#Tokophobia

[froody]

giving birth sucks tbh. not only do you and the baby you’re birthing almost die, usually you shit yourself and often you tear your taint. then you have to push an organ out of your body (placenta) and if even a little of that remains in your body, you can hemorrhage to death or develop an infection that essentially rots your body from the inside out. even if you had a relatively “easy birth”, you bleed for weeks on end. even after that stops, your body and brain is changed for the rest of your life, the pregnancy leeched minerals from your bones, that can cause osteoporosis later. minor urinary incontinence is not uncommon, brain scans of people who gave birth show permanent changes in their brain, you’re never quite the same.

I say all of this not to say giving birth is disgusting but it is a harrowing and visceral experience. society downplays how fucking awful it is and makes it out to be a ~magical~ experience but it isn’t a magical transformative experience for everyone. it can be an extremely traumatic experience for someone who wanted to carry a pregnancy to term, much more so for someone who did not want to be pregnant in the first place or someone who knows their baby won’t survive the birth. anyway, abortion is a right. pregnancy and birth aren’t just inconvenient, it’s fucking awful.

[antoine-dcoolette]

You guys still fw t4t buntoine right

[artkett1412]

Da gurl Jade

[sniffanimal]

assume whatever fits best for you and if you can't, use a nuance button of your choosing. can/can't don't specifically map to binary sexes! positive generally means you like the idea of becoming pregnant, and negative means you dislike it. But of course there's the nuance button if it's complex for you. don't feel obligated to respond in the tags, this can be personal, but feel free to!

uh oh! this post got too popular! time to append a big sniffer to the top

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[crossnamara]

Black Friday dash simulator

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Ugh my bitch coworker is out with her stupid boyfriend. At least we arent busy but Im not getting any tips. Think Im going to kill someone

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Whats going on at Lakeside?

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THEY WHAT

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If I hear that stupid jingle one more time, I swear I'm going to lose it.

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Good.

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totally caused all those riots on purpose guys

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LMAO THEY SENT ME A CEASE AND DESIST FOR THIS

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DID I JUST FIND OUT THEY NUKED RUSSIA BECAUSE OF A FUCKING DESTIEL MEME????

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THEY WHAT

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i need to get him pregnant

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[swagging-back-to]

literally begging radfems to post body positivity without ANY mention of repdoruction. anytime you make a post talking about how great the human body is and you include any aspect about reproduction or child bearing everything else you say is void to me.

im just triggered and feel disgusting about myself even more.

if making a post about breasts and how "necessary they are" dont talk about how "pendulous breasts are like handles for babies to grab onto" and "they produce milk for our young!"

if youre talking about hips dont talk about how our pelvises are designed with the intention of pushing out a fucking head.

dont talk about our uteruses like theyre incubators.

the vagina like nothing more than a passageway for dicks or for parasites. Even that post that says penises are designed after vaginas is not as comforting as they think. it's still saying the vagina is made for the penis. for reproduction.

cellulite and high body fat like it's there to "protect a growing baby" and not there for. you know. the actual fucking woman.

women are so much more than reproduction. we all hear from every fucking person how women are the sex that has to go through 10 months lof having a parasite flattening their organs and rupturing others.

we dont need you reminding us any more than we already know.

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Innocuous, 2019 by Allen Williams

[the-bar-sinister]

I wish culturally people that took pregnancy and tokophobia seriously and respectfully as the very common trauma trigger it is the same way they do for arachnophobia, self harm, and sexual assault.

[moodymisty]

Hi ! I hope you're having a great day/night and I was wondering if I could place a request of maybe Crosshair wanting to have kids with reader (female reader if possible)/having a slight baby fever after seeing her interact with Omega a lot ? Have a good day/night ! ❤️

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Part 2

Author's Note: This took a bit of finagling to try and get a scenario that would work timeline wise, I will admit. But then I just said 'fuck it' AU time. So 'Crosshair doesn't leave the batch' AU it is. l I kept this one SFW just cause that's how I read the request, but if you want the spice, you're always welcome to throw in another request sometime ;3

This one got a little fru fruy and poetic, so if you just want the sauce, I can cook some up

Summary: Crosshair sees how good you are with Omega, and thinks of a future that's rare, but not impossible.

Relationships: Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: SFW, Mentions of having kids, tokophobia warning (trying take sure this gets hit by peoples blacklist if they don't like this sort of thing I know it's not everyone's cup of tea), Crosshair longing and thinking of his future with you, Treating Omega as a like pseudo-adopted kid give this kid parental figures lol

Hyperspace might be the perfect time to get things done- but to Crosshair, it's dreadfully boring.

The ship sails through the stars with a monotonous hum, putting anyone of a less overactive mind to sleep a long time ago. Wrecker is snoring away, a forearm over his eyes. Hunter isn't asleep, but he's relaxing, as is Tech. Which means more so that he's tinkering on a personal project, instead of needed repairs. Echo is resting his eyes- Crosshair can tell by the rhythm of his chest he isn't asleep.

You're nowhere to be seen however, though it's obvious where you are, as he looks to his right towards the cockpit.

He can see the top of your head in the co-pilot's seat, as your head is clearly leaned onto your left shoulder. You must've fallen asleep, as you don't move at all in the few seconds he looks. Getting up off the storage crate he was relaxing on, crosshair makes his way closer until he steps between the seats, and looks down on you.

And Omega, as he quickly notices.

She's sitting sideways in your lap, and you have her loosely supported with one arm over her knees and the other behind her back. Her cheek is smushed against your arm, and the both of you are completely asleep.

It's... Endearing. Crosshair hasn't really seen you this relaxed in, well, he can't exactly remember. Life hasn't been easy, since everything. The two of you have seemed to go with the flow perfectly so far, even after everything that's been thrown at everyone so far. Especially you; As while they were all used to the chaos, you weren't.

He slowly lowers himself into the pilot's seat, trying not to make a sound. But just as he finally settles, he notices your head shift. Not long after, you open your eyes. They almost instantly settle on him, looking over his body as he sits ankle over thigh in the seat. You swallow your mouth dry, blurry sight focusing.

"How long was I asleep?" He glances to you out of the corner of his eyes.

"Don't worry about it." He hears you softly exhale. "I wasn't asking because I wanted to get up."

Omega remains asleep even through your quiet talking, establishing that she's clearly a heavier sleeper than you. But even if Crosshair still doesn't speak up again for awhile, watching the stars streak by the viewport. When he glances back over to the two of you, he notices the way you're brushing a piece of Omega's hair out of her face.

The two of you have been stuck like glue since first meeting, and even someone far denser than Crosshair wouldn't have much trouble seeing it. He can't really put a word to how the sight makes him feel. It's not bad, not in the slightest. It makes his chest hurt in a similar way it did when he would watch the cities bustle with life while they were locked away for later use in clone bases.

Longing?

"You're good with her." He mumbles, jerking his head your way. You shrug your shoulders.

"Hard not to be. She's a good kid."

He doesn't exactly have much of a gauge of what makes a 'good kid'. All he's even spoken to was clone cadets, neck deep in training.

But you look so, natural with her. Omega seems to be so comfortable with you, and maybe in a way, she sees you as a parent. She seems to think that way about Hunter, Echo too; He kind of wonders how she views him.

She almost always views the two of you as a unit, as even in a small ship you and Crosshair are rarely apart. Does she view him the same as you?

He never even thought he'd get the chance to even think about those sorts of things, until he met you. But even then, he never wanted them. Kriff, if it hadn't messed with the early clone tests brains so much, the Kaminoans would've made sure they'd never have the chance. But would he even be able? He went from test tube to battlefield, how can that raise a kid?

But for all of his rough and gruff, he wouldn't mind giving it a shot with you. You'd help him in the spots that need work. He'd help with yours, even if he doesn't think there is any. If Omega is any indicator, you'd be the perfect parent.

How'd he get so stupidly lucky? This all feels like a dream sometimes. He feels like having a child with you would be like rolling the dice yet again and risking losing every good thing he's manage to win. But gods, does he want it.

"Crosshair?" He looks up, and sees you staring at him. Your eyebrows are raised, almost suspicious.

"You good? You look lost." He doesn't respond, instead looking away from a moment. He's trying to think of a way to word his thoughts, but Omega stirs before he has the chance. He probably wouldn't be able to word them in any way that made sense, anyhow.

"Hmm?" She rubs her one eye, looking up at you before turning awkwardly to see Crosshair. He wasn't there when she'd fallen asleep.

"How long was I asleep?" You respond as Crosshair moves to stand. "Not that long. I just woke up too."

Standing right beside your seat he lays an arm on the headrest, leaning downward. He can see all the little imperfections on your face, as you look at up at him and habitually smile. He'll never get over how it seems like the sight of him makes you happier. He feels the same, even if he doesn't show it in the same way.

"Should get out of that seat before you ruin your back." It's true; The way you've been tucked in is horribly uncomfortable, but you aren't going to abandon it right at this moment.

After talking Crosshair leans down just a bit farther, enough to steal a kiss. His lips are nice and warm against yours; Soft, gentle pressure as his nose brushes against your cheek. Afterwards he plops a hand on Omega's head, ruffling her hair before running it down her face and squishing it as she lets out an irritated noise, slapping it away.

He hears the two of you quietly snicker as he walks out of the cockpit, moving to sit on his bunk and take off his boots. The two of you are mumbling about something, and he hears his name mentioned once or twice. He can't help but take another glance and see what the two of you are up to, and while he won't join, he'll enjoy the sound.

Maybe once this is all over, Crosshair can finally enjoy the pitter patter of small feet he always heard the holo-dramas talk about himself.

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[themanwhowouldbefruit]

OK but this is sooooooooo funny can you imagine kelly in the bunker?? this episode makes it soooo clear that kelly and dean can only share one episode max before dean’s overwhelming pregnancy jealousy would have consumed the entire show

[gayhenrycreel]

does anyone have some advice?

im a trans guy and i have severe dysphoria and tokophobia (fear of pregnancy).

my dysphoria is really bad and i pretty much just disconnect from my body to cope. when i become aware of my body i start crying.

my tokophobia is fucking up my life. im abstaining sex until i fully transition but im still terrified.

last year someone, trans no less, told me that i should have children before transitioning and that if i dont i have to get egg cells preserved. removing eggs is an extremely invasive procedure and because of my intersex variation would be agony. this same variation means i cant have vaginal sex and childbirth would make me bleed out and die.

ever since then ive been terrified of getting pregnant. (my chronic fear of sexual assault plays into this).

im an extremely horny man and my dysphoria makes it hard to masturbate. sometimes i feel like crying because of it. one of my major goals is to use a fleshlight, which might seem silly but its a big deal to me.

i would literally rather die than have sex without a dick. i dont know how to live until i get top surgery and phalloplasty. no one i know has any ideas how to help me.

i have a very vivid internal world in my mind which is the only way i know to cope. its my way of getting a little bit of my own body, instead of this prison on the outside. i spend hours everyday in the innerworld. i need a method of coping that doesn't have me in bed 8 hours during the day.

[acer-whumpstuff]

I’m gonna be honest I’ve never seen this before but as someone with tokophobia I really think we as a community could make some great pregnancy whump.

Whumpee giving birth alone after having just escaped Whumper?

Whumpee fearing for their baby’s safety every time whumper comes to hurt them?

Whumpee asking Caretaker to choose saving the baby over them, or them over the baby, even if Caretaker wants to save them both?

Theres potential here.

[slut4thebroken]

Exposure Therapy Prologue

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Pairing | Jonathan Crane × reader

Summary | You find a new therapist who is more than willing to help you overcome your fears.

Warnings | 18+, talks about fear of being raped, talks about fear of being pregnant and giving birth, pretty much just a content warning for their conversation, the real bad stuff is in pt. 1

Words | 700

Notes | You don’t technically have to read this chapter, it just provides some more background for part 1.

Ao3 link | <3

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You anxiously sat down on the small couch, picking at your cuticles as you waited. 

“Are you nervous?” He asked, giving you a calming smile. 

“A little. Sorry, I’ve never done this before.” 

“It’s completely normal to be nervous during the first session, especially if you’ve never done anything like this before.” That calmed your nerves a little. “Let’s start simple. Why don’t you tell me why you’re here.” 

“Um… The fears that I have are getting a little out of control and affecting my everyday life, so I was hoping you could help me get over them. At least a little bit.” 

“Knowing you need help and taking the initiative to seek that help is already a really good start.” You gave him a shy smile at the praise, not sure how to respond. “Since this is a consultation, I’d like to know what fears you need help overcoming so I can figure out the best treatment for you. Is that alright?” 

“Yeah, of course. There are two main ones. Um… being- being raped and being pregnant or giving birth.” He scribbled quickly as you spoke and you waited anxiously for him to respond. 

“I want to better understand you. Is it alright if I ask some questions?” He asked, crossing his hands and resting them on the notebook in his lap. 

“Yes.” 

“Is there any past trauma that might’ve caused these fears?” You shook your head. “Let’s just focus on the first one for now. What do you think might be the cause?” 

“I guess just knowing how common it is? I feel like I’m living every single day just waiting to become part of the statistic.” 

“That must be pretty debilitating feeling that way. Is that stopping you from doing a lot of the things your peers do?” You just nodded in response. “And what about the other one? How is that affecting your everyday life?” 

“Um…” You bit your lip as your cheeks grew warm, realizing what you would have to explain to answer his question. “It’s- I don’t…” Looking away from him, you swallowed thickly. 

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. I’m here to help you, but you have to help me understand before I can do that.” You nodded in agreement, trying to force yourself to just say it. 

“I'm on birth control, but I still don’t feel like I can rely on that completely. And when boyfriends or whatever find out, they usually want to- to…”

“Not use a condom?” 

“Yes.” 

“But you don’t feel safe doing that?” You shook your head as you bit your bottom lip. “So it’s affecting your relationships. Is it affecting you individually as well?” 

“Well I mean, I… want to do that with them too.” 

“You have a breeding kink?” You stared at him with wide eyes, floundering for a response. He was unfazed by the inappropriate question though. 

“I wasn’t going to say it like that, but yeah.” 

“Kinks can often be coping mechanisms. Do you have any other that could be related?” 

“…Cnc?”  

“Is it easier to partake in that one because there’s no real risk?” 

“Yeah I guess so.” This time when he started writing, he took a little longer than the past few times. When he finally looked back up, he gave you a small smile. 

“I think I’m going to be able to help you, I already have a few treatments in mind. Thank you for being so open with me, I know it’s not easy talking about something so personal.” You nodded, not sure what to say. “We can start regular therapy but in the meantime I can prescribe you some medication for the anxiety.”

“Oh I don’t- I don’t know if I want to take medication.” He passed the pen over the paper in one stroke, striking something out. 

“The old fashion way then.” He smiled and you chuckled awkwardly, wondering if you messed up by saying that. It didn’t seem like you did? Maybe you should just agree since he thinks it’ll help? He cut off your over thinking before you had the chance to say you changed your mind. “Do you think once a week will be a good start?” 

“That sounds perfect.” 

Part 1

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Hi it's @clone-anon

Being pregnant was not super fun. It's not that you thought you'd have rainbows and glitter lining your path every day, but it wouldn't be half bad if your body could cut you a break. You tried to take it easy where you could, but it seemed too soon to take it easy.

Hunter sat down next to you and pulled you close. He placed a kiss on your head and nuzzled his nose in your hair, just wanting to make sure you knew he was there.

"It's gonna be okay," he said.

"I know," you were quick to reply. "I don't regret this."

"I'm not saying you regret it," he said with a knowing smile. "I'm saying it's okay if you feel bummed right now, but I promise we'll get through it together."

You understood what he meant and nodded a little. Hunter placed his hand on your stomach, trying to sense anything he could and somehow tell your baby that their dad was there too and he'd always be there for the both of you.

"Come to bed with me," he said softly.

It was getting later and you couldn't deny you were tired. Hunter got up and held out his hand like he always did. You smiled up at him and took it. You got ready for sleep and got into bed. Hunter helped you adjust any pillows that could be in a better position, but also made sure to be close. You talked about how things were going and what might be around the bend while laying in bed with dimmed lights. When you were ready, he turned the lights out and you shared a kiss.

"I love you, mesh'la," he said.

You took his hand and kissed each knuckle. "I love you too."

My dearest... the sobbing puddle you've reduced me to... I really... really needed this today... Sweet, patient, considerate Hunter being so supportive and gentle... my heart... Thank you

Just to fill everyone else in, I've had some potentially concerning issues popping up since Friday. So far, nothing's been confirmed, but some pretty scary words and warnings have been thrown around with the full admission that my midwives don't know exactly what's going on. I'm waiting for some tests, but it's been pretty stressful. And painful, though I was far less concerned about that until I learned that it could mean my little one's at risk...

All this to say, sorry I haven't responded to anyone recently. I see and adore your comments, I just haven't been in a state of mind to be particularly social...

@clone-anon, again, thank you. This perfect bit of comfort means so, so much

[fragaria-imagines]

For the pregnancy headcanons you could make headcanons for Merold, hallrit and tuxam when their s/o (who is in bed rest because she feel sick) call for them and reader just hugg and snuggle on him...but she take their hand and put in her belly to feel the baby kick for first time

Merold

Merold is usually known for his cheekiness and laid back attitude, he tries not to take anything too seriously, and often likes to poke at and tease people.

But when he gets the call that you were sick and bedridden, he immediately drops everything that he was doing, and tends to your needs.

It was the first time that you ever saw Merold look so serious, it was also the first time that he was doting over you so relentlessly, it was quite interesting to say the least.

Though he doesn’t always show it, he truly does care for you and the baby, and would go above and beyond to make sure that you and the baby are safe and healthy.

And while you appreciate his relentless doting, you weren’t really in the mood to rest, and would rather take this opportunity to snuggle and cuddle with him.

It took a bit convincing on your end to get Merold to relax and let loose, but once you did, he was out like a light once his head hit the pillow.

His nap was short lived, however, because as soon as he closed his eyes, you shook him until he was wide awake.

He looked at you, still half-asleep and groggily, wondering why exactly were you waking him up for?

You didn’t answer his question, instead you placed his hand on top of your stomach. He raised his eyebrows at you, wondering where you were going with this.

But before he could say anything, he felt a hard kick against his hand, you let out a gasp at the feeling of the kick.

You both stared at each other, too stunned to even speak, not expecting the baby to finally kick. Once you both regained your voices, both of you blurted out at the same time:

“Did you hear it?!”

“Heard it? I felt it!”

After the initial shock wore off, you two bursted into laughter, overwhelmed with joy that your baby was finally kicking and moving.

“They’re such a strong kicker!”

“Well of course they are! They have me as their dad after all, seems like the “strongest knight” genes are already kicking in!”

You rolled your eyes as Merold unashamedly boasted about himself, but you couldn’t help a smile from forming, as you thought of your future life with Merold and your baby.

It was scary not knowing what the future holds, but you two had each other, and that in itself makes all the scary stuff worth it.

Hallritt

New to knighthood and being new parenthood? Someone cut this poor man some slack, because it’s one thing after another.

First the seeds attack the kingdom, then he was told he wasn’t a good enough knight, and now he founds out that you’re sick? Safe to say, it’s not a good day for Hallritt.

But even with so much trial and errors that were happening, Hallritt has never been the type to give up! He would go above and beyond to ensure your and the baby’s safety, healthiness, and happiness, as well as the kingdom’s.

And even though, it may look like he did a pretty awful job at ensuring both goals, that won’t deter him from being a helping hand.

While he doesn’t like that you got sick, Hallritt is someone who likes to live in the present and think about the now. What happened in the past can’t be changed, so there’s no use in feeling upset about it.

So that’s why he does his best to make up for his incompetence and lack of attentiveness, by being there for you and taking care of you while you are sick.

Cooking, cleaning, whatever it is that you want, he would do it for you in a heartbeat. And while his eagerness to please you is very admirable and you greatly appreciate it, you draw the line when it comes to Hallritt cooking.

Not wanting to be subjected to Hallritt’s cooking for fear of food poisoning, or god forbid, he burns the house down, you politely but urgently suggested that he should take a break from his caregiver duties, and instead cuddle with you in the bed.

Hallritt shot you a toothy grin, completely oblivious that you’re more scared of his cooking than the actual sickness that you were facing, and made his way to the bed, but not before pulling a Hello Kitty mask from his pockets, and putting it on.

You raised your eyebrows at the notion, since when did he have that?

Noticing your stare, Hallritt answered in defense:

“Well I’m not trying to get sick too, you know!”

“You know I’m not contiguous, right?”

“Yeah….for now”

Grunting in disbelief, you playfully hit him with one of your pillows in faux annoyance, he of course, dodged it, before settling next to you on the bed.

The playful loud banter started to settle, until there was only comfortable silence between the two of you. You didn’t mind, even though you two were both extroverts, the times where you both just sat down and sit in silence, were one of your favorite moments. It was never awkward or stifling, but rather the opposite, peaceful and comfortable.

The silence was quickly shattered, as you groaned in pain at the sudden feeling of a sharp movement. Hallritt, immediately sat up straight at the sound of your groans, his initial happy go lucky attitude from before was replaced with a look of seriousness that you have never seen before.

“Y/N are you alright? Are you hurt? What happened?”

You could feel the sense of urgency in his voice, every word that he left his mouth was filled with so much concern and so much worry.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, it’s just that…the baby kicked…”

It was like the words that you just said were not registering at all with Hallritt, for he looked utterly dumbfounded, the serious expression that he had left as fast as it came.

“Baby…?”

And then it dawned on him.

Baby.

Your baby. His baby.

Kicked.

“Wait the baby kicked!!”

You rolled your eyes at him, wondering how did he ever pass his knight exam, but nevertheless, you took his hands and placed it on top of your belly, so he can feel it himself.

The baby kicked again, and this time he felt it, and he couldn’t have been any more happier.

Tuxam

Being the gentleman he is, Tuxam immediately went into auto-pilot mode and took drastic measures to ensure that you and the baby were healthy and safe!

From checking in with you every 10-15 minutes, bubble wrapping the house to make sure you didn’t fall, making you soup, and covering you with fifteen layers of warm blankets, it was a lot to say the least.

Tuxam’s nagging and Mama Bear tendencies aside, he truly does care about you and the baby, and would be devastated if something were to ever happen to you two.

There’s a part of him that feels partially responsible and guilty for not being attentive enough, that you ended up getting sick because of his carelessness.

And while logically, Tuxam knows that’s not the case, and that you can do everything right in the book and still get sick, he couldn’t help but feel responsible for it anyways.

After all, what kind of gentleman was he, if he’s not there to protect the person that matters the most to him?

Before he could indulge in any more self-deprecating thoughts, he felt your hand on his shoulder.

And though, Tuxam puts on a brave face and acts like everything is fine and dandy, you know him better than the facade he puts on. You know how much he beats himself over the most littlest things, and it breaks your heart every time.

“Tuxam, why don’t you come back to bed with me?”

Knowing Tuxam would never say no to you, he reluctantly obliged to your request, but he still felt that there was still so much work to be done. However, all of his worries and concerns seemed to disappear the minute his body hit the mattress, snuggling your sides, and burying his face at the crook of your neck, like he was a small child.

You giggled at the sight of him, it wasn’t everyday that he let loose and act so childlike, it was refreshing to see. You grabbed the palm of his hand, gently placing it in on top of your swollen belly, wanting to bathe in this gentle moment with your soon to be child.

Tuxam smiled at you, before he leaned over and gave a big kiss on your stomach. He felt a large kick against his lips, as he did so. Pulling back from your stomach, he stared at you in utter shock and confusion, and your expression was the same.

The wheels in his head slowly start to turn, as he realized what had just happened… the baby kicked him! The baby kicked! The baby moved!!

“Oh my god, the baby kicked!”

You snickered at his late reaction, before adding on:

“Well it does appear that way!”

But Tuxam was not listening to you, going on a long tangent about how he couldn’t believe it, and how excited he was, and how your baby would be the most healthiest and best baby ever to grace the Noir Continent.

Once he finally came down from his high, he looked back at you with a toothy grin, the excitement and pride were so apparent in his face, that it made it your heart ache in happiness.

“We’re really going to be parents Y/N…! I’m so happy…!”