#lowkey wanted Poe to sing 'we're having a baby my baby and me'

[tintinwrites]

enceinte | Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: My favorite TV show is I Love Lucy, and one of my favorite episodes is when Lucy finds out she’s pregnant and tries to tell Ricky. I’ve been wanting to write something inspired by it, and just got the motivation to do so! It’s not exactly the same, just inspired by it. ‘Enceinte’ is just ‘pregnant’ in French, which is a nod to the show because ‘pregnant’ was a naughty word in the 50′s (super dumb, I know) and the episode was called ‘Lucy Is Enceinte’!

Rating: T

Warning: Naughty words (including pregnant OH NO). Implications of sex obvs.

Word count: 2,239, apparently!!

Summary: Reader tries very, very hard to tell Poe that she’s pregnant.

It was a terrible thing.

It was an awful thing.

It was a thing that came at a horrible time.

It was a thing that came in the middle of war and was such a big risk, such a big distraction.

Yet, as you walked out of the medbay with a hand on your belly, you smiled. No matter how hard you tried to stop smiling, you couldn't. Your boobs hurt like hell and you'd spent the last few weeks completely exhausted, but you just kept grinning like an idiot. The happiest, most terrified idiot in the galaxy.

You had a little berry inside of you; it should have been smaller, but you had been too afraid to acknowledge your obvious problems and get checked right away, so you found out about said berry later than most would. You figured no one should blame you for being in denial, since you and your boyfriend were active members of an army and having a berry just wasn't the best idea for a couple that spent most of their time flying starfighters.

But the berry happened without your permission and you couldn't manage to be angry about it because not only was it a tiny half-you, but you also had a tiny half-Poe inside you. You wondered if it would have his hair or his eyes, or maybe both.

You wouldn't mind if it was all Poe, in looks and personality. Especially personality. You would be honored to raise a kid as half as good as Poe. Or even a quarter as good would still be the perfect child.

Thinking about what your son or daughter would be like made you realize that you were getting ahead of yourself. It would probably be best to start off by telling Poe that you were carrying a little half-him, half-you.

What if he's angry? flitted through your mind briefly. You were in an army, in the middle of a war, in the thick of the action, in almost constant chaos.

How could you bring a baby into that? Even if it was the size of a berry and that was super cute?

And just as your heightened hormones were about to make you cry, you remembered that it was Poe. Good Poe. A-kid-a-quarter-as-good-as-him-would-be-perfect Poe. Would-be-the-best-father Poe.

You would have to tell him eventually anyway. He already noticed how tired and in pain you were, so he was bound to notice when your belly started growing.

The worst thing that could happen was that he might break up with you so he didn't have to deal with the stress of loving something so much during all this.

You pretended that didn't break your heart and carried on in search of Poe.

He was in the command center with a few other pilots. Right, it was a debriefing that you had gotten out of because you were getting checked out in the med bay, and a slightly nervous Poe kissed you a dozen times before he let you go.

Even General Organa's brow was creased with worry as she gave you permission to skip out on the meeting.

You were absolutely terrified going into the medbay and going out; but at least you knew it was a good thing while you were going out.

"Poe?" You moved up behind him, lacing your fingers with his and pressing your face against his shoulder. "Can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, 'course."

Your presence got everyone's attention and there were way too many eyes on you. "I mean, in private."

"—yes." Immediately full of concern, he put an arm around you and walked with you to the other side of the room. "What's up?"

"So I've been really tired lately, right?"

"Right."

"Like, I was falling asleep on the mission, so I went to the medbay as soon as we got back, right?"

"Right."

"Well, it turns out that I'm—"

"Poe!" The interruption came from General Organa, who gave you an apologetic look. "We just got a distress call from a planet under attack. We need our best pilots in the air."

"—okay, just a sec." He stayed with you, but you could tell that he was ready to bolt out of the room and get in his ship. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "What did you find out, baby?"

You opened your mouth and paused. Telling him could wait. He probably wouldn't be gone for more than half a day anyway. People in danger were more important than telling him you were pregnant.

You were worried again about how inopportune it all was. What if you and the baby needed him once it was born, but someone out there needed him more?

"Nothing. I'll tell you later."

"Alright. You're okay, though?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Awesome."

He kissed you on the cheek and ran past you, after a couple pilots that had already left as soon as the call came in.

You supposed you would tell him when he got back.

You were almost glad that you were interrupted when trying to tell Poe about the baby.

It wasn't exactly a sweet way to tell him, was it? Pulling him away from a debriefing and then just saying it?

Everything about this pregnancy and child was going to be different. You would have to be extra protective since the First Order would gladly use a child to their advantage, he or she wouldn't exactly be running through fields to play and sitting down with their parents every night for dinner, Poe would often be away on missions, and you weren't sure how long you would stay grounded to care for the baby before you were ready to also be away on missions.

So if most of it wasn't going to be normal, you wanted to have at least one thing; you wanted to tell Poe in a romantic, sweet way.

Maybe if he was upset, the way you told him would soften it.

You had a whole dinner set up in your shared quarters — the food was from the dining hall and so was the table, which you convinced Snap to drag to your room.

You passed by General Organa on the way and she gave you this look that any woman who'd ever been pregnant would probably give. You guessed you weren't being subtle.

Now you were sitting at the table, tapping your fingers on it in impatience as you waited for Poe to get back.

He arrived still in his flight suit, sweaty and suspiciously dirty, and came over to give you a kiss on the cheek. "Leia told me you had dinner waiting. You didn't have to do that, baby."

"I wanted to." You were glad the general was helping you out, even if you now had the task of rubbing a layer of dirt off your face. "What the hell did you do?"

"Ah, got dragged around a little bit. I'm good, but I need a shower." He started towards the refresher attached to the room.

"Wait! Your food will get cold."

"I'll be ten minutes."

"Poe."

"Five minutes."

You slammed your fist down on the table and he froze, looking back at you nervously. "Sit. Down."

Having never heard you growl in such a way, he quickly walked to the table and sat down across from you, shifting in his chair. "Is everything...okay, Y/N?"

"Yes. Just..." You took a deep breath, reaching across the table to grab his hand. "I have some good news, Poe. At least...I think it's good news. I mean, it's not the best news. It's definitely unexpected news, but—"

"You're rambling, sweetheart." Yet he gave you the most loving smile in the galaxy for it.

"Sorry...okay. Poe, I'm—"

"Poe!" A pilot ran into the room, grinning. "Come on, man! Our game of sabacc starts in two minutes!"

"Shit, I forgot. I'll be there, Y/N was just about to tell me something."

"Uh..." You were being looked at expectantly by both Poe and the pilot, who you didn't really know enough to tell him you were pregnant. "Go play your game. I'll tell you later."

He lifted your hand and kissed it. "I'll be back in a couple hours, then I'm all yours."

You smiled, only dropping your head into your hands once he was out of the room. Maybe you could tell him during sex or something.

Your next idea was the dumbest idea anyone had ever had, but it was almost guaranteed to get and keep Poe's attention.

Poe liked sex. He liked sex with you. He liked seeing you naked. He liked being the one to undress you.

That was why you were in the refresher, writing on your stomach with some paint you'd found. It was supposed to be for propaganda posters, but you figured it would be okay to use just a little.

The words 'I'm pregnant' stood out in blue, backwards in the mirror, before you rolled your sleep shirt down. You couldn't come up with anything more creative than that.

You stepped out of the 'fresher and stopped in the doorway, playing with the hem of your shirt. "Poe? Honey?" You used your most suggestive voice; the one that made him look up from whatever he was doing with a big grin because he knew you were horny.

Only he didn't move from his face down position on the bed.

"Poe? Baby?" You walked to the bed, stroking his back and feeling him breathe evenly under your touch. "Wake up." You leaned down to nibble at his neck.

"Mmm...fuck...yeah, baby, lemme just get my pants off..."

You smiled against his skin, nuzzling him. "Take off my shirt first."

There was no response and his breathing remained even.

He kept on sleeping.

You could have shaken him until he was wide awake, but if he was this exhausted, he needed his sleep.

With a soft huff, you walked around the bed and gently plopped down onto the mattress, wiggling under the covers.

You were just going to wait until the baby came out. It could be the one to tell him.

You had to tell him.

You didn't care what he was doing or who interrupted, you were just going to say it.

Imagine your surprise when he ran past you just as you were looking for him.

You didn't even know it was him until you turned to watch the person go and recognized the dark, curly hair.

You ran right after him because you were going to tell him.

"Poe!"

"Busy, sweetheart!"

"I need to tell you something!"

"You can tell me as soon as I get back!"

"I've tried to tell you a bunch of times already!"

"I'm sorry! I'll be back tonight!"

You were out of breath by the time you ran out to the hangar, watching as Poe climbed into his X-wing. "Poe! I'm fucking pregnant!"

That was so not how you wanted to tell him. Especially because everyone around you froze, including him, holding his helmet just above his head.

His helmet was quickly forgotten to the side as he vaulted out of the cockpit and jumped to the ground, running to you. "Baby...baby, no..." He didn't sound angry or disappointed. He sounded in disbelief, like you were about to tell him it was some joke.

You weren't sure when you started crying, but you were already sobbing. "Yes." You grabbed his hand and put it on your stomach. "We're having a baby."

"A baby..." He stared, then fell to his knees and pressed kisses to your belly.

"Poe." So many eyes were on you, and embarrassment was mixing with happiness. "You're not angry?"

"'Course not! I mean, I gotta admit, it's not the best time, but...we'll figure this out. When did you find out?"

"A week ago."

"A week—"

"Don't you dare. I've been trying to tell you, but you keep getting distracted."

"Oh, shit, that's what you were trying to tell me?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry." He stood up, taking hold of your hands. "I'm gonna be a dad?"

"Yes."

He looked at you like you told him something he'd been waiting all his life to hear, pulling you to his chest and holding you tightly.

You only cried harder. "It's the size of a berry. Or, at least, it was...I don't know what it's the size of now. A big berry?"

"Oh, fuck, I love you." He pulled away just to kiss you deeply. "I love our baby."

"Dameron, we gotta go!"

He stepped back and looked at you apologetically. "We'll talk about this when I get back. We can celebrate...if you want to celebrate? And we can figure this out. We'll be okay." He started to go after you nodded, but moved back and gave you another kiss.

"Poe! Get out of here."

"Yes, ma'am." He jogged off towards his ship, grabbing a pilot who just came back from a mission by the shoulder, shaking him. "She's having my baby!" Then he continued to his X-wing and climbed up the ladder.

It was a terrible thing.

It was an awful thing.

It was a thing that came at a horrible time.

But you and Poe were going to be parents, and while you both knew it was going to be hard, you would figure it out.

"I'm gonna be a fucking dad!"

You would definitely figure it out.