#Thanks pregnancy!

[skopostheorie]

why are you googling pregnancy tests and abortions. Are you doing research for a scrampire mpr

The most humbling thing that's ever happened to me is someone thinking it's more likely that I am writing Sesame Street MPreg than me having sex in real life.

[captaindwaekki]

Just spent the last 3 hours crying off and on because I’m hungry but couldn’t figure out what I wanted 😬

[rozenphox]

oh absolutely, anon ❤️

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: sim jaeyun x f! reader

warnings: werewolf! jake + knotting + biting + blood + dub / noncon + creampies + breeding + slight mention of impreg + dacryphilia

💌: haiiiii.. enjoy. BEWARE DUB / NONCON!!!!!!!!!! i love kinktober, unfortunately dont think i could ever participate but it’s october and i love wolves and jake and knotting

werewolf jake that tries so hard to keep his lycan side a secret from you. you’re so sweet, so fucking innocent and it drives him crazy; makes it harder to keep from fucking his knot into you as he pounds your tight cunt, harder to keep from sinking his teeth into your soft neck and claiming you.

but god, does he want to.

he constantly thinks about how you’d react if he exposed himself to you. would you be afraid of him? scream and cry as his thick knot swells inside of your tiny pussy? push him away when you see those long, dangerous canines inching closer to your vulnerable throat?

or would you pull him closer, wrap your legs around him as he rams your cervix with each thrust? maybe even tilt your head to the side and slide your hands into his hair, pressing his face into your neck so he can easily nip at you.

jake doesn’t know what he’d do if you began to fear him.. if you scrambled to run away before he had the chance to plug you with his knot. he doesn’t know if he’d be able to bring himself to stop fucking you.

it’s wrong and sick and he knows it, but he doesn’t seem to care when his instincts take over as he’s fucking you one night, his claws and canines itching to grow the closer he gets to cumming. there’s absolutely no way he can part from your tight hole that’s gripping him so tight he can barely pull out, so he doesn’t.

he all but growls when you clench around him, lost in pleasure and moaning when a particularly hard thrust has you squeezing your eyes shut and coating his cock in a ring of cream. it’s enough to send your boyfriend over the edge, his cock thickening up at the base before his mouth finds your tit and his teeth draw blood.

the pain brings you back to your senses and horror fills your mind when you see the furry ears on his head and the rivulets of blood staining his chin. you’d heard stories of werewolves but you’d never imagined jake, your sweet and kind jake was one.

you struggle and writhe beneath him but it’s no use; how can a human overpower an apex predator? it only works to anger him, a guttural growl making your eyes well up with tears and shake your head no, lost for words.

but he doesn’t seem to register your rejection.. or maybe he simply doesn’t care because he continues to abuse your sensitive cunt, using you for his pleasure, pinning you down with a single hand, and wiping your tears with a clawed finger.

he doesn’t stop, can’t stop, until youre properly bred: full of his thick, sticky cum and his knot keeps it deep inside, ensuring you’d carry his pups.

jake’s no longer in control of himself and it shows in the way he’s fucking you. each thrust is harder than the last and you swear his cock is going to split you in half, it hurts but a part of you likes it; you like being manhandled and used like his breeding bitch, the feeling of his tongue licking your sore chest and especially, the way his cock throbs and twitches inside of you.

all you can do is lie there and take what he chooses to give, cumming again when ropes of his warm cum paint your inner walls and the tip of his dick slides past your cervix, completely flooding your womb.

you’re so fucking full, his length deeper than ever and his knot stretches your hole, keeping jake from pulling out.

but it’s not enough for the wolfboy, his tail is.. wagging? as he humps into you, the push and pull of his hips making you whine.

you weren’t meant to take such a large cock but it doesn’t matter, he made it fit and he’ll continue to push your limits until he’s content.

[shhhsecretsideblog]

We were in a restaurant, purposely going there while you’re in labor (water already broke) because we wanted to do a public birth. We played along as you continue to labor.

Soon enough, you told me that you need to push. I was excited to see you give birth into that tight jeans of yours, but I say to you: “Don’t push… not yet.”

I’d done so well, keeping my labouring noises to a minimum, as we sat in a booth at a mediocre restaurant chain. When we arrived you waited politely for me to take a seat first then, instead of sitting opposite, you sit down next to me on the leather covered bench. No doubt wanting a front row view of what was to come.

The music played loudly over the speakers, accompanied by the excited chatter of patrons drinking and laughing on a casual night out, completely aware of our current situation. There was barely any room with us both sat on the same cushioned bench, my swollen pregnant body squished between the wall and your body.

As the contractions ramped up I began to rock forward and back, desperate to alleviate the pressure building in my hips as our baby’s head sunk deeper into the bowl of my pelvis. I clamped my mouth shut to muffle my involuntary groaning as the waves relentlessly crashed through my whole body. Your hands were soft and supportive, rubbing my aching back, squeezing my thigh or holding my hands. And yet, your body did not move from the seat, keeping me trapped in the corner of the bustling restaurant.

The waiters gave me concerned looks as I became more and more sweaty and dishevelled with every visit to our table, but your reassuring smile and friendly tone seemed to put a stop to the staff making any comments of my wellbeing.

I managed to last through the starters and main course, but as we ordered desserts I was starting to struggle. The heavy weight pressing down in my hips was getting more urgent, the skull of the baby’s head widening my cervix and squeezing through the birth canal. Even with the soft elastic of my maternity jeans, my belly felt tight and constricted. The pain of the contractions starting to make me nauseous.

The grunt that rattled my throat was uncontrollable as the latest cramp squeezed everything down.

“Nngh— I think I need to push…” I panted, gripping the edge of the wooden table, trying to breathe through the instinctive urge to bear down.

“Don’t push… not yet.” You grumbled against the shell of my ear, holding one hand possessively on the top curve of my contracting belly.

The waiter came over with our desserts but I could barely look up, solely focussed on not giving into the pressure. You took the plates with our desserts, ordered another beer, and rubbed my back in a casual affectionate way.

I whimpered against the raging spasms rippling my belly. I needed to move, my legs needed to be wider, the baby was coming down… coming out. The noise of the restaurant faded into the background as my grunting occupied my senses. Another contraction contorted my belly, shifting and squeezing everything inside. Oh fuck, I couldn’t last much longer—

“I can’t h-hold it… I have to push…. Mnghhhh!!”

Before you could react I was bearing down against the weight in my womb, giving in to instincts and the primal urge to birth.

“No!” You snapped, quickly moving your hand from your beer to between my open legs under the table. Your palm covered the crotch of my jeans and it was clear from the look in your eyes that the hand was going to stay for a while. “Okay… you’ve done so well sweetheart. You can push now if you want.”

I knew it was futile, I knew your immovable hand was blocking its exit, but I couldn’t stop myself from bearing down, pushing against the large mass of the baby sitting just behind my lips.

“That’s it. Push for me darling.” You smirked, feeling the baby bulging in my jeans, knowing it wouldn’t get very far with your hand and my jeans in the way.

~ ko-fi ☕️ ~

[macfrog]

Just me up at 2am wondering how many times Joel replays that wedding hotel room night in his head 🤔

warnings: breeding kink, pregnancy, m masturbation, desperately horny joel word count: ~600 words

i think he thinks about that entire night and wonders what the fuck even happened there. the way the world tilted ever so slightly the moment he pulled open his front door and saw her on his porch – sunlight twinkling from her earrings, satin draped over her breasts in pale waves; the shameless flirting under the cover of rosé wine and beer, string bulbs and rainbow disco lights.

i mean, one minute he’s waving his newspaper at her like a grumpy old man, counting down the seconds until she’s skipping back over to her own fucking porch – the next he’s caging her against the bed in her hotel room, thinking if he doesn’t fuck her here n now, he might tear the entire place apart.

between the wedding and three weeks later? yeah, he might think about it – just a little.

might think about her dress, the shape of her body beneath it. the way it fell from her hips – just slipped down over her curves and pooled at her feet like venus emerging from the ocean. might think about her naked body: how, until that night, he’d only ever wondered about it – stealing sideways glances over the fence at her little shorts and tight vest tops. but now…now, he knows what she looks like. he’s seen her undress for him.

and i bet he thinks about her soft gasp when he first pushed inside, after she finally caught her breath again; feeling the size of him inside her, how he knew she didn’t expect him to be so big and so fucking hard for her. how much he had to focus on not coming within five thrusts, she was so fucking tight.

bet he thinks about it in the shower, one hand against the tiled wall, the other jacking himself furiously. mouthing the words he whispered in her ear as their bodies rocked together: how good she is for him, how pretty she looks all full of his cock. bet he still hears the echo of her moans, the sweet little laughs lilting from her lips.

and when he finds out she’s pregnant? shit.

when he’s watching the evidence of what they did grow right before his eyes? her body blooming: stomach swelling, breasts growing, her cheeks plumping and her skin glowing? knows that he’s the one who changed her forever? knows that it’s his baby she’s growing?

sure. he probably thinks about that part a normal amount, too.

and i bet he thinks about how he shouldn’t be thinking about it. about her.

not when he’s sure she wouldn’t look at him ever again, if not for their parallel driveways and the parallel lines on that pregnancy test. not when he’s trying to act his fucking age, date someone actually appropriate for a forty-eight-year-old with backache and still two decades off retirement.

but it makes it worse – the fact he shouldn’t be doing it. shouldn’t be relieving the heavy weight between his legs in the morning with the memory of her lips closing around his fingers, playing on a reel behind his eyelids.

shouldn’t be staring into space while he’s driving, hearing her giggles once they’d finished; feeling her nails as she drew shapes on his sweat-sticky chest. shouldn’t be thinking about her wandering around with his baby inside of her; her body growing ‘n changing all ‘cause of what they did together.

he shouldn’t be. he shouldn’t he shouldn’t he shouldn’t but jesus, he is. you fucking know he is.

dear reader, joel has absolutely wrecked the tape, the number of times he’s replayed that night. the vhs player is smoking.

[merakiui]

AAAH i love your content so much...dang it i wonder how would Floyd react to preggo darling

If it’s android Floyd, he’s very protective of you! He always was, but now that he knows you’re carrying a baby he’s even more dedicated to keeping you safe. Jade is methodical in his approach, but Floyd has far more empathy than he needs. He’s more human than his twin counterpart. He baby-proofs the house based on what he feels is safe, whereas Jade does it based on the data he’s gathered. Either way, no danger will befall you with Floyd looking after you.

Androids shouldn’t have any programs that allow them to feel on the level of a human (or feel at all). Perhaps it’s a virus or a malfunction, but Floyd feels intensely and authentically. One particular emotion of his that you’ve noticed is embarrassment. Floyd actually gets flustered. You didn’t think it was possible, but when your libido is out of control, your tits are sore and full, and everything is just so miserable without Azul around you rely on Floyd for help. And he takes one look at you in your sheer maternity chemise and he blue-screens. It’s such a fascinating phenomenon.

When he fingers you gently and you breathe so softly, practically panting his name, he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do. He thinks and feels closer to a human than an android most days, but sex is an entirely new realm for both the human and android sides of him. You’re so…soft. It’s the only adjective that comes to mind. Logically and quite literally, you are very soft. You must be for the baby: soft and round, beautifully well-fed. If Azul wasn’t so keen to nag him, Floyd would feed you way more than what you need just to watch you happily stuff yourself. He likes seeing you happy and content, but too much can be bad. He needs to learn the limits of humans so he doesn’t overdo it.

Still, he knows this is overdoing it—sinking his synthetic cock into your gummy walls while his arms snake around your gravid middle, cradling the bump so lovingly. He does this because he wants to, not because it’s his duty to look after you. Maybe these sorts of things shouldn’t come with feelings, but Floyd watches romance on TV. He sees how close humans are in intimacy. How soft and warm it must be.

He can content himself with his role on the sidelines so long as he gets to be there for you whenever you need him. He’s always there, ready to serve you.

[gojoest]

pregnancy freak satoru holding your belly in his palms while he fucks you softly in missionary …………

[tyrianluda]

(thinking of making these tf2 shitpost edits): GET OUT OF MY HEAD-

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

[awkwardsonicphotos]

When are the twins due?

Sorry late to respond to this. They were supposed to be delivered this last Friday the 23rd. But they decided they wanted to arrive on Monday instead (the 19th) due to some complications with high amniotic fluid and reversing blood flow to Miles.

So they are exactly one week old today! Both are still in the NICU but are doing well!

[alienbabydraws]

You Know What (A Homestuck Rarepair Fancomic)

(Update every Tues & Sat)

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[keri-mcberry]

Heya I were wondering

Lyla love flying and quidditch?

What is her role in quidditch? Seeker? Beater ? Guardian or keepers?

Yes, Lyla fell in love with flying the moment she got on a broom! In her Sixth Year, she joined the Hufflepuff Quidditch team as the Seeker! ✨ I like to think the Quidditch captains would be scrambling over themselves to recruit the MC, especially hearing rumors of them beating Imelda at her own flying courses.

@theinstagameremily Oooh, this was a good question, and it took me a while to decide! But I think Lyla and Imelda would be cute together 🥰 I love how Imelda is initially rude and arrogant towards the MC but slowly grows to respect them and open up more to them as their relationship progresses. Plus, I’m a sucker for Slytherpuff relationships if that wasn’t obvious already 🤭💚💛

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Apple Seed 3: Ew....

Vaggie: (holding Charlie's hair and rubbing her back) How are you doing, hun?

Charlie: (panting) I'm good! I'm- HRK!!! (throws herself back into the toilet bowl and pukes)

Vaggie: (sad smile) Sit tight, babe. I'll be right back with some cool water and crackers for when you're done.

Charlie: (head still in the toilet, holds a thumbs up. Once the sound of footsteps fade, she flops against the wall in a seated position with a groan) No one told me this would be so gross...

*Sniff!* *Sniff* *Sniff!*

Charlie: What's that smell? (Sniffs the air like a dog and starts drooling) It smells so good~ (Follows the scent through the hotel to Alastor's room) Oh, no....

*Sniff!* *Sniff!* *Sniff!* *Droooooool*

Charlie: (whines and gently knocks on the door)

Alastor: Come in!

Charlie: (Opens the door and goes green at the sight of a dead, semi-rotted deer on Alastor's table) Oh, noooooooohohohohooo.......

Alastor: (stops cutting a chunk) Charlie, dear, what a surprise! How might I be of service? Is there a chance it could wait until I finish my lunch?

Charlie: (horrified by the dead animal and how the sight makes her stomach rumble, falls to her knees in dismay) NOooooOOoOoOooo!!!!

Alastor: (sighs) Very well. What is so important that it requires my immediate attention?

Charlie: THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M UPSET ABOUT!!!!

Alastor: Oh..... *DING!!!* Oh! Silly me. Would you like a piece?

Charlie: (watches in horrified starvation as a blob of rotted blood drips from the buck's mouth and plops onto the hardwood floor) Don't do it, Charlie. Don't do it, Charlie. Don't do it, Charlie. Don't do it, Charlie.

Vaggie: (walking the hotel halls with a glass of water and bag of saltines in hand) Charlie? Babe? Where did you go? (Sees Alastor's door open and bristles) MOTHER FUCKER!!!! (kicks the door in with her spear drawn) ALASTOR!!! What do you think you're.... do-.....-ing.....

Charlie: (sitting on a chair in the corner and chowing down on a whole hindquarter of the deer, shaking her head as she shreds the flesh with her teeth and growling like a puppy)

Vaggie: Hooooooo-oh (covers her mouth as a sour taste spreads across her tongue and her face pales)

Alastor: (slightly taken aback by how Charlie ripped the deer leg clean off) ...........I do believe we found something she can stomach.

Charlie: (wailing as she swallows a whole chunk and goes in for another bite) Don't Look At Meeeeeeeee!!!!!

Bonus:

Charlie: (brushing her teeth furiously, causing toothpaste foam to spill all over her lips and chin) Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew!

Vaggie: (Stomach gurgling sickly as she stands in the doorway with dental floss and mouthwash in her hands) I'm just... happy we found something you can- *burp* (covers her mouth and swallows down bile) -can stomach...

Charlie: WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE THAT!!!! (spits and takes the floss from Vaggie before running it through her teeth like a chainsaw belt)

Vaggie: Babe, it's okay. (Watches as Charlie throws away bloodied floss and hands her the mouthwash) Rinse. Last step before I feel comfortable kissing you again.

Charlie: (drinks a cap of mouthwash before swishing another cap around I her mouth, trying to talk while gargling and getting liquid everywhere) No one told me pregnancy was going to be this gross!!!!

[shhhsecretsideblog]

We're in the hospital waiting room as your sister and labors with her first child. You shift uncomfortably in your chair, partly from the overdue child sitting stubbornly upon your hips and partly from the discomfort you get just from being in a hospital. You were staunchly against having our own baby in such a place, but being here for your sister in spirit was on the shortlist of exceptions.

"I need to go to the bathroom...I'll-I'll be back," You struggle to push out of the chair and rushed away to the bathroom.

I nod affirmatively and lean back in my own chair.

One minute turns into five then into 10...then fifteen. Even as heavy and pregnant as you are, you never took this long.

I look down at the chair and catch a dark, now damp splotch staining the ugly fabric of the chair.

Shit.

“Honey…? Are you in here?” Your nervous voice echos the tiled room as you cautiously peak your head into the ladies bathroom.

It was late, the hospital quiet and empty, the only sound was a deep gravelled moan coming from a single occupied stall. Me.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? Unlock the door for me.” You said with a false calmness, as if trying to reassure an injured animal.

“No….. no- no- no— hooooo-hooooo…” sitting on the toilet, dress bunched up beneath my breasts and knickers round my ankles, I held tight to my spasming pregnant belly and tried to pant through the overwhelming pressure in my pelvis. “Oh god!” I cried out when the wave peaked.

“Kelsey! Open the door, honey.” Your fists bumped against the stall and rattled the hinges.

Somehow, with tears in my eyes, I pulled myself to standing and leaned forward. Unlocking the door I promptly collapsed back down on the toilet, returning to the only position that didn’t make me want to scream. You were by my side in an instant, cupping my face and looking deep into my eyes.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay.” You whispered, kissing my forehead.

“No— I don’t want to have my b-baby here…” my breath hitched as I tried to hold back the tears, emotions crashing through me at the sight of you.

“Oh I know you wanted a home birth darling, but we’re in a hospital, everything will be fine. And our baby will have the same birthday as their cousin, how cool is that?” You smiled and rubbed my taut belly that was spread over my widened thighs. “I’ll just get a nurse or something, hang on sweetie.”

I grasped your hand before you could leave, gripping your wrist tight, fingernails pressing into your skin. “Don’t— don’t leave me—” I begged.

“But I need to go get someone, honey.”

“You don’t understand… hooooo…. I need— oh god I need to push!” Still holding fast to your hand, my chin lowered to my chest as my body bore down with the next contraction.

“Fuck. Oh Kelsey, no. Don’t push.” You spluttered but I was lost to the urgency of birth.

Gasping for air, I held my breath once more and pushed hard against the bowling ball sitting at the apex of my thighs. The baby’s head was bulging, splitting me open, and I had no control. I had to push…. I just had to.

“Oh— god. It’s coming outttttt!!!” I grunted, deep and primal, tilting my hips and lifting my feet off the floor. “H-help… m-me…”

• ko-fi ☕️ •

[mod2amaryllis]

struggling by myself to find any clothes that fit over my oobies and one of the clerks threw some pants into my dressing room saying "these were great when i was pregnant" i love women 😫

[enemiestolovershoe]

Double the Joy

Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N and Chris, discover they’re expecting a baby. With the support of Nick and Matt, they face the joys and challenges of pregnancy as they prepare for their new life together.

Words: 8.4k

Warnings: Pregnancy, crying, not proofread

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You and Chris had always been inseparable. Born just one day apart in the same hospital, your moms shared a recovery room, and you’d been told countless times how they joked about the four of you being best friends for life. The bond formed between you and the Sturniolo triplets had been unshakable from day one. You grew up together, went to school together and when high school came, the teasing began.

“Come on, it’s so obvious,” Matt would say, side-eyeing the two of you with a smirk whenever you and Chris would hang out, which was often.

Nick, always dramatic, would stretch his arms wide and proclaim, “Soulmates! They’re soulmates, just admit it!”

At first, it was just jokes. Everyone knew the four of you were close. But then, somewhere in the mess of high school, it changed. The teasing stopped being jokes and started feeling like foreshadowing. One night, the two of you were sitting in his car, talking about everything and nothing, when he said: “I don’t want just to be your friend anymore.”

You’d been dating ever since.

Now, you were both twenty, only a week away from turning twenty-one, and life was good. More than good, actually. The triplets’ YouTube career was taking off in ways none of you had expected. You were thriving in your own ways too, doing some work behind the scenes with their content, but also carving out your own path. Everything was moving forward at the speed of light, and the future seemed so, so bright.

Until one afternoon. You stood in your bathroom, staring at the pregnancy test in your hand, everything in your world crashing to a sudden, terrifying halt.

You swallowed hard, your heart thundering in your chest. It was Positive. The two pink lines were unmistakable. There was no misreading it. Your hand trembled as you set the test on the bathroom counter, your mind spinning out of control. This wasn’t part of the plan. None of this was part of the plan.

You weren’t ready for this — for a baby. You were twenty, for God’s sake. You and Chris were both on the verge of hitting your stride in life, finally coming into yourselves and your careers. The thought of a baby, now, in the middle of all of it… It terrified you. What if this will ruin everything? What if Chris… What if he will leave you?

That thought settled in your chest like a weight, making it hard to breathe. You could almost hear the words, echoing in your mind.

“I can’t do this, Y/N.”

You sat down on the cold bathroom floor, curling your knees to your chest. The fear was choking you, making it impossible to think straight.

Suddenly, you felt a rush of overwhelming emotion — fear, panic, guilt. It all crashed over you in waves, and you grabbed your phone with shaking hands. There was only one person you could call right now. Nick.

You didn’t have a girl best friend, not like most girls your age did. You’d always gravitated toward the guys — Matt, Chris, and Nick.

But with Nick, there was something different. A deeper connection. You both understood each other in a way that no one else could, and Nick had always been there when you needed him the most.

You scrolled through your contacts, finding his name and hitting the call button before you could second-guess yourself.

“Hey Girl, what’s up?” Nick’s voice came through the phone almost immediately, light and teasing like usual.

“I’m pregnant.”

The words were out before you could stop them. You hadn’t even said hello. It just slipped out, raw and unfiltered, your voice shaky and full of panic.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, you thought maybe the call had dropped. But then you heard Nick breathe, a sharp inhale.

“What the fuck did you just say?” His voice cracked in disbelief.

“I’m pregnant, Nick,” you whispered, and just saying it out loud again made your stomach drop. You didn’t even realize you were crying until the tears started falling onto your lap.

“I’m on my way,” he said, voice serious now, all playfulness gone. “Stay where you are. I’m coming down.”

You, Chris, Matt, Nick, and You all live in the same apartment complex, with Nick and Matt living two stories above you and Chris.

Not even five minutes later, Nick was at your door, his knuckles rapping against the wood before you’d even gotten up from your spot on the floor. You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, trying to pull yourself together enough to open the door.

When you swung it open, Nick stood there, his wide brown eyes full of concern and a little bit of shock. He looked at you for a split second, and then, without a word, pushed his way inside.

“Bitch, you’re what?”

His voice was louder than you expected, and that’s all it took. You broke. Right there in the middle of your living room, you collapsed onto the couch, your face buried in your hands as sobs shook through you.

Nick was by your side in an instant, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. His voice softened, his hand running gently over your back. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”

“I’m so scared, Nick,” you whispered, barely able to speak through the tears. “What if Chris… What if he leaves? I can’t—”

“Chris is not going to leave you,” Nick said firmly, his voice steady. “You hear me? He’s not. You two are meant for each other. He loves you. He’s gonna freak out a little, sure, but he’s not going anywhere.”

You leaned into him, your head resting against his shoulder. The panic was still there, swirling in your chest, but Nick’s calm presence was like an anchor, keeping you grounded when you felt like you were drowning.

“I don’t know what to do,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Nick pulled back slightly, just enough so that he could look you in the eyes. “First of all, you’re not alone in this. You’ve got me, Matt, and Chris. We’ll figure this out together, okay? You’re not gonna do this by yourself.”

You nodded, but the tears kept coming. You couldn’t shake the fear — the overwhelming dread that this was going to change everything. That you were going to lose everything.

Nick pulled you into another hug, tighter this time, and you let yourself melt into it. For a moment, you felt safe. But then you heard the sound of keys jingling in the hallway, followed by the front door creaking open.

Your heart stopped.

It was Chris.

“Hey, babe, I—”

Chris’s voice trailed off as soon as he stepped inside and saw Nick sitting on the couch with you, his arm still around your shoulders. His brow furrowed in confusion, and he shifted awkwardly by the door, clearly not expecting to walk into this scene.

“Uh, Nick? What’s going on?” Chris asked, glancing between the two of you, his voice laced with concern. “Why are you here? Is everything okay?”

You couldn’t speak. Your throat felt tight, and your hands were shaking again. This was it. This was the moment. You could feel the panic rising inside you all over again, but before you could say anything, Nick stood up, moving away from you to give you space.

“Chris, you might wanna sit down for this,” Nick said, crossing his arms and nodding toward the chair across from the couch.

Chris’s eyes darted from Nick to you, clearly confused, but he did as Nick suggested, sinking into the chair. “Okay… Can someone tell me what’s going on?”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest as Chris’s eyes locked onto yours. You could feel your hands trembling again, and you pressed them into your lap to try and steady yourself. But the words wouldn’t come. You couldn’t do it.

Nick glanced at you, then back at Chris, sensing that you were too overwhelmed to speak. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a breath.

“Chris,” Nick started, his voice gentle but firm, “Y/N’s pregnant.”

Chris stared at Nick like he’d misheard, his mouth slightly open. “She’s what?” His voice was strained, his gaze flicking from Nick back to you, as if he needed confirmation from you to believe it. “Y/N… is that true?”

You couldn’t speak. Your throat felt like it was closing up, and your chest was so tight you could barely breathe. All you could do was nod, barely, as the tears started falling again, silent at first, but soon turning into deep, shaky sobs.

Chris’s expression changed in an instant. He looked stricken, panicked even, but not in the way you had imagined he would be. You’d thought he might be angry or disappointed, but all you saw on his face was concern — deep, raw concern for you.

“Please,” you managed to choke out through your sobs, “Please don’t leave me.”

Chris didn’t hesitate. He was across the room in a second, kneeling in front of you on the couch, his hands finding your shoulders as he looked directly into your eyes. His face was full of emotion — shock, yes, but also something else. Love. Pure, unwavering love.

“I would never leave you,” he whispered, his voice cracking just a little as he pulled you into his arms. You fell into his embrace, burying your face into his chest as the sobs took over again. “I swear, Y/N, I would never leave you.”

His arms were wrapped tightly around you, holding you as if he was afraid you might slip away. You hadn’t realized just how scared you were until you said those words aloud — the thought of him leaving you, of being alone in this, had consumed you.

“We got this. Together. Okay?” Chris whispered into your hair, his hand running gently up and down your back in soothing strokes. “I love you. You know that, right? Nothing’s going to change that. Not this. Not anything.”

Nick stood behind the couch now, leaning over slightly, his hand brushing softly over the top of your head in comfort. “He’s right, Y/N. We’re all in this together. You’re not alone in this. You never will be.”

You pulled back just enough to look up at Chris, your eyes puffy from crying, your breath still shaky. “But… but what about everything? Your career, the triplets… we’re just starting to—”

“Stop,” Chris interrupted, shaking his head firmly, his hands cupping your face. “None of that matters right now. The career, the videos, whatever-. The YouTube channel already is a family channel so why not add another member? — we can figure all that out later. This is what matters. You. Us. Our future.”

His thumb gently brushed away a stray tear from your cheek, his eyes soft as he looked at you. “We’ve been through so much already, Y/N. We’ve got this. You and me.”

You sniffled, trying to pull yourself together, but the tears kept coming. “I’m just so scared, Chris,” you admitted in a whisper, your voice breaking again. “I didn’t plan for this. I wasn’t ready for this. What if I’m not ready to be a mom?”

Chris’s face softened even more, and he leaned in to press his forehead against yours, his voice gentle and full of reassurance. “No one’s ever really ready, Y/N. But I know one thing for sure — you’re going to be an amazing mom. I know you. You care so much, about everyone. This baby is lucky to have you.”

His words hit you deep, and you closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the warmth of his embrace. Slowly, the panic that had been swirling in your chest began to subside, replaced by a strange sense of calm. It wasn’t that the fear had disappeared — you were still scared, still overwhelmed — but with Chris here, with his arms around you and his voice steady in your ear, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you could handle this.

Nick was still standing behind the couch, watching the two of you with a small, supportive smile on his face. “And you’ve got the best support system, too,” he added, his voice light but sincere. “Me, Matt, our moms and dads, everyone. You’re not doing this alone.”

You smiled weakly at Nick, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. He’d always been good at that, knowing just when to throw in a bit of humor to keep things from getting too heavy. You were lucky to have him.

A few minutes passed in a sort of comfortable silence. Chris kept his arms around you, his fingers running through your hair, and Nick stayed nearby, still being his steady, comforting self. It was the first time since you found out that you felt like you could actually breathe. Like the weight on your chest wasn’t so suffocating anymore.

But then, just as you were starting to settle into this fragile peace, there was a knock at the door.

All three of you froze. For a second, no one moved, and then you remembered. Saturday. Weekly movie night.

“Oh God,” you whispered, your eyes wide as you realized who it had to be. “Matt.”

Chris stood up quickly, running a hand through his hair. “I forgot about movie night,” he muttered, glancing back at you with a mixture of nerves and amusement.

Nick, always the one with a quick comeback, smirked. “Well, guess we better tell him before he starts freaking out about why we’re all sitting here like we’ve seen a ghost.”

You managed a small, shaky laugh, wiping your eyes again as Chris walked to the door. He opened it to reveal Matt standing there, holding a bag of popcorn and a couple of DVDs like he did every week. His face lit up when he saw Chris.

“Hey, man!” Matt greeted with his usual energy, then stopped short when he saw Nick and you sitting on the couch. His expression changed instantly, concern replacing the smile on his face. “Uh, what’s going on? Why does everyone look like they’ve been crying?”

Chris stepped aside, motioning for Matt to come in. “There’s, um… something we need to tell you.”

Matt’s eyebrows shot up, and he closed the door behind him, setting the popcorn and movies on the table before crossing his arms. “Alright… I’m listening. What’s going on?”

Chris hesitated for a second, glancing back at you. You gave him a small nod, signaling that it was okay. He could tell Matt. You trusted him — you trusted all of them.

Chris took a deep breath, then turned back to Matt. “Y/N’s pregnant.”

Matt’s eyes went wide, his mouth dropping open as he stared between the two of you. For a second, you thought he was going to freak out, maybe even panic like you had. But instead, a slow grin spread across his face, and before you could even process it, he was laughing.

“Oh my God, are you serious?” Matt’s voice was filled with excitement, not an ounce of fear or hesitation in it. “Holy shit, I’m gonna be an uncle! Uncle Matt!”

You blinked, caught off guard by his reaction. “Wait… you’re not freaked out?”

“Freaked out? No way!” Matt exclaimed, still grinning like a madman. He rushed over to the couch, practically bouncing on his feet. “This is awesome! I’m so freaking excited! When did you find out? Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

His energy was infectious, and before long, you found yourself smiling despite the whirlwind of emotions still running through you. Leave it to Matt to turn something as life-altering as an unexpected pregnancy into something to celebrate.

“I found out earlier today,” you admitted, feeling a little sheepish. “I’ve just been… processing.”

“Yeah, she’s been freaking out,” Nick added, though his voice was soft and teasing now. “But Chris and I have been doing a pretty good job at calming her down.”

Matt’s eyes softened as he looked at you, and he crouched down in front of the couch, his tone suddenly more serious but still full of warmth. “Hey, it’s okay to be scared. This is huge. But you’re not in this alone, Y/N. We’re all here for you, and we’re gonna support you every step of the way.”

Chris, who had been standing nearby, came to sit beside you again, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “He’s right. We’ve got this. All of us.”

The room fell into a comfortable silence, with all three of them gathered around you — Chris by your side, Nick still standing behind the couch, and Matt crouched in front of you. "Now let's start that movie night yeah?"

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Twelve Weeks Pregnant

Twelve weeks. You were twelve weeks pregnant, and in just a few hours, you were about to see your baby for the first time — well, on a screen at least. It still felt surreal. The morning sickness had eased up, and you’d started feeling a little more like yourself again, but the idea of becoming a mom? That still seemed like a far-off dream, even as your body began to change.

Chris had been incredible through it all, doting on you in ways that made your heart swell. And Matt and Nick? Well, they’d been as involved as ever — particularly Nick, who had turned into your personal pregnancy guru, constantly asking questions and googling every little symptom.

That’s how today happened.

It was supposed to be just you and Chris at the ultrasound, but when Matt and Nick got wind of it, they practically begged to come along.

“Please!” Nick had pleaded over the phone just yesterday. “I need to be there for my future niece or nephew’s first portrait. You can’t deprive me of this moment.”

“I mean, I can come too, right?” Matt chimed in, although much less dramatic than Nick.

You couldn’t say no. These boys were as much a part of this journey as you and Chris were. And truthfully, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Now, the four of you sat in the waiting room of the OB-GYN’s office, surrounded by pastel walls, a few outdated magazines on a nearby table, and the low hum of conversation from other patients. You were starting to get nervous. The usual thoughts ran through your mind — what if something was wrong? What if the baby wasn’t okay?

But before you could let your mind spiral too far, Nick leaned over and gently bumped his shoulder against yours, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Okay, real talk. If this baby doesn’t look like a cute little potato on that screen, I’m gonna be disappointed.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, grateful for his attempt to lighten the mood. “Nick, it’s a twelve-week-old fetus. It’s not going to look like a baby yet. More like… a bean, I think.”

“A bean?” Matt perked up from the chair beside Nick. “We’re having a bean?”

Chris chuckled from the seat on your other side, reaching over to take your hand. “You really think you can tell what the baby looks like at this stage? It’s mostly gonna be shapes and shadows.”

Nick shook his head dramatically, crossing his arms. “Excuse me, I have high expectations for this child already. And if it doesn’t look like a perfectly round little potato, I’ll demand a refund.”

You burst out laughing, the anxiety that had been building inside you finally easing as the three of them bantered around you.

Matt raised an eyebrow, looking at Nick. “A refund? Nick, this isn’t Amazon.”

“No, but it’s 2024,” Nick shot back. “I’m sure there’s a customer service department somewhere for fetuses that don’t meet our aesthetic standards.”

Chris rolled his eyes, though a fond smile was playing at his lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously supportive, thank you very much.” Nick grinned, then leaned closer to you again, lowering his voice a little. “But seriously, how are you feeling? Nervous?”

You nodded, appreciating the sincerity in his voice now. “Yeah, a little. I just want everything to be okay, you know?”

Nick placed a hand on your arm, squeezing gently. “It will be. You’re in good hands. Plus, you’ve got the three of us here, so if anything feels off, we’ll riot. Doctors included.”

That earned another laugh from you, but his reassurance worked. You leaned your head on Chris’s shoulder, squeezing his hand as you took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the moment settle in around you.

“Y/N L/N?”

A nurse called your name from the hallway, and the four of you stood up together, an odd little unit of excitement and nerves. You made your way into the back, following the nurse into the ultrasound room.

As soon as you stepped inside, you were struck by the odd sense of calm that came with the sterile smell, the soft lighting, and the hum of machines. There was a cushioned bed in the center of the room, and the ultrasound machine sat beside it, the screen dark for now.

Chris helped you onto the bed, sitting down in the chair beside you, while Matt and Nick found their place on the couch at the side of the room. Nick immediately made himself comfortable, crossing his legs and leaning back, while Matt sat forward, elbows on his knees, looking genuinely interested in what was about to happen.

“So, do we get 3D glasses for this part, or…?” Nick asked, squinting at the ultrasound machine.

Matt rolled his eyes. “Dude, it’s not a 3D movie.”

“It’s not?” Nick frowned, leaning forward and pretending to inspect the equipment. “What kind of scam is this?”

The nurse laughed softly as she prepared the machine. “Sorry, no 3D glasses today, but you’ll get a good look at the baby.”

Nick let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, but I expect a detailed visual. I need to see this bean clearly.”

You grinned, lying back as the nurse spread the cold gel across your stomach. Chris held your hand, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin as you both watched the screen in front of you. This was it.

The nurse moved the probe over your belly, and after a few seconds, the screen flickered to life. The dark shapes began to move, forming into something that you couldn’t quite make out at first. You squinted at the screen, waiting.

And then, there it was. A tiny, fluttering shape.

“That,” the nurse said, smiling, “is your baby.”

Your breath caught in your throat as the image came into focus. You could barely believe it. That tiny shape on the screen — that was your baby. Chris squeezed your hand a little tighter, his eyes glued to the screen, his expression soft and full of awe.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, feeling a rush of emotion flood through you. This was real. This was really happening.

Matt sat up straighter, his eyes wide as he stared at the screen. “Whoa… that’s the baby?”

“That’s the baby,” the nurse confirmed, moving the probe slightly to get a better angle.

Nick’s eyes were glued to the screen too, his usual sarcastic comments nowhere to be found for once. “Holy shit, that’s… that’s the bean,” he said softly, his voice almost reverent.

And then, the sound hit. The rhythmic, steady thump of the baby’s heartbeat filled the room, and all four of you froze.

Chris’s breath hitched beside you, his eyes glistening as he listened to the heartbeat, his hand gripping yours even tighter. Matt blinked rapidly, clearly trying to keep his composure, but it was Nick who broke first.

You heard him sniffle from the couch, and when you turned to look at him, you saw the tears streaming down his face, his hand covering his mouth.

“Nick, are you crying?” Matt asked, though his voice was soft, no teasing in it this time.

“Shut up,” Nick muttered, wiping at his eyes. “It’s just— it’s really beautiful, okay? That’s my future niece or nephew in there. Let me have this moment.”

You couldn’t help but smile, your own eyes filling with tears as the sound of the heartbeat continued. Chris leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his voice full of awe. “That’s our baby.”

But then the nurse’s brow furrowed slightly, and she moved the probe again, a curious look crossing her face. “Hold on just a second…”

The room fell silent again as she adjusted the screen, and after a few tense moments, she smiled, looking back at you and Chris.

“Well,” she began, “it looks like there’s more than one heartbeat.”

Your heart stopped. “What?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

The nurse smiled wider, pointing at the screen. “Looks like you’re having twins.”

There was a collective gasp from everyone in the room. Chris’s eyes went wide, his mouth falling open as he stared at the screen. “Twins? Like… two babies?”

You could barely process the words. Twins. Two babies. You were going to have twins.

Matt broke the stunned silence, letting out a loud, disbelieving laugh. “No freaking way! We’re getting two beans?!”

Nick, still wiping at his eyes, blinked in shock. “Holy shit… double the babies, double the chaos. I didn’t sign up for this.”

You couldn’t speak. The tears were flowing freely now as you stared at the screen, watching as the nurse pointed out the two distinct shapes.

Chris turned to you, his eyes shining with emotion. He let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Y/N… we’re having twins.”

All you could do was nod, too overwhelmed to speak, but the smile on your face said everything. Chris pulled you into a gentle hug, his hand resting protectively on your stomach as he whispered into your ear, “We’ve got this. No matter what, we’ve got this.”

Nick, ever the dramatic one, let out an exaggerated sigh, though his voice was thick with emotion. “I mean… I guess I’ll be the best gay uncle to those two beans. This is gonna be chaos. But like… the best kind of chaos.”

Matt stood up from the couch, pacing a little as he ran a hand through his hair. “Twins! I can’t believe this! I get to be Uncle Matt twice over. This is the best day ever.”

The room was filled with laughter, tears, and disbelief, but one thing was clear: this unexpected twist — two babies instead of one — had only brought you all closer. This was your family, and together, you could handle anything.

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21 weeks pregnant

At 21 weeks pregnant, you felt more connected to the babies with every passing day. Their kicks and wiggles were becoming a part of your daily life, and with every movement, the reality of being a mom grew more tangible. Today was extra special though—it was the day you’d finally find out the genders of your twins.

Earlier that morning, after your ultrasound appointment, you’d asked the nurse to write the genders down and seal them in an envelope. Rather than finding out right there in the clinic, you wanted to do something fun and intimate with the people you cared about most: Chris, Matt, and Nick.

You’d taken the envelope to the local bakery, explaining your plan for a gender reveal cake. The baker had been thrilled, and after giving a few details, you left the shop with a promise that the cake would be ready by the afternoon. Now, back at home, you and the boys were waiting anxiously for the call to come pick it up.

Nick, as usual, had been the most animated one, buzzing with excitement since morning. “Okay, I’m betting two boys. You can’t convince me otherwise,” he declared, pacing back and forth in the living room.

Matt, sitting on the couch beside Chris, raised an eyebrow. “Why two boys?”

Nick paused dramatically, his hand on his chin. “Because I just feel it. I have a gift, Matthew. A gift.”

Chris snorted, shaking his head. “I thought you said last week it was two girls.”

Nick waved him off. “Yeah, well, I changed my mind. It’s a boy vibe today.”

You grinned at their banter, the nervous energy you’d been feeling starting to melt away. It felt good to have them here with you, filling the space with laughter and excitement instead of the worry that had been creeping in.

Finally, around 3 p.m., your phone buzzed, and the bakery let you know the cake was ready for pick-up. “Alright, let’s do this!” Chris announced, grabbing his keys while Nick let out an exaggerated cheer.

The four of you headed out to pick up the cake, excitement bubbling in the car as Nick rattled off his many theories about what the genders could be. Matt rolled his eyes at his brother, but there was a fondness in his voice when he spoke. “You’ve changed your mind about five times this week, Nick. Let’s just wait for the cake.”

The bakery handed over the box with a smile, and as you made your way to a grassy field you’d found a few months back behind your apartment complex, your stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation. The day was perfect—clear skies, a warm breeze, and the quiet of the open space made it feel like the right spot for this moment.

You set up the blanket and placed the cake box in the middle. The cake itself was simple but beautiful, frosted in white with a question mark piped in blue and pink icing on top. Inside would be the answer to whether you were having boys, girls, or one of each.

Nick was practically vibrating with excitement. “Alright, let’s do this before I explode!”

You chuckled as you handed out four glasses, each one acting as your cake-cutting tool. You explained your plan: you’d all stick the glasses into the cake at the same time, and when you lifted them, the inside of the cake would reveal the colors. It was a fun twist on the usual knife-cutting, something a little different, and everyone seemed on board with the idea.

“All right, everyone ready?” Chris asked, holding his glass above the cake.

Nick, ever the dramatic one, held his glass in the air as though giving a toast. “To our soon-to-be-revealed nieces and nephews, or whatever glorious combination fate has chosen. May they be as fabulous as their Uncle Nick.”

Matt snorted, shaking his head. “Okay, let’s just cut the cake.”

“Alright, here we go. One… two… three!” you counted down, and all four of you plunged your glasses into the cake.

The moment you pulled them out, the colors were revealed: one side of the cake was blue, and the other was pink.

A boy and a girl.

Chris let out a breathless laugh, pulling you into his arms immediately. “Oh my God, we’re having a boy and a girl,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and joy. “A son and a daughter.”

You smiled, tears welling in your eyes as you took in the sight of the cake. “I can’t believe it,” you whispered, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. “One of each…”

Nick, who had been quiet for a rare moment, suddenly let out an excited squeal. “A boy AND a girl?! This is perfect! Oh my God, I’m going to have the best of both worlds.” He wiped at his eyes quickly, though the tears were already falling. “I’m going to teach my niece how to be a queen and my nephew how to be the most fashionable little dude out there.”

Matt was grinning from ear to ear, clearly thrilled. “Holy shit, this is amazing. I’m going to be Uncle Matt to a niece and a nephew? This is going to be the best!”

You couldn’t stop smiling, the joy and love in the air so thick you could almost feel it. Chris kissed the top of your head, holding you close as the reality of it all sank in. “We’re having a boy and a girl,” he whispered again, almost as if saying it out loud would make it sink in even more.

Nick, wiping away the last of his happy tears, looked over at you and grinned. “This is unreal. This is next-level amazing.”

You chuckled softly, glancing over at him. “Nick, do you remember the 12-week scan? When you asked about the 3D glasses?”

Nick blinked, then broke into a laugh. “Oh God, yeah. What about it?”

“Well,” you began with a grin, “I’m going to have a 3D ultrasound scheduled in two weeks. If you want to join, you’re more than welcome. You too, Matt.”

Nick gasped, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. “Are you kidding me? Of course, I’m coming! You couldn’t keep me away if you tried.”

Matt chuckled, nodding his agreement. “Yeah, count me in. I want to see those little beans in 3D.”

The four of you sat there, laughing, crying, and celebrating in the soft afternoon light. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect moment—surrounded by the people you loved most, the future suddenly felt brighter than ever. You were going to have a son and a daughter, and with Chris, Matt, and Nick by your side, you knew that this journey would be filled with love, laughter, and plenty of unforgettable memories.

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23 weeks pregnant

At 23 weeks, the excitement for the 3D ultrasound had been building for days. You, Chris, Matt, and Nick had been talking about it nonstop—especially Nick, who was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. It was hard to believe that you were already more than halfway through your pregnancy. The little flutters and kicks from your twins were now a daily reminder of the life growing inside you, and today, you’d finally get to see them in a whole new way.

The four of you piled into the car that morning, with Nick riding shotgun and giving directions even though Matt knew the way perfectly well. Chris sat beside you in the backseat, nudging you every now and then as he peppered you with questions. “Do you think they’ll look like you or me?” he asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

You laughed softly. “I don’t know. I’m kind of hoping for a mix, you know? One might have your nose, the other my eyes. Or the other way around.”

Nick spun around in his seat to join the conversation. “Oh, please, I’m manifesting that they’ll get your eyes, Y/N. You’ve got those big, doe eyes, and it’ll be adorable on a little baby.”

Matt chuckled, glancing at you both through the rearview mirror.

The drive to the doctor’s office didn’t take long, but it felt like forever with the excitement buzzing between you all.

When you arrived, the nurse greeted you with a smile and led you into the ultrasound room. The equipment looked a little more high-tech than the usual scans you’d had so far, and the anticipation doubled as you settled down onto the bed. Chris, as always, was by your side, holding your hand as Matt and Nick took their seats on the couch near the monitor.

Nick’s knee bounced with nervous energy, and he kept shooting quick glances between you and the screen. “I’m not gonna lie, I might lose it when I see them. Like, it’s been cool seeing the regular scans, but this is gonna be next level.”

The nurse smiled at his enthusiasm. “Oh, it’s definitely a special moment. You’ll get to see a lot more detail today.”

You pulled your shirt up to expose your growing belly, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as the nurse applied the gel to your skin. It was cool at first, but you barely noticed, too focused on what was about to happen. Chris squeezed your hand, offering a reassuring smile. “Ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied, your voice a little shaky but filled with excitement.

The nurse moved the ultrasound wand over your belly, and within moments, the familiar grainy image of your babies appeared on the screen. But this time, it wasn’t just black and white outlines—it was so much more detailed. The 3D imaging brought the shapes and contours of your twins to life, and as the first clear shot came into view, everyone in the room fell silent.

And then, Nick broke the silence. “This is fucking crazy,” he whispered, his voice full of awe. “Look at them! They’re like… little humans! Holy shit.”

Matt leaned forward on the couch, his eyes glued to the screen. “Dude, you can see their faces,” he said, his voice full of wonder. “Like, really see them.”

The nurse pointed to the screen, smiling as she explained what you were all looking at. “That’s your little boy there, on the left. You can see his profile really well—his nose, his mouth, even his little hands curled up near his face.”

You stared at the screen in awe, tears welling up in your eyes. Your son was right there, his tiny face so clear. You could see the shape of his nose, and the curve of his lips. He looked peaceful, floating in the womb, with one hand resting near his cheek as if he were already deep in thought.

“Oh my God,” you breathed, unable to tear your eyes away from the image. “That’s him. That’s our baby boy.”

Chris was silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the screen. Then he let out a soft laugh, his voice thick with emotion. “He looks perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

The nurse adjusted the wand slightly, and the image shifted to reveal your baby girl. She was nestled against her brother, her tiny legs curled up beneath her, and you could see her little face just as clearly.

“And there’s your daughter,” the nurse said gently. “She’s a little more active—looks like she’s moving around a bit more than her brother.”

Sure enough, as you watched, your daughter wiggled slightly, her hand brushing against her brother’s side. The movement made you gasp softly, overwhelmed by the sight of your two babies, so real and so close.

“She’s gonna be the wild one, I can feel it,” Nick said, wiping away a tear as he grinned at the screen. “Already squirming around. She’s definitely gonna keep you two on your toes.”

Matt leaned back, shaking his head in disbelief. “I still can’t get over this. You can see everything—their faces, their little hands. It’s insane.”

You couldn’t help but smile through your tears. “It’s amazing. I can’t believe how clear it is. I mean… I knew they were there, obviously, but this just makes it so much more real.”

Chris nodded, still staring at the screen, his voice soft with emotion. “I’ve never seen anything like this. They’re so… perfect.”

The nurse zoomed in a little, showing more detail of their faces, and the room fell quiet again as everyone took in the sight of your twins. You could see every tiny feature—how their noses were starting to take shape, the little bumps of their eyebrows, even the softness of their lips. It was a surreal, beautiful moment, and it felt like the whole world had shrunk down to just this room and the two little lives on the screen.

Nick, of course, couldn’t stay quiet for long. “Okay, not to be that person, but… am I the only one thinking they already look like little supermodels? Those cheekbones? That’s some top-tier DNA right there.”

Chris chuckled, shaking his head as he wiped his eyes. “Yeah, well, they’ve got their mom to thank for that.”

You nudged him playfully, still overwhelmed with emotion. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”

Matt, leaning back on the couch, let out a deep breath. “Man, this is wild. I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited about something in my life. Uncle Matt’s got a lot of spoiling to do.”

Nick shot him a look. “Oh please, you can try to outdo Uncle Nick, but good luck with that. I’m already planning the outfits, the toys, the whole thing.”

The banter between the two brothers faded into the background as you focused on the screen, watching your babies in awe. It was hard to believe that these tiny, perfect little beings were growing inside you. The love you felt for them was overwhelming, and as you squeezed Chris’s hand, you knew he felt the same way.

“These next few months can’t go fast enough,” Chris whispered, leaning closer to you. “I just want to meet them already. Hold them. Be their dad.”

You turned to look at him, tears in your eyes and smiled. “I know. I feel the same way.”

As the nurse continued the scan, capturing more images for you to take home, the room was filled with a mix of awe, laughter, and the kind of love that only grows when family comes together to share something this special.

For the rest of the appointment, you all sat in wonder, making jokes about who the babies would take after, what their personalities might be like, and what kind of trouble they’d get into with uncles like Matt and Nick around. But deep down, you knew that no matter what came next, these little twins were already so loved.

The 3D ultrasound had given all of you a glimpse into the future—a future filled with two tiny, perfect faces you couldn’t wait to meet.

As you and the boys piled back into the car after the 3D ultrasound, Matt slid into the driver’s seat, adjusting the mirrors before turning the key in the ignition. The excitement still lingered in the air, and you couldn’t help but replay the images of your twins in your mind—their tiny, detailed faces, the way your daughter wiggled, the calmness of your son. It had been a surreal moment, one that made everything feel so much more real.

Chris sat beside you in the backseat, his hand resting gently on your knee. He gave you a soft smile, clearly sensing you were lost in thought. “You okay?”

You nodded, still processing everything. “Yeah, I’m just… thinking about how real it all feels now. I mean, I’ve been feeling them move, but seeing them like that… it’s something else.”

Nick, who had been uncharacteristically quiet for the first few minutes, suddenly leaned forward from the backseat, sticking his head between you and Chris. “I’m not kidding—that was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s like… I’ve known they were in there, but now I feel like I’ve met them. Like I’ve already got a favorite nephew and niece.”

Matt chuckled from the driver’s seat, glancing at Nick in the rearview mirror. “Bro, you’re acting like you’re gonna be their dad. Calm down.”

Nick gasped dramatically. “Excuse me, I’m going to be the best uncle those kids could ever ask for. Spoiling them is practically my birthright.”

You laughed, loving the way they bantered, but as you leaned back in your seat, you felt something deeper tugging at your mind—an idea that had been lingering for a while now. You’d been keeping your pregnancy private for months, sharing the news only with close friends and family. But now… now felt like the right time to tell the world.

“Hey,” you said suddenly, interrupting the conversation. “I think it’s time we tell the fans.”

Chris turned to look at you, surprise in his eyes. “You mean, like today?”

You nodded, feeling a rush of certainty wash over you. “Yeah, today. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but after seeing the ultrasound today… it just feels like the right time. We’ve got the gender reveal photos, and now the 3D ones. I don’t want to hide it anymore. I want to share this with everyone.”

Nick sat up straighter in his seat, his eyes wide with excitement. “Oh my God, YES. The fans are going to lose their minds. You know they’ve been suspicious for weeks, right? Every time you post anything, they’re like, ‘Is Y/N pregnant? What’s she hiding?’ This is going to be huge.”

Matt smiled, nodding as he signaled to turn into the parking garage of your apartment complex. “Yeah, people have been catching on. It’ll be nice to finally let everyone in on it. Plus, those photos are perfect for the announcement.”

Chris turned back to you, his expression soft. “Are you sure? I mean, I’m with you a hundred percent if you’re ready, but once we put it out there, it’s out there. You know how it gets sometimes.”

You squeezed his hand, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’m sure. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I feel ready. I think we should do it.”

By the time Matt parked the car and you all stepped into the elevator, the excitement was palpable. Everyone was tossing around ideas, talking over each other as you made your way up to the apartment. As soon as you walked through the door, you settled on the couch with Chris beside you, and Matt and Nick sat on either side, eager to get started.

Nick pulled out his phone, already scrolling through his camera roll. “Okay, okay, so how are we going to do this? Do we go with a full-on post with, like, a series of photos, or do we just drop one bomb and let the fans go wild?”

Matt shook his head, smirking. “Nah, you can’t just drop one photo. You’ve gotta take them on a journey. Start with something subtle, like a cute couple photo, then hit them with the ultrasound, and then drop the gender reveal. Let them freak out bit by bit.”

You laughed, scrolling through the photos on your own phone. “Matt’s right. We should start slow and build it up. How about this one?” You held up a photo from the gender reveal—the one where Chris had his arms around you, both of you smiling, with the cake between you. It was sweet, intimate, and hinted at something more.

Nick gasped, eyes wide. “Perfect. That’s the one to start with. You both look so cute in that one. It’s the perfect teaser.”

Chris grinned as he leaned over to look. “Yeah, I like that one. It’s subtle but says enough.”

You kept scrolling, finding another photo from the gender reveal—this one of the four of you holding the cake with the blue and pink filling exposed. Everyone’s faces were full of joy, and Nick’s tear-streaked face was front and center. “And then we can do this one. It shows the reveal without saying too much, but people will definitely get the hint.”

Nick groaned dramatically, burying his face in his hands. “Oh God, the fans are going to roast me for crying. But whatever, it was an emotional moment, okay?”

Matt snickered, leaning back on the couch. “Bro, they’re going to love you even more. You’re gonna be the emotional uncle that everyone’s obsessed with.”

Chris looked at you, his eyes softening as he saw how happy and sure you were about this. “You’re really ready, huh?”

You nodded, smiling. “Yeah. I want to share this. It feels like the right time, and I don’t want to hide it anymore.”

The boys huddled around as you worked on crafting the perfect post, choosing the photos and writing out the caption together. After what felt like hours of deliberating, you finally settled on something that felt right—a simple, heartfelt message that captured the joy and excitement of the moment. The post read:

“Surprise! 💙💗 We’ve been keeping a little secret for a while now… we’re so excited to finally share that we’re expecting not one, but TWO little ones! Our hearts are so full, and we can’t wait to meet our son and daughter. Thank you all for the love and support—this journey has been so special, and we’re excited to share the next chapter with you. 💫”

After adding the ultrasound photo as the final slide, you took a deep breath, fingers hovering over the “Post” button. Chris leaned over, placing a soft kiss on your temple. “You ready?”

You exhaled, smiling up at him. “Ready.”

With one final press, the post went live. Almost immediately, your phone began buzzing with notifications as fans started reacting, liking, and commenting. The boys crowded around you, watching the chaos unfold in real time as people freaked out about the news.

“Look at that!” Nick said, holding up his phone. “The comments are blowing up! Everyone’s freaking out!”

Matt grinned, scrolling through the messages. “Yeah, and everyone’s losing it over the fact that it’s twins. They were expecting a pregnancy announcement, but not this.”

Chris pulled you into his side, his arm wrapped protectively around you as he smiled. “You did it. Now it’s all out there.”

You leaned into him, feeling a wave of relief and excitement wash over you. The secret you’d been holding for months was finally out in the open, and now the world knew about your little family. It felt right—like everything was falling into place.

Nick, who had been grinning ear to ear, suddenly turned serious for a moment. “You know what? This is just the beginning. I mean, we’re gonna have so much content once those babies arrive. And I’m talking all the cute uncle stuff, playing with them, me crying every time I hold them…”

You all laughed, the energy in the room light and full of joy. As the evening wore on, you spent the rest of the night scrolling through the flood of comments and messages from fans, feeling the love and excitement pour in from all corners of the internet. Your little secret was out, and it felt like the whole world was celebrating with you.

As you curled up beside Chris later that night, your hand resting on your growing belly, you couldn’t help but smile. This was the start of something beautiful, something you couldn’t wait to fully experience with the people you loved most. The future was bright, and you knew that no matter what came next, you’d face it together.

Everything was going to be okay—more than okay. It was going to be perfect.

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