus IV needs to find a Prime Mover, you volunteer yourself. Ao3 || Masterlist Parts: I — II —III

cw: pregnancy and pregnancy symptoms Note: I've never been pregnant, I'm just going on what I've seen friends and family have gone through and google, so if things aren't accurate about our character's pregnancy, I apologize.

IV.

Another month went by and still no results.

You returned to Doctor Miller and asked for another blood test to double-check your hormone levels. They were all within your target range, and you still didn’t understand why you weren’t getting pregnant.

“I can recheck Papa if you’d like,” Doctor Miller said kindly. “It’s your right to request that of me as Prime Mover.”

“His tests were good?” You asked.

She nodded.

“No need then,” you said with a frown as you tried to think what the issue could be.

“It’s probably stress,” the doctor suggested. “Fulfilling a role like this isn’t easy. You’re putting more pressure on yourself than you’re used to. Try to relax and not focus so hard on getting pregnant. It will happen when it’s meant to.”

You nodded. “I’ll try.”

“In the meantime, we’ll keep monitoring you and Papa.”

You knew things weren’t going to get less stressful. Copia was going on tour soon, and that was going to throw a big wrench in plans. You were going with him, at least. It was in your contract that you were to accompany him on any travel unless you were pregnant. Which you weren’t and at this rate, weren’t going to be anytime soon.

You were glad you were going with him. You didn’t know what you weren’t going to do if you had to stay behind without him. The two of you spent so much time together that he became a permanent fixture in your life, regardless of having his child or not. He had changed you without even meaning to. Copia made you feel so special and cared for. He made you feel like you were important for once.

And you weren’t oblivious. You saw the way he looked at you when he thought you didn’t notice. He left you little gifts, be it a favorite snack, or something to make you comfortable like a very nice body pillow, expensive bath salts and lotions, or even just a massage and soft kisses after a long day and he just finished fucking you into the mattress. He no longer looked as frazzled as he had before. There was a peaceful aura around him. It was like nothing could shake him. You obviously had an effect on him, too.

When you got back to your room, you kicked off your shoes and flopped onto your bed. How were you going to make things less stressful when you had to be pregnant in 10 months, all while traveling the world and barely seeing Copia while he attended rehearsals and performed for thousands of fans almost every time for the next several months? You wondered if you should schedule an appointment with a therapist to help you find ways to deal with the stress and be less stressed.

But all that was getting to you, and your eyes felt heavy before you drifted off to sleep.

When you woke hours later, it was dark in your room. Save for the soft glow of your tv.

Weird, I didn’t have that on , you thought as you rolled onto your other side. You jump when you see Copia sitting against the pillows and headboard, watching the Golden Girls. He was in sweats and only had his paints around his eyes and on his upper lip.

“What time is it?” You asked softly.

He starts at your voice but then looks down at you with such affection that you thought you were going to melt right into the mattress. “Just after seven,” he answers.

You groan. “I’ve been asleep for 4 hours. I didn’t mean to nap that long. Also, what are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, but you normally don’t just come in and make yourself at home.”

“Do you want me to go?” He asked.

“No,” you answer.

“When you didn’t come to dinner, I got worried and found you in here asleep. I…I’m sorry if I overstepped by inviting myself in and staying with you. I just…” he trailed off as though he were unsure how to proceed with his answer.

“It’s nice that you worry,” you said as you sat up in bed. “I appreciate you came and checked in on me…it was nice to not have to wake up alone.”

His lips tilted up in a smile as he laid his hand over yours, squeezing your fingers. “Well, now that you’re awake, do you want to eat? The kitchens made steaks tonight.”

“That sounds good,” you agreed.

It was nearly nine when the two of you finished eating. Copia had the food brought up to your rooms, and the two of you sat in bed and ate off trays while the tv played. You kept feeling his eyes on you, like he wanted to ask you something. When he glanced over for the fifth time after he cleaned up the dishes, you sighed.

“Something on your mind?” You asked.

“I can feel the worry rolling off of you in waves,” Copia said. “What’s going on?”

“The same thing that’s been going on,” you answered. You didn’t particularly want to talk about it with him; you would have preferred to wallow in your self-pity, but Copia wasn’t going to allow that, it seemed.

“Not getting pregnant,” he said.

“We’re going to be leaving in a month, and you’re basically going to be on tour for almost the majority of our contract period. How are we supposed to make a baby when we’re both stressed out? The doctor keeps saying there’s nothing wrong with me, but I keep worrying there is, and I stress about that on top of everything else. I can’t go through a whole year with you and I fucking just to end up with no baby and forced to watch you take another prime mover. I can’t keep having sex with you and just pretending it’s just sex. I can’t do it, Copia, I can’t.”

You weren’t sure when you started crying, but the tears were pouring hot and heavy down your cheeks by the time you were done. You weren’t controlling the words that were leaving your mouth anymore, either. There was a line that you were about to cross, and everything would change once you did. But you couldn’t stop yourself. “Because, despite knowing I shouldn’t have feelings for you in case this didn’t work, I have feelings for you. For fuck’s sake, I’m falling in love with you, Copia.”

Before you know it, Copia’s mouth came crashing down on yours in an intense and passionate kiss. One hand cupped your cheek, and the other threaded into your hair, holding your head to his as he kissed you. It was the type of kiss you often see described in the romance novels you sometimes read: hot, passionate, intimate…

But for you, it was the love you felt coming through in the way his lips moved against yours.

This wasn’t the same kisses you two exchanged during foreplay. It was entirely different, and you knew he felt the same about you. You knew he was falling in love with you while you fell for him. It was dangerous territory. Your experiences with love always left you broke and rebuilding yourself from the ground up, but deep down inside, you felt something telling you this was different. Copia wasn’t going to purposely break your heart. He wasn’t going to leave you for another. He wasn’t going to hurt you.

You feel him lay you back on your bed before his mouth finally parted from yours. He was breathless, and black paint from his upper lip smeared around his mouth and no doubt around yours, too. He said nothing as he stared down at you in wonder.

“Ti stai innamorando di me? Di un vecchio come me? (You are falling in love with me? An old man like me?) ” He breathed.

“I don’t understand what you just said,” you admitted.

“Bah, it doesn’t matter. You are falling in love with me and I you,” he said, pressing kisses to your cheek, the corner of your mouth, and then your jaw.

“Yes,” you respond, your heartbeat racing with each gentle kiss. “How long have you felt this way?”

“I think I started falling for you the day you said you’d be my Prime Mover,” he responded as his hands pushed your shirt up over your stomach and breasts. “Is this okay?”

You nodded, even sitting up some to help him pull the shirt over your head. Once you were lying prone again, his lips were kissing down your chest and stomach.

“I want to make love with you,” he said. “I want this to be different. Want to take my time with you. I don’t want this to be just fucking.”

“What are you waiting for, then?” You giggle softly, looking down at him, kissing your belly.

He gave you a smirk and brought his lips back to yours.

Soon, both of you stripped naked, and your soft moans and pants filled the room as he brought you to orgasm with his fingers.

“That’s it, my baby,” he said in a low voice, his fingers still curled inside of you as he guided you through your climax. “Squeeze my fingers nice and tight.”

This certainly wasn’t the first time you had sex with him, but this time was different. It was gentler and less hurried. Copia even seemed different in that moment as he withdrew his fingers from you.

You watched as he sucked each of his fingers clean while he repositioned yourself between your knees. He guides his cock to your entrance, rubbing the head up and down over your clit. It sent a jolt through you and made you gasp softly. Copia chuckled softly as he pushed into you slowly.

It was soft and slow, deep and intense. Your eyes never left his as he thrust into you and intertwined his fingers with yours. It was so different from every other experience you had. You realized there was a real difference between making love and fucking. What Copia was doing to you couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than making love to you.

You leaned up and kissed up, hands releasing him to cup his face. “I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

Your words made him flatter for just a second. He pulled back from you, repositioning you so that he could wrap your legs around his middle and lift your hips. It pushed him deeper into you, making you gasp.

“E ti amo (And I love you),” he responded with a groan. His eyes fluttered shut for a second before her continued to thrust in and out of you. “Non hai idea di quanto ti senti bene (You have no idea how good you feel).” He slipped his hand between of your joined bodies and rubbed your clit with his thumb in slow, methodical circles.

Soon you were coming and then he right after you. When he pulled out of you, you felt his seed trickle from your entrance. It made you shiver in delight as you looked up at his panting, disheveled form. You smiled at him, unable to believe that the man looking down at you was in love with you.

“They’re going to hear us,” you said, looking around the tiny suite at the back of the tour bus. Just outside the very thin door were the built-in bunks the ghouls would sleep in. The tour was starting in less than a week, and the tour buses had just arrived, so the band and the crew could start prepping them and loading them with luggage.

“Begh, let them hear,” Copia said. “Why shouldn’t they hear how good I make you feel?”

You blushed a bright pink. “Copia…”

“What?” He shrugs. “I have no shame.”

“I can tell,” you laugh as she sat back on the bed, testing the softness of it. It wasn’t as nice as her or Copia’s bed, but it would do. She felt heat rush to her core as she thought about them, on the road, making love after every concert. Ever since they confessed their feelings for one another, sex between them was different. It was more meaningful, more passionate.

You knew no one else would ever compare. Not that you’d ever want anyone else.

“And what will you do? Hmmm? Not going to have sex with me unless we’re in a hotel?” He teased, crawling onto the bed with you. A smirk played about his lips as his knee came between yours and separated your legs with a nudge.

“Hell no,” you laughed. “I’ll just have to learn to be quiet.” You smirked at him as he settled between your spread legs. “Want to try out the bed?”

“You read my mind,” he all but purred and leaned down to kiss you.

His cologne hit your nose and sent you spinning. Did he change cologne? No, it smelled like his usual stuff, but something about it made your stomach turn. You put a hand up to stop him before scooting out from under him and going to the tiny bathroom on the bus. You made it to the sink and ran the water as you spat out the little contents that came up from your stomach. After rinsing your mouth out and turning the water off, you looked up to find Copia standing behind you in the mirror. There was concern etched into eyes face as he looked at you.

“Sorry,” you said. “Did you change your cologne?”

“No?” He responded, concern turning to confusion. “It’s the same brand I always use. You said you liked it?”

“And I normally do, but I don’t know it just made my stomach churn today.”

You wrote it off as nothing to not be concerned about, and by dinner, you forgot all about it. Copia showered after showing you the buses, and you were now resting your head on his bare chest, and the Godfather was playing on his television in his bedroom. You felt tired despite not even doing much earlier in the day, and you noticed your breasts were tender. All signs pointed to your period about to come, and it was another reminder that you were once again not pregnant.

The days rolled by, and suddenly it was the day before you were leaving. You just came out of a meeting with Sister Imperator about all the arrangements she had set up for you while on tour. Sister gave you a list of Ministry-approved doctors in each city of the tour that you could visit if you needed. She also gave you all the details for your hotel rooms, spa packages, and outings you could do while Copia was rehearsing during the day. She was even willing to spare a ghoul to act as your chaperon, but you declined. You were a grown woman who knew how to take care of yourself.

You didn’t need someone who would report back to Sister. Sister Imperator had no idea that you wouldn’t be sleeping in your assigned rooms or in your assigned bed on the tour bus. The older woman didn’t know that you and Papa were in love, and judging by how she looked at you, it was probably for the best.

Your mind was on a thousand things at once as you got back to your rooms. Your suitcases were already set by the door, ready to be taken down to the buses that evening. When you walked into your bathroom, you saw the unopened box of tampons on the counter.

Unopened.

Something clicked in your mind.

Your period never came. You were a week late, according to your tracking app.

You flung open the cabinet under the sink, and in the basket there were several boxes of pregnancy tests. You grabbed a few of the early detection ones and got to work.

The chirping of your phone’s timer a few minutes later brought you out of your stupor. You shook as you walked to your bathroom counter.

All three tests read ‘Pregnant.’

You let out a cry, covering your mouth to stop anyone from hearing you if they walked by your rooms. Pregnant! You were going to have a baby.

You had to keep this hidden because if anyone knew, you would not be leaving tomorrow to go with Copia.

Tears slid down your cheeks. You wanted this so desperately, and now you’d have to hide this for… well, for as long as possible.

You weren’t a fool. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hide this for long. At some point, everyone would catch on, and once Sister Imperator and Doctor Miller knew, you’d be sent back to the Ministry at once.

“Amore? Are you in here?”

You heard the door to your rooms shut and footsteps before Copia appeared in the open door of the bathroom. He caught sight of the tears on your face and froze.

“Amore, what is it?”

His eyes slid from your face to the pregnancy test laid out on the counter. You watched as the gears turned in his mind, and when they locked into place, he turned to you with wide eyes.

“You’re pregnant,” he says softly, taking a step closer to you. “You’re pregnant.”

You nod, tears still spilling down your cheeks.

He reached for you gently, wiping the trails of wet from your cheeks. “Why are you crying, tesoro? Are these happy tears?”

“I don’t know,” you answered truthfully. “I’m excited and happy, of course I am. I wanted this. You wanted this. We all wanted this…but tour…”

“Ah…” he responded gently, still holding your face. “Tour…you will have to stay behind…”

You nodded. “I don’t want to stay behind…”

“I don’t either,” he said. “But what do we do?”

“Hide it for as long as possible?” You suggest. You gesture down at your body. “I’m not teeny tiny, so I won’t start showing for a few months at least. That will get us through most of the tour at least. Sister Imperator gave me a list of Ministry-approved doctors in every city we’re going to in case I needed anything, so it’s not like we’ll be flying blind if anything happens…” No. You were not going to think about anything happening. You wouldn’t jinx anything.

“It would be safe, then?” He asked, his hands slipping down from your cheeks to your shoulders and then to your waist.

“It should be. I have a list of everything I would need to take from the doctor. I could go to the store tonight and get everything and say it was just last-minute stuff, like shampoo, for the tour.”

Copia nodded. “Si, that will work if anyone asks. Okay, we will keep this our little secret.” His lips turned upward in a smile before he kissed you. “We’re going to be parents.”

You burst out into a grin and laughed. “We really are.”

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