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║ᴋᴇɪ ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ║

↳「ʙᴀʙʏ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ」║ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ➠ 18+ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ɴᴀᴍᴇ║Kei Tsukishima

ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ/ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ║Haikyuu

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ║11,893 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

What kind of man would steal your heart?

Would he be a charmer? A man who knew just what to say? A flatterer that would make sure you felt like the most gorgeous person in the world?

Or maybe he'd be a little shy, a sweet man who'd blush at accidentally holding hands. Would he get flustered when you stared at him a little too long? Perhaps he'd even feel like he were on cloud nine if you graced him with a kiss. 

He should be sweet and savory, a fine dining meal that you could just eat up.

It was fun to imagine and entertaining to dream of it. You couldn't help it that you were a hopeless romantic, in love with the idea of love, consumed by the thought of being with your other half. 

What would it feel like to find the one that makes the whole world revolve around them? You've thought about it many times, wouldn't it be wonderful? Wouldn't it be the most earth-shattering moment that made your entire world start to revolve around them?

How nice, how fun it was to think that. 

All of that imagining and fantasizing turned out to be a crude joke when you've come to the realization that the man who doesn't want you is, in fact, the one you can't let go. 

The man stuck in your thoughts, unable to just go away...is the same man who barely even holds a conversation with you when the sun is up. 

It feels sickening, nearly rancid on your tongue, like he's a dirty secret when he only comes over in the dark. Filthy, you feel filthy when you let go of all your dignity and give in to him without any hesitation. 

Letting go of your pride and disregarding your dignity, you take the scraps he gives you with love-struck appreciation. 

You take it so willingly, accepting the bare minimum because you're just so grateful for what little he throws your way. 

This isn't it; this isn't what you spent all that time envisioning what your dream man would be like. He'd love you! He'd sacrifice everything for you! He'd show you off because he's just so proud that you're his. 

Yet you're played with by falling in love with a man who is entirely opposite to what you've dreamed. 

And he just has to be the father of your baby. 

Unable to hold up your weight, you collapsed to your knees in the bathroom. It's so hot; you're sweating, and your skin is so sizzling, that you feel like tearing it off and emerging as just bones. 

Oh, god(s)! This is a cruel joke! This is some f*cking divine intervention for playing with fire. They just had to throw something at you as punishment for playing with a man who didn't want you. 

"(Y/n)! You've been in there since, like, forever!" Ceinwen, one of your roommates, bellows from outside as she pounds on the bathroom door. "The Delta sorority is having a party, and it's open to everyone on campus! I can't miss this!" 

Oh yeah, what simple things to be worried about. It would be nice to stress about what pink bra to wear and not how you're going to provide for a whole nother human being. 

"Give me..." You're struck with a wave of nausea, feeling your entire stomach stir and your esophagus tense. Hunching over the toilet, you audible breathe in and out as saliva pools in your mouth. "...Give me a second." 

Another bang that spurs your head to throb physically. "Eww! You better not be sick! That's so gross." Meara, another roommate, bellows, and you can practically see her scrunched face in disgust. 

Ugh, they can be so irritating sometimes! Somehow, you were able to force yourself to your feet and yank the door open. The woman dressed as how happy little sl*t's should be during their college days, stares back at you curiously. "Unless you two get pregnant, you can't get this sickness!" 

They gasp audibly, their entire bodies leaning back from the shock as they stare wide-eyed. "Oh, my god." Ceinwen, the short brunette, muttered under her breath. "That's a real bummer, but we need the bathroom." 

You almost laugh, almost, yet the situation is already starting to weigh heavy on you. "Knock yourselves out." Replying, you step back to grab your phone and the pregnancy tests before brushing past them to the stairs. 

The two girls' bedrooms were on the second floor, and yours was on the third. You had that all to yourself, which was nice, but now you don't know if you'll be able to stay here much longer.

You just can't. This place isn't somewhere to raise a kid; parties are just downstairs every other day. You have roommates who bring home strangers nearly every night. 

Filling your mouth with air and blowing it out with a sigh, you try to collect your thoughts. Oh god(s), this is really happening. You took several tests from different brands, and all stare you right back in the face with a bright 'positive!'. 

But why do you have to suffer!? Why is it your fault that you have horrible reactions to birth control and have to stay reliant either on condoms or Plan B!? 

Another sigh. 

You thought you were so careful. Weren't you so adamant about him wrapping it up?

When was it?

Why are you even trying to figure it out? What's done is done; your body is no longer just yours anymore; you house a growing fetus. 

And it's his baby of all people, Kei Tsukishima's. 

Falling back on your bed, you hold closed fist against your eyes as you feel them swell with tears. You hate yourself for being scared to tell him if that means he's going to disappear from your life. That shouldn't be your fear; you have to care for his baby, and you have to put them above a man. 

But you cannot help but mourn the delusions of finding the love of your life. The responsibility of caring for another will be the dominant obligation. Your own dreams and goals will have to be put on the back burner just so you can care and provide a healthy childhood for your child. 

Pregnancy is such a tremendous responsibility, a burden even. And although you've taken the possibility of pregnancy seriously, you've still skirted on that fine line. You f*cked around and are now finding out.

With another sigh and a sniffle, you manage to sit up again and grab your phone to see your notifications. A few emails from your classes, some IG messages from your friends, and a single text from the man himself. 

◤ Bane of My Existence I'm gonna come over after drinks with the team. ◢

"Oh, yeah?" You whisper to yourself with a sneer. Every time he comes over after drinking with the team, he's not pissed drunk, but he is tipsy, which meant he was more adamant about sleeping together. 

Why was it that whenever he came to you inebriated by alcohol, did you see the glimmer of he could be? It's like his defensive walls were down, and he allowed himself to be slightly vulnerable.

You hated it just as much as you loved it. 

For that night, you could experience what it would feel like to be something other than a warm body. His touches were tender, his kisses so intimate. He said that made your face burn and made you feel like the only woman in the world. 

And then, after everything was said and done, he'd clean you all up and lay right back by your side. Sometimes, he was silent, just listening to you. Others, he would talk to you about literally anything.

Maybe he'd talk about his day, ranting about his courses or the astronomical amount of assignments he had. He might speak about his team or volleyball, recanting his days when he brought his high school team to nationals. 

Sometimes, he'd play a song and ask your opinion on it. Those were the moments where you made notes, sneaking reminders to check up on that artist just to have something to talk about with him. 

When he had his way with you, it's like the two of you were more than...whatever the two of you were. I mean, it had to mean more when he'd lay there, a hand on your hip as he held your gaze until you fell asleep.

You loved it, you loved feeling...loved. But that's why you hated it just as much: because the man he is during the night is not the same as the man you meet when the sun is up. 

That man is callous, snarky, even dry in his responses. He finds no importance in talking to you; he replies barely, probably just enough to keep you on the line. Communicating with that man feels as if you're grasping at strings, attempting everything and anything just to get him to look your way. 

Yet your relationship with each other is weird because not every time he comes over at night does he want to have s*x. Sometimes, he just sits at your desk and works on his classwork. He doesn't even talk to you, keeping his SOMY headphones on as he focuses on his laptop. 

He could do that anywhere, yet he invades your space while not even paying attention to you. And every time he does that, you just let him be and refrain from bothering him because you don't want him to feel disturbed. 

It's pathetic and embarrassing, and you know it, yet you still can't let him go. You're putting in all the work, taking the time to learn about his interests, and trying to make some form of relationship happen. 

And that gets tiring...and that gets draining...yet you can't let this man go. How can you love him so much? How can you put up with all this stress when the easiest solution would be to move on? How are you tolerating this fwb relationship when you want a boyfriend, a lover, something serious... official.

Guess your title has changed from 'the person I occasionally sleep with' now to just 'baby Mama.' It feels...derogatory. You mean more than that; you're worth more than that. Being pregnant wasn't something you planned at all until the future when you'd already be married to the love of your life. 

You'd already be living with the man you'd spend the rest of your life with when you've attained your degrees and have a steady career. Everything's a f*cking mess, and nothing is like you've dreamed of. 

Nothing you can do will change the fact you're pregnant, and the father isn't even someone that you think you can depend on. Well...maybe you're thinking too low of him. After everything he's done to you, the way he's treated you, the way he never wanted to go past the sleeping together, it was evident that you just weren't the one. 

Yet he feels just right to you.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

You spent the next few hours cleaning before showering and changing into a fresh set of loungewear. Because you were still nauseous and felt sickly, a trash bin was kept by your bed, just in case. 

During the rest of your free time, you tried to edit your schedule and figure out everything you would have to do to care for this child. You'd need to work more and save up for the money pit children tend to be. Emailing the museum where you worked, you explained the situation and how you needed more hours. 

There might not be much that they could do, so you'll probably have to get a second job, too. The courses you took in person will have to change to online, making the whole point of physically attending college useless. 

It could either be a fricken nightmare or tolerable considering it was your last year before graduating, and that all just depends on if you can handle...everything that's changing. 

Your phone lit up, the screen presenting your notification and Tsukishima's message. 

◤ Bane of My Existence Are ur roommates here? ◢

Is being seen with you really that bad?

◤ 75 XXX XXXX No, they went out to party. Bane of My Existence K I'm outside the building. I'll just walk in when I get up. ◢

What would it feel like to proudly welcome home your partner? Would it be comforting? Gratifying? Soothing? You wonder what it would feel like not to be just some dirty little secret. 

You can hear the front door squeak open before it's slammed shut. Your heart skips a beat, your fingers twitch, and you find it difficult to sit comfortably in your own bed. 

His steps approach up the stairs, slow and languid, with no urgency at all. He has no idea about the bomb that's about to be dropped on him. 

The handle jiggles to your bedroom door as it's opened, and the man himself steps through. His golden brown eyes find yours almost immediately, and the amount of dread that fills your stomach is enough to drown you right there. 

"It's hot in here." He murmurs in an almost monotonous tone as he pulls the black sweater off his torso to leave him in a large white shirt and thrust it on your desk chair. 

"It's actually rather cold." You mumble, leaning back against your headrest while crossing your arms underneath your chest. 

Tsukishima blows air out of his nose like some condescending laugh as if he thought a joke to himself that he didn't want to share. "I can already sense your attitude." His words have a slight mocking tone as he tilts his head away.

Oh, he has no idea what's coming his way. 

Emptying his things on your desk, he unbuckled his belt to step out of his pants and thrust it haphazardly on your chair. "What a long f*cking day." He groans as he strides closer to collapse on your bed. 

With his abnormally long limbs, he looks almost comically on your bed. His head is by your hip, his arms splayed out, and his legs hanging loosely off the ends. Now, with him being much closer, you can smell the bitter alcohol wafting off his breath and cigarette smoke, too.

"How much did you drink?" You question while fiddling with your fingers in your lap atop the comforter. 

"Enough." He mutters and holds down a burp as he reaches up to remove his glasses and rub at his eyes. "It's too bright in here."  

It seems that tonight, he had drank just a little more than usual. What a coincidence. Leaning over, you shut off the lamp on the nightstand, which yielded a light sigh from the blond. For a moment, you think to yourself that maybe right now isn't the best time. 

But you know he needs to know because tonight, a decision must be made about what the two of you will do. 

Tsukishima rolls over onto his stomach as he rests one arm on your lap, his head facing away from you. "Dumb*ss can't even hit the ball." His utterance is slightly mumbled, and you know he was complaining about someone from his volleyball team.  

You're trying to work up the nerve with your throat dry and tight. The words are right there on your tongue, yet you feel as if they're stuck to your teeth with glue. 

The news you need to tell him will change everything. 

"You're quiet," Tsukishima mumbled as the hand on your lap moved to poke at your hip. "What I do now?" 

That almost brings out a laugh as you raise your knees to your chest and rub a hand over your temples. Now that you are aware of your pregnancy, your belly is a little bigger and plumper, which takes up more space. 

It really isn't something that you can just forget for a little bit and worry about later. 

"I...I need to talk to you about something." You don't even know how you managed to get the words out, but there really is no turning back. 

The blond sighs with an aggravated respire of breath. "Is it serious?" He grumbled, and you can see the vexation lacing his tone. He probably thinks you're going to ask that silly question of 'What are we?' or 'Can we be official.' 

He always avoids it, skirting around the topic or finding some way to distract you. 

"Yes." 

He shifts his head to face your direction and sighs once again. "What is it now?" His angled eyes gleam from his lens, and his sweet lips are pursed together.

"I'm-" You feel nauseous, nearly about the retch, though you manage to swallow it down with a shaky breath. "Oh f*ck. I'm pregnant...I'm pregnant, Kei." 

His expression remains impassive, not a note or tick or any micro-expressions. However, you feel that he has stopped breathing from how the bed is no longer heaving with his breaths. Blood is rushing in your ears from how quiet your bedroom has become. 

The abrupt movement of him sitting up had you jump in your spot and squeeze your hands on your biceps. 

"Are you f*cking with me? This isn't some joke-"

You interject his words by kicking your feet under your blanket. "You think I would joke about this!? This is gonna change my life forever!" It wasn't your intention to yell; you're just so overwhelmed by this whole ordeal. 

Reaching over to your nightstand, you remove the multiple pregnancy tests and thrust them on your bed. His eyes are staring at them as if dazed, with his pupils dilating. 

Suddenly, Tsukishima twists his body so he holds up his weight with his elbows on his knees and stares at the ground. One of his hands obscures his mouth, and no sound comes from him. 

Is your heart even beating? You're scared, you're terrified, you're dreading what he's going to do. And what does it say about you when there is a small part of you hoping that he wants to try and be something more? 

You'll be connected to each other forever in a way that you can't just leave. 

"Is it mine?" He finally speaks after what felt like hours of silence. 

What a dumb question; you have to scoff audibly at it. "Of course. You're the only man." Your head turned with your lips puckering. "You won't be with me, but you throw a whole fit if another man shows me interest." Now wasn't the time to be bitter or petty, yet you couldn't help but mumble those words.

His response isn't immediate; he is just sitting there, solid like a statue. What is he thinking? What's going on in his mind?

You would give anything to know.

"Please talk to me. I can't figure you out." Your voice fails you; it's jittery and slightly squeaky at the end, and you feel a sob rising in your throat. 

Tsukishima swears under his breath before standing up and stalking towards your chair. His hands are shaky but swift as he grabs his pants and rushes to put them back on. 

It felt like your world had come crashing down. All the hope you had, the possibility that it might go the other way, was quite literally hitting you like a ton of bricks. 

"W-wait, where are you going!?" Your own voice sounds like a shrill cry in your head. 

He's shoving his wallet and keys back in his pockets as he responds. "I need, f*ck. I need time to think." 

"You can't-" All air is robbed from your lungs. "It's not fair that you can just leave! What about me!? My entire life is going to change, and I can't just walk away from this-" 

"What do you want from me, then?" His shouting voice shocked both of you, and your bodies recoiled backward. His golden brown eyes widened. The man's head dipped down, and he chewed on his bottom lip, his right hand still shaking by his side. 

"Just..." You slowly get up from your sitting position and make your way over wearily. "Just talk to me. Just tell me how you're feeling. Is there anything? Are you scared? Are you worried? Do you hate me? I need to know."

Shaking his head, he turns away from you to grab his sweater and throw it over his shirt. "It doesn't matter. What's done is done already." Those words were just enough to crack open your heart. 

It feels torn, and you feel dejected. "Why am I not worth enough for you to just talk to me?" Your vision wavers, and tears well up in your eyes, muting your sight.

His head whips your way with his lips parted. Whatever it is he wanted to say is silence as he meets your gaze. Can't he see how much he affects you? Can't he see how important he is to you? Don't you make it obvious? Don't you tell him enough? 

"...That's not what you should be worried about right now." 

So that's it.  

Your wishful thinking made you look like a complete fool. What did you expect from a man who couldn't say what he wanted clearly? 

This must be what it means to be in despair. 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"(L/n)-san?" 

You jump in your seat, startled by her voice when you are lost in your thoughts. A short-haired blonde woman steps in, grinning softly. "My name is Dr. Shiori, and I'll be the OB-GYN doctor who will attend to you."

"Yes, thank you." You're being nice, but you're unsure of what to say when you are so uncomfortable. 

Shiori sits down in her chair and boots up her computer. Her room is cutely decorated with stickers and posters on the walls. It's also bright, with light streaming in through the blinds and a blaring one atop the ceiling. 

"The nurse already took your vitals, including height and weight, so now we can check in on the fetus." The woman stands up to wash her hands before drying them and putting on gloves. "It's customary that on the first check-up, we inspect the position and heartbeat. Are you ready?" 

No, no, you're not. "Of course." 

The doctor turns on the ultrasound machine on a trolley by the examination table and informs you that she's going to lift your shirt. Your belly is displayed out, slightly rounded, and pooching differently than it did when you weren't pregnant. 

"This is going to be a little cold." She squirts coupling gel on your tummy and swirls it around the skin with the transducer. 

Vibrations rattle from the machine on your left, and the soundwaves of your internal organs are picked up. The screen is just a mesh of black-and-white lines as she rolls the wand over your stomach. 

You have to turn your head away and manually control your breathing as you find yourself suddenly struck with nerves. Your skin is prickly hot, and a tightness returns to your throat. 

Maybe it's all a joke?

Maybe you got it wrong? 

Maybe you hear a heartbeat, a soft, rhythmic heartbeat, bellowing from the machine. Thump, thump, thump—it's a little fast but consistent and doesn't stop. 

You can't help but turn your head to look. And there they are on screen. So small, curled with a round little belly and tiny hands. 

"You should be around fifteen weeks. They're about the size of a plum or apple." Shiori informs as she watches the screen alongside you. "Aren't they amazing?" 

"Yeah." It's breathed out while a sob holds strong in your throat. This is real; it's so real that nothing can even deny it anymore. That's your baby right there; that's your child breathing, sleeping, and relying on you to take care of them. 

You've put your heart first, your feelings and love for Kei before your own pride. And now, this little thing comes before the love you hold for that man. If he doesn't want to be here for them, then it's his loss. 

"Heartbeat is steady. The position looks acceptable. Everything is all good. Would you like a printed image of the fetus?" You nod quickly while wiping your eyes to free them of tears. 

With that check-up completed, she cleaned you up, and the two of you sat at her desk to review prenatal educational materials and remedies for any unpleasant pregnancy symptoms. Your doctor is thorough and brings up topics that you hadn't even thought about to ask her. 

But then she asks one question that squeezes your heart. "How are you with support? Is your family there for you or the baby's father?"  

It feels embarrassing to have to say no; you have nobody. Several weeks have passed since you told Kei about your pregnancy, and he's gone radio silent. No text, not a single phone call; you don't even catch a glimpse of him on campus. 

He said he needed time to think, and enough time had passed to come to terms with it. You're under the assumption that he wants nothing to do with you anymore. 

"No." You try to smile up at her, but it feels strained. "It's just me." 

Shiori's bottom lip quivers before she breathes out audibly and rummages through her desk to grab something. "Well, everyone has their circumstances." She places down a few cards and pamphlets. "These are some resources you can use. This is a group for expectant mothers to gather and support each other. And these are government websites that you can visit to apply for aid." 

It's nice to have something that can help ease the financial and emotional burden of doing this alone. 

"I suggest you also check this website out as well to schedule childbirth classes. They can be more educational than you might think, and there are knowledgeable women who can answer any questions you have and reassure you about any fears."

You stare at the aids and think to yourself, 'Maybe I can do this without anyone else.'

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

When you arrive back at your dorm after your appointment, it came as a surprise to see the bane of your existence leaning against the wall at your front door. With his headphones on, his attention focuses on his phone so leisurely it almost pisses you off. 

You don't say anything as you approach and don't even look his way as you search through your purse for your keys. "Who are you here to see?" It's petty, and you know it, yet you can't help wanting to release some of your bitterness at him. 

"Ceinwen." 

Your fingers halt any movement as your head whips up at him, only to see his usual condescending smirk on his lips. The red hot coil in your stomach eases as you realize her weren't serious. You're still not...you still haven't worked through your own feelings. 

Still, your heart yearns for him, and your chest aches at the idea of him being with someone else. "Real funny joke. I almost laughed." 

"Then don't ask stupid questions," he responds as you unlock the door and step in. He follows right behind, shutting and locking the door while removing his shoes. 

You're already making your way to the kitchen before placing down your prescriptions and groceries on the counter. The other girls are out of their classes, so you don't have to deal with their curiosity. 

"Where did you go?" Tsukishima questioned as he approached the island and took a seat at the counter. 

Oh yeah, he's just so comfortable acting like he hadn't been a ghost this entire time. "What have you been doing this whole time?" You retort while beginning to put away your things. 

The blond groaned and leaned his arms on the island. "Can you not do this right now?" 

Your eyes flicker to his face, seeing your reflection in his glasses before turning back towards the fridge. "Can you not waste my time right now?" 

"(Y/n), can you be mature for just five minutes?" 

Milk almost falls from your hands as the anger builds up in your body. "It's not fun, is it? Trying to get a response and get only questions back. Get's on your nerves, doesn't it?" 

He doesn't reply, and you don't push for more as you finish putting everything away. It was not until you had to turn around to open your prescriptions that you got a look at his face. 

His head is down, his vision on his hands as he breathes deeply. You'd like to think he was feeling remorseful, but that might just be wishful thinking. You never really know what's on his mind; you can't figure him out. 

"You know..." The words are slightly strained as they leave your mouth. "I really don't have time to deal with you right now. I have to begin packing." 

Immediately, his head whipped up, and his arms raised to place clasped hands against his lips. "Where are you going?" He asked softly. 

"Nowhere right now." You inform while undoing a bottle of prenatal medicine. "I'm still looking for an apartment on the market. Can't raise a baby in a frat house." It really sucks, though, considering boarding was already paid for by tuition, and you had decent roommates. 

Tsukishima held your gaze for a moment before bringing out his phone and scrolling on it. "I'll send my teammate's brother's number. He owns a couple of properties, and I know he'd be willing to help you out. They owe me favors after all." 

How much work did you have to do to accept that you were going to do this all on your own? And after all that time staying silent, now he wants to help somewhat? 

"Why are you doing this?" He peers up at you through his glasses. "Why try to help after like seven weeks of silence? I don't want anything from you if you're just going to be half in. Either you take full responsibility as this baby's father or take none at all. You're the only one that gets to walk away."

The blond slinked back in his seat as he crossed his arm over his broad chest. "What is with you and labels? I'm trying to help, and you're trying to start sh*t right now." 

Blame it on the hormones, but your anger was simply unmanageable. It spurs tears to well up and cascade down your face in thick streams. His lips pursed tightly, and his entire spine had straightened up entirely at your visceral reaction. 

"Don't you get it?! I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you so far long, even though you've treated me like sh*t and just some b*tch that you f*ck; I've been putting in all this effort for you to see that I am worth more than that."

You can't hold it down anymore; you can't act like you can just get over it. "I'm the one that knows what classes you have, when, and even what your grades are. I know what profession you want to go into. I know all about your volleyball history and how you got that scar in high school. I even go to every single one of your games, yet I bet you don't know that I'm even there." 

It's like a damn was burst open, its walls destroyed as you cannot stop the torrent of water escaping through. "I know every song in your stupid f*cking playlist. I cancel any plans just in case you text and want to come over. I put in all this effort; I put you above everything else. I barely even asked for anything from you, and you barely even gave me the bare minimum." 

With hands scrunched into fists, you step toward the island, your face just a few inches from each other. "...I didn't even ask you to take responsibility for this baby. All I wanted was for you just to tell me what you were feeling, what you were thinking." 

How cathartic it feels to get that weight off your shoulders. You held that in, held everything in, because you needed to be careful with your wording. Now, it feels like you can breathe just a little easier. 

Tsukishima swallowed strenuously as his head turned away, his gaze lingering on anything but you. "If I treat you so horribly, then why don't you just tell me off? Why do you keep torturing yourself?" 

"Come on!" You grab the sides of his hair and force him to look at you. He doesn't even fight you while he frowns thickly. "I said it already. I'm in love with you. All I wanted was just to be yours officially." 

Slowly, his hands reach up to grab your wrist and pull them away from his face. His skin is hot, his palms are clammy, and he's looking at you in a way that he never has before. 

However, it seems that you got your hopes up as he stands back to his feet and turns away without another word. All you can do is watch him leave, hearing him unlock the front door and shut it behind him.

You thought that you were getting somewhere; you thought that, finally, you made it through the thick walls he'd put up. But once again, you're made to look like the fool. 

Ring!  

Your skeleton nearly jumped through your skin at the jolting call of your phone. Snatching it, you answer it without even looking at the screen as your hands aggressively wipe the tears off your face. "Hello?" 

"I can't do it." Tsukishima's voice reverberates in your head. 

"W-what...?" 

He takes a deep breath on the other line. "I can't look you in the face and tell you that I'm in love with you too when I'm scared that doing so would make it real." Another breath, one shaky and uneven. "It being real means that it can all go to sh*t and destroy me. Not having you would destroy me, (Y/n)." 

You're not even breathing, standing there staring at nothing with bated breath. 

"Just...Just give me some time. I want to try for you but I'm not good at this. Every time I look you in the eyes, I can't get a single word out. You're too good for me, and I'm scared for when you realize that, too." 

All the strength in your knees has dispersed as you slowly keel over, on your hands and knees, with your forehead pressing on the lacquered wooden floor. 

Such simple words, a few sentences, yet it's all you've ever wanted to hear. You would have understood him if you knew how he felt. 

"...Can you wait for me...?" 

You shouldn't even entertain him. You shouldn't even give him any leeway to think that he can f*ck with your emotions anymore. Why are you the one that has to wait for him? He's already had three years to be able to get the words out.

But you're weak, in love, and pregnant. You just want him by your side for a bit of support. You want to believe that if you did, you're finally going to get the man you've always wanted. 

"How long?" It feels like a gush of air from your lungs. 

"I don't know." He answers after a moment of silence. "I know I have no right to ask anything else from you, but I want to be there for...for you and this baby. It took two to make that child, and I want to do my part."

You shouldn't say yes. You can do it on your own. You can do it by yourself. 

But he has your heart in the palm of his hands. 

"Okay." 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Only briefly did you communicate with him the following four weeks. Just a few times, he texted to check in and make sure you were doing okay. He seemed busy, his responses short, but you already decided he had another chance. 

But soon, you're going to confront him; how much longer are you supposed to wait?

Other than that, you've been doing everything you could to prepare for this baby. You're working more, saving up for future expenses. Right now, all your grades are passing, better than before, as you've dedicated yourself to fully graduating with excellent remarks. 

You were going to need all the credibility you could gather when people would judge you right off the bat for having a baby so young. The childbirth classes you were taking were going well, and the support group of other expecting mothers helped you make good friends with other people who could actually relate to your situation. 

It did feel like you were alone in this pregnancy when you were the only one experiencing the joys of expecting. There was your baby's first kick, the first movement when recognizing your voice; it was a shame your baby's father wasn't there to experience it. 

However, he did something most shocking, which was the turning point in your relationship. 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

It's early morning; fog is still rolled out across the city, and dew drops still water the grass. The sun is so far off in the distance that its warmth doesn't reach you, leading to a scarf wrapped tightly around your neck and lower face. 

You are dressed in a thick coat and several undertops, with your belly just growing big enough to press against the structure of your jacket. It's not huge yet, but by now, your baby should already be the size of a mango in your womb. 

Quietly, you walked down the street from the bus stop until you arrived at a residential section with the address on your phone. The building was at least three stories, but it looked new and modern, with strong gates around the perimeter and a gate call box. 

You pressed the button and informed the property owner at his office that you were here for your walk-in. The gate had opened, and he called to let you know to meet him downstairs at the specific number. 

When you knocked and were let in, you most definitely did not expect the blond man himself to be sitting down on a sofa chair. He raised his head and met your gaze, a sly grin on his lips as he leaned his head against his fist. "Nice of you to join us." He muses at your flabbergasted expression. 

Noriaki, the property owner, had only grinned with a closed-eyed smile. "Well, now that everyone is here, let's go look at the available room."

You couldn't say anymore, quite literally dumbfounded at that moment. Silently, you followed behind and entered one of the three apartments on the second floor. Immediately, you smell the scent of lime and are engulfed in light from the glass sliding door in the living room by the balcony. 

"I had different counters put in and a new oven. The fridge isn't the latest model, but it's the most reliable one from the company." The brunet speaks as he leads you two around.

Tsukishima is silent, simply observing everything and checking the small details of certain appliances. The place was exquisite, with two rooms and a surprisingly large bathroom. Even the water pressure was intense and gushed forcefully from the showerhead.

It had everything you wanted, including a storage room just down the hall at the end that could be converted into a small room if needed. 

You wanted this place badly, and even with the deal Noriaki made just for you, the final price still exceeded the budget you could afford to pay alone.  

"So what do you think?" The owner asked once everything was explored and looked about. 

"It's gorgeous." You state while a hand moves to press against the small of your back. "It's still just too much for me to pay by myself." 

"Who said you're paying by yourself?" Tsukishima asked while flicking your forehead. "Why else do you think I'm here?" 

Your head twists to the side with a brow raised almost dramatically. "I-you-" He pinches your cheek but grins a guileless smile that doesn't feel so mean. 

"You're not the only one who was preparing. After all, we have a baby to take care of together." His words came out so smoothly that you struggled to comprehend them. 

You're the one standing there gaping at him dumbfoundedly. You knew he needed time, but you hadn't expected to be ready for...well, this. 

"Shall we go and sign the lease?" Noriaki asked lightly, hands clasped behind his back. 

The blond was the one who answered you. "Yeah, let's go." And he was even the one to grab your hand and drag you to the elevator when you stood nearly shortcircuiting. 

It feels surreal to get this from him when you have tried so hard before. Are things really changing for the better?

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

You had thought things were changing, yet when you asked him to go with you two for your twenty-week check-up, he said that he was busy. It was a little bit of wishful thinking to believe that he'd be there for everything. 

Tsukishima was still the same person he was before, but only now has he stepped up to take care of his responsibility. 

Really, you should have lowered your expectations to minimize your disappointment. But you put that aside for now as you arrive for your appointment. You were there for a check-up and to finally find out the gender of your little fetus. 

"We're going to try something different," Dr. Shiroi communicated as she rolled into a different machine. It looked like a larger ultrasound machine with a bigger body and a more extended trolley. "This is a GE Voluson Ultrasound Machine. It's used to see a 3D/4D real-time visualization of your baby." 

You've heard about this being used to render a physical mold of a blind woman's baby's face so she could feel what they looked like.

You cried when you saw your first ultrasound; you think you might bawl if you were to see something so visually accurate before birth.  

The OB-GYN did the same thing she did last time, raising your shirt to smear the cool coupling jelly on your bare skin. As the transducer is being rolled around on your belly, you hear the sound waves of your body's natural functions while you lay eager to see the 4D rendering. 

An abrupt knock echoes from your door as a nurse peeks in to look your way. "Sorry to interrupt, but there is a man here who goes by Tsukishima Kei. He says that he is here to see the mother of his child," she says quietly. 

You're so startled by her words that you don't realize you were just lying there silently until Shiori spoke. "Well, should we let him in?"

Already on the verge of crying from your hormones, you could not trust your voice, so you nodded. The door shut slightly before it was opened again, and Tsukishima walked in while twisting his head away from the bright light in the room. 

"Work was being a b*tch, and I couldn't get off-" His words come to a complete halt as a heartbeat fills the room—thump, thump, thump, a little slower, still as rhythmic and soothing as before. 

He whipped his head your way, his golden brown eyes consumed by the sight on the screen. His shoulders had slumped, the straps of his bag falling as it hit the ground with a loud thud. You could hear him suck in a gasp with his mouth remaining agape. 

"That's..." He didn't need to finish his sentence as you nodded and turned to look at it, too. 

The screen has a black background, with the colored model of your fetus a medallion yellow hue. You can see the shape of their face, the roundness in their cheeks, and the imprint of their lips. They have all five fingers, with their right hand pressed against their face and the left circled against their chest. The little legs of the fetus are curled up to their chest, a secure position as they sleep so blissfully unaware of the world outside your belly.

"It's our baby, Kei."

He broke down. You can hear his body collapse in a waiting chair against the wall as he chokes on his breath. "My god."

Shiori hums as she moves the transducer slightly. "It looks like...a healthy baby girl. Congratulations." 

You're doing it again; the tears are falling without an order. "Oh, a daughter." You croak with a hand reaching up to touch the screen. "We're having a daughter, Kei." 

Gradually, your head turns back to face the blond, yet you couldn't imagine you'd ever see this sight. With his face hidden in the palms of his hand, you can see the slight droplets of tears peaking through between his fingers. His sagging shoulders are jittering while he clenched his jaw, holding in a sob. 

You have become aware of many things during this pregnancy. You know you have faults, you know you're not perfect, and you know you've been thinking of Kei as cruel. There were many things you just assumed and took the initiative of believing and granted; it was because he never talked to you about what he truly felt, but still. There is still so much to learn about him. 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

The ride home in Tsukishima's car was silent; there was no talking, and not even the radio was playing. It was hard to have anything to say after such a touching familial moment at the doctors. 

You wonder how he feels right now. Did it become so surreal when he finally heard his daughter's heartbeat, when he finally saw her little face staring right back at him? It was a distinct moment to which very few things could compare. 

He pulled into the underground parking spot and turned the car on to park. Although it was shut off, the blond didn't move as he stared ahead through the glass. His hands are frozen on his lap while his expression remains impassive, unreadable. 

"What's wrong?" It was a simple question, yet one he seemed to avoid as he usually kept his feelings all bottled up. 

Yet you were pleasantly surprised when the young man had blown air out of his mouth and turned to face you. "This is real?" He asked softly. 

"Yeah." You reply with a light chuckle. "It's all real, Kei. We're having a little girl, and she'll be here soon." 

Tsukishima leaned back in his seat as his adam bobbed from a strenuous swallow. "Hate how thankful I am that you didn't move on from me." 

You almost make fun of him, nearly; it was so hard to bite those words down. But you manage only to nod your head and place a hand on his. "Come on, let's go upstairs." 

He didn't need to be told twice as he heaved his body out and wrapped his arms around the other side of the car to open the passenger side. "What a gentleman! " you jeered, yet he said nothing slyly back. 

When you both had ridden the elevator to your floor and entered your apartment, the sun was just about setting. Its warm rays stream in through the glass sliding door, and you take a moment just to stand there and bask in it. 

"Kei?" 

He hums as you hear him kick over a box that still needs to be unpacked. 

Turning to face him, he stares at you curiously. "We need to have better communication." He rolls his eyes dramatically, but you only laugh. "I'm serious. You don't even know how upset I was when I thought you didn't want to come to my appointment. If you had just told me that you were working and might not be able to get off, I would have been fine with that. You know what I would have told you?" 

"Hmm?" He hums while shifting his gaze away and stuffing his hands in the pockets of his slacks. 

"That it was okay, that I understood. If you had just told me that you wanted to be there, but something important like work was not letting you off, the heartache I felt, and the questioning of if you really cared about me would have never happened. It would have been that easy." 

"I know that-" 

You interject his words with a shake of your head as you step towards him. "Don't lie to me. What are you so scared of that makes it hard to communicate with me or just to tell me about your feelings?" 

He sighs exasperatedly while cocking his head in a different direction. "I don't know, (Y/n)." His answering would have enraged you if it were the you before your pregnancy. But you've been through so much, had many realizations and conclusions, and are more open with your thoughts. 

Lightly, you grab his hands and hold them firmly. His skin is warm, and his fingers and palms have rough callouses from his hard work playing volleyball. "Then we're just going to have to figure it together. Because there is no way you're getting rid of me. I love you, Kei. Where am I going to go when we're starting our future together right here?" 

He breathes deeply, chest expanding before you hear the exhale. His golden brown eyes behind his dark frames finally look down at you with the corner of his lip quirking upwards. "I don't remember you being so sappy. It's gross." 

"Ah!" You release his hands to poke him harshly at the waist. "Don't even lie. You know you like it. Someone at least has to be open with their feelings." 

Tsukishima clicked his tongue while swatting your hand away. His towering body turned at an angle to walk down the hallway, though he had halted at first before turning back to face you. "You get on my nerves sometimes." 

"Oh, I could say the same thing about you." You stress back to him playfully. "Now, instead of being a meaniehead, let's figure out what to do for dinner. I'm starving." 

The blonde laughed to himself as he began walking in the direction of the kitchen, but not before flicking your forehead lightly. "Fat a**." 

"And you like this fat a**. That's why I'm pregnant." You drawl while twirling a piece of your hair, and you get the exact response you wanted. He knocked over the napkin dispenser on the island counter from your remark and flung back to glare at you 'harshly.' 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

When a man finally steps up, you notice the effort he has put in that you should have deserved long ago. Finally, receiving the same amount you have put in feels rewarding in a way nothing else has. 

Although his change seems drastic, perhaps he had always been like that. His insecurities and fear kept him from being the man he could be. You notice it almost immediately; the small things he's been doing have been adding up. 

The foods you've been craving or briefly mentioned are in the cupboards the next day. You complained once that the towel you were using was becoming too small to wrap around yourself, and then suddenly, the next time you showered, two new towels were waiting for you on the counter. 

When you've struggled to get up late at night to wash yourself, he throws your things down by your side of the bed and dramatically sits next to you. His rough hands would then surprisingly clean it for you tenderly, softly, but then once he was done, he'd complain about needing to baby you. 

Yet even when he complains or mutters how annoying something is, he does it again and again. You've dreamed about who would be your one, and although he's a bit different than your imagination, he's exactly what you want. 

Even with his silly little quirks. 

"This is literally all common sense," Tsukishima complains while pointing down at your lesson binder. "What kind of dumb** doesn't know how to hold a baby." 

You can only roll your eyes at his usual complaints. "You whine every time, yet you still come." 

Tsukishima has been coming with you to your childbirth classes, to every single one, even though he complains every time. Nevertheless, each time you say you're going to go alone, he's prying you away from the bus stop and grabbing your hand to drag you to his car.

Maybe he should just say he wants to be around you instead of acting all snobby hehe. 

"Somebody has to make sure you're not doing something stupid." He muttered, leaning back in his seat while crossing his arms over his chest. 

Playfully gasping, you poke him at the waste. "Aw, you actually care about me?" The expression he had on his face when he whipped down to look at you was hilarious. It was as if he was saying, are you seriously serious right now? 

A lady from behind your table laughs to herself as her husband snickers softly. "It's nice to see your caring boyfriend here as usual." Sachiko jest while resting her hands on her pregnant belly. 

"He's not my boyfriend." Were your immediate words, you're just the mother of his child. 

"Princess." Tsukishima suddenly lamented in a whiney voice while he wrapped a long arm over your back to hug your shoulders. "I wish you would stop telling people that when you are upset with me." 

You nearly choke on your saliva as the others around you laugh lightly at the scene. "Young love." Someone sighs under their breath almost dreamily. 

Most of his jokes either go over your head, or you let it slide, but this one was sticking to you. Although things have been changing, most definitely for the better, the topic of your relationship with each other wasn't brought up. 

He's taking responsibility and fully investing in it, but you want him to be more. Maybe that was your issue: always wanting more. 

For the rest of the class, you were silent, listening to the lady up front but not joking around with the blond by your side. He noticed it, you could tell, but he refrained from bringing it up in front of the others. It wasn't until the two of you were in the car, driving back to your apartment, that he spoke. 

At thirty weeks pregnant, you really cannot help if your emotions control you so strongly.

"Alright, what's bothering you now?" He asked while leaning an elbow on his door side. 

"Nothing." Came your mumbled reply as you rested your head on the window, staring out at the darkness of the late night. 

Tsukishima sighed exhaustedly before flicking on his turn signal and shifting. "I'm only going to ask you what's wrong once. After that, you can act like a kicked puppy all you want." 

You sneered at him while turning your head in his direction. "You're just going to make fun of me." 

"Even if you are going to say something stupid, I'm still gonna answer." 

Your eyes stare at his side profile for a moment as you debate whether or not to tell. But you give him soon after as you couldn't go any longer feeling wretched. "I'm sad that we're not dating. I know that I'm the mother of your baby, but I also want to be your girlfriend, maybe wife one day." 

The car came to an abrupt halt that had you jerk in your seat. The blond turned to face you with his eyes squinted and lips stretched into a frown. "What the hell are you on about? Of course, we're together." He states as if it were so apparent. 

Now it was your turn to have a bewildered expression while you held your hands out, pointing at yourself. "Um, how am I supposed to know that? We never officially stated what we were, and you never asked me. What am I supposed to think?" 

"God, why are you like this?" He complains as he starts driving again. "I thought it was obvious. You're the mother to my child. We're living together. I took responsibility, and that means being there for not only the baby but you as well." 

You hated that he was right, somewhat. Slouching in your seat and pouting, you shifted your gaze back to the window. "I just wanted some clarification. Would have been nice if you asked me." Your mumbling words immediately result in a sigh from the man. 

He pulled into the underground parking lot and parked before turning to face you. "Will you be my girlfriend?" 

Slowly, you turned your head to meet his gaze. "No." 

"(Y/n)." He groaned while yanking his keys out of the ignition. "Stop playing around. I'm being serious." 

"So am I. Either put in the effort actually to ask me to be yours or don't ask me at all. I deserve to be treated just a little bit more importantly." 

He was silent the rest of the night, and you hadn't brought it up again. You were tired of the bare minimum, and even though he has been proving more and being there, you wanted him just to try a little bit harder. 

And it seemed that your words had gotten to him. The following day, you woke up to his side of the bed already done and remade. He probably had classes that early morning, so you weren't in a rush to get ready for your day. 

Lazying about for a little longer, you decided to get up after a while once your stomach cried for some food. Yet you quite nearly sh*t yourself at the sound of something moving in your kitchen. Peeking over as carefully as you could with a pregnant belly, you had not expected to see Tsukishima cooking in the kitchen. 

He wore your frilly pink apron over his work clothes as he made all your favorite things. You stepped closer, astonished and astounded by things you didn't expect, like the candies and cute little teddy bears on the counter. Or vases of your favorite flowers with cards leaned against them. 

Tsukishima heard the pitter-patter of your footsteps and spoke without turning around to face you. "I realized I've never given you flowers." 

You're nearly in tears from your hormones. "How did you know those were my favorite flowers?" You asked with a slight squeak to your voice. 

The blonde circled around to place another plate down in the middle of the items he bought. "I know a lot about you too, (Y/n). Now eat; I have to be back at work in an hour." 

Respring a heavy breath, you held back your tears and took a seat on the island. You couldn't wait to dig in, and dig in, did you? The man himself had stayed in the kitchen, washing the dishes before leaning against the counter and just watching you eat. 

By the time you were done, everything was eaten up, and you slouched in your seat, patting your bulging belly over your sleepwear. "That hit the spot." 

Tsukishima hummed while stepping forward to lean his elbows on the surface by your plate. "Now that you've eaten my food, you have no right to refuse me asking you to be my girlfriend." You peered at him with squinted eyes while attempting to hold down a smile. "So, will you finally be my girlfriend?" 

Yeah, that made you feel good. "I suppose." You sing it impishly." "Yes, I will be your girlfriend." 

"Good." After all that, he walked over to your side to kiss your temple before going to the front door to put on his coat and leave for work. 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Throughout your pregnancy, Tsukishima has surprised you, and he continued to surprise you constantly. It feels like all that sadness and despair that happened before was decades ago. It feels so silly to think about the issues you had and how all of it could have been avoided if you both just communicated better. 

And although he still struggles with expressing himself clearly and not just holding a mask over his true feelings, he's putting in the effort that you've always wanted. 

However, he still continues to surprise you when one day, at thirty-six weeks pregnant, he tells you to get dressed because you are going to meet his family. 

You were in a daze while preparing to go, and on the long car ride there, you couldn't help but get more anxious. Meeting his family was such a huge step. It felt like it made your relationship even more real. He's not someone who would bring around just anyone, and yes, although you are pregnant with his baby, he didn't have to introduce you at all. 

When finally arrived at his home, you felt like you were going to throw up. You're breathing had increased in speed as you gasped for air. 

"(Y/n), breathe," Tsukishima murmured and grasped at your clenched hands. Your eyes fling his way only for him to have leaned forward and kissed your lips softly. Oh, how you melted in his embrace. "There is nothing to be nervous about. They love you already." 

You stared at him with your lips slightly agape. "You talk about me to them?" 

"Of course." He states while raising a hand to pinch your cheek lightly. "I've talked about you long before you were even pregnant." 

It was too much for your little 'ol heart; you couldn't stop the tears that prompted the blond to swipe them away quickly. "Stop crying. You're going to make it seem like I abuse you."

"Abuse me with love." You joke with a quivering voice. 

Kissing your lips once more, he pats your face dry while avoiding your gaze. "You can be so annoying sometimes." 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

The birth came unexpectantly, just cramps and leg pain that you thought was normal as you had them before when you brought your thirty weeks. 

Yet when a particular piercing cramp in your lower belly woke you from your slumber and a wetness spread between your thighs, you knew what was happening. 

You awoke your partner with a startled cry and told him what had happened. He was up to his feet in an instant. Throwing on his clothes, he helped you clean up first, then put on your clothes and threw the to-go bag in the car. 

The blond does not show his emotions easily, yet you can tell he is nervous from his thumping leg and jittery fingers. As he made his way to the hospital, he kept looking at you, checking on your condition. 

Arriving, the nurses were quick to take you away to get checked and placed in a birthing room. You had to deal with the contractions that came in rolling waves of pain and tight uncomfortableness. 

Laying on the hospital bed with the time ticking and your contractions beginning to arrive quicker than before, something hot started to creep up your spine. 

Nerves and anxiety spiked, overwhelming you as they gripped your mind tightly. Tsukishima noticed the slight change in your demeanor quickly, rolling his chair closer to your side. 

"What's wrong?" He asked genuinely. 

You can only look up at him with tears in your eyes. "I'm scared, Kei. What if something goes wrong? What if-" He silences you efficiently with one of his hands moving to hold the side of your face. 

"It's okay to be scared," he murmured, looking at you with tender eyes. "I'm scared, too. I'm afraid to finally hold our daughter in my arms and realize that our entire world will revolve around that little thing." His thumb caressed your cheek, the calloused texture scratchy yet comforting against your skin. "We're going to be okay. Our daughter is going to be okay. God, I can't even wait to hear her annoying little baby cries." 

You cannot help but laugh and reach to hold tightly onto his other hand. "That's going to get old real fast." 

"It will," he replied, smiling genuinely. "But we'll experience it all together." 

For the rest of the night, he was by your side, holding your hand and distracting you from the contractions. When Shiori came and said you were dilated enough, the birthing began. 

It's happening—it was finally happening! After months of preparation, after months of talking to her through your skin, she'll be out here, able to be held in your arms. 

The childbirth classes you took prepared you for this, and they told you about the pain, but the process of pushing her out through your pelvis was a pain you were absolutely unprepared for. You had screamed and grunted, choking on your own breath as you pushed. 

Period cramps had nothing on this; you couldn't even fathom it. Tsukishima was actually useful, letting you squeeze his hand until it almost broke and talking you through it. His voice was so soothing as he attempted to keep his pitch calm.

With him by your side as a support pillar, you felt safe and secure. And to think you were going to do it alone before. How strong all those single mothers must be to be able to lay here in this bed and experience this pain by themselves. 

And finally, after several hours of pushing and screaming and crying, the shrill cry of a newborn filled the delivery room. Oh, her little cry, it blared over the sounds of the machine and nurses talking. 

"You did it." Tsukishima congratulated you with a kiss on your sweaty temple. "So proud of you, Princess." 

Smiling weakly, the two of you watched as a midwife took your daughter to a sink and cleaned her carefully before weighing her. Your hand that was gripping him from the pain was now merely holding him tightly to ground yourself back to reality. 

She's so tiny, yet she already has a head of thick hair. The midwife wrapped your baby carefully in a pink blanket and small little pink beanie before placing her on your chest.  

You and your partner just stare at her in awe, overwhelmed by her ugly cuteness. Her crying had ceased, and finally, her eyes had opened to stare back at you two with her father's golden brown eyes. It's so warm; her gaze is so warm and innocent. 

These little sounds vibrate on your skin. It's like her little humming and gurgling are helping your heartbeat. This is your baby, the daughter of you, and the love of your life. 

"There's no one I'd rather have been the mother to my child," Tsukishima muttered while raising a finger to rub against her cheek. "Only you could give me such a beautifully ugly thing." 

A laugh reverberates against your chest, and your daughter curls her head against your skin as if she recognizes who you are. "Do you think she will be tall?"

"Interesting thing to ask right after birth." The blond replied, looking at you sideways before knocking your head lightly with his. "Whether she'll be tall or not, we'll find out together. But I know she'll be as pretty as her mother." 

You grin, overwhelmed by the pure happiness you are feeling at this moment. "I love you." Your first words were directed at your daughter before you looked up to meet your boyfriend's gaze. "And I love you too." 

His lips pursed, tight and firm, before he closed his eyes and rested his head atop yours. "I love you too."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Requested by detredoomy on Wattpad.

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Veridis Quo pt. 2 ~~ Richard Z. Kruspe

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I'm pregnant'' you finally said scared for his reaction. You knew that at his age you wouldn't want a baby anymore. 'He looked a little shocked at you and right at that moment Margaux walked in with Maxime. ''We are off.. but are you two okay?'' Margaux said with a little concern and Richard nodded. '' I will tell you later''. Richard picked up Maxime and hugged her tight. ''Have fun at your mom's okay? And be kind to her'' Maxime nodded and then hugged me. '' Are you going to clay with me again next time? I had so much fun'' she said and you felt tears welling up. ''Yes sweetheart i will'' She smiled and walked to the frontdoor. Maxime and Margaux left and as soon Richard closed the frontdoor you start to sob. '' Babe, come here'' Richard said and pulled you in for a hug. ''I'm sorry, i know you already have 3 kids and that you aren't the youngest anymore. I forgot to got that fucking contraceptive shot.. We were so bussy'' Richard rubbed your hair and let you cry out. There was no point in going against you now. After 5 minutes you took a deep breath and dried your tears. Richard looked at you with a smile. '' Better?'' You start laughing and nodded. '' Goddamn hormones'' you mumbled. '' Come'' Richard said and took your hand while sat you both down on the couch. You didn't give him any time to reply because you started to talk again '' Richard, you are the love of my life. I never want kids if it wasn't with you. I'll understand if you are not happy with this,-'' '' Sweetheart, let me talk'' Richard interrupt you. '' No, i'm not the youngest but i think we can manage it. We have both our parts to fill in. It isn't just that you have to take your shot and i don't have to think about anything but it's my responsibility to. I love my children and i would love this one the same. I think it's really special we are having a child together because i know if i was younger we would have a lot of children sweetheart'' Richard said sincerely. Tears would roll down your cheeks again, but this time from happiness. ' I'm so happy Richard. I know it's gonna be a lot of work but i will always be there to take care of her/him. You also need your time to recover between concerts'' Richard kissed your lips. '' Baby, we will be alright'' His hand slid to your stomach and stayed there. ''Your sister is gonna be so happy little one'' He went down to kiss your stomach before looking at you again. ''God, What do I owe this beautiful, sweet and sexy man to?'' you said while looking at Richard before kissing him. '' It's gonna be a hard nine months for you babe, because my hormones are raging and you are just to sexy'' you said while biting your lip. '' Ohh don't worry baby, i can manage it'' he looked at you lustfully before pulling you to his bedroom.

[dippindaz]

in the mood for some angst/fluff pretty plz nobody else writes like you🥹 maybe eddie’s little sister getting pregnant by billy and eddie flips out on her and hurt reader’s feelings ? she thought eddie would be supportive and telling him would go better after billy freaked out walked out on her when she told him the news (he comes back ofc ) add some defensive Wayne in there ? a happy ending where the baby arrives and we get some uncle eddie and grandpa Wayne and dad Billy ?

Oh my goodness, so many different dynamics I love it!! Also thank you thank so much 🥰🥰 I hope you enjoy it!!

6.6k words

Warnings: Pregnancy, unplanned pregnancy, Mentions of terminating a pregnancy, Eddie and Billy have very negative reactions to the news, angst/fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of childbirth, mentions of being someone up, (I think that's it).

You wished you had paid more attention to your period and how you felt on it. Maybe you would’ve realized something was off sooner. It wasn’t until you noticed your stomach had looked bloated for the past few days that you felt something was wrong.

When you took the pregnancy test you were certain it would be negative. It had to be right? It wasn’t like you and Billy ever had unprotected sex… well maybe once. Or twice or another couple times after that, but it wasn’t like you planned to do it unprotected.

You had to wait an ungodly amount of time for the test to give you a positive or negative. And by that, you had to wait five minutes. And you spent each second of those five minutes kneeled over the toilet, feeling like you were going to vomit up your stomach.

When a second line began to form on the test you got so lightheaded you fell back on your ass. Most everything after that had been a blur for you. Bouts of disbelief, crying, and an almost constant irritability. Billy knew something was wrong with you, especially once you started avoiding him.

You decided to tell him at his place. You figured if things went badly—which, let’s be honest, they probably would—you could just leave. You didn’t want to be stranded somewhere after getting your heart ripped out.

Billy sat on the edge of his unmade bed, shirtless, running a hand through his damp hair from his post-shift shower. He looked at you with mild curiosity, the usual smug glint in his eyes dimmed by exhaustion.

"You look like you're about to puke," he said, lighting a cigarette. "What’s goin' on?"

You took a deep breath, fingers twisting the hem of your sweater. "I have to tell you something,"

His eyebrows furrowed. "Alright, spill."

For a moment you were quiet. You had to look away.

“I’m pregnant.”

Billy froze. The cigarette hovered just inches from his lips before he set it down in the ashtray, exhaling sharply.

“No, you’re not.”

“I am.”

His jaw clenched, a bitter laugh forcing its way out of his throat. “That’s not funny.”

“I’m not joking, Billy.”

Silence.

Then he was up, pacing the room, hands gripping his head like he could squeeze the reality out of his skull. “No. Nope. That’s not—No. That’s not happenin'.”

Your stomach twisted. “Billy, I—”

“How the hell am I supposed to afford a kid?” He snapped, turning on you. His voice was sharp, but underneath it, you could hear the panic creeping in. “I can barely afford rent. My car’s a piece of shit, I don’t have any savings—I don’t even know what the hell I’m doing tomorrow, let alone the next eighteen years.”

“I know,” you said, voice cracking. “I didn't plan for this anymore than you.”

He shook his head, scoffing. “Jesus. A fuckin' kid? With me?” He let out a hollow laugh, but there was nothing amused about it. “I can’t do this.”

Something in your chest cracked. “Billy, please—”

“No!” He cut you off, hands flying up like he needed to physically push the thought away. “I’m not cut out for this shit. I’m not—” His voice caught, and he let out a frustrated breath. “I can’t be a dad.”

Tears blurred your vision, but you blinked them away. “So what? You’re just gonna leave me?”

Billy didn’t answer right away. He just looked at you, something tortured flickering behind his eyes. For a second, you thought maybe—maybe—he’d change his mind.

Then, with a slow shake of his head, he grabbed his hoodie from the chair and shoved past you toward the door.

“Billy,” you choked out, voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t stop.

The door slammed behind him, leaving you standing there in his empty room, your heart breaking into pieces.

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Eddie had been watching you like a hawk for days. Every time you flinched at loud noises, every time you pushed your food around your plate without eating, every time you avoided his eyes when he asked what was wrong—it all added up. And now, after cornering you in your shared trailer, he had finally had enough.

“You’re gonna tell me what’s going on,” he said, arms crossed as he blocked the doorway to the tiny kitchen. “I don’t care if I have to sit here all damn night, but I’m not letting you keep acting like a freak without telling me why.”

You swallowed hard, feeling cornered. There was no getting out of this. If you lied, he’d see right through it. If you refused, he’d pester you until you cracked anyway. So, with your heart pounding, you took a shaky breath and forced the words out.

“I’m pregnant.”

The silence that followed was so heavy it felt like the whole trailer sank under the weight of it. Eddie just stared at you, his lips parted slightly, his face completely unreadable. Then he let out a sharp, breathless laugh—one with absolutely no humor in it.

“No,” he said flatly. “No, you’re not.”

Your throat tightened. “I am.”

Eddie shook his head, stepping back like you had physically hit him. “You’re not,” he repeated, voice rising. “Because you wouldn’t be that fucking stupid. Right? Right?”

Tears burned in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “Eddie—”

“No!” He raked his hands through his hair, pacing in a tight circle like he couldn’t stand still. “You’re—you’re serious? You’re actually serious right now?”

You wished the floor would open and swallow you whole. You don't say anything, but that's answer enough.

Eddie let out a humorless, almost crazed laugh. “Oh, great! That’s just fucking great! My little sister knocked up by fucking Billy Hargrove? Are you—have you completely lost your goddamn mind?”

You wrap your arms around yourself. “I didn’t plan for this to happen, Eddie.”

“That’s the problem!” he shouted. “You weren’t supposed to let this happen! You’re supposed to be the responsible one, the one who actually has a future! And now you’re tied to him forever? Jesus Christ.”

His words hit like a punch to the gut. You had thought about all of this already, of course you had. But hearing it from him—hearing the disgust in his voice, the disappointment—it was heart shattering.

Eddie pressed his hands to his face and let out a slow, shaking breath. When he finally dropped them, his eyes were burning with something sharp and unforgiving. “Tell me you’re not keeping it.”

Your stomach twisted violently. “I—”

“Tell me you’re not keeping it.” His voice was lower now, almost pleading.

You looked away.

Eddie let out a strangled, bitter laugh. “Unbelievable. You’re throwing your whole life away for him? You think he’s gonna stick around for this? Hargrove? That asshole? You really think he’s cut out to be a dad?”

You flinched at the venom in his voice. “You don’t know him like I do.”

“Oh, right, because he’s just so different with you, huh?” Eddie sneered. “That’s what they all say, sweetheart. And then one day, you wake up and realize you’ve ruined your whole fucking life.”

You turned away, tears beginning to escape from your eyes. “You don't have to be such a dick.”

“Yeah? What did you expect? A fucking baby shower?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “God, I can’t even look at you right now.”

Eddie stormed past you, shoving open the trailer door so hard it nearly came off its hinges. He didn’t even look back before disappearing into the night, leaving you standing there.

After that, you crumbled to the floor in the kitchen, bawling your eyes out. The two people who were always there for you, the two you counted on the most. Suddenly, weren't there.

The hours passed in a blur.

You sat curled up on the couch in the trailer, staring blankly at the dark television screen. The weight of everything pressed down on your chest, making it hard to breathe.

It had been a whole day and you barely moved. Eddie hadn’t come back. Billy hadn’t called. The two most important people in your life had walked away, and now you were left with nothing.

But the familiar rumble of a truck engine outside made you stir. A few moments later, the door creaked open, and Uncle Wayne stepped inside, shaking the chill from his jacket.

The second he laid eyes on you, he stopped short.

“Sweetheart,” he said slowly, setting his lunchbox down on the counter. “What’s wrong?”

You swallowed hard, blinking up at him. He looked exhausted from work, but his brows were furrowed with concern as he took in your red-rimmed eyes, your trembling hands clutching the blanket around you like it was the only thing keeping you together.

“It’s nothing,” you tried, voice hoarse from crying.

Wayne didn’t buy it for a second. “Bullshit.” He sat down beside you, resting his forearms on his knees. “Talk to me.”

Tears welled in your eyes again, and this time, you didn’t bother holding them back. “I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, he didn’t move. He just sat there, letting the words settle between you.

Then, to your surprise, he nodded, rubbing a hand over his scruffy jaw. “Well, shit.”

A watery laugh bubbled out of you, but it died just as quickly as you choked back a sob. “Eddie lost his mind. Billy—Billy just left.” You sucked in a shaky breath. “I think I’m alone in this.”

Wayne let out a slow breath, then shifted so he was facing you fully. “You listen to me, kid. You are not alone in this. Not now, not ever.” His voice was steady, firm—the way it always was when he was making sure you really heard him. “Eddie… he’s... emotional. He don’t always think before he speaks, but he loves you more than anything. He’ll come around.”

You wiped at your face, shaking your head. “And Billy?”

Wayne sighed, running a hand through his hair. “That boy’s got a lotta demons.” His gaze softened. “But that ain’t your fault. And it sure as hell ain’t this baby’s fault.”

A fresh wave of tears spilled over, but this time, they weren’t just from hurt—they were from relief. Because at least someone was here. At least someone wasn’t leaving.

Wayne reached over, pulling you into a firm, warm embrace. “I got you, kiddo. No matter what.”

And for the first time since seeing those two pink lines, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you weren’t completely alone after all.

For the next day or two, Wayne was in and out of the trailer. You weren't really sure why and you didn't want to bother asking. And he didn't bother to tell. Things felt a bit awkward, but he was mindful. Asking if you were okay and what he could do for you or if you needed anything. It was nice just to have someone there. At this rate you were thinking Eddie and Billy would never talk to you again.

At least, you thought that until you heard a vehicle door being shut. You knew it wasn't Wayne, he was already inside. You couldn't help but perk up, feel a little hope.

The door swung open, and Eddie stepped inside. You stood there, frozen, heart pounding in your chest as Eddie finally met your gaze.

He didn’t say anything at first. His eyes scanned the room, not meeting yours immediately, but there was a tension in the air. When he spoke, his voice was rough, as if he’d been holding something back for too long.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I… I was an asshole. I don’t know what got into me.”

You swallowed, not sure if you could trust your voice. “Eddie…”

“I don’t know how to fix this,” he admitted, sounding smaller than you’d ever heard him. “I was scared. And I acted like a dickhead.”

You blinked back more tears, the relief washing over you so fast it almost made you dizzy. “It’s okay. It’s just… it’s a lot to process.”

Eddie took a deep breath, stepping closer. “I know it’s a lot. But I’m here, alright? I’m here for you. I’ll help with whatever you need. We’ll figure this out together.”

Your heart eased at his words, but it still felt like there was a distance between you—like he wasn’t sure yet how to fully step back into the role he had always held in your life. But you could see it in his eyes, the regret, the hope.

You nodded quietly. “We’ll figure it out.”

Wayne, who had quietly stepped back into the room during Eddie’s apology, smiled at the two of you. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said with a low chuckle. He clapped Eddie on the back, his voice warm but firm. “Now, I’m gonna let you two talk. But you remember what I said. We’re all in this together. Don’t go thinking you’re on your own, kid.”

Eddie nodded, looking more like himself again as Wayne walked back to the door. “I’m gonna grab a drink at the bar, let you two sort through things. I’ll be back later.”

Once Wayne was gone, the trailer was quiet again, but it wasn’t heavy this time. Eddie sat beside you, and for the first time in days, you felt like maybe things weren’t as broken as they had seemed.

A couple of days passed, and the silence hung in the air like a thick fog. You’d spent most of that time holed up in the trailer, barely venturing out. Eddie kept an eye on you, but you knew he was worried. He didn’t say much, but you could see it in his eyes—the concern, the frustration, and maybe even a little guilt. The two of you weren't vulnerable with each other often, but you knew he was carrying a lot on his shoulders.

It was late afternoon when Eddie finally spoke up, setting a glass on the dish rack. “Where’s Billy?”

You blinked at him from the couch, your fingers absently tracing the edges of the blanket. “I don’t know,” you muttered. “He hasn’t called me. Haven’t been able to get a hold of him.”

Eddie’s jaw tightened, his gaze darkening. “What happened? You guys get into a fight or something?”

"When I told him about... it..." You trailed off, swallowing back the lump that had formed in your throat. “He... he just freaked out. Said he couldn’t afford a kid. And then... then he just left. I haven’t heard from him since.”

Eddie clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing. “Fucking asshole,” he muttered, mostly to himself.

You knew that tone. Eddie was about to go off, and honestly, you didn’t blame him. But you didn’t want any more drama, not right now.

“He’s just scared,” you said quietly, not sure if you were trying to convince yourself or Eddie.

Eddie’s expression softened slightly, but there was still a simmering anger underneath it. “Scared or not, he can’t just walk away from this.”

You sighed, glancing at the door. “I just wish I knew where he was.”

Eddie didn’t say anything for a moment, as if mulling over his thoughts. Finally, he made up his mind. “I’m gonna find him.”

"Eddie, please, don't." You protested.

But Eddie was already grabbing his keys off the counter and heading for the door. “I’ll be back soon,” he said, a little too curtly. “Stay here. Don’t go anywhere.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue. Instead, you nodded, watching as Eddie left.

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The smell of oil and gasoline was thick in the air as Eddie stepped into the garage, eyes immediately scanning the space. A few mechanics were scattered around, working on different cars, but it wasn’t hard to find Billy.

There he was, leaning over the open hood of a car, grease smeared across his forearms. His denim jacket had been tossed onto a nearby workbench, and his usual cocky stance was gone. He looked tense, shoulders stiff, face set in a grim line.

Eddie wasted no time marching up to him. “Hargrove.”

Billy barely glanced up before going back to work. “Not in the mood, Munson.”

“Yeah? Well, neither is my sister, seeing as her boyfriend abandoned her.”

Billy’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond.

Eddie let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “You know, I really should be kicking your teeth in right now. Really should.”

Billy finally looked at him, eyes flashing. “Then do it.”

Eddie’s nostrils flared. He wanted to. Hell, part of him needed to. But he didn’t—because as much as he wanted to beat the shit out of Billy, that wasn’t what you needed right now.

Instead, he took a step closer, lowering his voice. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Billy exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “I can’t do this, Munson.”

“Bullshit.”

Billy let out a bitter laugh. “You think this is easy for me? You think I don’t know I fucked up?” He shook his head, stepping away from the car. “I don’t know how to be a dad. I don’t even know how to be a good person, for Christ’s sake.” His voice was quieter now, but no less intense. “I barely got my own shit together. What the hell am I supposed to do with a kid?”

Eddie studied him for a moment, really looked at him. And beneath all that bravado, beneath all that anger and fear, Billy just looked… lost.

Eddie sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, man… I get it. It’s scary as hell. But you think she isn’t scared? You think she’s not sitting at home right now, wondering how the hell she’s gonna do it alone?”

Billy flinched.

“You think you’re not cut out for this? Fine. But guess what? Neither is she. And the difference is, she doesn’t get to leave.” Eddie took a step closer, voice firm. “So you need to decide, Hargrove. Are you gonna keep being a coward, or are you gonna man the fuck up?”

Billy looked away, jaw clenched so tight Eddie thought his teeth might crack.

For a long moment, there was silence.

Then Billy muttered, “I don’t know how to fix this.”

Eddie sighed, shaking his head. “Step one: go back. Step two: apologize. Step three? Stay.”

Billy swallowed hard, nodding once. He still looked uncertain, but there was something in his eyes now—a flicker of resolve.

Eddie huffed. “And for the record? If you ever run out on her like that again, I will beat your face in.”

Billy let out a breath of a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah. Got it.”

Despite his dislike for Billy, Eddie felt a bit of relief. “Good. Now go fix your shit, Hargrove.”

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You stayed in your usual spot as of late, on the couch, watching whatever came on TV. The couple hours that passed since Eddie left were some of the slowest in your life. A thousand thoughts ran through your head; What if Billy couldn’t be found? What if he didn’t want to fix what happened? What if he didn’t want to come back? Or be involved at all? How could you handle it without him?

You sat up as the front door opened, and in walked Eddie.

“Hey,” he greeted, voice softer than usual.

You frowned, eyes scanning him. There was something different about him—like the fire that had been burning in him the past few days had settled into something steadier.

You sat up straighter. “Where’ve you been?”

Eddie sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Had to go have a little chat with someone.”

Your breath hitched. “Eddie—”

“Relax,” he cut in, dropping onto the chair across from you. “I didn’t kill him.”

You swallowed hard. “So… you found him?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah. At work. Had to knock some sense into his thick-ass skull, but… I think he’s finally getting there.”

You blinked, heart stuttering. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, he knows he screwed up,” Eddie said, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “He’s scared. Like, really scared. Not just about being a dad, but about messing it all up. About messing you up.”

You looked down, hands twisting in the blanket. “That doesn’t excuse what he did.”

“No,” Eddie agreed, voice firm. “It doesn’t. But… I think he wants to fix it.”

Your throat tightened. Part of you wanted to believe it, wanted to hold onto that tiny shred of hope. But another part of you— the part that had spent the last two days wondering if you were really going to do this alone—was terrified to trust it.

Eddie leaned back with a sigh. “Look, I’m not saying you should just forgive him and move on like nothing happened. He’s got a lot to prove. But… I figured you should know.”

Silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken thoughts.

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 You sat on the couch, curled up with a blanket, staring blankly at the muted TV. The flickering light cast shadows across the small living room, but you barely noticed. The past two days had been a haze—filled with endless worrying, exhaustion, and that aching, hollow feeling in your chest every time you thought about Billy.

He hadn’t called. He hadn’t shown up. Nothing.

Eddie had been out more than usual. You weren’t sure what he was doing, but you didn’t mind it, it saved you both from the awkward stretches of silence between the two of you. Which had been mostly your fault, you’d had a terribly short fuse. But you were just sad, and you missed Billy.

Uncle Wayne had been a steady presence, checking in on you when he could, but you could tell he was worried, too. He’d gone out earlier, saying he had something to take care of. Now, you were just left with the quiet.

A knock at the door shattered the stillness.

Your heart lurched.

For a split second, you thought maybe it was Eddie—maybe he was back for the day. But something in your gut told you otherwise.

Slowly, you pushed the blanket off and stood, your hands shaking slightly as you approached the door. You hesitated, just for a moment, before gripping the handle and pulling it open.

Billy.

He stood there, hands shoved into the pockets of his denim jacket, his shoulders tense. His hair was messier than usual, like he’d run his fingers through it a hundred times. His eyes—those sharp, piercing blue eyes—looked tired.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

Billy let out a breath and looked away for a moment, like he was trying to gather his words. Then, finally, he met your gaze again.

“I fucked up.” His voice was rough, strained. “I—” He sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know what to say. I just—” He exhaled sharply, frustration bleeding into his tone. “I panicked, okay? And I handled it like a goddamn idiot.”

You swallowed hard. “Yeah,” you murmured. “You did.”

Billy flinched. He shifted on his feet, looking like he wanted to say more, but for once, he didn’t seem to know how.

You crossed your arms, trying to keep yourself together. “You left, Billy,” you said quietly, voice thick with emotion. “I needed you, and you left.”

His face twisted, like your words physically hurt him. “I know.” His hands curled into fists at his sides. “I know, and I’m—shit, I’m sorry. I regret it, baby, I swear, I didn’t—” He cut himself off and shook his head again. “I just—I didn’t know how to handle it. I don’t know how to handle it.”

Tears burned behind your eyes, but you forced yourself to hold them back. “And now?”

Billy took a step closer, hesitating before reaching for your hands. He held them gently, his grip uncertain, like he was afraid you’d pull away.

“I don’t have all the answers,” he admitted. “I don’t know how to be a dad. I don’t know if I’m gonna be any good at it.” He squeezed your hands lightly, voice dropping to something softer. “But I want to do this with you.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and this time, you didn’t wipe it away. “Do you mean that?” you whispered.

Billy nodded, eyes searching yours. “Yeah.” His voice wavered slightly. “I mean it.”

Billy squeezed your hands a little tighter, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles. His touch was hesitant, uncertain, but warm. You could feel the tension rolling off of him, see the way his jaw clenched like he was holding back more words—more apologies, maybe.

You swallowed thickly, and before you could think too much about it, you stepped forward, pressing yourself against his chest.

For a moment, he didn’t move. He just stood there, stiff and still. Then, slowly, his arms wrapped around you.

His grip was strong, almost desperate, like he was afraid you’d slip away if he didn’t hold on tight enough. You could hear his heartbeat, steady but fast, and when he buried his face against the top of your head, you felt the way he exhaled shakily, like he was finally letting go of everything he’d been holding in.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured again, voice muffled in your hair. “I was a dick. I—I should’ve been here.”

You closed your eyes and held onto him just as tightly. “Yeah, you should’ve.”

Billy let out a rough, almost bitter chuckle. “You’re not gonna make this easy on me, are you?”

You shook your head against his chest. “Not a chance.”

He huffed a breath but didn’t argue. Instead, he just held you closer.

After a while, you pulled back slightly and looked up at him. His expression was softer than you’d seen in a long time.

“Can we-,” you said quietly, taking his hand in yours. “Can we just… lay down for a bit.”

A small smile crept onto his lips, and he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “Yeah, I’d like that, princess.”

You led him into your room, flipping on the dim lamp by your bed before crawling in. Billy toed off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket before settling in next to you.

The second he was under the covers, you curled into him, resting your head on his chest. He hesitated for only a moment before wrapping his arms around you, his fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns on your back.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. You just listened to the quiet hum of the trailer, the steady sound of Billy’s heartbeat beneath your ear.

Eventually, Billy exhaled and pressed a hesitant kiss to the top of your head. “I really am sorry,” he murmured.

You sighed, snuggling in closer. “I know.”

And for the first time in days, you felt like maybe—just maybe—everything was going to be okay.

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The next few months were a whirlwind—difficult, emotional, and exhausting, but also filled with moments that made it all feel worth it.

Moving in together wasn’t something either of you had really planned, but Billy knew you wanted to be, even before this happened. So one day he surprised you, made you keep your eyes closed for a whole car ride, helping you out of the car, before you letting you open them to see a slightly rundown apartment building in front of you.

At first you didn’t understand, but after he explained you could’ve cried from happiness. It was nicer than his old place and in a safer area. Maybe it wasn’t a dream house, but it was yours. Together.

Billy worked his ass off to make sure you both could afford it. He took every extra shift he could at the auto shop, coming home covered in grease and smelling like motor oil. Some nights, he was too tired to do much more than collapse onto the couch with you, but he never complained.

He was still Billy—still rough around the edges, still had his bad days where he shut down and pushed people away—but he was trying. He was learning how to be there for you, even when things got overwhelming.

The rest of the first trimester wasn’t easy. Morning sickness hit you hard, and the exhaustion was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. Some days, just getting out of bed felt like a chore. But Billy was there—maybe not always knowing what to do, but trying. He would bring you crackers and water in the mornings, rub your back when you felt sick, and hold your hair when things got really bad.

As the weeks passed, the reality of the pregnancy settled in. Doctor appointments became a regular thing, and hearing the baby’s heartbeat for the first time nearly broke you. Billy had gone quiet afterward, gripping your hand a little tighter than usual, but when you asked if he was okay, he just kissed your forehead and nodded.

By the time you reached the second trimester, things got a little easier. The sickness faded, your energy started coming back, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to feel excited. The first time you felt a tiny flutter in your belly, you had grabbed Billy’s hand and placed it there, waiting. When it happened again, his eyes widened slightly, and his lips parted in quiet awe. He didn’t say anything, but later that night, when he thought you were asleep, you felt his palm resting gently on your stomach again.

Finding out the baby’s sex was nerve wrecking for both of you. You weren’t sure why you so anxious, it’s not like it mattered, but you were.

The ultrasound room was quiet except for the soft whirring of the machine and the steady thump-thump-thump of the baby’s heartbeat. You squeezed Billy’s hand as the doctor moved the wand over your belly, watching the grainy image on the screen.

Billy had been tense since you got here, sitting stiffly in the chair beside you, arms crossed like he was trying to act like this was no big deal. But his grip on your hand was firm, and every now and then, you felt his thumb rub small circles against your skin.

“Alright,” the doctor said, smiling as she adjusted the screen. “Do you want to know the sex?”

You nodded eagerly, glancing at Billy. He swallowed hard but gave a small, tight nod. You knew he had been hoping for a boy—not because he wouldn’t love a daughter, but because he didn’t know how to be the kind of dad a little girl needed.

“Well,” the doctor continued, “congratulations. You’re having a baby girl.”

For a moment, there was silence. You turned to Billy, expecting some kind of reaction, but he just stared at the screen. His lips parted slightly, brows furrowing like he was still trying to process it.

“Billy?” you murmured, giving his hand a small squeeze.

He exhaled a shaky breath and nodded. “A girl,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

You couldn’t tell what he was thinking at first, but then his fingers twitched, tightening around yours. His free hand came up to his face, rubbing over his mouth, and when he finally turned to look at you, there was something raw in his expression—something vulnerable.

“You sure?” he asked the doctor, his voice rough around the edges.

She chuckled. “Pretty sure. See right here?” She pointed at the screen. “No doubt about it.”

Billy let out a breath, shaking his head slightly. Then, to your surprise, he let out a soft, breathless laugh. “A girl,” he repeated, like he still couldn’t believe it.

You grinned. “You okay?”

Billy turned to you, and for the first time in days, there was something soft in his eyes. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Yeah, I think I am.”

He hesitated for a second before leaning down, pressing a small, hesitant kiss to your forehead. His hand slid from yours to rest gently on your belly, thumb brushing over your skin.

“She’s gonna have me wrapped around her little finger, isn’t she?” he mumbled, almost to himself.

You giggled. “Absolutely.”

Billy sighed dramatically but smiled. “Shit.”

But even as he pretended to be put out by it, he never moved his hand from your belly.

Eddie had come around faster than you expected, but it hadn’t been easy at first. The first few weeks after your confession had been tense, with him flipping between being protective, anxious, and outright pissed off at Billy. But once he saw that Billy had stepped up, his anger dulled, and he started acting more like himself again.

He was still your big brother, still made snarky comments about Billy, still worried about you constantly—but he was excited, too. The moment you found out you were having a girl, Eddie nearly tackled you in a hug.

“This kid is gonna have the coolest uncle in the world,” he’d bragged, grinning ear to ear.

Eddie still spent a lot of time at the trailer with Uncle Wayne, but he visited you and Billy often, sometimes crashing on the couch when he was too tired to drive home. And when Billy was working late, Eddie was the one bringing you food, making you laugh, and reminding you that you weren’t alone.

Uncle Wayne had been your rock through everything. He never pushed, never questioned, just supported you in every way he could. When you and Billy moved out, he gave you an old crib he had found at a thrift store, spending an entire evening helping Billy put it together.

He and Billy had formed an unspoken understanding—Wayne didn’t tolerate Billy’s usual bullshit, and Billy respected him too much to test it. It wasn’t the warmest relationship, but it worked.

Billy and Eddie would never be best friends, but over time, they reached an uneasy truce. Eddie still gave Billy hell, and Billy still rolled his eyes at nearly everything Eddie said, but they stopped fighting outright.

One night, after a long shift at the auto shop, Billy had come home to find Eddie in the kitchen, making you a grilled cheese because you had been craving one. Instead of picking a fight, Billy just sighed, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and muttered, “Make me one too.”

Eddie had looked at him for a long moment before nodding. “Yeah, alright.”

It wasn’t much, but it was something.

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The contractions had started in the middle of the night, sharp and insistent, waking you from a restless sleep. At first, you tried to tough it out, thinking maybe it was just a false alarm—but when the pain started coming in waves, stronger and closer together, you knew.

Billy had nearly lost his damn mind trying to get you to the hospital. He was wide-eyed, cursing under his breath as he grabbed the hospital bag, tripped over his own boots, and nearly forgot his keys. The entire drive there, he kept one hand gripping the steering wheel and the other gripping yours, alternating between telling you to breathe and muttering, “Shit, shit, shit.”

The next several hours were a blur of pain, exhaustion, and Billy snapping at nurses when he thought they weren’t moving fast enough. He didn’t leave your side once, his fingers laced tightly with yours, even when you nearly crushed his hand during the worst of it. He murmured soft reassurances, brushed damp hair from your forehead, and let you yell at him when the pain got unbearable.

And then—after what felt like a lifetime—you heard it.

A cry. Sharp, high-pitched, and brand new.

Your head lolled to the side, body drained, but when they placed her in your arms, everything else faded away. She was so tiny, her little face scrunched up, fists balled as she let out a wail. Tears burned in your eyes as you traced the curve of her cheek with your finger.

Billy had been silent since the moment she was born. You turned to look at him, finding him staring at her like he didn’t know how to breathe. His lips were parted, his hands twitching at his sides like he wanted to reach for her but was afraid to.

You nudged him gently. “Billy…”

His blue eyes flicked to yours, and you could see it—the way he was feeling this, all of it, in a way he hadn’t expected.

“C’mere,” you whispered.

Hesitantly, he sat on the edge of the hospital bed, still looking a little shell-shocked. When you carefully handed her to him, his hands were so careful, so gentle, like he was afraid he might break her.

She was still fussing, little whimpers escaping her lips, and Billy instinctively started rocking her, brows furrowing as he swallowed hard. “Hey, baby girl,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “It’s okay. Daddy’s got you.”

The sound of those words made your heart ache in the best way.

Billy let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “She’s real,” he muttered. “She’s really here.”

You laughed softly. “She is.”

He stared at her for a long moment, tracing his thumb over her tiny hand. When her fingers curled around it, gripping him tight, Billy let out a shaky breath.

“Yeah,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “I’m so screwed.”

Not long after, the first person through the hospital door was Eddie.

He had been pacing the waiting room for hours, much to the annoyance of the nurses, and the second he was allowed in, he practically burst through the door.

“Where is she? Let me see my niece.”

Billy rolled his eyes from his seat beside you, but he didn’t protest when Eddie hovered over him, staring down at the baby in his arms.

Eddie’s face softened instantly. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “She’s so small.”

You smirked. “Babies usually are, Ed.”

He ignored you, too focused on the tiny human in Billy’s arms. Carefully, Billy passed her over, watching closely as Eddie cradled her. For a guy who spent most of his time causing chaos, he held her with a shocking amount of tenderness.

“Hey there, little lady,” Eddie murmured. “You have no idea how cool your uncle is, but don’t worry—I’ll teach you all about it.”

Billy groaned. “Jesus Christ.”

Eddie smirked. “Don’t worry, Hargrove. I won’t corrupt her too much. But I’m teaching her D&D.”

A knock at the door interrupted them, and when Uncle Wayne stepped inside, you felt warmth bloom in your chest.

“Hope I ain’t interruptin’,” Wayne said, removing his hat as he stepped closer.

Billy shook his head. “You wanna hold her?”

Wayne gave a small smile, reaching out to take her from Eddie’s arms. He gazed down at her with quiet awe, his calloused fingers brushing over her soft cheek.

“Well, ain’t you somethin’ special,” he murmured. His eyes flicked to you, full of warmth and pride. “She’s perfect, sweetheart.”

Tears stung at your eyes again, exhaustion making you more emotional than usual. “Thanks, Wayne.”

Billy reached for your hand again, squeezing it tight as you watched Wayne sway gently with the baby, a small, knowing smile on his face.

Yeah. This little girl was going to be so loved.

Taglist: @deesparticus @unknownroooose @kielelezo @avengersz-biotch @dprweganggang03 @perpetualyscarred @al33naaa @rowynbriarsalix @tomurasneverusedlipstick @strangerthing93

[hellfiremunsonn]

Steve Harrington x PregnantReader! 18+ MINORS SCRAM

something something something about Steve Harrington going absolutely feral over your baby bump when you first start showing.

it's been endless weeks of you feeling sick and uncomfortable so when you ask Steve to "Pull over quick" when you're on your way to a party at Robins he doesn't even bat an eye.

A routine at this point except what he isn't prepared for is the way you rip your seatbelt off and climb over the centre console to get into his lap, mumbling about needing him "Right now"

And who is he to deny his pregnant and hormonal girlfriend?

But when you lift your dress up and sink down on his quickly hardened cock and he catches the sight of your baby bump, and the way it presses against his own stomach when you lean forward to grip at the seat behind his head. Needless to say it doesn't take him long until he's cumming, in you, on you, and all over that pretty little dress that he promises he'll wash when you two get back home... After he's pumped another load into you of course.

[kiame-sama]

28 years (Yandere!Silva x Fem!Reader) series

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, long series, yandere relationship, yandere temper, yandere behavior, yandere, Non-con, dub-con, consensual, adult themes, kidnapping, blood, pregnancy, pregnancy issues, stalking, jealousy, kidnapping (again), unfair situations, forced marriage, forced affection, mostly in chronological order but some fics jump around time wise

I genuinely don't think all of the main fics are here, but I can't find the others, so this is what you get.

Enjoy going down the rabbit hole.

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Part 1: NSFW warning

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/676778400942309376/could-i-possibly-request-28-years-the-first-few?source=share

Part 2: NSFW warning

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/189798948166/so-like-father-like-son-silva-would-be-as?source=share

Part 3: pregnancy warning Lime warning

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/190972274046/one-of-you-lovies-requested-to-know-what-i-think?source=share

Part 4: pregnancy warning NSFW warning

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/647877643963940864/28-years-yanderesilva-x-reader-2nd-pregnancy?source=share

Part 5: NSFW warning

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/615436039301087232/warnings-oral-male-receiving-manipulative?source=share

Part 6: pregnancy warning,

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/619936228378378240/28-years-yanderesilva-x-pregnantreader?source=share

Part 7: pregnancy warning, NSFW warning

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/617615030443196416/hello-again-lovies-we-have-some-more-story-with?source=share

Part 8: pregnancy warning, NSFW warning

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/625573023274172416/take-my-trash-i-forget-where-i-put-the-actual?source=share

Part 9: pregnancy warning, NSFW warning

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/637235652611784704/28-years-5th-pregnancy-yanderesilva-x-reader?source=share

Part 10: NSFW warning

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/190465818371/28-years-yanderesilva-x-reader-lemon-forced?source=share

Part 11:

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/618409025468514304/reader-slapping-silvas-ass-idk-i-just-need-it?source=share

Part 12:

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/615977522237145088/i-cant-stop-why-is-my-garbage-bin-brain-like?source=share

Part 13:

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/624360451250290688/i-love-your-yandere-scenarios-and-im-always?source=share

Part 14:

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/620682359409459200/hello-lovies-are-you-tired-of-silva-content?source=share

Part 15: NSFW warning

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/620681584534831104/imagine-silvas-darling-feeling-his-erection?source=share

Part 16:

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/629473342218469376/could-you-do-a-yandere-silva-where-the-reader-is?source=share

Part 17:

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/613873162847977472/28-years-yanderesilva-x-reader-lemon-forced?source=share

Part 18:

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/672998715933573120/okay-okay-okay-im-p-sure-no-one-has-asked-this?source=share

Part 19: pregnancy warning

https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/661812225446739968/28-years-yanderesilva-x-reader-pregnancy?source=share

[chaotic-fandom-writer]

Alastor x PregnantReader (Hazbin Hotel)

Warnings: Cursing, adult themes, pregnancy

Summary

(Y/N) is pregnant with her husband Alastor's child, but lately she's been feeling pretty insecure about her body, and Alastor doesn't like that.

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You stand in your mirror, staring at your big, round belly. It was beautiful that you could make a whole life, and you loved that about yourself, but lately it was getting harder.

You went out the other night and overheard some strangers, who probably didn't even know you were pregnant, commenting on your body.

It just made you feel icky. If people already think that way about me now, what will they say once I'm not pregnant anymore, and I have a postpartum body?

Suddenly, you hear your bedroom door open, and your husband, Alastor walks in.

"Hello, darling!" He walks up to you, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"How are you today?" You look away, pulling your shirt back over your stomach and moving away from the mirror. You felt embarassed. "I'm okay."

Alastor's head cocks to the side. "Well, you certainly don't appear to be okay. What's going on, my dear?"

He sits on the bed, gesturing for you to sit next to him. You sigh, sitting and turning you head away. "I've just been feeling a little.. insecure, I guess."

"Insecure?"

You sigh again. "The other day when I went out, I overheard some people talking about me." You see Alastor's gaze darken. "What do yu mean?"

"They were commenting on my body, saying some nasty things about how I look overweight and stuff. I don't know, it's probably silly, I guess it just bothered me."

Suddenly, Alastor stands in front of you, grabbing your chin forcefully.

"My darling, you are the most beautiful specimen to ever grace the entirety of Hell. You are a goddess - you're creating an entire life form. And that's not something just anyone can do with the amount of grace you carry yourself with."

You blush, and try to turn away out of embarassment, but he holds you firm, yanking you to your feet instead.

He snakes an arm around your waist, and with a snap of his fingers, elegant, smooth jazz begins to play throughout the room.

He guides you around the room in a ballroom waltz, gazing into your eyes. "You are the most stunning creature to ever appear before me."

"Your beauty reminds me of one of my favorite operas.. La Traviata."

He lowers you into a graceful dip, quoting the opera to you, a romantic lust clouding his eyes.

"Amor e palpito dell univero intero.."

(Love is a heartbeat throughout the univese..)

"..misterioso, altero, croce e delizia al cor."

(..mysterious, altering, the torment and delight of my heart.)

"..Amore! Follie! Gioir!"

(Love! Madness! Euophira!)

As Alastor sings the opera to you, he twirls you in a delicate dance. You stop, putting your hand to his face.

"Alastor, that was beautiful."

"No dear, you're beautiful." He sweeps you up in a dramatic, passionate kiss. "And if I ever catch the people speaking badly about you.."

His eyes go dark. "Let's just say, they'll have to be the next guests on my radio broadcast."

You giggle. "Thank you, honey. I love you so much."

He smiles, rubbing your tummy lovingly, and kissing your forehead.

"I love you too, darling."

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Don't forget, I'm always accepting requests!

[cigsaftersuh]

idol! jaehyun x reader 🍑 established relationship, married

a finsta to help you cope w your husband’s enlistment

⤷ fluff, tiny angst + suggestive

pregnantreader, implied housewife, no pronouns used

𝓃otes ؛ one year, 365 day countdown begins !!! i’m so happy ugh this was very much inspired by the birthday selca i got way too happy and motivated seeing his handsome face again … captions do go a bit short as you scroll but :( i still hope you enjoy sobsob

[lila-lou]

✨Obsessed - Pt. 4✨

Summary: After weeks of searching, you finally found Dean. However, he was no longer the man you had been in love with- but more importantly, no longer the man who never returned your love. Because now, in his twisted state, he was somehow obsessed with you.

Pairing: Dean x PregnantReader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, Angst, Humiliation, naive reader, fluff, Pregnancy

Word Count: 7126

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Two days later, you assumed that Dean and Sam had already left town. You tried to settle back into your routine, but the encounter with them lingered in your mind, making it difficult to focus on anything else. As you sat in your small apartment, dressed in a comfortable top and shorts, your baby bump more prominent, you heard a knock on your door.

Sighing, you stood up and walked to the door, not expecting to see Dean standing there. The sight of him made your heart skip a beat, and without thinking, you tried to close the door immediately. But Dean was quicker, holding it open with his hand.

“Y/N, please”, he said, his voice filled with desperation. “I just need to talk to you”.

You glared at him, your anger and frustration bubbling to the surface. “Dean, I told you I don’t want you to be a part of this”.

He took a deep breath, refusing to let go of the door. “I know what you said, and I respect your wishes, but I can’t just walk away. This is my child too, and I need to be here, even if it’s just to support you from a distance”.

You hesitated, torn between slamming the door in his face and giving him a chance to explain. Finally, you stepped back, allowing him to enter but keeping a wary distance.

Dean stepped inside, his eyes immediately drawn to your baby bump. He swallowed hard, the sight of you carrying his child filling him with a mixture of awe and sorrow.

You instinctively tried to hide your belly with your arms, feeling exposed and vulnerable. The tension in the room was palpable, and you shifted uncomfortably on your feet.

Finally, you made your way over to the couch, deciding to sit down since your back and feet were aching like hell. Dean hesitated for a moment before following you, sitting down beside you but keeping a respectful distance.

The silence between you stretched out, heavy and suffocating. Dean looked at you, searching for the right words to say, while you avoided his gaze, staring down at your hands.

“Y/N”, Dean began, his voice gentle. “I know this is hard for you. It’s hard for me too. But I want to be here for you, for the baby. I want to do whatever it takes to make things right”.

You sighed, still not looking at him. “Dean, it’s not that simple. You can’t just come back and expect everything to be okay. I’ve been doing this on my own, and I’ve come to terms with that”.

The idea of raising this child together with him, with the man you loved for years but who simply couldn’t love you back, was surreal. It was too much for you.

Dean’s gaze softened, filled with understanding and regret. “I know I’ve let you down. I know I’ve hurt you. But I want to make things right, for you and for our baby. I’m not asking you to forgive me right away, or even to trust me fully. I just want to be here, to support you and be the father this baby deserves”.

You looked up at him, tears brimming in your eyes. “Dean, it’s not just about the baby. It’s about everything. It’s about us. I loved you for so long, and I’ve always wanted to be with you. But you couldn’t love me back, and it broke me. Now, having you here, wanting to be a part of this… it’s confusing. It’s overwhelming”.

Dean’s expression was pained, his eyes reflecting the turmoil inside him. “I know, Y/N. And I’m sorry. I wish I could change the past, but I can’t. All I can do is try to be better, to be the man you and our child need me to be”.

You sighed, running your hands over your face before you looked at him. “Dean, that’s the point. You could never be the man I need you to be because you can’t love me. And that’s okay. I’ve made peace with it, but I can’t bear to have you back in my life only to face the same heartbreak again”.

The weight of your words pressing down on him. “Y/N, I wish I could take back everything I did to hurt you. I know I can’t change how I feel, but I do care about you deeply. I want to be there for our child, even if it means we can’t be together the way you wanted”.

You looked away, the tears threatening to spill over. “I don’t know if I can handle that, Dean. Seeing you every day, knowing that we’ll never be more than two people accidentally having a child together. It’s too painful”.

Dean nodded, his own eyes misting with tears. “I understand. I just… I don’t want our child to grow up without knowing his father. I want to be there for the baby, to give him the love and support he deserve”.

You swallowed, the weight of the decision heavy on your heart. You knew that Dean deserved a chance to connect with his baby and that your child deserved a chance to grow up with a dad. The conflicting emotions swirled within you, but you couldn’t deny the truth of his words.

Dean looked at you with pleading eyes, his gaze dropping again to your belly. “Please, Y/N”, he said softly. “Let me be a part of this. Let me be there for you and our baby”.

You took a deep breath, feeling the tears welling up again. “Dean, it’s going to be fucking hard. Really fucking hard. But maybe… maybe we can find a way to make this work for the sake of the baby”.

A glimmer of hope appeared in Dean’s eyes as he nodded. “Thank you, Y/N. I promise I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll be there for every step of the way, as much as you’ll allow me to be”.

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. “We’ll take it one day at a time, Dean. But you have to understand that I need space, and I need time”.

Dean reached out tentatively, his hand hovering near yours before finally settling gently on top. “I understand. And I’ll respect your boundaries".

You managed a small, shaky smile. “Okay. We’ll start slow. And see where things go from there”.

Dean’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, his eyes filled with determination. “I’ll be here, Y/N. For you and for our baby. No matter what”.

You nodded, feeling a small sense of hope. It wouldn’t be easy, but for the sake of your child, you were willing to try. As you both sat there, the tension slowly began to ease, replaced by a fragile but growing sense of possibility.

Dean’s gaze dropped to your belly, his heart aching to touch it, to somehow ground him in reality. He looked back up at you, his eyes filled with silent pleading. You could see the yearning and the uncertainty in his expression, and it tugged at your heart.

Slowly, you nodded, giving him silent permission. Dean hesitated for a moment, then gently placed his hand on your belly. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through you, and for a moment, all the pain and confusion melted away.

Dean’s gaze softened as he felt the first faint movements. His heart raced, filled with a mix of awe and emotion. “Let me”, you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper. You took his hand with your shaking one, gently guiding it to where the baby’s feet were. Almost instantly, Dean felt a firm kick against his palm.

His eyes widened in amazement, a smile breaking through his usually stoic expression. “Did you feel that?”, he asked, his voice trembling with emotion.

You chuckled softly. “Yes, I feel it all the time. It’s a strong one”.

Dean’s eyes met yours, and for the first time in a long while, there was a spark of genuine connection.

You looked down, your soft smile turning upside down as you mumbled, “Don’t look at me like that”.

Dean’s smile faltered, replaced by a look of concern. “Like what?”, he asked gently, his hand still resting on your belly.

“Like you care about me”, you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s confusing, and it hurts”.

You withdrew your hand from his, and he reluctantly withdrew his from your belly. The warmth of his touch lingered, making the space between you feel even colder.

Dean started to say, "But I do care", but you stopped him, mumbling, "I’m tired, Dean. I need to take a nap".

Dean sighed, his gaze dropping to your belly again. He hesitated, then asked quietly, “Can I stay, just a bit longer? I just want to make sure you’re safe. I’ll wait in the living room, and you won’t even notice I’m here”.

You looked at him, the earnestness in his eyes tugging at your heart. The thought of having him nearby, even if just for a little while, offered a strange comfort. After a moment of hesitation, you nodded.

“Okay”, you whispered. “You can stay”.

Dean’s relief was palpable. He gave you a small, grateful smile before stepping back. “Thank you”, he said softly.

You made your way to the bedroom, your exhaustion weighing heavily on you. As you settled into bed, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions—relief, anxiety, and a lingering sense of hope.

The silence of the apartment was comforting, yet filled with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved feelings. He glanced around, taking in the space you had made your home. Dean settled into the couch, pulling out his phone and quickly typing a message to Sam. He sent him your address and a brief update on how things had gone so far.

"Hey, just wanted to let you know it went well. She’s letting me stay for a bit. Can you head over in an hour or two with some food? Make sure to get something healthy for her".

He hit send and leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment. The emotional toll of the past few days weighed heavily on him, but there was a glimmer of hope now. He was determined to be there for you and the baby, no matter what it took.

As he waited for Sam’s response, Dean glanced around your living room, taking in the little details that made it your space. There were a few framed photos on a shelf, some books stacked haphazardly, and a cozy blanket draped over the arm of the couch. It felt warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the sterile, transient places he was used to.

A few minutes later, his phone buzzed with a reply from Sam.

"Got it. Be there soon. Hang in there, Dean".

Dean sighed, feeling a small measure of relief. He looked towards the closed bedroom door, hoping you were finding some rest. The weight of his earlier words lingered in his mind, and he silently vowed to do everything in his power to make things right for you and your child.

He checked his watch, estimating how much time he had before Sam arrived. He figured it was best to keep himself occupied, so he quietly tidied up the living room, straightening the books and folding the blanket neatly. It wasn’t much, but it was something he could do to help.

As he moved around, he kept an ear out for any sounds from the bedroom, ready to come to your aid if you needed anything. He knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but for the first time in a long while, he felt like he had a purpose beyond hunting.

While getting himself something to drink, Dean stumbled upon a stack of documents on your kitchen island. Curiosity piqued, he gently looked through them and quickly realized they were your pregnancy documents. Among the papers, he found some ultrasound pictures. He carefully picked them up, studying the black-and-white images with a mix of awe and reverence.

He traced his finger over the tiny figure captured in the ultrasound, feeling a deep connection to the child growing inside you. The sight of the little one brought a soft smile to his face, a rare moment of peace amidst the turmoil.

Dean flipped through the documents, trying to find any mention of the baby’s gender. He was determined to know more about his child, to understand everything he could about this new life. However, as he scanned the pages, he quickly realized that the gender was not mentioned anywhere.

Frustrated but undeterred, Dean set the documents back down carefully, making sure everything was in order. He took another long look at the ultrasound pictures, feeling an overwhelming sense of responsibility and love.

He returned to the living room, still deep in thought. The realization that he was going to be a father hit him hard, and he knew he had a lot to make up for. His past mistakes loomed large, but he was resolute in his determination to be there for you and the baby.

As he settled back onto the couch, his mind raced with thoughts of the future. He pulled out his phone again, this time to search for information on how to be a supportive partner during pregnancy. He wanted to be prepared, to show you that he was committed to being a better man.

Time passed slowly as Dean waited for Sam, the minutes stretching into what felt like hours. Eventually, the boredom and anxiety got the better of him. Even though he had promised not to interrupt you, he quietly walked into your bedroom. It had been 40 minutes since you went to bed, but you couldn’t sleep. Your back was turned towards the door, but you could hear Dean’s footsteps approaching.

“You promised you’d be unnoticed”, you mumbled, your voice laced with exhaustion and emotion. Dean froze, feeling a pang of guilt.

“I know, I’m sorry”, he replied softly. “I just… I couldn’t sit out there any longer. I needed to see if you were okay”.

You didn’t respond immediately, your shoulders shaking slightly with the sobs you were trying to suppress. The sound broke Dean’s heart, and he felt an overwhelming need to comfort you.

“Y/N”, he whispered, stepping closer to the bed. “Please, let me be here for you. Even if it’s just sitting quietly by your side”.

You took a deep breath, your back still turned to him. “It’s hard, Dean. Having you here, it brings back everything. The pain, the confusion… I don’t know how to handle it”.

Dean sat down gently on the edge of the bed, careful not to startle you. “I understand. And I know I’ve made things so difficult for you. But I want to help, to make amends. Just tell me what you need”.

You wiped your tears, feeling a mixture of frustration and longing. “I need… I need to know that you’re not just here out of guilt. That you really want to be a part of this”.

Dean’s eyes softened as he looked at you, though you couldn’t see it. “Y/N, I want to be here because I care about you. Because I care about our baby. I’m not perfect, and I’ve made so many mistakes, but I’m here because I want to be. I need to be”.

His words resonated with you, the sincerity in his voice breaking through your walls. Slowly, you turned to face him, your eyes red and puffy from crying.

Dean sighed at your gaze, the pain and vulnerability in your eyes tugging at his heart. He remembered how, every time you felt bad, you always wanted to be held. It was something that had comforted you in the past, and he hoped it might help now.

He hesitated, his own emotions swirling inside him, before softly asking, “Can I hold you?”.

You looked at him, the walls around your heart crumbling just a little. You nodded, your tears still falling. “Okay”, you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Dean carefully moved closer, wrapping his arms around you with a gentleness that belied his usual tough exterior. You leaned into him, resting your head against his chest, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself be vulnerable in his embrace.

The warmth of his arms around you, the steady beat of his heart, all combined to create a sense of safety that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Dean held you tightly, yet tenderly, his own emotions raw and exposed.

“I’m here”, he murmured against your hair. “I’m not going anywhere. We’ll get through this together”.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to believe his words, if only for a moment. The pain was still there, the confusion and hurt, but so was the hope that maybe, just maybe, you could find a way to navigate this new reality together.

Time seemed to stand still as you stayed in Dean’s arms, finding solace in his presence. With all these emotions swirling inside you, you couldn’t hold back. You sat up slightly, looking up at him. The room was dimly lit, and you could barely see each other, but feeling him after all these months stirred something inside you.

Without thinking about the consequences, you reached for his face, pulling him softly closer, giving him enough time to stop you if he didn’t want it. When he didn’t pull away, you closed the distance and laid your lips on his.

The kiss was gentle, tentative at first, as if both of you were testing the waters, unsure of how to navigate this new territory. But then, as the moments stretched, it deepened, filled with the pent-up emotions and longing that had been building up for so long.

Dean pulled you onto his lap without breaking the kiss, his hands gently brushing over your back. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself melting into him, the months of separation and longing dissolving in this moment of connection.

His kiss grew more passionate, a desperate need to convey everything he felt but couldn’t put into words. You responded in kind, your hands tangling in his hair, your body pressing closer to his. It was as if the world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the two of you, rediscovering each other.

Dean’s hands roamed your back with a tenderness that contrasted the intensity of his kiss. He held you close, as if afraid you might slip away again. The gentle caress of his fingers was both comforting and electrifying, reigniting a flame that had never truly gone out.

Dean pulled back slightly, feeling the growing tension in his pants. His breath was ragged as he looked into your eyes, filled with a mix of desire and regret. “We shouldn’t”, he mumbled, his voice strained. “You’ll regret this”.

But you were already too far gone, your pregnancy hormones amplifying the need and desire you felt for him. You shook your head, your fingers tracing his jawline. “I don’t care”, you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. “I need you, Dean”.

Dean hesitated for a moment, his resolve wavering as he looked at you. The intensity of your gaze, the raw emotion in your voice—it was too much to resist. He closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in another heated kiss. This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back.

His hands slid under your shirt, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through your body. You arched into him, your breath hitching as his fingers traced the curve of your spine. Dean’s touch was both gentle and possessive, a reminder of the connection you shared.

You moved against him, your body responding to his in ways that felt both familiar and new. The months of separation had only heightened the longing between you, and now, there was no denying the pull you felt toward each other.

Dean’s lips trailed down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You moaned softly, your fingers tightening in his hair as he found the sensitive spot just below your ear. “Dean”, you whispered, your voice a plea and a promise.

He lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at you. “Are you sure?”, he asked, his voice husky.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. “Yes. I want this. I want you”.

With a soft touch, one you hadn’t experienced during your time together when he was a demon, Dean pulled your top over your head, exposing your belly to him. He looked down, swallowing hard, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and apprehension. “I don’t know how to do this”, he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can I hurt it inside?”. He pointed toward your belly, genuine concern etched on his face.

You couldn’t help but raise a brow at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “For real, Dean? You aren’t that big”.

Dean’s eyes flashed with a mix of relief and a touch of wounded pride, his ego clearly bruised. “Hey, I just don’t want to hurt you or the baby”, he protested, his tone defensive but still laced with affection.

You chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss him gently, your lips brushing against his in reassurance. “You won’t hurt us. Trust me”, you whispered against his mouth.

He sighed, the tension easing from his shoulders as he returned your kiss, more deeply this time. His hands moved over your bare skin, gentle and exploratory, as if he were rediscovering you. You could feel the care in every touch, the unspoken promise to protect and cherish you.

Dean’s hands moved to your back, deftly unclasping your bra and letting it fall away.

His eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of your breasts, which had grown bigger through the pregnancy. Dean brushed his fingertips over your swollen breasts absentmindedly before cupping them gently with his large palms. He looked up at you, a teasing yet genuine smile playing on his lips.

“Pregnancy looks damn good on you”, he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of awe and mischief.

You laughed softly, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. His touch was both tender and electrifying, sending shivers through your body. Dean’s thumbs brushed over your sensitive nipples, causing you to gasp softly.

“Does that feel good?”, he asked, his tone softening with genuine concern.

You nodded, your breath hitching. “Yes, it feels really good”.

Dean’s smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss you again, this time with more passion. Deep down, both of you knew this wasn’t such a good idea, but right now, none of you cared. Instead, Dean took it as an opportunity to show you how good sex could be if you were with someone who cared about what felt good to you.

His mouth wandered over your jaw, down to your neck, and finally to your breasts. He cupped them again, his hands warm and gentle. As his lips brushed over your sensitive nipples, a soft moan escaped your lips, your body arching into his touch.

Dean took his time, lavishing attention on your breasts, his tongue flicking over your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through you. His hands roamed over your body, caressing your skin with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

“Dean”, you whispered, your voice trembling with desire.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with passion. “Just tell me what you need”.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “I need you, Dean. I need all of you”.

Dean nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. With an extremely gentle touch, he shifted you until you were lying on your back. As he hovered above you, careful around your belly, he kissed your breasts again, his lips trailing down to your growing bump. Each kiss was filled with tenderness and reverence, a silent promise of his commitment to you and your child.

Dean’s hands caressed your sides, his fingers tracing soft patterns on your skin. His touch was both soothing and electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. He took his time, savoring every moment, every reaction from you.

As he reached your belly, he paused, placing a gentle kiss just above your navel. “You’re so beautiful”, he murmured against your skin, his voice filled with awe and love.

You felt a lump form in your throat, the emotions overwhelming you. “Dean…”.

Dean moved lower, his eyes never leaving yours as he gently pulled down your shorts and panties. His touch was tender, reverent, as if he were unwrapping a precious gift. The cool air against your skin sent a shiver through you, heightening your anticipation.

His hands brushed over your thighs, spreading them gently. He took his time, savoring every inch of your skin as his lips followed the path of his hands. His kisses were soft, each one a promise, a declaration of his intent to cherish you.

Dean looked up at you, his gaze intense and filled with love. “I want to make you feel good”, he whispered, his voice low and husky. “Tell me if I do anything that doesn’t.”

You nodded, your breath hitching as his mouth moved lower.

Dean’s eyes never left yours as he moved lower, his breath warm against your skin. When his lips finally reached your clit, he kissed it with a wet, gentle sound. The sensation sent a jolt through your body, making you shake slightly. This was new territory for you; no one had ever gone down on you before.

Because of your belly, you couldn’t see everything he was doing, but you could see his eyes, filled with desire, and that was enough.

Dean’s tongue began to move in slow, deliberate circles around your clit, the warmth and wetness making your breath hitch. His eyes remained locked onto yours, watching your reactions closely. He wanted to ensure every touch, every movement brought you pleasure.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and intimacy that took your breath away. You arched into his touch, your hands gripping the sheets as he continued his tender ministrations. Soft moans escaped your lips, your body trembling with each gentle flick of his tongue.

Dean increased the intensity gradually, his hands gripping your thighs, keeping you in place. The combination of his tongue and the sight of his eyes filled with such devotion pushed you closer to the edge. The pleasure built steadily, like a wave rising higher and higher, until you felt yourself teetering on the brink.

“Dean”, you gasped, your voice trembling with need. “Please…”.

He responded by increasing the pressure and speed, his tongue moving with expert precision. The sensation became too much, and with a final cry, you felt yourself shatter, the pleasure crashing over you in waves. Dean continued his gentle movements, helping you ride out the aftershocks until you were left trembling and breathless.

He moved back up your body, his lips trailing kisses along your skin, until he reached your face. He kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. The intimacy of the moment made your heart swell with emotion.

Dean took the opportunity of you catching your breath to quickly get rid of his clothes. He stood there for a moment, looking at you with a mixture of desire and tenderness, before slipping back onto the bed. Despite your reassurances, he was still cautious about how to proceed without hurting you or the baby. His eyes lingered on you, filled with both love and concern.

“C’mere”, he whispered, gesturing to his lap while he gave himself a few lazy pumps. The sight of him, ready and waiting, sent another wave of heat through you.

You moved closer, carefully positioning yourself on his lap. Dean’s hands gently guided you, his touch reassuring. As you settled over him, you could feel his length pressing against you, the anticipation building once more. His hands moved to your hips, steadying you as you aligned yourself with him.

He looked into your eyes, his gaze searching. “Are you sure?”, he asked, his voice husky but filled with genuine concern.

You nodded, your heart pounding. “I’m sure”.

With that, Dean slowly helped you lower yourself onto him. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and the familiar feeling of being connected with him. You both gasped as he filled you, taking a moment to adjust to the sensation.

Dean’s hands moved to your back, supporting you as you began to move. He watched you intently, his eyes dark with desire and love. “You feel so good”, he murmured, his voice a low growl.

You leaned forward, your hands resting on his shoulders for support. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, and you both moaned at the sensation. The rhythm you set was slow and deliberate, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your bodies.

Dean’s hands roamed your back, his touch both gentle and possessive. He kissed your neck, your collarbone, anywhere he could reach, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The intimacy of the moment, combined with the physical pleasure, created a heady mix that left you both breathless.

Dean groaned, his voice thick with pleasure, “You’re so tight", he muttered, his hands holding your hips gently, guiding you as you moved. The sensation of being so deeply connected with him again sent shivers down your spine.

You moved on top of him, your rhythm slower and more deliberate than it had been months ago. The pregnancy made everything feel different, more intense and yet more careful. You could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched and filled you, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Dean was aware of your condition, making sure every movement was gentle and considerate. His eyes stayed locked on yours, the connection between you two deeper than it had ever been.

You leaned down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, your movements becoming more fluid as you found a comfortable rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming, your bodies moving in sync, creating a perfect harmony of pleasure and intimacy.

Dean’s grip on your hips tightened slightly as he thrust upward, meeting your movements with a controlled intensity. The pleasure built slowly, each movement sending sparks through your body. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you felt yourself climbing higher and higher.

“I’ve missed you so much”, he murmured earnestly.

And he did. Ever since Sam and Cas turned him back, he felt like something was missing. When you left, he felt like he was drowning, but he couldn’t point out what it was until now. Buried inside you, feeling your lips, hearing your moans and your heartbeat, being connected with you—he finally understood. For the first time since he was back to being himself, he felt whole, he felt complete.

Dean couldn’t hold back much longer. The feeling of you wrapped around him so tightly was way too intense, especially since he hadn’t had sex in months. Every movement, every sound you made pushed him closer to the edge.

“Y/N”, he gasped, his voice filled with desperation and need. His hands gripped your hips tighter, guiding you as you rode him. The intensity of the sensations was overwhelming, and he could feel his control slipping.

You sensed his urgency and increased your pace, your own pleasure building as you moved faster. The friction, the connection, the sheer intimacy of the moment drove you both towards the brink.

Dean’s breath hitched, and he pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m so close”, he whispered, his voice trembling.

You nodded, your own climax approaching rapidly. “Me too”, you managed to say between gasps.

With a final, powerful thrust, Dean groaned, his release crashing over him. The feeling of him coming inside you triggered your own orgasm, and you clung to him, your body shaking with the force of it.

Dean held you close, his body trembling with the intensity of his release. You could feel the warmth spreading inside you, mingling with the overwhelming pleasure of your own climax. Your bodies pressed together, skin to skin, hearts racing in unison. The room was filled with the sounds of your mingled breaths, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through both of you.

Dean’s hands moved gently over your back, his touch soothing and tender. He brushed his lips against your shoulder, trailing soft kisses along your skin. His breathing slowly began to steady, the raw urgency of moments ago giving way to a deep, abiding connection.

You rested your forehead against his, your eyes closed, savoring the closeness and the calm that followed such intense passion. Just then, you felt a series of strong kicks from the baby, so powerful that even Dean could feel them against his stomach.

Dean chuckled softly, his eyes lighting up with amusement and wonder. “Looks like the baby got a few endorphins too”, he teased, his hand gently moving to your belly to feel the movement more clearly.

You chuckled, feeling the baby continue to kick against Dean’s hand. The sensation brought a wave of joy and connection between the three of you. Dean’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of awe and tenderness as he felt the strong movements.

Dean bent down slightly, his hand still resting on your belly. He hesitated for a moment, then leaned in closer, speaking softly to your belly for the first time. “Hey there, little one”, he said, his voice gentle and filled with emotion. “You’re already a strong kicker, huh? Just like your mom”.

You blushed, leaning back a bit to give Dean more space to talk to the baby. The sight of him speaking so tenderly to your unborn child filled your heart with warmth and affection.

Dean continued, his voice low and soothing. “I can’t wait to meet you”, he murmured, gently rubbing your belly with his thumb. “We’re going to have so much fun together. I’ll teach you everything I know, and we’ll go on all sorts of adventures”.

You watched him, your heart swelling once more with love for the man before you.

With that, Dean pulled you down softly, kissing you gently. The tenderness in his touch made your heart flutter, and you felt a sense of peace wash over you. As he rolled you back onto your back, he moved with care, ensuring you were comfortable.

Just then, he gently pulled out of you, causing both of you to gasp softly at the loss of contact. He reached over, grabbing your top to clean up the mess he had made. His movements were gentle and considerate, his focus entirely on your comfort.

You watched him. Dean’s eyes met yours, and you saw the sincerity and commitment reflected in them.

After he finished cleaning you, Dean slipped back beside you, pulling you close. His arms wrapped around you, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart against your back. As he was about to say something, you hushed him, placing a finger gently over his lips.

“Just… give me this moment, Dean”, you mumbled, your voice pleading and tired. “We can deal with everything later”.

Dean nodded, understanding the weight of your request. He tightened his embrace, holding you close, his warmth and presence offering a comfort you hadn’t felt in a long time. The room was quiet, the only sounds the soft rustle of sheets and your synchronized breathing.

You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of being wrapped in Dean’s arms, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a sense of peace. For now, you allowed yourself to simply be in the moment, letting go of the worries and uncertainties that had plagued you.

Dean’s hand gently stroked your arm, his touch soothing and reassuring. “I’m here”, he whispered softly, his breath warm against your ear. “I’m not going anywhere”.

You nodded slightly, your heart swelling with a mix of love and hope. Despite the challenges and heartache, you knew that having Dean by your side made you stronger.

As you drifted off to sleep, you felt a sense of contentment settle over you, knowing that you were not alone. Dean’s presence was a promise of better days to come, and with him, you felt ready to embrace the future, one step at a time.

It wasn’t until Dean’s phone buzzed that he realized he needed to move. He saw Sam’s name on the screen and quickly, but quietly, slipped away from your side. You were too exhausted to wake up, your breathing steady and peaceful.

Dean dressed quickly, running a hand through his tousled hair to try and tame it. He headed to the front door, his mind still reeling from the emotional and physical intensity of the afternoon. As he opened the door, his typical sheepish and boyish grin spread across his face.

Sam stood there with two bags of Chinese food, his eyes narrowing as he took in Dean’s disheveled appearance. “Tell me you didn’t”, Sam sighed heavily, stepping inside.

Dean’s grin faded slowly. “It just… happened, man. We were talking, and one thing led to another”.

Sam shook his head, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter. “Dean, this isn’t just ‘one thing leading to another’. She’s pregnant! And you two have a lot to work through. Jumping back into bed with her might not be the best way to fix things!”.

Dean’s grin faded completely, replaced by a more serious expression. “I know, Sam. But it felt right. For the first time in a long time, it felt like we were connected again”.

Sam sighed, pulling out the food containers and setting them on the counter. “I get that, Dean. But you need to think about more than just the moment. This is about her, the baby, and your future. This isn’t something you can fix with your dick”, he mumbled, shaking his head.

Dean looked down, feeling the weight of Sam’s words. “I know, Sammy. It’s just… I’ve messed up so much already, and I don’t want to lose her again. I need to make this right”.

Sam sighed deeply, rubbing the back of his neck. “Dean, playing with her emotions, sleeping with her, and making her believe there’s a chance for a real relationship isn’t making it right. You need to be honest with her, and with yourself. You need to decide if you’re really committed to being with her, not just because of the baby”.

Dean nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of Sam’s words. “I get it, Sam. I do. And I am committed. I just don’t know how to show it properly… I… I like her. Really like her”.

Sam looked at him, confused and slightly exasperated. “Dean, you’ve been telling me for the last two years that you didn’t love her. You even told her yourself that you didn’t love her. What’s changed?”.

Dean ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to articulate his feelings. “I don’t know, Sam. Maybe I was scared, or maybe I just didn’t realize what I had until I almost lost it. But seeing her, being with her again… it made me realize how much she means to me. I can’t lose her, and I can’t lose our baby”.

Sam crossed his arms, a skeptical look on his face. “Dean, are you sure you’re not just thinking you love her now because she’s carrying your baby? It’s a big responsibility, and it can mess with your head”.

Dean frowned, considering Sam’s words. “I’ve thought about that, too. But it’s more than just the baby. It’s everything about her. I’ve missed her every day she’s been gone, and I’ve felt this emptiness that I couldn’t explain until now. I realize now that I’ve loved her for a long time, but I was too stupid or scared to admit it”.

Sam’s expression softened slightly, seeing the genuine struggle in his brother’s eyes. “Dean, I just want you to be sure. Y/N deserves honesty and commitment. If you’re going to be a part of her life, you need to be all in”.

Sam added, his voice firm but gentle, “Before you tell her that you want to be with her, you have to be 100 percent sure. Not pushed by guilt or the responsibility of a baby. You have to know in your heart that this is what you really want”.

Dean groaned, annoyed and frustrated by the situation. “Sam, I get it. I’ve been beating myself up over this for months. I know what I feel now. I’m not just doing this because of the baby. I want to be with her because I love her. I just… I need to show her that”.

Sam studied Dean for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. If you’re sure, then you need to tell her. But be prepared for her to need time. She’s been through a lot”.

Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair again. “Yeah, I know. I’ll give her all the time she needs. I just hope she can believe me”.

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A/N: OK, guys, from now on it's all about pregnancy and babies and all that cutesy, cheesy stuff. If you're not into that, you should stop reading because I got really carried away. Anyway, wrong time of the month to write, lol.

I would have ended the story after part 3, so imagine that everything from part 4 onwards is bonus material or an alternative ending, hehe.

Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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Part 5

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[devil-in-hiding]

https://www.tumblr.com/devil-in-hiding/761655801873055744/pregnantreader-calling-the-boys-whilst-theyre-on?source=share oh god the angst >:) and this is Price centric bc yeah

"There's someone in the house."

The boys' hearts drop. How was that possible? They had installed a renowned security system, things that would've alerted them if someone even touched the /lawn/. Much less get into the house.

"Get in our room." Price's voice rings out clearly, steady. "Lock the door. Stay low."

He wasn't a lover or partner. He was in full captain mode. He hears your soft response, an affirmative. There's a shuffle from your end of the line as you move.

"There's a safe, lock is your birthday, open it and get the gun."

As Price guides you through getting the gun as the others' round up and get out of base. Ghost had the guns, Soap, the knives, and Gaz was on the phone with the local law enforcement.

"Oh god..."

Your voice makes them all freeze in fear.

It's followed by a deathly scream and a gunshot. Everything falls silent.

The next few minutes back to your house feels too long, despite all the broken traffic laws. Price was still trying to get you to respond through the phone, but the line was silent.

When the boys get there, they're expecting the worst. They're expecting to see your body on the ground. So when they see a body, it takes a moment to realize its not you.

The soft sobbing from the closet outs you.

A soft order from Price has Soap and Ghost cleaning up and getting ready for loval law enforcement. Gaz was making preparations to bring you back to base with them.

Price softly approaches you, cooing softly. The gun was out of your immediate reach, but he's still careful to slide it further and click the safety on.

"Shh... shh... " Price coos, so softly, "it's alright, dove. We're here now."

It isn't until you look up that he feels sick.

Blood dripping down your face.

-✨️ I fucking love angst and open endings so feel free to finish it however you wish :)

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

okay but the “lock is your birthday” i know im in a dangerous situation.. BUT-

also because i meant to put assistant reader so like the thought of Price being so in love with you his codes for his safes are your birthday, im on my knees

[thesassypadawan]

Some Manipulative/Possessive Clay x PregnantReader...more likely and sooner than you think 🤭

[influenzalake]

Yandere Damian HC - To Break or Be Broken (TW!!)

MAJOR TW: abusive family, pregnancy, guilting, manipulation, +

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HC that Yandere Damian + Batfam guilts PregnantReader to stay with them so the newest Wayne will finally have both of their parents together. To "Break The Cycle" of broken Wayne families. Bruce is reassuring, telling Y/N that everything will be paid for and taken care of, without mentioning the looming power dynamic. Alfred always comment about how having both parents in the home is better for their development, without mentioning that a dangerous situation benefits nobody. Dick mentions how much he misses his parents and how he would trade anything to have what Baby Wayne will have, without mentioning there is no excuse to stay with an abuser. Tim and Barbara are overly invested in the progression of the pregnancy and are constantly emailing you peer reviewed articles and studies regarding fetal and child development. Jason keeps to himself, silently aware of the problematic environment, but also desperate to keep Y/N and give Baby Wayne what he never had. Damian is the eyes and ears. He is the one feeding information regarding Y/N and their health to the rest of the bats. (The change their tactics and behavior accordingly-) 

Y/N has had about enough of their shit, finally got the strength and arranged your escape and expose the Waynes for who they really are. They took everything, and now THIS?! You swear you were being safe!! This could not come at a worse time, but a terrible nag in the back of your head tells you this was all according to plan. What else screams tragic opportunity to a bunch of Bats more than a new member of the family? A better question is, what more could they want? It will never be enough. They consume and destroy without a second thought. Could you raise a child around people like that? Could you survive yourself? 

To Break or Be Broken

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𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴋᴀɢᴀᴍɪ ᴛᴀɪɢᴀ

✦ "𝐎𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝!" 

Staring at the test in your hands, the two pink lines seemed to be playing a trick on you. It was a miracle that you couldn't believe happened.

Your heart swelled with a variety of emotions while your vision grew blurry. A hand unconsciously rose to your mouth to hold in a sob of disbelief. 

The idea of your family growing was not something the two of you brought up often, and if so, it was always mentioned for in the distant future.

But this was here, this was now, and it was all too surreal.

Glancing at the clock, you realize that you need to clean up all the rubbish and prepare dinner for when your towering 6'3 (190 cm) husband comes home from work.

The two-toned-haired man had recently been over-exhausted from his job at the fire station, and maybe the news of an additional family member would brighten his day. 

Cleaning up your mess, you hid the positive pregnancy test in your sock and underwear drawer. It would be so much more impactful if it were to be a cute little surprise.

You took your time preparing dinner on the stove and setting the table for supper. A vibrant grin couldn't help but grow on your lips when you thought about setting another spot at the table for your child.

However, the sound of the front door opening and closing suddenly permitted the nerves to ignite in anxiousness. 

Kagami desired to be a father like how he desired to win every game he played back in high school. There was envy in his fiery ruby-red optics when he looked at other families, but the question was, would he want one so soon?

Large and muscular arms retracted you from your thoughts as they wrapped around your midsection. Kagami placed a longing kiss on your left cheek, and you could smell the sweat emanating from his dirty skin. 

Grinning at the physical touch, you leaned back against his chest as you continued to stir the contents inside of the pot.

"Welcome home, love." You greeted. "How was work?"

Your husband released a weary sigh and locked onto you securely. His head fit into the crook of your neck, his spiky hair brushing against your neck.

"That bad, huh? You should really take a break from work." 

You could feel him nodding his head with his spiky hair tickling against your skin. "I'm so exhausted..." He murmured into your shoulder. 

It took some skill to suppress another grin when your mind bounced back to the thought of your positive pregnancy test; depending on how he would feel, it could either brighten or lower his mood.

Patting his muscular tan arms, you turned off the stove and turned around in his arms to face him. He glanced down at you, and immediately, your lips were upon each other. 

Always so sweet and savory his kisses were, and as much as you wanted to continue, you did not want for the food to grow cold.

"Well, wash up, then come sit down at the table. Don't stress yourself too much. Things will get better." 

He nodded his head before leaving a soft kiss on the side of your neck and leaving for the shower. Once he entered the bathroom and the screeching of the shower's raging water pressure could be heard, you skipped into your shared bedroom.

The test was hidden in a small rectangular box meant for watches, and you swiftly hid it in your apron. Returning back to the kitchen, you placed the meals on your pristine porcelain white plates and sat in your unassigned assigned seats.

Silence filled your lovely home as he finished his shower, and after a few minutes, the muscular and toned man stepped out in a simple pair of sleeping joggers without his shirt on. 

Water droplets were falling off his hair and dripping down his muscular tan shoulders. His torso was slightly steaming from the hot water. You gazed at him dreamily. 'That's why I'm pregnant.' 

Naughty, naughty, you needed to calm yourself as you chuckled to yourself. Kagami shifted his gaze to meet yours with a perplexed expression.

A lopsided grin formed on your lips while you shook your head. "It's nothing, Love. Come sit down so we can eat together." You mused.

He didn't waste any time sitting next to you at the table and devouring the dinner with his incredibly outlandish appetite that grew worse after high school. 

The thought of having a mini him had your heart swelling and blood rushing through your system as if you were on a rollercoaster.

It was beginning to become more nerve-racking the longer the seconds passed by.

Your husband glanced up at your face and then down at your barely touched dinner. His thick, split eyebrows creased in puzzlement before he swallowed the large bite in his mouth. 

"(Y/n), is something wrong?" He queried oh so innocently.

You smiled at the sound of your name off his tongue and gripped the box tighter. "No, nothing, my love. Don't worry about it." 

He placed his fork down and twisted his full body to face yours. "You got that eyebrow crease again when you're overthinking." 

Kagami knew you so well just as much as you knew him; it made it hard to keep secrets on both ends.

Rolling your (e/c) optic, you reached down into your apron to take out the green box and handed it hesitantly to the tall male. "Here, it's a little present." 

He himself rolled his eyes and took it from your fingers. "You didn't have to. It's not even my birthday." He jeered with a faint grin.

Your extremities clasped together as you observed him intently remove the lid, only for the white pregnancy test to be the first thing he witnessed. 

He stared down with his fiery ruby red optics whilst his mouth hung open. Kagami sat dazed for what felt like hours but was really a minute. Abruptly, dread began to fill your body as you gazed at his non-moving body. 

"T-Taiga." Your voice stuttered out as you sent a hand to touch his shoulder. Unexpectedly, Kagami gripped your wrist and pulled you into his arms. 

His fingers held onto your waist tightly while he pushed his face into your neck. You could feel a stream of liquid suddenly fall down your neck and know it came from Kagami. 

"I don't believe it. I'm really gonna be a dad?!" The man's voice was laced with excitement.

His words were slightly muffled in your shoulders, and you nodded your head. Then, you reached for his hair to scratch his scalp and massage it. 

"I'm pregnant, Taiga. We're going to have a baby together." He squeezed your body tighter and began kissing all the way up from your collarbone to your jaw. 

He pulled back, only for you to see the large grin on his face. "(Y/n), you keep making me happier and happier." 

The two-toned-haired male lightly grasped your left wrist and brought your hand down from his head. He tenderly kissed your ring finger, which held the beautiful gold ring that made you his wife and only his. 

"I love you so much, Taiga." 

"I love you so much too, (Y/n)." 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴋᴜʀᴏᴋᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ

✦ "𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?"

Tetsuya Nigō merely cocked his head to the side before barking at your feet. Your nose scrunched in disapproval as you dropped yourself on the couch with the Alaskan Malamute jumping up to rest by your side.

All the tension was building up in your muscles from the doctor's visit earlier, and it only grew with the ticking of the clock on the wall. 

It shouldn't have been a surprise to find out you were pregnant with your husband's child; it was partially your fault for enticing him so much that one night. 

However, you weren't sure if it was exactly great news. The two of you were still relatively young, married only for a few years that you could count on one hand.

The issue wasn't that you were afraid to tell him. After all, he was a kindergarten teacher. He adored children and worked with them every day. 

You both shared a conversation about kids, and he revealed that he would love to have one or two...in the future when you two were much older.

A sigh reverberated from your lips as you reached over for a quilt and covered your legs with it, Tetsuya Nigō crawling under so he could rest with his head in your lap.

Even with your myriads of thoughts running at the speed of sound in your head, you knew better than to take it out on a harmless animal.

Your scowl morphed into a minuscule smile as you began scratching his head while your other hand reached for the remote to turn on one of your favorite guilty pleasure shows. 

It wasn't long before the front door opened, and the sound of his keys jiggling echoed through the foyer. 

The front door was opened, and you didn't even turn around to face your blue-haired husband. "Welcome home."

"Hey," Kuroko murmured as he shuffled off his shoes and neared your frame. He turned his head to face the screen to see that vulgar show that was particularly loud. It had sound effects and songs that just seemed to screech in his head.

He expressed his displeasure frequently whenever it was on, and you knew it was the last thing he wanted to hear after finishing work. But you need that show right now to maintain low-stress levels.

"I know it's not right for me to tell you to change the show, but," He released a hefty sigh as he collapsed next to you on the couch. His hands found the remote and turned down the volume to barely above five. "At least don't have it blasting."

"I'm pregnant." You revealed point blankly while snatching the remote and raising the volume again. 

His eyes enlarged, his gaze fixed on the side of your impassive face, which remained focused on the TV screen. Silence sat on his tongue as the information worked through his brain. When he had finally processed such vital news, he lightly placed his hand over yours, which was holding the remote. 

Your gaze shifted slightly to glance at him while he muted the sound. If you had not been used to his apathetic expressions, you would have missed the shimmer in his bright, periwinkle eyes. "You're pregnant?" He asked as he kept his voice from wavering.

In response, you shrugged your shoulders and whacked his hand off yours to raise the volume again. Your body pressed into the corner of the couch as if you were attempting to shield yourself from the impending statement. 

Tetsuya Nigō could probably sense the moody tension and playfully licked at your fingers. 

"(Y/n)." Your name was called out sternly.

That serious and humorless tone of voice nearly had shivers run up your spine. Guess it was finally time to get to the meat of the bone. Pausing the show and clasping your hands together on the back of your dog, you shifted your gaze to face your husband. 

"Tetsuya."

"Why are you acting like this?" He queried while raising his arms to cross over his chest. "You're acting like what you told me is nothing. That is not nothing." There was a slight crease in his eyebrows.

A frown etched deeply on your face as you respired heavily. "I'm not. I know how serious it is. It's just that I know you don't want a baby right now, with work and all. Before, you've said that you wanted to wait until we were older."

The firmness in his eyes softened, and so did his brows. He laughed almost breathlessly while covering it slightly with his hand. "You can be so silly sometimes." Your frown stretched into a scowl. "Yes, I did want to wait until later in the future, but I also said that when I had just started my career. I have a steady job now and money saved. I can take care of you and-" He placed one of his hands on your barely showing stomach. "I can take care of this little one."

Every fiber of your being had relaxed, the tension fading while you placed a hand over his. "But we are still so young." You murmured. 

He nodded his head before leaning in and placing a soft smooch on your lips. "That is true, yes. But I want nothing more than to spend my time with you and raising our child." Kuroko informed, his hand on your belly warming the skin beneath.

Yes, that is 'our' child. A baby is growing in your tummy, a clear sign of your bond. You giggled slightly to yourself for having such pessimistic thoughts about this sweet man. 

"What?" Your husband asked, his lips slightly quirked. 

Grinning, you shook your head while reaching over to wrap your arms around the back of his neck. "Nothing, just happy."

"I'm happy, too."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ

✦ "𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬!?" 

A groan echoed in the bathroom as you tossed the test down on the counter. Your hands pressed into the marble as you leaned your weight on it. 

You wanted to swear or at least cry a little, but it was in the middle of the night. Aomine couldn't know this yet, so you still have to work your own head around this information in silence. It took you all day just to work up the courage to do it because you couldn't relax enough to go to sleep. 

With your husband's ability to nearly sleep through anything, you let yourself swear under your breath. This was reality; several tests all displayed 'positive.' All seven different brands stared right back at you with that +.

Stepping back, you ran a hand through your hair and glanced at yourself in the mirror. You looked like a nervous wreck right now, and you were feeling like one, too. Your legs could barely hold you up, and you let yourself drop to the ground. 

Slouching against the door, you bit your lip and stared at the tiled floor. Were you excited to have your husband's baby? Well, of course, you've dreamed of having a big family with him since high school. 

The issue and the reason why you were feeling queasy had to do with your husband's profession. 

As a diligent and actively engaged Police Lieutenant, he was constantly rushing in and putting himself in danger every day. It did not help with his stubborn and reckless personality, which often resulted in him doing things before thinking.

It was his passion, and he was passionately dedicated to his job. He desired to help those in need and make your city safer. So if it meant getting a few cuts and gashed here and there, he was fine with it.

To accomplish his goals, he would put himself in danger, which was the bane of your existence and what kept you up at night.

Yes, you wanted this baby, but the dread was holding back any form of excitement. What if he is killed, leaving you and your child alone? You can barely even stand the idea of your child having to grow up without ever being able to meet their father.

There was a groan from outside the door before it was abruptly opened. The sudden movement spurred you to fall back and knock your head on the carpeted floor.

As soon as your eyes met his navy blue gaze that had his brows quirked inquisitively, you bounced back up to your feet. 

Aomine released a tired sigh as he scratched at his bare stomach. "I gotta take a piss." 

"Yeah." You squeaked before clearing your throat. "Yeah, of course. Gimmie a second." Discreetly, you tried to close the door while pushing the test into a drawer. 

However, his keen eyes must have caught a glance as he pushed the door open effortlessly and stepped inside. "(Y/n)." He stated in the manner in which you knew you might not be able to lie your way out of this. "No wonder you were hacking up a storm the past month." 

Your stomach stirred as if you were going to retch at that moment, yet you pushed it down with a strenuous swallow. 

"It's not what you think." You mumble, eyes stationed on the ground from the inability to meet his gaze. 

The navy-headed male scoffed as he pushed you aside to open the drawer. He stared at the multiple tests for a few seconds before leaning against the door frame and folding his arms. "When were you going to tell me?"

With eyes stationed on your feet, you mumbled out a response shamefully. "I just took them, so I wasn't sure yet. I definitely hadn't planned for you to find out tonight." 

He must have been glaring at you with how you felt his piercing gaze. Abruptly, the tan-skinned man grasped your left wrist and yanked you to his chest. Your gaze shot up at his handsome face, which was showcasing evident anxiety and vexation.

"Why didn't you want to tell me? It's not something to hide unless it's not mine." He conveyed as if it hurt him to say those words. 

It did not take long at all for you to feel guilty. "Can you not accuse me of having an affair and listen to me." You stated that your husband responded a few seconds later by releasing your wrist. Respiring another breath, your hands found their pace anxiously at your belly. "It's just that I have a lot to fear. You put yourself in danger all the time, just rushing in. I can't bear it if you die and leave me and this kid all alone. I know you love your job, but-" 

He ceased your rambling by leaning down to place his lips on yours and kiss you nearly zealously. His arms moved to grip the back of your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly and rested your bottom on the counter. 

You didn't want to give in, but how could you give up such an intimate kiss? You responded in the same manner, kissing him deeply, expressing yourself heartily. There will be no other man that you could love like this. If you were to lose him, it would be like having half of yourself ripped out. 

A single tear had fallen from your eye, which your husband immediately noticed. He pulled back with a heavy inhale and swiped the tear away with the back of his hand. 

His gaze was much softer, and he must have thought deeply about your fear. What if he were to be gone? Then he could never touch you, either. Aomine pressed himself between your legs as he enveloped his strong arms around your torso and pulled you in for a firm embrace.  

"I know it scares you, baby." He expressed softly and placed a kiss on your temple. "It scares me too sometimes. But I would never leave you alone to fend for yourself. Hell would have to freeze over first before I ever give up and die."

"I know." You sniffled.

The navy-eyed male released an arm, placing an open palm underneath your sleep shirt and resting it on your belly. "All I want to do is protect you, make sure nothing could ever happen to you. I'll do the same for this baby, but for damn sure, I'll be here to experience it. I can't go die before my wife and child."

Of course, you just had to cry. You couldn't hold back the streams of tears as they cascaded down your face. Leaning forward, you wrapped your arms around his back and pressed your face into his chest. "I love you." 

"I love you too, ya' big crybaby." You could practically hear a grin in his voice. He hugged you back just as tenderly before pulling back and holding your shoulders. His navy blue eyes looked as if he were examining something on your chest inquisitively. 

"I can't wait for your boobs to grow! They're gonna get humongous!" 

Aaand, there he goes, ruining a sweet moment. "Daiki!"

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ꜱᴇɪᴊᴜʀᴏ

✦ "𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲." 

You've read the same sentence over and over at this point, the same thing as you're unable to get any farther than that in your book. Attempting to keep your mind preoccupied with the thriller fantasy remained futile as your mind continued to replay your doctor's visit over and over again.

For a few weeks, you've been feeling ill and sickly, with your stomach churning every time you ate. Even your breast felt plumper, and your joints ached, so at that point, you knew it warranted a doctor's visit. 

Assuming it was the flu, you were proved a fool when the doctor declared your illness as pregnancy. 

Overjoyed, you couldn't have smiled any larger after hearing the news. Yet that smile had swiftly fallen when you thought deeper about it. Yes, you were going to have your lovely husband's child, but you were also going to birth an heir for his company. 

You knew exactly how difficult it was to grow up in a wealthy household with an overbearing, demanding father. Akashi experienced an even worse version of that, and it made sense that it was exactly how your husband was going to act. 

It's all he knew, and like father-like child, they would have the same mindset. Strive for the best and win no matter who you have to crush. 

It was a not-the-healthiest environment, and you couldn't bear to give your child such a stressful workload and a domineering father. There was only so much you could do to give your child an actual childhood without straining your relationship with your husband. 

By raising the child maturely, he'd be taking away his child's youth just as his own father had. 

At the time, the doctor had noticed your sudden uneasiness and handed over a business card: "If there is something wrong and you are unable to have this baby, then you can call this number and schedule a meeting. They'll do it safely and ethically. However, it is your choice to choose whatever will be best for you and your baby."

Her words have stayed in your head, droning over again and again as you weighed your options. You loved your husband deeply, with all your heart, considering how you married him almost right after high school. Continuing your lineage wasn't a topic brought up, as you both enjoyed the bliss of married life.

You two are still young, and you weren't sure if you were ready to disrupt that life because of the chaos of raising a child with different views. Soon, you were going to have to make a decision; you couldn't just lie in bed all day.

A) You could give birth normally and fight nearly all the time on the way to raising your child.

B) Let the information of pregnancy remain a secret and get an abortion. 

C) Pack your things and leave without informing him to raise the child in secret yourself.

All of them seemed like such extreme options, with neither being able to produce the greatest result. Either way, you're going to have to choose one.

The sound of your bedroom door opening snapped you out of your myriad of thoughts and brought you back to the present. Darting your eyes back down to your book, you attempted to seem preoccupied. 

"I see that you are better." Your husband's voice fills the room as he steps closer to the bed. He rested the back of his hand against your forehead and felt the heat of it. "Still warm, however."

Glancing up, you gave him a slight nod and cleared your throat. "Welcome home, love. I didn't expect you to be home so early. I was even going to take a bath."

He hummed in response and leaned down to kiss your temple. "Don't let me stop you," he murmured with a slight quirk on his lip. "There wasn't much to discuss at the meeting, so instead of wasting everyone's time, I sent everyone home early."

You could only produce a weak smile before returning your attention to your book. "In a little bit, then." 

Akashi nodded as he stepped back to stride over to the walk-in closet and removed the blazer from his black suit. "So, how was your doctor's appointment?" Clothes shuffle, and the bin clicks as he changes. "I assume that it was nothing serious as you're not freaking out or acting as if your dying."

His teasing remark almost makes you laugh, but the situation is dire. "It was the flu, so my doctor prescribed some medicine and bed rest." You'll lie for now and take the time to figure out the game plan.

He hummed to himself before walking out and fixing the buttons on his sleepwear. "I see, so there is nothing else?" He queried with his duo-colored gaze, staring at your face.

You shook your head no while keeping your attention focused on the book, even though you've been looking through your peripheral. 

Nodding his head of bright crimson hair, he stepped back into the closet, and you released a breath you didn't know you were holding.

The stress was getting to you already, and it seemed that you would take up that bath now. Pushing yourself up to your feet, you dragged yourself to the personal bathroom and turned on the faucet. 

Gushing hot water pooled in the porcelain white basin before it became oblique as you sprayed bubbles and bath salts into it. 

Discarding your clothes right there, you stepped in carefully before relaxing against the cushioned backrest. It seems Akashi was already lying down as he left you to enjoy your bath in peace. 

And so you did, turning on the jets and letting the pulsating water massage your tense muscles. It wasn't until your fingers were pruned and the water-cooled that you got out and wrapped yourself in a towel. 

In the main room, your husband was lying down while reading a newspaper. "Did you have a nice bath?" He asked without looking your way. 

"Yes." You murmured while entering the walk-in closet and searching for loose sleepwear.

"You know," Akashi began, and your heart skipped a beat of dread. "I've acted unaware to spare some from appearing incompetent, but I do not like being played a fool."

Almost immediately, your mouth grows dry, and you struggle to swallow. "Where are you going with that?"

He doesn't respond immediately; you can only hear the sound of his newspaper shuffling. Waiting a few more seconds and only receiving silence, you stepped out and peered nervously around the corner. 

Of course, the man himself sat crossed arm on his side of the bed as he met your gaze. "I don't like liars, (Y/n)." 

"But I didn't!" You refute before sighing and sitting at the edge of the bed on your side. "I just hadn't had the time to think it through."

"Huh?" The bright-eyed man questioned. "What is there to think through? You're pregnant with my heir, and we have everything we need to provide for that child."

Biting your bottom lip, you contemplate whether or not you should now begin arguing about how you'd both differ on raising this baby.  "Of course, the materialistic aspect is there, but Sei... you don't have much fatherly instinct. You treat everything like it's a business transaction." 

Akashi's duo-colored eyes looked up in the right corner as he placed a curled finger against his chin. "Do I treat our relationship like that?" He asked almost playfully, yet there was an underlying vexation to it. 

"Well, you used to. It wasn't until we had that break you came back to me, actually showing your vulnerability and willingness to not put up a wall with me." You picked your words carefully, not desiring to insult him or make him feel embarrassed. 

"That's right, before." His clothes shuffled as he stood up to venture around the bed and take a seat by your side. "It's a shame you think so low of me and decide to lie. I'm your husband, the only person you're supposed to be truthful with." 

You feel shameful and are unable to meet his gaze even as he's right by your side. "I-I don't. We are both aware of how our parents raised us, and you have taken after your father in more ways than one. I just know you'll raise them with independence and maturity that would snatch away the ignorance of childhood." 

Silence, you can barely even hear the sound of your own breathing. What was he thinking? Was he taking you seriously, or would he just think it was the hormonal ramblings of a pregnant woman? 

"(Y/n)." He calls tenderly and reaches over to place a hand over yours that was in your lap. "I understand where you are coming from, but I wish you had had this conversation with me earlier instead of thinking so low of your own husband."

"I'm sorry."

Akashi sighed and leaned over to wrap an arm around your shoulder so he could hug your side. "You were not completely baseless; however, with you by my side, you'd be the voice of reason to step in if I were to fall into my father's ways." 

This time, you were finally able to raise your head and meet his gaze. "But that is how relationships become strained, with the constant arguing." You state almost with a quivering lip. 

"I'd like to think that our relationship is stronger than that." He mused with his other hand, which was still covering your hand, to tap at your wedding ring. "We will figure things out, my love. But we have to communicate, not keep things to ourselves. And I know you always try to fix things yourself, but marriage means sharing that burden." 

A slight grin plays on your lip as you look at him. "I always knew you were very mature for your age, but I hadn't known you were this judicious. I'm sorry for lying and almost doing something drastic." 

"And I'm sorry for making it seem that you couldn't trust me. We still have a lot to learn about our marriage." 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴍᴜʀᴀꜱᴀᴋɪʙᴀʀᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ

✦ "𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭." 

The growing weight and plumpness of your breasts were something you had assumed resulted from the considerable amount of sweets you eat together. You also had been eating confectionaries that had been too rich before.

But it made sense that the food cravings you've been having were all sweets, the favorite of your dear sweet husband. The food bill is going to get out of control with now the added hankerings of a child.

Though, as great as the news was, you did have some reservations about the situation. You had not been born the healthiest, with a forever ailment cursing your lungs. Your doctor was quick, as she provided a prescription and set up appointments with specialists to be on top of that. 

It might be a difficult pregnancy, but the aspect of growing a whole new life in your belly was a difficult and strenuous task to begin with. However, having a family, a child, with the man you loved would give you such purpose.

However, the amount you need to clean from wrappers and rubbish might just drown you all. It isn't very pleasant cleaning all the time, but you cannot help but giggle and imagine the future with your husband and your baby. 

It would be nice to have a little mini version of your husband running...no lazying around when your husband was at work for long hours or playing basketball with his high school buddies.

When you came home from your appointment, you were still on a blissful high from the information. It felt almost like a fairy tale, and nothing could break that joy currently. 

Murasakibara should be leaving work soon, and you still haven't prepared dinner, so an idea came to mind. What better way to tell such important information than with his all-time obsession, confections? 

Even though your husband was more skilled than you in baking, you've watched him enough to do some basic things. A small cake with four thinner cakes should do it. You'll ice them differently, with the left side being baby blue and the right a bright pink. 

You'll use a frosting bag, put a thin point on it, and write the words, 'Would daddy like a girl or a boy?' It was cute, maybe a bit cringe-worthy, but that's what made it noteworthy. It's a memory that you'll never forget.

Placing it on the stand in the dining room, you returned to the kitchen to begin dinner. Another hour and the lavender-headed male will be coming home, so there is just enough time to make dinner. 

It's so exciting and surreal to be pregnant, to hold a whole life right inside of you. You wonder if they'll look like your husband or have his lazy genes. The ability to imagine and envision a future of what is to come is so remarkable that you can't wait to share that joy with your husband.

"(N/n)-chin." Murasakibara's voice calls out as the front door closes. 

Barely holding down a smile, you wipe your hands and approach him. "Hi, honey." He leans down just as you step up on your tippy toes to kiss him. He smells like candy and flour. "How was work, Atsushi?"

"Busy." He replied in his usual tone as he stood back to his full height to remove his coat. "What's for dessert?" 

Your teeth bite into your bottom lip as you hold in a giggle. He's so silly and cute. "Well, I did make you something special, but how about you eat dinner first?" He clicks his tongue but silently walks with you to the kitchen to get his plate. "I'm not really hungry, but I'll sit with you while you eat after I finish washing dishes." 

"Okay." He murmurs while grabbing his plate. You watch his hunching figure trek toward the dining room and internally squeal. 

With jittery hands, you turn on the sink to begin washing dishes, yet it does not take long for you to hear him call out your name from the other room. "(N/n)-chin." 

"Yes, honey?"

His heaving footsteps echoed as he approached before you saw him crouch by your side in your peripheral. Murasakibara's large hands reached for your hips as he slightly pushed your body at an angle so your stomach was facing him. 

"It doesn't..." His fingers trailed toward your tummy as he lifted your shirt and dragged his calloused skin against the soft flesh. "It doesn't look like our baby is in there." 

How does he always manage to say the sweetest things? Smiling, you turned off the water and bent down to look at his crouching figure. "That is because I've only been pregnant for a few months, honey. Our baby is only about the size of a plum."

"Tiny." He whispered with his violet eyes twinkling. The large man leaned forward and pressed his lips against the soft flesh of your belly. "So tiny. How am I not going to hurt such a tiny thing?" 

Ugh, there is only so much cuteness you can take, and you're close to overloading. "Well, when they come in nine months, they're going to be much larger. And with it being your baby, it might be one heavy baby." You teased while reaching down to caress the side of his face.

Your husband hummed, vibrating your belly as he appeared to think to himself. "I wonder what kind of candy they'll like?" 

"Ah, ah." You stressed the vowels and patted his face a little harshly. "They won't be able to digest candy for months, maybe even several years." 

"Annoying." He grunted before blowing a raspberry on your tummy. Your abdomen flexed as you giggled and pushed him from the tickling. "I want to feed them sooner. I want to feed them now." 

Wagging a finger, you spoke to him sweetly. "Nine months. Now, get up, and you can feed me some cake for now."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴋɪꜱᴇ ʀʏᴏᴜᴛᴀ

✦ "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐚!?" 

"Ryouta, don't be ridiculous." You chastised your overbearing and protective husband in the check-up room. "How would I even get infected with that?" 

"Then it's gotta be COVID-19-" You placed a hand over his mouth as you rubbed your temples. 

It's not as bad as he's been making it out to be. You've just been extremely lethargic and unable to sleep well. It felt like you were having the systems of PMS, which made you think that it was what just came with being a woman. 

So you refused to go to the doctors at first, yet Kise, being Kise, rambled about the what-ifs, even suggesting cancer. At that point, you had to go in and put his mind at ease.

The doctor had already done some blood work and taken some samples, so the two of you were just waiting. "(Y/n)-cchi, what if it's something deadly because you took so long to get a check-up? That's why it's taking so long for us to get your results back!" 

"My god(s)!" You snapped and pinched his cheek harshly. "Stop assuming the worst, you hypochondriac! It's probably the flu or something!" 

"Actually!" Both of your heads whipped towards the door as your doctor stepped in with a teasing grin. "I'm here to deliver some good news." Handing over a piece of paper, you snatched it quickly and read over the words.

"Pregnant?" You read it quietly before gasping audibly. "Pregnant?!"

Kise gripped your shoulders and shook you in your stop with this enormous, overpowering grin on his lips. "Pregnant! We're going to have a little us running around!" He squealed. 

Your doctor nodded as he sat by his computer and began typing away. "It's always lovely to see the joy of new parents. I'll prescribe some prenatal and sleeping medicine for insomnia. I'm also going to put in a referral for the OB/GYN. You'll start to see them for your pregnancy checkups." 

Still stunned by the new information, you struggled to hold in your own joy as you clasped your hands tightly around your husband and squeezed. How nice it will be to have a miniature version of your partner while he is gone long hours flying. 

"Alright, that's done. The two of you are free to go and celebrate if you have no more questions," the doctor conveyed. With that, Kise did not need to be told twice, as he was rushing the two of you out of there. 

He's practically dragging you outside and toward his car. "Baby! Babies! Hehe, we're going to have the cutest baby!" He giggles with that massive grin. 

It's infectious, and you struggle to hold down your own smile. "We are going to have the cutest baby ever." 

Agreeing with your remark, he opened the passenger side door and ushered to you. However, once you sit down, he's already leaning over to buckle you up himself. "Ryouta, I can do it myself. I'm not disabled." 

"I know~." He stretches his words before kissing you on the lips and then on your nose. "I just feel like I need to step up and be the most amazing husband and soon-to-be father. And I get the excuse to dote on you in the meantime." 

You feel the strain in your cheeks as you smile again, with warmth blossoming on your face. "Oh geez, you can be so cute sometimes." 

"No, you." He refuted while crouching, his hands reaching to grasp your hand. Kissing the wedding ring on your finger, he meets your gaze with strong, unwavering eyes. "Not only do I get to have you as my wife, but now the mother of my child. This is so cool!"

Even though Kise can be overdramatic, loud, and overbearing, he is bright, bubbly, and a big ball of optimism. He was easy to love...and easy to get annoyed with, too, but it was even more challenging to be mad at him. Either way, you loved him with all your heart. Now, your family of two will be three in nine months. 

To think you'd be a mother already, phew, was still a little shocking, but it was still extremely prideful. You get to have this lovingly amazing man's baby.

You must have had an affectionate expression on your face, considering your husband couldn't help but lean up and kiss your lips tenderly. He tasted like coffee cake. "All buckled up, mommy~." Kise sang before making his way to his side of the car." 

Rolling your eyes, you leaned back and crossed your ankles. "Don't be cringe." 

"It's in my nature." He rebutted while turning on the car and pulling out of his parking spot. "Ouu! I can't wait until I tell everyone at basketball. Especially my co-pilots. They're gonna be so jealous!" 

"Oh, I'm sure." You mused and reached over to hold his free hand. "You'll be a great father, Ryouta." 

He peeked over at you, his face blushing softly as he grinned again and returned his vision to the road. "I love you so damn much." 

"I love you too, you silly man." 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ

✦ "𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞."  

It's taking forever to get your results back from the doctor. You honestly should have gone home instead of agreeing to wait. You don't have all the time in the world to just sit around and bide your time just to be told what kind of sickness you have. 

It would have been so much easier if your husband, who was an accomplished doctor, could give you a check-up himself. However, his fear of germs and your coughing quite literally had him push you away and set up an appointment for you on his computer. 

And, of course, on the day of, he was called in, so you had to go alone, which made you even more annoyed. Now you're just here, lying on the examination table with your fingers tapping on your own arm. It just so happened that even your phone had died, so now you have nothing but your own rambling thoughts to fill the time. 

However, you will admit that it is nice to have a break from the Oha Asa radio station blaring from Midorima's office at home.

You loved that man and all his quirks, but sometimes, they did get bothersome if you were already on your last nerve. 

Abprutly, there was a knock at the door that spurred you to fling up and fix your sitting position. Your doctor came in with a smile, though you couldn't hide your surprise when she was followed in by your husband. 

"Shintarou?" You called and rubbed at your arms anxiously. "Is everything okay?" 

The basil-headed man attempted to speak, yet he tripped over his words, which compelled the blush on his face to grow in hue. 

Your doctor sighed and pushed him aside as she met your gaze. "Great news! You're pregnant, Midorima-san!" 

With your mouth falling agape, you thrust your head forward as your heart skipped a beat. "You have to be joking with me. What's really wrong?"

The two doctors gave each other a side-eyed look before glancing back at you. "We are serious, (Y/n)." Your husband stated. "Your bloodwork proves that you are p-pregnant." He tripped over his words with the ruddiness on his cheeks darkening. 

"Oh." You muttered, slouching in your seat with your gaze dropping to the ground. "Oh." Once your brain started working, you pointed an accusing finger at the emerald-eyed man. "This is all your fault, ya' damn green bean!" 

"(Y/n), please, not here." Midorima pleaded with his hands raised. 

You could only 'hmph' to yourself while crossing your arms beneath your bust. "Now I have to be disabled for nine months. I won't be able to bend over or even tie my own shoes. And I'm going to get so fat." 

The doctor laughed while she wrote something on a piece of paper. "It gets easier with time. I'll leave you two alone for now, but I'll give you this paper with your prescription and appointment date." She handed it over and congratulated you both once more before leaving the room. 

Midorima cleared his throat as you stared at him with a brow raised. Your finger was tapping impassionately as your legs swung. "I-I'll call Takao to take you home." He murmured without meeting your gaze. 

You hummed in response, glaring right at his head. He appeared to have more he wanted to say yet struggled to relay them. Instead of wasting both of your time, he turned around and grasped the handle yet stalled like a statue.

Slowly, he turned back to face you and bit into his bottom lip. "I...I am delighted that we get to grow our family." Your glare fell in an instant at his words. "There's no one I'd rather be married to or have be the mother to my child." 

At that moment, your annoyance had dispersed with the realization that you would really be growing your soulmate's baby within you. A child shared between your love will be here in nine months and will be loved wholeheartedly by their father. 

Midorima has a lot of love to give, and you can be sure that your child will only know what a loving household is like. 

"Sweet talker." You jib and release your crossed arms to help push yourself off the examination table. "I know you'll be a great father." Your hands found his waist as you leaned up on your toes to kiss him on the lips. "We can talk more about this later. 

Even his nose looked bright pink as he shifted his gaze away bashfully. "Please do not tease me at work." 

"Don't test me."

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✦ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ���ʙʟɪɢᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴄ ɪ ��ʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜʟꜰɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʀᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇ ✦ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏ! ✦8,042 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

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↳𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐍𝐁 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

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𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

See ya later, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐬!

[spiel-mit-mir-ein-spiel]

The beginning pt 19.~~ Paul Landers

Whoooot almost part 20! :3

Enjoy :3

Warning: mention of miscarriage, smut :3

( I love Paul his Humour and Sarcasm xD You should check out the making off Auslander for the beautifull painting from Till xD)

You got home by taxi and opened the frontdoor of your & Paul's apartment. You were exhausted. First from the scare of losing the baby and then from the boys fighting. You were happy that the baby was fine and healthy. You didn't expect to be so far along. You went to the bathroom to take a shower and you looked in the mirror when you undressed. Now that you knew you could see a little bump forming. You rubbed your stomach and smiled. ''I love you and i'm sure your daddy does to sweetheart''

When you got out of the shower you pulled on some comfy clothes and laid down on your bed. You needed rest.

When you woke up you heard stumbeling and went to the livingroom. Paul was leaning against the kitchencounter with the ultrasound photos in his hands. '' I called you this morning. I started bleeding, but you didn't pick up. Jessica brought me to the hospital and thank god the baby is fine.. but your weren't there for me..'' you said softly and Paul looked at you with sorrow. '' I understand you are busy, i truely do, but what if i had miscarriaged this morning? You didn't even knew i was pregnant. We were barely speaking these few weeks. I miss my happy, sparkly , funny Paul. Who loves making music with his friends and preform for his fans. Please Paul, let me help you but don't shut me out anymore'' you said while tears rolled down your cheeks. Paul started crying to. You laid your hands on his chest while looking at him with sadness. '' I'm so sorry for shutting you out. I never wanted to but this goddamn album consumed us and it almost teared the band apart. Richard dealing with addiction and being angry at us all the time while we were concerned about him. We've talked after you left and we talked things out. Richard is getting help and we are having a little break to get some rest and get our heads together. We even looked at a therapist which is going to help us communicate as band'' He rambled and you hugged him. '' I'm happy you did that. You are such good friends and nothing should break you all apart'' you said and stroke his head. '' I'm proud of you'' you said and he sniffled. '' But i doesn't take away the fact i treated you like shit'' he said and looked at you with bloodshot eyes while he dried his tears '' It's okay Paul, i understand now, but next time talk to me okay? I don't want us to part. Because i love you to death and this little one inside me does too'' You said when you put your hands on your belly. He bent down to his knees and lifts your shirt up. He looked surprised when he sees that your stomach is already showing and gives you belly a little kiss. ''Mommy and Daddy loves you very much. I can't wait to meet you little one'' he said to you stomach with a smile. You smiled when you put your hands on his head and kiss his forehead. He came back up again and kisses you. ''I love you so much. I'm so happy that we're having a baby'' He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight. You sighed with relieved, You both needed this talk. ''Babe?'He said while he letting you go from the hug but still had his arms wrapped around your waist. '' How does it work with sex?'' he said and you laughed. '' Well, just have sex. Maybe not as rough as it can be sometimes but the nurse told me if i feel good there's no reason we can't have sex. Nothing can happen to the baby'' you said and he smirked. '' Then i will be a little softer with you'' you smirked and kiss him. your hormones were raging. '' I'll think you have a good couple of months because my libido is higher than ever'' you said and he smiled. 'It was already quit high'' you smirked. 'How could it not be with such a handsome man as mine?'' Paul smiled. '' I missed this beautifull smile Babe, I missed you'' you said and Paul looked in your eyes. ''I missed you more''. He kissed you and you pulled him closer while kissing him harder. You felt yourself getting aroused and pulled Paul with you to the bedroom. In between kissing you took off your clothes. Paul did the same while laid you carefully on the bed. He crawled on top of you and he looked at your stomach. ''Am I not lying on the baby now?'' You laughed and you shook your head. ''Now we can still do it like this, but not anymore in a couple of weeks'' Paul nodded his head and kissed you. He licked your chest and sucked softly on your nipple. You pulled his head up while you looked at him. '' I need you now Paul'' you said and he smiled. He entered your carefully and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You moaned and buried your face in his neck. You had slow, soft sex and it was everything the both of you needed right now <3

[maybanksbabe]

https://www.tumblr.com/maybanksbabe/721743847139557376/rafe-is-so-protective-of-pregnantreader-and

Rafe holding the sleeping baby while he’s in a meeting and all the female employees feel so jealous of reader because he’s just so 🥵🥵🥵

Oh it for sure gets the hormones flowing around the office because goddamn does he look good with a baby in his arms and you're so lucky to have bagged him 😫👌🏻

[pinkpurplesunrises]

https://www.tumblr.com/pinkpurplesunrises/786684773843304448/alexia-putellas-x-pregnantreader-text-message?source=share

Hi, will you mind if I request more of this like the reader having a particular craving and Alexia is not able to fulfill it and the reader is crying and not talking to Alexia and Alexia has to call her teammates for help.

Thank you

I won't mind requests!!! I think I can do something with this!!! Just a bit different because I did see this a couple months ago I guess, so I will write it with my own style and bits! 🌺

[m00nchildthings]

hii, i’ve just come to pass my compliments to you, the chef of this beautiful fic:

https://www.tumblr.com/m00nchildthings/730129558652731392/alucard-x-pregnantreader

literally think about it once a week. i’m lying, it’s def more than that, but it’s so, so sweet<33 it is one of the most memorable/beautiful fics i’ve read. it’s so soft and human! thank you for not only capturing the art and essence of lust, but of love! please never stop writing :)

omg thank yooouuuuu!!!!! im really happy one of my little manic spiral fics for the blond barbie makes you so happy 💕