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mrmeowski · 4 months ago

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˚✧𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐏𝐭. 𝟐/𝟐✧˚

Synopsis: You never imagined that after a year in this place, you'd be carrying the kid of some celestial being. To be honest, you were terrified; you had no idea this would happen, and he had never discussed it. You hesitated initially to tell him, but as things became too difficult to conceal, you gave in and informed him of the news, unsure how he'd take it.

CW: Slight angst, Lesson 76 spoiler [End part of Simeon's], faintly mentions breeding kink [Michael]

Word Count: 4.6k

Characters: 🧡༻✧ Barbatos [746] 💜༻✧ Diavolo [692] 🧡༻✧ Mephistopheles [599] 💜༻✧ Michael [692] 🧡༻✧ Raphael [690] 💜༻✧ Simeon [728] 🧡༻✧ Solomon [520] Surprise Pregnancy Pt. 1/2»

⋇⊰BARBATOS⊱⋇

The ever-vigilant butler detected a problem before you even noticed it. Barbatos has become accustomed to your regular visits to the Demon Lord's Castle and is always at the entryway to greet you. So when your customary arrival time passed, he patiently waited; perhaps something came up and you had to delay. However, his patience has dwindled, and his wait has become longer.

Before he was able to figure it out on his own, you sent a message indicating that you were feeling nauseated and were unable to make it to the castle. He scowled; this wasn't enough; people don't go around feeling ill for no cause. Because you insisted on leaving the matter and not taking it seriously, he knew you wouldn't bring more information. So he took action, using his ability to see into the past. The Young Master instructed him not to use this incredible talent whenever he felt like it, but when it came to you... it is necessary.

He wanted to know whether he had put something on your food that made you feel that way, but he came up empty-handed because everything he provided you, drinks and food, was in excellent condition. He considered other details that he had overlooked in the past, such as whether you or someone else touched you and caused you to have the illness. Again, nothing came to pass. Feeling defeated, he instead looked ahead to see if your illness worsens.

His fear came to be, it intensified to the point that you began to vomit. Still, he can't find the source of your nausea. Until a specific day, you had a positive pregnancy test. The demon butler's blood went cold. He needed to take a breather but wanted to know if things went well in the end. A human pregnant with a demon child is not and never will be safe for the mother! So, even if he didn't want to, he went forward, further into the future. He witnessed all feasible branches, all of which resulted in your death, the kid's death, or, worst of all, both dying.

The butler doesn't realize he's crying and he needs to stop. He had always been so strong and composed, but now he was a wreck. Despite the sadness and pain, he saw a ray of hope. A path that allows you to both survive and thrive. He needed to direct you and his child there. Abandoning all of his duties for a short while—Diavolo must understood his reasoning—he went to the House of Lamentation without asking for permission to enter then straight to your room.

He was the one who informed you of your pregnancy. You had no idea—you didn't even suspect it! His red bulging eyes indicated that he had seen something, and if he wanted to keep his young one, it had to be nice. You simply trusted him throughout the future voyage. After the revelation, you very much lived at the Demon Lord's Castle, much to the dismay of the brothers, with the exception of Lucifer. The Demon Prince and the firstborn were the only ones who knew about this.

The butler still performs his young master's tasks, much to the latter's dismay, as he had advocated devoting his time completely to you, but your demon persisted. You always have herbal tea along with foods that are soothing for you and your child. But, despite all of this delight, he occasionally wonders about the road he has chosen, fearing that if he makes one mistake, he will ruin everything.

But he doesn't have to worry any longer, because you were under ideal conditions, at least for a human bearing a demon child. Even though he has seen everything and has a torture chamber in the castle's depths, he can't bring himself to look at your pained countenance and those troubled gasps. He felt his stomach twist and spin as it does when he sees rodents, but this time it was far worse. He hoped for a happy ending and to see his little one in your arms. He did everything correctly, and there was nothing—

He opened his eyes and heard a wail, but it wasn't from you; it was from a child. Then a nurse approached him and congratulated him, but he paid them little heed. His eyes fixed on your shape, beaming at him, and there in your eyes was his little one. He couldn't be happier.

⋇⊰DIAVOLO⊱⋇

You didn't know how to tell him; you were afraid, afraid of what the people would think. From the start, there were concerns about Diavolo's ability to reign especially given his young age—for a demon. If his heir is half-human, the kingdom will judge him! All of these things make your head pound, and even though the Demon Prince is preoccupied with paperwork, he knows something's been bothering you.

When you told him the news, he fell silent, and his smile couldn't help but flatten. That look, he was upset, and it was evident he did not want the baby. It saddens you, but you fully understand him. So you suggested not keeping the child, which surprised him. He can see in your eyes that you are going against your own statements, so he asks you why you didn't want to have the child. Despite the gravity of the situation, he couldn't help but smile when he heard your explanation.

The prince is unconcerned about what his people think of him; he can withstand any backlash from those lowly demons! But... he does worry about your health. A human carrying a demon spawn is never safe, but his genealogy includes one of the most powerful demons in existence. He knew killing it was the wisest option, but he also wanted to keep this young. If things had gone differently, this would have been the joyous day of his life.

So, even though the odds are stacked against you, he entrusts his most loyal butler to guide him and you all the way. Being assured by the latter that there is a chance, you persisted in keeping the child. The demon prince could never be against you, and he did leave the option for you; even if he hadn't, his response would have been the same as yours.

Since everything is settled, he throws a large celebration to inform the Devildom that there will be an heir to the throne. You were against it when he originally told you, but after witnessing how deflated he became, you gave in and let the man be. After all, if someone is brave enough to abduct or worse, attack you, you know you're in capable hands. In addition, you have the seven brothers' pacts.

He connects you with the best doctors in Devildom and even transports you back to your realm, for reasons you don't question. It bothers him, but he can't abandon all of his obligations to this kingdom, and because he knows Barbatos wouldn't have enough time to care for you, he entrusts his right-hand man to do so when he can't. Your lover does his best to be there for you, especially during the last few months.

He absolutely loves to feel your baby bump, especially when his little one's active and kicking. It implies that they are healthy and alive whilst you're in great condition. He can't get enough of it, so sometimes you have to stop him, and he pouts, which makes you feel horrible so you'll let him continue, then the cycle begins. These are the instances when he forgets the consequences of keeping the child.

When you go into labor, there are already far too many nurses available to assist you. Throughout, he sat by you, playing with your hair and telling you that you were doing well. He may appear calm on the outside, but deep inside, he is terrified. Even though he knew the butler would not fail him, he began to question Barbatos' perceptions. The prince lost his mother when she gave birth to him, and he can't bear losing you.

Everything went silent until his ears caught up with the cries of his young. He couldn't breathe, his heart was about to burst as he clutched the child. He makes certain you are well and alive, which you are, and he feels so... blessed to have started a family with you without dire consequences. His childhood was sheltered and lonely; he will not repeat his father's mistakes. He'll make sure his young can go out and see the world, to have many, genuine friends.

⋇⊰MEPHISTOPHELES⊱⋇

The man choked on the Hell Coffee you prepared for him, nearly spitting it on the paperwork. With wide eyes, he peered around the room, asking that there be cameras and that someone cry, "Got you!" but none of that happened. He was scared; why wouldn't he be? You are bearing his child; it is a demonic child! If you hadn't soothed him, he might have fainted right there and then.

After calming down, he felt... quite good, perhaps even great. Knowing that it was his child, not Lucifer's, he felt awful that Diavolo had taken a liking to you, but at this point, he didn't pay attention to them. His thoughts were completely on you and his upcoming child. He had always had a soft place for children and had considered having one with you, even if it was adopted, after watching how you interact with Luke. So this was absolutely wonderful, and it was his own blood!

With claims that he is richer than the Demon Prince, there was no need to worry about the cost of baby clothes and toys. He was pleased to be shopping at the mall, and it felt surreal that it was actually happening. You should expect nothing less than the best treatment from him and his employees. If one of them dares to touch you in the wrong way, they should wish for a speedy death since he will not be the only one who wants to hear their cries.

Rubs it hard on Lucifer, enraging him, but he can't do anything since you'll stop him, making Mephisto even more smug. In addition to gloating to the Avatar of Pride, he reads about demonic-human pregnancy but finds little information on it. However, if this is successful, he will ask for your permission to publish it in the newspaper. He sincerely hopes it works out, but he is afraid he may lose you, the baby, or both.

If he isn't available—due to work or family obligations—he'll have his salamander with you so you have a piece of him on your side. He is confident you will take good care of the adorable salamander! Perhaps you can educate him on how to behave, as the demon cannot seem to. When he is there, he'll be glued to your side, wherever you are, he's just one step behind you ready to buy you something or pounce at anyone and anything.

Feeling the baby bump is still surreal to him; he feels like he'll waking up in a dream. But then he feels his little love kick and move, and he realizes... he knows it's all true, and this will be a new exciting chapter in his life.

His fear had surfaced; he had always pushed it aside, focusing solely on the brilliant sight of this strange pregnancy. He was uneasy whenever you gasped in pain, but he stayed by your side even when he wanted to vomit or pass out. It was a long and difficult process, but it was all worthwhile, and he is so proud to have stayed by your side, all the while commenting on how well you were doing and that everything will be alright.

As he carried his little demon, he whispered a quiet vow into their ears. He may be unable to perform his duties as Diavolo's right-hand man, but he will ensure that he is the perfect father for his child. He will not fail this time; he has a new purpose, one that can only be achieved by him, not Lucifer or anyone else.

⋇⊰MICHAEL⊱⋇

He may or may not have laughed in your face when you delivered him the news, believing it was a cruel joke and that you wanted him to feel something. But when you kept silent with a wounded expression on your face, he realized you weren't joking. He felt his heart plummet; first and foremost, he had no idea this was conceivable! There were only a few instances when he indulged himself with you, and in those handful of times he somehow... created life in you?

Despite the shocking revelations, Michael is unable to refuse the child, but he also cannot risk losing you. He was still in denial, asking you whether you were mistaken and that... It isn't his child—saying that pains him—and you didn't respond; instead, you gave him a look to dismiss the concept.

Your relationship with him has always been kept private; if it were to be revealed, he would fear the sanctions that his Father would impose on him, particularly on you. He knew he'd be the one to shoulder the repercussions, but now that you bear his child, he's not sure. He can be guaranteed that at least one person will come to his help. Simeon.

The angel may not like him, but he doesn't care; as long as your life is in danger, he knows Simeon would aid, and the man does. Unfortunately, he is unable to be present at all times to care for you, so he delegated responsibility to Raphael. Whenever he has the chance, he'll immediately be by your side, asking how you're doing and if everything is okay. He is overjoyed to learn that there's a path you and his little angel will live a flourishing life.

Being as strong as he is, even in his absence, he can be confident that the protective blessing he bestowed upon you will be activated when danger approaches. Absolutely babies you; he is known to exhaust people that were beneath him with a slew of responsibilities, yet when it comes to you, he won't even let you lift a finger for assistance. Especially today, given your current situation. It can be a strain at times, but you can't stop him; he appears to enjoy doing these things for you, and it's his way of showing you how important you are, as does this child.

During his break, he'd read about parenting since he knew nothing about it. When he discovered that the baby could hear outside voices even while in the womb, he began telling your stories about him and the brothers as well as Simeon and Raphael. He would go on and on, and if given the opportunity, he would stay with you all day, but he cannot abandon the Celestial Realm's responsibilities.

When the bump becomes evident, he seems unable to move his gaze away from it. His hands remained on them, feeling his child's kicks and movements. He has never thought about love or family, and he is unaware that he is capable of having children. Whenever Father makes an angel, they are his younger sibling and he is their older brother, never their father. He can't put into words the emotions that are stirring inside him. Fear and excitement were obvious... however, there was something else with them. It was... a thrill to see you carry his child and his alone. He sort of wants to put another...

He hasn't paid attention to it since the day came. He flew down to Devildom under the cover of the Demon Prince, hoping to speak with him. Although they did discuss RAD, the genuine explanation is that you are giving birth. He stayed at your side, but he was struggling; he hadn't been exposed to much pain, and the most recent was The Fall, which occurred centuries ago.

As soon as his little angel was born, the man squealed, the most composed and feared angel squeaked like a rat when he saw the second most beautiful being. He cradled his little dove with such care and affection. What a miracle... and his mind cannot help but recall his earlier desires.

⋇⊰RAPHAEL⊱⋇

You needed to tell him somewhere quiet so he would feel at ease; this is where the child was made, the garden grounds of Purgatory. He was a little perplexed, as you could see in his eyes, and when you broke the news, he fell silent. The air from his lungs was removed. He was afraid. I'm terrified of what can happen, and I'm worried about you. That gaze shattered your heart, and you suggested not keeping the child, but to your surprise, he declined. He is scared, but he knows there is hope, and there is only one way to find it: he knows of an angel who would not snitch on Michael or his Father, and who also admired you.

Simeon was thrilled with the news, but Raphael knew deep down that the latter did not take it well, as seen by the faint quiver in the angel's eyes. Nevertheless, he assisted them in taking the situation directly to the Demon Prince. This made him nervous, but it was the only way to secure your safety while carrying this miracle of a child. He held out hope while he waited for the butler to discover such a passage, and there it was.

Despite being in the Devildom, Michael would still load him with a slew of tasks, so he couldn't always attend to you, much to his dismay. Sometimes he takes the fall and slacks a little; the other angels can handle it, and he has other problems to attend to—he's having his own child, which no one expected! You always surprise them. It was fate that Lucifer chose you as the other human exchange student.

The seraphim has long been known as someone not to mess with unless you want to be pelted with spears. He was protective of you back then, but not overwhelming; nevertheless, this cannot be stated today. As a small nuisance, he is prepared to spear down the lesser demons. He does not allow anyone other than the demon and angel brethren to come near you. He'd be right behind you, giving them a filthy look.

He has always struggled to express himself verbally, therefore he does so through his actions. Even if he's worn out, he'll do anything for you, such as carry heavy objects, he may not be the finest cook, but he'll give it his best shot. He put in so much effort that you could see him reading about pregnancy, the dos and don'ts. It's rather adorable. There is one thing he can accomplish with words: sing. He enjoys singing for the brothers back then, and he enjoys it even more now with you and his child. His voice is so calming that it sometimes puts you to sleep.

Because he does not want the others to find out and the news to spread to the Celestial Realm, relocating you to the palace grounds and returning you to the human realm is the best option for both of you. Ah, but don't worry, he'll be your guardian angel when you return home—he promises. You insisted on safeguarding your child instead, but he declined because you were still more important to him, and it has been shown that angels can... reproduce with humans so it's not something to worry about that much.

Your labor day was a nightmare for the nurses, as your beloved stood behind them, observing every movement they made like a hawk with its prey, only he had a spear. He was prepared to tear the nurses apart if they made even the smallest error. You wanted to beg him to settle down, but the pain was tremendous, consuming your entire being.

He only dropped the spear when he saw his baby was born. He let you hold them first, adoring his child, noticing all the similarities between you and him, it was a fine piece of art. Even if you'll be leaving this realm soon, he promises his child that he will be there for them when they need him the most and that he will give his life to protect them and you.

⋇⊰SIMEON⊱⋇

When the results come back positive, you won't believe it. You had no idea how to tell him, let alone that it was conceivable to have children with an angel. But when you told him, there was a great smile on his face, but it was evident that he wasn't sure. Your connection has always been kept private; if words were leaked back into the Celestial Realm, he fears what may happen. However, it was too late; he was too in love with you, and there was no turning back. Then again, Simeon was never too concerned with his realm's rules...

Since his kind doesn't procreate as humans and demons do, they're wielded into life by his Father, so this was a miracle and... a curse. He doesn't know what will happen. If you'd be safe he could be normal. So he seeks the help of the Demon Prince and his utmost royal butler. He knew doesn't sit right with the prince but if it was about you, he knew Diavolo would help him and his intuitions were right.

Barbatos anticipated a road where you and your kid would be secure, but the residual fear haunts him. How could he explain this to Luke and Raphael? If a young kid comes around calling him dad, he's done for. He is adamant that you and his child would not be affected but in his case... it will not be the same.

There were no major changes in how he treated you since he has always been a gentleman to you. Even if there isn't a bump, his hand can't help but touch and feel your stomach; vaguely, he can sense the essence of life. He still can't believe he'll be starting a family with you. He has written about this—not exactly you and him, but characters loosely based on the two of you. Back then, he believed it was an impossible fantasy, but love always finds a way.

Only a few people, including those who aided along with Lucifer, are aware of this revelation. He needed to understand why you were spending so much time in the Purgatory. Solomon caught up on your regular trips, but he didn't mind because you'd been spending the majority of your time with the brothers. Luke and Raphael, on the other hand, were completely unaware of it.

As the months passed and you felt it more and more, the bumps became more visible and difficult to hide. You stayed in the Demon Prince's palace grounds until the child was born to reduce the possibility of the story spreading. When the young is born, you will be sent back to your world; you have overstayed your welcome in Devildom, and it is about time. This... it pained the angel that he wouldn't be able to visit you and his child as frequently, but he knew it would be safer.

When the dreaded day had come, he was only able to watch the first part until he feels a bit to faint and had to leave. He feels guilty that he can't be there but even if he was he knew he'd faint on the floor and only cause more trouble and stress for the nurse as well as you which he doesn't want. Minutes had passed and the nurse came outside before she could say anything he rushed for the room.

He breathed a sigh of relief, there you were, and his little angel. It was a sight that he'd cherish until his own demise. He held the kids so gently like they were feathers. Even if he could not be always present in their lives, he promised them that he'd give them the best life he could. Speaking of which, you only stayed at the Devildom for a week before... you needed to leave. No one was there but the four who knew.

But it doesn't end there; not long after you return to your realm. There came a knock on the door, and your angel appeared. He seemed a little too happy. That's when he revealed that he had become human, just like you. You questioned him how and what he did, but he didn't answer. He simply hugged and twirled you in his arms. You felt horrible, but also... good. Finally, you would be together with nothing keeping you back.

⋇⊰SOLOMON⊱⋇

He wasn't even surprised when you told him the news; he seemed to be expecting it. You assumed he'd be concerned, but the broad grin on his face says otherwise. He never considered having a family until he met you. It was then that he realized he would have the finest future with you.

He always passively aggressively rubs it into all of the brothers, especially the eldest, whenever he gets the chance. He's way too cocky when people get envious or annoyed, knowing they can't hurt him because of you. No matter how many times you beg him to stop, he continues to do it, this time behind your back. The only way you learn about it is when a white-haired demon comes to you and complains about your lover's teasing.

Protecting you had become his pastime, and he had even forgotten that he had cast the protective magic for you. Said hobby only grew following the news, bordering on overprotectiveness. He'd be busy searching for and manufacturing remedies to help you get through the adventure. He reads about parenting because he hasn't had any experience with children in a long time—except for Luke but he's an angel and not a human.

Because Asmo is displeased with the sorcerer, Solomon commands begs him to assist you and him to purchase baby clothes and toys! The Avatar of Lust was left with no other choice, but in the end, he appreciated it, as did your significant other.

There is one thing that your partner believes will be the ideal method to express his love for you:... Cooking for you! You claimed you nearly fainted at those remarks. You pleaded with him to take culinary lessons from Barbatos or to at least follow the recipes exactly and not add anything else. That kind of upsets him, but he had heard that when pregnant, one's sense of smell and taste intensifies, so he disregarded it as his meals being more 'spicy' than usual.

But even then, you had to triple—quadruple that he didn't add anything or that he didn't mix salt and sugar like the last time. You can't dismiss him, especially because he seemed to be pleased with what he has made, so you gave in... Surprisingly, it was edible; while the flavor is still a little odd, you can eat it! He must be taking your situation very seriously, which makes you happy.

Since you're back in the human realm, he thinks you and your child are the prettiest home and husband material—but don't count his cooking abilities, even if they improve. You're frightened he'll revert to his old ways.

The sorcerer is well prepared for the labor; the smallest sign and you're straight to the hospital bed. He did his best to calm down and soothe you; unlike the others, he is much better at keeping his cool. He's ecstatic to hold his tiny darling, his smile so wide it hurts as he slowly rocks the bundle of joy. He can't believe that you and he created something so gorgeous, the again the mother is magnificent.

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enemiestolovershoe · 25 days ago

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New Beginnings Part 2

Matt Sturniolo x preg!reader

Summary: Matt and Reader welcome their Newborn

Word Count: 5,2k

Warnings: use of y/n, detailed birth, labor, crying, not proofread

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25 Weeks

It had been a crazy few weeks for you and Matt. The baby was growing fast, and your belly had popped, making everything feel more real. You and Matt had been excited and nervous about everything that was coming your way, but now there was something even bigger on your minds: finding out the gender.

At the 25-week appointment, you were lying on the examination bed, your belly round and visible beneath the thin layer of gel that the ultrasound technician had just applied. You glanced at Matt, who was sitting beside you, holding your hand tightly as the ultrasound machine hummed to life.

"You guys ready for this?" The tech smiled, clearly enjoying the moment as she moved the wand across your belly. The screen lit up with the image of your baby and every time you saw it, your heart skipped a beat. The tiny human you and Matt had created together—it was beyond overwhelming.

"Honestly?" Matt chuckled nervously, squeezing your hand. "I don't know if I’m ever going to be ready for this."

You laughed softly, your eyes glued to the screen. "We’ll figure it out. We’ve got Nick and Chris for extra hands, right?"

"Extra hands?" Matt raised his eyebrows, smiling. "More like extra chaos. Especially Nick."

The tech chuckled at your exchange, her focus on the screen. "Well, it looks like your little one is doing great. Everything looks good...and I can definitely see the gender. Do you want to know?"

Your heart leaped into your throat. You and Matt had already decided to wait for a reveal, thanks to Nick's insistence on planning something big. Still, the temptation was real, especially when the tech said she could see it right there on the screen.

You met Matt's gaze. He gave you a small smile and a nod. "We’re sticking with the plan, right?"

"Yeah," you agreed, your voice shaking a little with excitement. "Can you write it down for us? Nick’s got this whole thing planned."

The tech smiled again. "Sure thing. I love a good reveal party."

As she printed off the image and scribbled the gender onto a piece of paper, you and Matt exchanged looks of pure excitement. It was hard to believe that the answer to this huge question was just a slip of paper away.

When the appointment wrapped up, the tech handed you the sealed envelope. The paper inside seemed to hold more weight than you expected, as though knowing the secret inside made it feel heavier.

"Good luck resisting the urge to peek," she joked.

Matt laughed, holding up his hands in surrender as he took the envelope from you. "I swear, no peeking. This is all for Nick now."

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28 Weeks

Three weeks later, Nick had pulled off a full-blown event for the gender reveal. You weren't even surprised. If you were expecting anyone to go all out, it would be Nick Sturniolo. He had rented a picturesque little villa for the occasion, and you and Matt arrived to find it completely decked out in every shade of pink and blue you could imagine.

There were pastel balloons arching over the entrance, blue and pink ribbons tied around every chair, and even tables full of finger foods—mini sandwiches, cupcakes, and a gorgeous pasta buffet that had clearly been arranged with care.

"Nick," you breathed as you stepped out of the car, looking around in amazement. "This is insane."

Matt looked equally surprised, his eyes wide as he took in the scene. "He actually did it."

Before you could say more, Nick came running up, arms outstretched, a huge grin on his face. "You guys like it?!" he asked excitedly, giving both you and Matt huge hugs.

"Are you serious?" Matt said, laughing. "This looks incredible."

"Not to mention the food," you added, eyeing the table. You hadn’t even made it inside yet, but you could see how much effort Nick had put into the whole thing. "Nick, you outdid yourself."

Chris appeared beside him, balancing a plate of pasta in one hand, and garlic bread in the other. "Yeah, props to him. This is probably the best food I’ve had in a while."

Nick beamed with pride. "I told you it was going to be epic. Now, are you guys ready to find out what you’re having?!"

You and Matt exchanged a nervous glance. You had been counting down to this moment for weeks, but now that it was here, it felt surreal. It wasn’t just a hypothetical anymore—soon, you’d know whether you were having a little boy or a little girl.

"I’m ready," you said, nodding firmly, though the nerves were buzzing in your chest.

"Ready as I’ll ever be," Matt agreed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

As you walked into the villa, Nick led you toward the backyard, where a large crowd had gathered. Your families were there, along with all of the triplets' friends—people you recognized from their YouTube videos. There was even a large "Team Boy" vs. "Team Girl" station set up, where people could grab badges and make their guesses.

"I'm team girl all the way," Matt announced as he pinned a pink badge to his shirt.

Chris snorted. "Nah, it’s a boy. Gotta keep the Sturniolo boy streak alive."

“I‘m also team girl“ you chuckled.

Matt chuckled, shaking his head. "We’ll see. Either way, this little one is going to be spoiled."

A few minutes later, Nick called everyone’s attention to the backyard, where two large smoke canons were set up on either side of a huge arch of balloons. Pink and blue balloons filled the sky, drifting lazily in the warm breeze, adding to the excitement of the moment.

Nick grabbed a microphone, grinning from ear to ear. "Alright, everyone! It’s time for the big moment! We’ve got Matt and y/n here, ready to find out if they’re having a boy or a girl! Who’s ready?!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. Matt stood beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist, and you leaned into him for support. This was it.

Nick handed you and Matt each a smoke cannon, and you felt the cool metal in your hands, your fingers trembling slightly. The anticipation was almost too much.

"Okay, on the count of three, they’re gonna pull the triggers," Nick announced. "Everyone ready?"

You took a deep breath, your hands shaking with nerves and excitement. Matt squeezed your hand, his excitement clear in his eyes. "You got this," he whispered.

"Three…" Nick started, the crowd joining in. "Two… one!"

You and Matt pulled the triggers simultaneously, and for a moment, the world went quiet as pink smoke exploded into the air. You stared in shock as the cloud of pink engulfed the backyard.

"It’s a girl!" someone shouted.

Matt turned to you, his eyes wide, and a huge smile spread across his face. "It’s a girl. We’re having a girl!"

Your heart swelled as tears sprung to your eyes. "We’re having a girl," you repeated, your voice barely a whisper as you wrapped your arms around Matt’s neck.

He hugged you tightly, his hands gently cradling your back as you cried into his shoulder. You could feel his excitement and joy radiating through the embrace, and it made your heart feel like it could burst. You were going to have a daughter.

Before long, Chris and Nick rushed over, joining the hug. "Oh my God, I’m gonna have a niece!" Chris shouted, practically bouncing with excitement.

Nick grinned, pulling you into a bear hug. "This is going to be awesome!"

You laughed through the tears, overwhelmed by the love and happiness surrounding you. "I can’t believe it," you said, shaking your head as you wiped your eyes. "A little girl."

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35 Weeks

As the weeks went by and your belly grew even bigger, the time had finally come to work on the nursery. You and Matt had been planning it for weeks—scouring Pinterest boards, bookmarking every cute piece of furniture and decor that caught your eye. Now, at 35 weeks, you were ready to put it all together.

Well, almost ready. The triplets had insisted on helping, so you had a feeling you’d be doing more supervising than actual decorating.

Chris and Nick arrived early that Saturday, armed with coffee and donuts. You were already in the nursery, sitting in the rocking chair you’d picked out, rubbing your belly absentmindedly. You were definitely feeling the weight of pregnancy now—your back ached, your feet were swollen, and even sitting for too long made you feel uncomfortable. But the excitement of seeing the nursery come together kept you going.

Matt was already unpacking the last of the furniture boxes when Chris and Nick strolled in.

"Alright, what’s the game plan?" Nick asked, setting the donuts down on the floor before taking a look around. "You guys got a vision?"

"Yeah, we do," Matt said, holding up his phone. "She’s been saving Pinterest ideas for weeks."

You laughed, leaning back in the chair. "I’d do it myself, but…" You motioned to your belly, which was now large and very much in the way of most things. "I’m not exactly mobile these days."

Chris grinned. "Don’t worry. We’ve got this."

And with that, the triplets got to work. Matt and Chris assembled the crib while Nick hung up the shelves and artwork you’d picked out. You watched from your rocking chair, smiling as the room slowly came together. It was everything you’d imagined—soft pinks, creams, and gold accents, with delicate floral prints and stuffed animals in every corner.

"You guys are seriously amazing," you said, your heart swelling with gratitude.

Matt turned to you, wiping sweat from his brow. "We’d do anything for you—and for her."

Nick smirked as he finished hanging the last shelf. "This little girl is going to be the most spoiled baby in the world."

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41 Weeks

Now at 41 weeks, you were officially past your due date, and to say you were getting impatient would be an understatement. Your baby girl was stubborn, just like her dad, and no matter what you tried, labor just wasn’t starting.

One evening, you were sitting in the living room with Matt, Chris, and Nick, discussing all the things you’d tried to get things moving. Spicy food, walking, bouncing on a yoga ball—you’d done it all.

"I even tried that whole pineapple thing," you sighed, leaning back against the couch cushions. "Nothing."

”Maybe you should try sex”, Nick blankly said.

”Nick, when I said we tried everything, I mean everything”, you‘re getting frustrated.

Chris chuckled. "Well, at least the cookies are a good backup plan. I mean, if labor doesn’t start, at least we’ll have snacks."

Nick laughed, giving you a wink. "I read somewhere that cookies actually have magic powers. Maybe these will do the trick."

You rolled your eyes, standing up and waddling toward the kitchen. "I’ll believe it when I see it."

As you reached for the ingredients, you felt a sudden, sharp cramp in your abdomen. You paused, frowning, and then—

Your water broke.

You stared down in shock as the liquid pooled around your feet. For a moment, you couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe. Then, finally, you managed to say the words that would change everything.

"Uh, guys? My water just broke."

The room went silent.

And then all hell broke loose.

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Labor

All four of you stood frozen, staring at the small puddle on the floor.

Nick, naturally the first to speak, broke the silence. "Are you sure you didn’t just piss yourself?" His voice was light, but the shock was clear on his face.

You shot him a look, shaking your head. "No, Nick. I’m pretty sure this is happening."

Matt’s eyes widened as the realization hit him. "Okay. Okay. Oh my god, it's happening! Chris, grab the hospital bag!" His voice was shaky, panic starting to take over. "Nick, call the hospital, tell them we’re on our way!"

Chris, already ahead of the game, was moving before Matt even finished the sentence. "On it!" He darted to the hallway, where the hospital bag had been packed and sitting for weeks. "Got it!" he shouted, slinging it over his shoulder and heading for the door.

Nick pulled out his phone, already dialing. "Okay, okay! I’m calling!" he said, pacing a little. "Man, this is really happening. Holy crap."

Matt turned to you, immediately switching to his softer, more concerned tone. "Come on, babe. Let’s get you changed real quick," he said, leading you carefully toward the bedroom, his hand supporting your back. "We don’t want you showing up at the hospital soaked."

You nodded, feeling the rush of emotions hit you—excitement, nervousness, fear. "Yeah, not exactly how I want to make an entrance," you joked, though your voice trembled.

Once in the bedroom, Matt gently helped you out of your wet clothes, his hands shaky but careful as he eased you into some fresh leggings and one of his hoodies. "How are you feeling?" he asked softly, his eyes full of concern, trying his best to stay calm for your sake.

You took a deep breath, focusing on staying composed. "A little scared. But I’m ready." You placed a hand on your belly, feeling the baby’s movements. "I can’t believe we’re actually about to meet her."

Matt kissed your forehead, his hand resting on your belly alongside yours. "You’re incredible, you know that? We’re gonna be okay. I’m right here."

Back in the living room, Nick was still pacing, phone pressed to his ear. "Yeah, we’re heading there now... yep, water broke... we’ll be there soon," he said, hanging up. He turned to you and Matt, wide-eyed but grinning. "Alright, hospital’s ready. Let’s go!"

Chris stood by the door, holding the hospital bag like he was guarding something precious. "Got the bag. Car’s ready. Let’s do this!"

You walked carefully back into the living room, Matt’s arm around your waist. Another contraction hit, sharper this time, and you gripped Matt’s arm, exhaling slowly through the pain. "Okay, okay... these are definitely getting stronger."

Nick, naturally, had his phone out again, recording the moment. "Alright, this is it, guys! We’re officially on baby watch. Y/N’s contractions are coming in hot, and Matt’s holding it together... kinda."

Matt shot him a glare, though there was a small smile tugging at his lips. "Nick, do you have to film everything?"

"Yes," Nick replied, unbothered. "The people need to see this."

You laughed, despite the pain. "It’s fine, Matt. Let him film. At least it’ll give him something to do instead of making stupid jokes."

"See? Y/N’s cool with it," Nick said triumphantly, zooming the camera in on Matt’s stressed face.

Chris opened the door, gesturing for everyone to hurry. "Alright, let’s move, people. Baby’s not gonna wait forever."

Matt guided you toward the car, his grip on your arm steady but his face full of barely-contained panic. He helped you into the passenger seat as carefully as possible, glancing nervously at you the whole time. "You good?"

You nodded, smiling up at him. "I’m fine, Matt. Let’s just get to the hospital."

Once Matt was in the driver’s seat, he started the car a little too aggressively, the engine roaring to life as he sped out of the driveway.

"Matt, slow down!" you exclaimed, gripping the door handle as he took a turn a little too fast.

"Sorry!" Matt said, clearly frazzled. "I just... I don’t know! I want to get you there as fast as possible."

Nick, sitting in the backseat with Chris, was still filming. "And here we go, folks. Matt’s driving like he’s in a Fast & Furious movie, but don’t worry—I’ve got the whole thing on camera." He panned the phone toward you. "Y/N, any last words before this baby arrives?"

You shot him an amused look. "My only thought is, if Matt doesn’t calm down, we might not make it to the hospital."

Matt groaned, though he slowed the car slightly. "I’m calm, I’m calm," he muttered, gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly.

Chris leaned forward, resting his chin on the seat in front of him. "Matt, man, we’ve got time. No need to speed. Also, anyone want to place bets on how long the labor’s gonna be?"

"Chris," Matt snapped, his voice tight, "now is not the time."

As Matt turned onto the main road, the streetlights whizzed by in a blur, their dim glow casting flickers of light over your face. You were gripping the door handle tightly, your other hand still squeezing Matt’s. The contractions had picked up, each one more intense than the last, and you could feel the pressure building with every passing moment.

Nick, in the backseat, still had his phone out, filming despite the tense atmosphere. "Alright, Y/N’s in full-on labor now," he narrated softly, trying to keep the tone light but clearly nervous himself. "Matt’s driving like his life depends on it. Chris, how you feelin'?"

Chris, sitting next to him, shot Nick a glance. "Me? Why are you asking me? I’m not the one about to have a baby."

Nick shrugged. "Just trying to document the vibe, man."

You groaned as another contraction hit, sharper this time. Your breathing quickened as you leaned forward in the seat, trying to brace yourself against the pain. "Matt..." you whimpered, squeezing his hand hard.

Matt glanced over at you, his face pale and full of worry. "I know, babe, I know. We’re almost there, I swear." His voice was shaky, and you could see how hard he was trying to keep it together for you.

"Keep breathing, Y/N," Chris chimed in from the back, his usual laid-back tone gone. "In and out, just like the birthing classes."

You managed a nod, following his advice, focusing on your breath. But when the next wave of pain hit, it was stronger, and you couldn’t help but let out a sharp cry.

Matt panicked, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Oh my God, are you okay? Should I go faster? I don’t know what to do!"

"Don’t speed," Chris said quickly, leaning forward to look at the road. "We don’t need a car accident on top of everything."

Nick, still filming, chuckled nervously. "Yeah, maybe keep it at a reasonable pace, bro."

You managed to laugh through the pain, though it was shaky. "I’m fine... just get me there."

As Matt pulled into the hospital parking lot, he practically skidded to a stop, parking crookedly in his rush to get out of the car. He ran around to your side, opening the door for you, his hands shaking as he helped you out.

"You’re doing so good," Matt said, his voice softer now, more grounded as he wrapped his arm around your waist, helping you walk. "We’re almost there, I promise."

Nick kept the camera rolling, filming as the nurses rushed over with a wheelchair the moment you entered the lobby. "Alright, we’re officially at the hospital," Nick narrated into the camera. "It’s happening. The baby is coming."

Chris grabbed the hospital bag as Matt helped you into the wheelchair, the pain making it harder to focus on anything but getting to the delivery room. The nurses were quick, guiding you down the hall while Matt walked beside you, holding your hand the entire time.

Nick and Chris stayed back in the waiting area, Nick lowering his camera for a moment as they both sat down. "Well, I guess this is where we wait," Chris said, leaning back in his chair.

Nick nodded, glancing at the doors you had just disappeared behind. "I can’t believe it’s actually happening. We‘re gonna be uncles."

Chris grinned. "Uncle Chris has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?"

Nick picked up his camera again, aiming it at Chris. "Guess we’ll just have to sit tight and wait for the good news."

Inside the delivery room, the atmosphere was tense, but it had a sense of anticipation. The bright lights shone down on you as the nurses helped you get situated on the bed, Matt standing right beside you, gripping your hand like his life depended on it.

The nurse, adjusting her gloves, smiled down at you with a calm and experienced expression. "Alright, Y/N, you’re doing great. We’re at 9 centimeters now, so we’re almost there. It’s going to be intense, but you’re strong, and we’re right here."

You squeezed Matt’s hand tightly as another contraction hit, the pain spreading through your body like fire. It was overwhelming, and all you could do was close your eyes, trying to breathe through it. "Oh my God... Matt..." you whimpered, your voice strained.

"I’m here, babe," Matt said, his voice full of panic but also so much love. His thumb stroked the back of your hand, though his hand was shaking. "You’re doing amazing. Just keep breathing, okay? You’ve got this."

The contraction passed, leaving you breathless, and you took a moment to relax before the next wave came. "I don’t know if I can do this," you whispered, the pain and exhaustion taking over. "It hurts so much."

Matt knelt beside you, his forehead touching yours, his eyes filled with nothing but admiration and concern. "You’re the strongest person I know, Y/N. I swear, you’re doing incredible. She’s almost here, just a little more. I’m right here with you."

The doctor entered the room, checking your progress, and nodded. "Alright, Y/N, it’s time. You’re fully dilated, and we’re going to need you to push with the next contraction."

Your heart raced as you nodded, trying to prepare yourself mentally for what was coming. You had read about this, learned about it in birthing classes, but nothing could prepare you for the actual moment.

Another contraction hit, this one even more intense, and the doctor’s voice cut through the pain. "Alright, Y/N, big push, let’s go!"

You gritted your teeth, grabbing onto Matt’s hand like it was a lifeline, and pushed with everything you had. The pressure was unbearable, and you let out a scream, your body trembling with the effort.

"You’re doing so good, babe!" Matt’s voice was shaky, his eyes wide as he watched. "Just keep going, you’re so close."

The nurse beside you smiled, her voice encouraging. "That’s it, Y/N! You’re doing great. Keep pushing."

You gasped for air as the contraction faded, your body collapsing back against the bed for a brief moment of relief. But before you could catch your breath, another contraction surged through you, and the doctor was right there again.

"Alright, Y/N, here comes another one! Big push again, you’re almost there!"

The pain was all-encompassing, but you pushed through it, literally, gripping Matt’s hand and bearing down with everything you had. "I can’t..." you cried out, feeling like you were at your limit.

"You can!" Matt said quickly, his voice almost desperate. "You’ve come this far, just one more, baby. Please, you’ve got this."

"One more push, Y/N," the doctor echoed, her voice steady and reassuring. "You’re almost there, I can see the head!"

That gave you the final bit of strength you needed. You let out a deep breath and bore down one last time, pushing through the pain and exhaustion, feeling the pressure change as your baby started to emerge.

And then... it happened. A sharp cry filled the room.

You collapsed back against the bed, tears streaming down your face as you heard her — your baby girl — crying for the first time. The doctor held her up, and Matt’s breath hitched in his throat, his eyes wide and filled with tears. "She’s... she’s here," he whispered, his voice breaking.

The doctor gently laid her on your chest, and the world seemed to stop. She was perfect. Tiny, red-faced, still crying, her little body covered in vernix, but she was perfect. You wrapped your arms around her, feeling her warmth against you, and the tears flowed freely down your cheeks. "Hi, baby," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "Hi, Mavis."

Matt leaned down beside you, his hand trembling as he touched her tiny head. "She’s... she’s so beautiful," he breathed, his eyes glistening with tears. "You did it, Y/N. You brought her here."

The nurse smiled warmly, giving you both a moment to bond with her before gently speaking up. "Matt, would you like to cut the umbilical cord?"

Matt’s eyes widened, but he nodded quickly, standing up a little too fast in his nervous excitement. "Yeah, yes! Of course." He took the small pair of scissors the nurse handed him and, with shaking hands, cut the cord, his face filled with awe as he completed the task. "Wow," he whispered, as if the weight of the moment had just fully hit him.

You smiled up at him through your tears. "You’re officially a dad now."

Matt laughed, wiping his face quickly before leaning down to kiss you softly on the forehead. "And you’re officially a mom. You’re amazing, Y/N."

As you both looked down at Mavis, she was still nestled against you, her little body calming as she snuggled into your skin. The room was filled with a peaceful quiet now, the chaos of the birth replaced by the soft coos of your newborn daughter.

In the Waiting Room

Out in the waiting area, Nick was pacing nervously, his camera trained on Chris, who sat bouncing his leg anxiously. "Alright, it’s been like... hours, and we haven’t heard anything yet," Nick narrated into the camera. "This is intense."

Chris nodded, leaning back in his chair.

After what felt like forever, Matt finally came out, his face tired but beaming with the biggest smile they’d ever seen. He didn’t say a word at first, just motioned them over with his hands.

Nick immediately started filming, the camera shaky as he rushed over to Matt. "Well? Well?"

Matt grinned, his eyes red with tears. "Mavis Rose is here."

Chris let out a whoop, pulling Matt into a tight hug. "Congrats, bro! You did it!"

Nick lowered the camera for a second, wiping his eyes before raising it back up. "I’m not crying, you’re crying," he muttered, his voice thick with emotion.

"Do you want to meet her?" Matt asked, smiling so wide it looked like his face might split in two.

"Uh, duh!" Chris said, standing up quickly. "We’ve been waiting for hours!"

Inside the room, you were still holding Mavis, her tiny body curled against you as she slept peacefully. Matt led Chris and Nick inside, and the moment they saw her, both of them froze.

Nick was the first to break the silence, his camera still rolling. "Oh my God," he whispered, zooming in on Mavis’s tiny face. "She’s... so tiny."

Chris leaned over to get a closer look, his face softening in a way you hadn’t seen before. "I’m Uncle Chris now," he said, grinning proudly. "Damn, she’s beautiful."

You laughed softly, still exhausted but full of happiness. "Yeah, she really is."

Nick lowered the camera just enough to lean in and gently touch her tiny hand. "Uncle Nick’s here baby girl," he said softly, his voice full of emotion. "Welcome to the world."

Matt sat beside you on the bed, wrapping an arm around you as you both looked down at Mavis, surrounded by family. You knew in that moment that everything was perfect

Matt, who had been quietly watching, grinned at Nick and Chris, the pride in his eyes evident. "Want to hold her?" Matt asked softly, glancing between the two of them.

Chris’s eyes widened, and he took a small step back. "Wait, me? Are you sure? I don’t want to drop her or something. I’ve never held a newborn before."

You smiled and gestured for him to come closer. "You’ll be fine, Chris. Just be careful with her head."

"Alright, alright, but if she starts crying, you’re taking her back immediately," Chris said, moving in slowly like he was handling fragile glass. Nick held his camera steady, capturing every moment. Matt gently helped Chris cradle Mavis into his arms, adjusting her head in the crook of Chris's elbow.

Chris looked down at her, his face unreadable for a second, until a soft smile spread across it. "Holy crap... she’s even tinier up close," he murmured. "She’s... she’s perfect."

Nick smirked from behind the camera. "Who would've thought Chris would turn into a softy."

"Shut up, Nick," Chris muttered, but he didn't take his eyes off Mavis, completely mesmerized.

Nick grinned. "Alright, my turn. Pass her over, big guy."

Carefully, Chris handed Mavis to Nick, who adjusted her gently in his arms. The change in Nick was immediate — the goofy, sarcastic vibe was gone, and for a moment, he was completely quiet. "Whoa," he whispered, his eyes wide. "She’s so light... and warm." He glanced up at you and Matt. "I can't believe you guys made her. Like... she's real."

You and Matt exchanged a look, both of you smiling through your tears. "Yeah, she's real," you said softly, brushing a hand over Mavis's tiny head. "And she’s going to be so spoiled by all of you."

Nick laughed quietly, glancing down at Mavis with a fond smile. "Oh, you better believe it. I’m gonna be the coolest uncle."

Matt chuckled. "We might have to fight Chris on that one."

Chris crossed his arms, pretending to look offended. "I’m definitely the favorite already. Just wait."

Nick raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, well, I’ve already got some outfits in mind for her. Pink Vans. A little leather jacket. She’s going to be the most stylish baby out there."

Matt grinned, leaning against the bed, his arm still wrapped around you. "That actually sounds pretty cool. As long as she’s comfy."

You laughed softly, the exhaustion from the labor hitting you in waves but the love surrounding you making it all worth it. "You’re all going to spoil her rotten."

Nick handed Mavis back to you carefully, and you cradled her close, feeling her tiny body settle against yours. Her little breaths were soft, her tiny fist gripping onto your shirt like she never wanted to let go.

Matt leaned over and kissed your forehead, his voice soft and filled with awe. "You did it, Y/N. She’s finally here. Our little girl."

Chris and Nick, still hovering nearby, shared a look. "We should give them a little time alone," Chris said, nudging Nick with his elbow.

Nick nodded, though his eyes lingered on Mavis for a moment longer. "Yeah, you’re right. We’ll be in the waiting room if you need us. Just... let us know when you’re ready for some more uncle time."

You smiled at them as they quietly left the room, leaving you and Matt alone with your daughter.

As you looked down at Mavis, tears welled in your eyes once more. It was overwhelming — the love you felt for this tiny human, the warmth of Matt beside you, and the family you had both created.

Your little girl was finally here.

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luciathcv · 9 months ago

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positive - jjk

summary: you take a test in which the results will completely change your life || warnings: idk reader is pregnant? || genre: fluff, established relationship, pregnancy au || word count: approximately 1100

I sat on the couch, trying my best to be patient and just wait for Jungkook to get home since he was bound to be any minute now. I was stressing and worried because, there was a chance that I could be pregnant.

I’m startled when I hear the sound of the front door unlocking. I glance over at the electronic intercom system on the wall and see Jungkook on the screen of it, opening the door and walking inside. I then look over and see the hallway light turn on.

I get up from the couch and walk down the hall, wanting to get there before my boyfriend took his shoes off. When I got to the end of the hall, I’d gotten there just in time as he was about to start untying his shoelaces.

“Jungkook.” I say and he looks up at me, giving me a small smile.

“Hey, princess.” He greets me.

“Can we go to the store?” I ask.

“Uh, okay. Come on.” Jungkook says without questioning anything at first. He stands up and we walk out of the apartment, going down the elevator and heading to the parking garage.

We get in the car and Jungkook starts it up, backing out of the parking spot. “So, what do you need, princess? Did you finally get your period? Do you need tampons/pads?” He asks as he starts to drive out of the parking garage.

“Well,” I think for a moment, “it’s kind of the opposite. I still haven’t gotten my period and I just, felt like I should get a pregnancy test just to make sure because usually my periods are never a week late.” I tell him.

He takes in what I said for a moment before nodding, “Okay, then let’s go to CVS and get a pregnancy test.” Jungkook says. I look at him, trying to analyze how he was feeling but I honestly couldn't tell.

Jungkook pulled into a parking spot and shut the car off. He unbuckled his seatbelt and I did the same as we got out of the car. We walked into the store and I made my way to the aisle that had the pregnancy tests, plan b, and all of that stuff.

I look at the pregnancy tests and pick out one, getting two of them just to be sure. Jungkook and I go to the counter to pay and I awkwardly hand the tests to the cashier. I mean, we're grown, there was no reason for me to be embarrassed but I was. Jungkook pulls out his card and pays for them.

"Good luck." The cashier says as she hands Jungkook the small bag with the two tests and the receipt.

He just gives her a small smile as he puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me away and out of the store. He opens my car door for me and I get inside, buckling my seatbelt before he hands me the small bag and shuts the door, going to the drivers seat.

At first, it's silent as Jungkook starts driving us home but eventually, he breaks the silence. "You know that no matter the result, I'll be here for you." He reassures me.

"I know." I say, nodding.

"I just, if you were pregnant, it's not like we couldn't support the baby. Well, if you wanted to keep the baby. That's your choice, I'm just.. I'm just saying." Jungkook tells me.

"I would.. I would want to keep the baby, if I was pregnant." I shyly respond.

"Oh," is Jungkook's only response. "I would like that." He tells me before connecting his hand with mine that rested in my lap, intertwining our fingers together as he handled the wheel with his other hand.

Truth be told, we were both kind of getting ahead of ourselves. I mean, I hadn't even taken the test yet, it's not like it was definite that I was pregnant. I guess we both kind of had a feeling that, that was the case though but neither of us would say that.

When we arrived at home, I walked over to the bathroom, the small bag in my hand. Jungkook stood in front of me, a little nervous but it wasn't obvious, as he leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back for a few moments before we both pulled away and I made my way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

After I'd peed on the sticks, I'd put them on counter and set a timer on my phone for three minutes. I didn't know this but Jungkook was sat with his back against the door, anxiously waiting for me.

Those three minutes were the longest three minutes of my life but finally, the timer went off and the results were ready. Jungkook had gotten up off of the floor and stood outside, ready to hear the results. I sighed as I stopped the timer and anxiously checked the tests.

Positive. Both tests were positive. I was pregnant. I was actually pregnant.

"You okay, baby?" I heard Jungkook ask from outside the door.

I grabbed the tests and walked over to the door, opening it. Jungkook looked into my eyes and without even having to look down, he could tell what the results were just from the way I looked up at him. He looked down anyway, just to make sure that his answer was right, and well, the tests confirmed his thoughts.

I burst into tears, I didn't know why. It was frankly just overwhelming. All of it. Jungkook immediately took the tests from my hand, putting it on the counter again before he engulfed me into a hug. Moments later, Jungkook was also crying. We stayed like that for a while.

Jungkook ended up calming down before me but once I did, Jungkook pulled away a little, still holding me as he comfortingly patted my head.

"How do you feel?" Jungkook asked, just wanting to be there for me.

"Anxious but excited but just.. scared. I'm scared." I tell him.

"I know, princess. I'm scared too." Jungkook tells me. "But it'll be okay, right? We'll work through this, all of this, together." He says and I can't help but smile.

"You're going to be a dad." I softly say.

He smiles back at me, "And you're going to be a mom." He says before leaning down and giving a long and loving kiss on the lips. Although he was scared, he was ready to go through this journey with you and to be there for you. And, well, your future child.

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keen-li · 1 year ago

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RESOURCE GUARDING.

Bam has never been the aggressive type of dog, despite the stereotypes about his breed. He has never been aggressive to anyone whether friends, family and especially not to jungkook.

I mean it's his dog. He's known him longer than he's known you. But even though jungkook doesn't believe it or accept it, bam likes you more.

When he first met you, he was skeptic but now he doesn't even leave your side. When you go for walks he only wants you to walk him not jungkook. And it's honestly an ego boost.

It's makes jungkook happy that you and bam get along, especially now that you're in his life forever. But its a problem now when bam starts to growl and bark at jungkook when he tries to touch you.

"Bam come on, she's my wife" he complains to the dog cuddled up to you. You giggle at jungkook's frustration, he is honestly frustrated. Even though you aren't supposed to reward bam's behaviour you can't help but feel a little flattered that he's guarding you even from jungkook, who is innocent and trying to hold his wife.

It's not the first time bam is doing this. He's done it once when you and his dad were still dating but he's been getting a little more protective. Maybe it's cause of the little baby you're growing in your womb.

"Bam come" jungkook calls to the dog latched to you and you smile at him amused. Ever since jungkook noticed bam resource guarding you he talked to his dog trainer and has been working on training bam on it.

"Come here boy" that catches bam's attention and after staring at you as if asking for permission, bam runs over to his begging owner. Jungkook goes through the steps his dog trainer gave him. Its been easier lately to get him to stop resource guarding cause bam seems to be responding well to the training.

"It's getting easier now" jungkook says laying next to you where bam just was. You both stare at the dog play with his favourite toy.

"Not gonna lie, I kinda like it" you say looking at your other doe eyed and dark haired man.

"Yeah, cause you're not the one getting barked at"

You chuckle at that as you feel jungkook's hand rubbing your belly.

"It's because of you and your mother little baby, that my dog has turned on me." Jungkook coos to your belly as you laugh causing you belly to move. Jungkook smiles at your amusement and places a long kiss on your belly.

Very soon your gonna have to start training bam to be around a baby.

#fanfic #jungkook #jeon jungguk #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook au #jungkook fluff #jeon jeongkook #jeon jeongguk #jeongguk #jeon jungkook #pregnancy au

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mikrokcsmos · 2 years ago

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Beautiful Dreamer

synopsis; in which you’re on your honeymoon, and though you should be enamored by the sights around you – you still believe that your husband is better.

pairing; husband!taehyung x wife!reader

genre; fluff, established relationship, marriage au, honeymoon au

rating; PG-13

warnings; a LOT of nuzzling

w/c; 979

a/n; he’s so dreamy.

He leans sideways against the tall, thick wooden railing, right arm folded over on top, hand tucked into his armpit. The other arm’s elbow dangles over the edge, his chin resting on it’s left hand as he gazes dreamily at the scenery in front of him.

You take up the same position next to him, albeit your dreamy gaze is zeroed in on him instead.

“What are you thinking about, husband?” Your voice is light and airy, not too loud, but not too soft either. He closes his eyes briefly to allow it to wash over him, only putting him in an even deeper state of tranquility.

He hums, a soft smile blooming over his features. He keeps his eyes closed, answering you with another question.

“What do you think I’m thinking about, wife?”

You scoot closer to him on the railing, and without hesitation, he lifts his left arm up to allow you to tuck yourself into his side. He nuzzles the top of your head, nose nestled in your hair, the lavender honey scent he’s come to know and love overtakes his senses for a moment. His arm wraps loosely around your waist, hand coming to lay on your stomach.

You take his left hand in yours, fingers playing with the thick, gold band of his wedding ring that you had the pleasure of putting there only but a few days ago when you said ‘I do’.

“Would it be selfish of me to say that I want you to be thinking of me?”

He chuckles, the vibration that exudes from his chest you can feel through your back as it lightly jostles you with its intensity.

You tilt your head to look back up at him, small frown adorning your lips that he gives a chaste peck too, the curve of your lips now threatening to curl at the act.

“What’s so funny, pray tell?” Your brow quirks up, which upside down, makes you look silly. He gives your nose a soft nuzzle, voice lilting with a teasing tone.

“The fact that you believe I would even be thinking of anything else but you, my love. That is funny.”

A loud mother duck, who has her hands full trying to get all her ducklings in line and back into the water off to the side of the wooden deck, is what breaks you two out of your lovesick haze.

Leaning back against Taehyung, you both watch as one by one, the ducklings plop haphazardly back into the water. Each one squawks momentarily in fear of their head being beneath the water for too long, before the mother duck nuzzles them back upright.

Taehyung now looks at you, your expression akin to something of both longing and fear. His fingers tap against your stomach, his voice caressing your outer earlobe that causes goosebumps to erupt onto your skin.

“What’s troubling you, sweetheart?”

As he rubs your stomach, you can’t help the anxiety that slowly begins to build within you, nerves on edge of the insecurity that passes through your lips. It has his heart clenching.

“Do you think I’m gonna be a good mom?” He can feel the emotion you try your best to keep tucked within you, and kneeling down beside you, he gently turns you to face him, his head now perfectly aligned with your barely there baby bump.

His hands come up to cup your stomach gently, as if afraid the weight of his hands alone could harm the little life that’s growing day by day inside of you. Like he did with your nose earlier, he nuzzles your baby bump with his nose, before giving it a loving kiss and fixing his brown orbs back onto yours.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be an amazing mom.” His smile is boxy and wide, eyes shining with excitement. Your eyes begin to water, lip trembling.

“You’re going to be an amazing father, Tae.”

His eyes get glossy, and the setting sun on the horizon only makes his features glow even brighter. The baby pink shirt he wears makes you envision a little girl running around his kneeling figure, pulling and tugging on said shirt with little pleas of wanting to be held and loved by her daddy.

“She is going to love you, and have her wrapped around her little finger, mark my words.”

He lets out a watery chuckle, sniffling and wiping his nose with the back of his hand, before standing back up. He places his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your sides as he tilts his head at you in wonder.

“Oh, really? You believe it’s gonna be a girl?”

You nod, confident in your gut feeling.

“Well, if she’s anything like you–,” he starts, stepping closer to you to place kisses on each part of your face, you giggling the whole time. And as he kisses each part, he names them off one by one. “–your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your dimples, your mouth.”

The lingering kiss he leaves you on your lips has you arching your back into him in order to get closer and deepen it. His hands slide up your body to caress each side of your neck as he stares into your eyes with nothing but love and promise.

His lips move, his words reaching the very depths of your soul to gently envelope and ease away any and all doubts or worries you might’ve had about being a mother.

“It’s not always easy growing a little life inside of you. The morning sickness. The hormones. The changes to your body. The sleeplessness. Yet, when it all gets too hard, just remember how powerful you really are. You are growing a life inside of you, and that is incredible. You are incredible.”

And, as always, he was right.

You do become an amazing mom.

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thefudge · 4 months ago

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“You’re with child,” Qimir rasped, confirming the knowledge that shot through her like a bolt. “Our child.”

#oshamir #osha aniseya #qimir #osha x qimir #pregnancy AU #ok look i had to do one more trope i couldn't not do babies u know me u know i'm corny as hell #this will probably be my last oshamir fic for now because i need to work on other stuff! but they do have a grip on me #my fanfic

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rockonlavender · 3 months ago

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regina and emma pregnancy + instagram

emma swan ig regina mills ig regina and emma + instagram in a stable relationship (i) regina and emma + instagram in a stable relationship (ii) regina and emma wedding + instagram regina and emma honeymoon + instagram (part i) regina and emma honeymoon + instagram (part ii)

#swan queen #emma swan #regina mills #once upon a time #ouat #regina mills x emma swan #emma swan x regina mills #swan queen au #swan queen ig au #swan queen ig #ouatedit #ouat au #ig au #jennifer morrison #lana parrilla #pregnancy au #once upon a time ig au

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pascaloverx · 11 months ago

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OUR SECRET — MYG

chapter three

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.

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You wake up surprised, you didn't even remember falling asleep. Especially in the studio where you shouldn't even be. Yoongi is still sleeping while you are spooning. How did this happen?

"Let's stay like this for a little longer..." Yoongi murmurs, almost opening his eyes and you don't know how to react.

"And we get caught like this? Never. I have to find a way to get out of here before I cause problems." You respond, moving away from Yoongi. Of course you I wanted to stay in his arms but a scandal now would be harmful.Even though there's a bigger scandal still growing inside you.

"Then why are you here if you're afraid of being seen with me?" He asks almost as if he's offended. You laugh, seeing him get angry. How the tables turn. In the past he couldn't stand the idea of us being caught together. Now he's angry at you for being cautious.

"Scared? Me?" You speak indignantly at your ex-boyfriend's accusation. Yoongi seems to forget that you are the one who loses the least if the public finds out about you two.

"You always revert to things like I'm the bad guy. I literally mean that I don't care if anyone sees us and you treat me like the villain." And then you think about how long all you wanted to hear from Yoongi was this. You wanted him to be proud of being your boyfriend.

"It's easy for you to believe that you want people to know about us now that the two of us are nothing. Nothing to each other. Nothing but..." You look at him as you're almost crying. It's now or never. Tell him about something that will change our lives.

"Don't say we're nothing. You could never be nothing to me." Yoongi caressed your face gently. It's as if his touch makes the sadness goes away.

"Yoongi, we will never be anything to each other because you and I. You and I..." You are about to speak and morning sickness hits you. You vomit into a trash can near Yoongi’s soundboard.

"You are sick? Maybe it's something you ate..." He says worriedly. You think it's cute that he cares.

"That's what I was talking about. You and I can't be anything to each other anymore. Because I'm going to be a mother and you're going to be a father." You speak delicately trying to be as gentle as possible by saying this.

"Is this some plan of yours?" It's the first thing the man who says he loves you says. You have a feeling he's not going to react well. So you get up heading towards the door, but Yoongi stops you from leaving.

"Before you say something you'll regret, I want to leave. Don't worry, I won't appear in front of you or demand anything." It's painful to think that this is what he wants from you but it probably is.

"You are pregnant?" He asks like someone who needs confirmation bigger to believe.

"Yes, I'm pregnant. I'm going to have a baby. Are you satisfied?" You ask, trying to hold back your emotions and not cry. He looks lost as if he doesn't know how to react. That's when you hear someone trying to enter the studio.

"I'm going to hide you in the bathroom and then ask Namjoon to take you home. But this, between you and me, isn't over." He whispers and you shiver. You nervously let yourself be guided by your ex-boyfriend, knowing that soon you and him will have a baby.

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pregnantbfdiyuri · 9 months ago

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bfb flower if she went into labor unexpectedly, having to push by herself I think...

#labor kink #birth kink #giving birth #preg art #pregnancy fantasy #fpreg art #pregnant art #pregnancy au #preggo kink #preggophilia #super preggo #preg k!nk #pregnant kink #pregnantfetish #nonhuman

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leqonsluv3r · 7 months ago

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Can I pls request one where Leon is obsessed with his wife’s small baby bump? Like especially when she wears dresses he just can’t stop staring 🧎‍♀️🌸

baby blues

—re4!leon kennedy!husband x pregnant wife!reader

— a oneshot (request)

warnings: MDNI, 18+, a lot of fluff, leon being the best baby daddy out there, reader kind of hates being pregnant at times, reader deals with some body issues and how their body is changing, leon is so sweet and supportive, gives cocky hot dad vibes, mentions of pregnancy pain, oral (f receiving), breast play, lots of kissing and praise, mentions of past sex, mentions of doctors offices, cursing, leon and reader being the cutest little husband and wife out there.

“you had tried. tried stretching, tried taking a pill and had tried sleeping. but everything hurt. everything. your feet, your head, your back and especially your breasts. it felt like something was tugging and poking at all the soft parts of your body. it was torture, almost. if there wasn’t a handsome man next to you, rubbing your back as you laid on your side. leon dulled the ache a little, he looked at you still like the day he met you four years ago, even when you were pregnant, fat and you felt like death had taken over certain parts of your body. leon still looked at you like you were the most precious thing. and it made you wanna cry, scream and kiss him all at the same time.”

— or reader gets pregnant and tries to come to terms with it and leon has no problem helping her out

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an: thank you for the request anon <33 hope you enjoy it. this was such a cute little thing to write. might make a headcanon list soon just for this specific request :,)

you and leon had talked about kids, about babies.

about the joy it would bring both of you to have something made by the two of you. to make you both enjoy the ties of your marriage and love.

you, however didn’t expect to get pregnant so soon after your marriage. but leon…leon was hard to resist and your body craved him and it was your choice. a choice that you made over and over and over again.

until two lines changed his life and yours entirely, it was hard ignore how the both of you panicked. the excitement, nerves and the rushing of your heart beating accelerated as you stared at the test…four month ago.

you both had been so careful, so very careful, but in one night of heated touches and sloppy kisses, you decided to fuck the condom and just deal. thinking the birth control you took would be enough, but it…it was not. definitely not.

you dealt with being pregnant like a champ, or tried to. you were sore now, you were fatter and you felt like a truck had hit you when you simply moved to grab something.

you loved the idea of carrying a child in retrospect, when leon had pounded you into the mattress many times before, thinking and muttering all the obscene words and images about breeding you. you literally keened at the idea, but now, now that you were here and doing it, you wanted to rip this kid out of you.

you hurt every moment of everyday, you were tired and hungry and whenever you saw that stupid ASPCA commercial on the tv with the dogs, you started bawling like a child. it was obnoxious and to think it would only get more strenuous as the moments that passed was literal torture.

and the doctors appointments, the vitamins you had to take and the way your body changed. it was a lot to handle, you had leon. you had him to help but sometimes it didn’t feel like it was enough. you couldn’t dress like you usually did anymore and could only wear the sundresses and other dresses you had hanging in your closet.

it felt like you were playing dress up, but it was the only thing you were comfortable in these days. the only thing that fit over the bump. the only thing that made you feel pretty and not like an inflated blimp.

and the one thing besides the pain, the bloating and the never ending amount of morning sickness you’ve had to deal with…the one thing you held onto was by the end of it you would get to be a mom. leon would get to be a dad, that was the only thing that kept you tethered to reality these days.

but leon enjoyed the sight of you in your dresses, that was one thing that also kept you tethered. the way he still ate you alive with his eyes, scouring you still as if you haven’t changed at all. you would always find his blue eyes piercing into your pregnant frame whenever you’d slip on a dress for the day or when you were bare and just got out of the shower.

it made you more aroused then usual, the only thing worse was the leon never acted on it. he never once stopped you and brought you to your guys bedroom. he never offered to eat you out anymore. you didn’t know why he was staring but wouldn’t act. was he worried that he’d hurt you? or the baby? you didn’t know, you had no clue.

but it was festering, each look he gave you in your pretty little dresses with your bump of pregnancy was making your skin hotter everyday. you didn’t know how much longer of this pregnancy you could take if he didn’t act on his desires. most importantly, your own.

two weeks, later and your sick of everything.

your sick of walking, your back pain, the peeing every five minutes. just everything makes you annoyed or feel like your going to crawl out of your own skin. you don’t get comfort in bed, you toss and turn. you’re then frustrated because you can’t sleep on your stomach, you wanna rip this baby out of you and it’s only the four month mark.

leon is a saint though. he’s bringing you food, rubbing your feet, holding your hair back when you throw up from the morning sickness. you feel bad for being such a bitch, for being so mean and hormonal. you try not to snap or throw a hissy fit.

but it’s hard.

you’re also sick of the doctor asking you twenty million questions when you go to your next appointment. already fed up from lack of sleep and your bowel movements. the baby is healthy, so everyone is happy. just not you.

another thing, leon keeps eyeing you and basically fucking you with his eyes. another thing that’s just adding up into your short limit of patience. you wanna scream at him to just fuck you, do something. you need a release. and if you could do it on your own, you would. but you can’t even see over your stomach or much less reach it.

so your just stuck feeling pent up and frustrated with everything. until one day, one day you just snap. you just lose your shit. you don’t remember what really caused it to happen, maybe it was the fact that you saw leon wearing only a towel after his shower, practically making you drool.

but you lost it. you just lost it, for absolutely no reason at all.

“can you stop looking at me like that?” you say softly as you look over at him, your being patient, so patient at this point and it makes you wanna scream or cry. he’s digging for something in your shared dresser drawer at this point, minding his own business.

leon looks behind him, over his shoulder to where you sit on the bed. he raises a small brow, “i’m not even looking at you, baby. i’m getting clothes.” he says with a small hint of amusement in his voice.

“you know what i mean, leon.” you say in a annoyed tone as you shift on the bed, the many pillows for your back pain and a heating pad pressed up against it. you opted for a t-shirt of his and underwear, the only two things besides dresses that you could really stand these days.

he grabs his boxers and takes off his towel, you try to ignore the arousal that’s literally pooling uncomfortably in your underwear as you see it. your trying to stay annoyed, stay focused, but his dick is just right there. so far out of your reach but so close and you just want to pounce on him.

“i can’t stare at my beautiful wife now?” he says with a small notch in his brow, pulling his boxers up over his dick, making you disappointed and snap back into what was currently happening. you huff and rub your bump, shifting against the heating pad and pillows.

“no, you can.” you say with a small glare in his direction, “but if your not gonna do something about it, i’d rather you tell me then just…” you trail off when he crawls on the bed next to you, sitting beside you. “angel, you have something you wanna share with me?” he says in that low and intimate tone that gets your insides all bubbly.

you gnaw on your bottom lip in contemplation, “no. i don’t.” he chuckles lowly and moves even closer to you on the bed, putting his hand on your thigh and squeezing. “i hardly believe that, baby. no offense.” he says softly as he presses a kiss to your ear.

you were going to jump him if he didn’t stop this, he was teasing you. he had to be, it was ridiculous that he couldn’t even see how miserable this was making you. “can you just…?” you start and fail pathetically as you try to squirm into his touch more on your thigh.

“can i just what?” he says in a soft timbre into your ear, almost daring and pushing you to say it. to ask. you were beyond irritated and wound up now. everything hurt and your body felt hot. “can you please touch me?” you say softly, you sound whiney and desperate and it’s nothing like you. but a part of you really didn’t care anymore.

you hormonal, achy and moody beyond relief. you just wanted him to touch you, to fuck you even. it was getting annoying how much your body had craved him since you became pregnant.

he didn’t move his hand from your thigh, his breath still ghosting over your ear and the side of your face. “i am touching you, love.” he says with an arrogant smirk against your skin.

arrogant bastard. you thought to yourself, you were brazen in the moment. “it hurts, leon. just…please?” you practically whined in that moment, you didn’t like the teasing. not when your patience was already short enough as it was.

he pressed a tender kiss to the side of your head, “what hurts, baby?” he says softly as he rubs his hand up her thigh and over her bump, soothing tender circles over your body and the baby beneath.

you don’t even care anymore, the soothing feeling of his hand over your t-shirt was enough. your cheeks were red though and you guided his hand up to your swollen breasts beneath your (his) t-shirt that you wore.

“oh, honey.” he sighs softly in a contented whisper against your head, pressing a small kiss to your hairline. he doesn’t move his hand on one of your swollen breasts, just rests his hand there as if he’s just supporting it with his large hand over the fabric.

“leon…please, it hurts.” you hear yourself breathe out in a whimper, one of pain or of desire, you didn’t know. you didn’t care to know right now. “hold on, hold on.” he mumbled softly as he shifted next to you, getting closer to your side, he adjusted himself on the pillows next to you.

“can’t deny my pretty little wife. can i?” he says into your ear with a small nip as his hand squeezed and kneaded one of your swollen breasts. you couldn’t help the sound that came out of you, a mix of relief and desire that you didn’t know you could make.

he moves his lips to press against your neck, nipping and licking as he kneads your breasts, trying to make the pain subside as you moan. “feels s’good…” you mumble in between small noises.

“i know, i know. sorry, for teasing you all this time.” he mumbles into your neck, “gotta stop teasing you…” he mumbles again in between kisses as he presses one more kiss under your ear.

his hands working up your swollen and aching breasts, you could feel your panties practically dripping with release. you grab at his bicep, curling around the muscle there for balance. “please…” you whimper softly.

he moves his lips up to your ear, “what do you want? use your words, baby.” he nips at your earlobe and keeps kneading your breasts, alleviating some of the ache there.

you grip down on his bicep harder, your hormones from the pregnancy were going crazy at his touch. “anything…something, please.” you whine softly near his ear as you almost draw blood. you just needed a release and you weren’t going to get far with him kneading your breasts.

“how about i eat out that pretty pussy? hmm?” he practically purrs into your ear as one of his hands leads down from your breasts to beneath the covers. your soaked underwear beneath your rotund belly, he finds it. an amusing sound leaving his mouth at your ear, tracing the pads of his fingers over your wet slit of your underwear.

his words and his touches having a disastrous affect on your pregnant body, you felt like a match that he was striking with flame and then putting out. it was so much in the best way possible.

you just nod rapidly, emitting a small whine as you clutch his bare bicep harder. “okay, pretty girl.” he presses another kiss to your ear, smirking to himself. he traces your wet slit again, marveling at how soaked you were for him.

“practically drenching your underwear, this all for me?” he muses as he pulls back on the bed next to you, pushing the covers back from your body. your hand falling down to the sheets beneath you, “yes…” you manage to get out as he clicks his tongue. a growl almost rose from his mouth as he gets farther back on the bed, moving in between your knees.

he sees the wet patch that’s soaking your underwear, he knew you were hormonal from the pregnancy. but god, how much arousal could form just from you looking at him? it needed to be studied, but he couldn’t help but feel his ego and confidence inflate.

your bodies reaction to him would always be something he’d never get tired of. especially now when you were drenching your pretty panties.

“fuck, baby. missed this sweet pussy.” he rasps as he looks up at you with hooded blue eyes, his pupils dilated. you knew that look well enough to know that he was going to give you what you both wanted.

release.

you mewl, “please, leon. don’t wanna beg…” you try to reach down to yank his hands or his head closer but your pregnant belly stops you. he puts a hand on the inside of your thigh, “no begging required. i’m going to eat out my pretty pregnant wife. i’m hungry anyways.” he smirks devilishly as he massage the meat of your thigh.

he doesn’t waste anytime, your head hits the mountains of pillows behind you. your chest rising and falling fast beneath his t-shirt that your wearing. his hands come up to the waist band of your underwear and slowly pull them down over your hips and bent legs.

your bare pussy is on display now and you feel the cold air hit your most private parts, ones that he’s seen before but now…now that you were pregnant and carrying his child…things were different. you looked more delicious now, looked more like he could eat you out for days. eat you and fuck you until the baby came.

god help him.

he doesn’t waste anytime, none whatsoever. he’s going to give you what you want. he rubs his fingers through your arousal, spreading it everywhere and teasing you just a bit longer.

you whine, “leon, please…just stop. i want it.” he looks up at you from where he’s laying on the mattress in between your bent legs. “i know baby, just admiring how beautiful you are…everywhere.” he smirks to himself and presses a kiss to the hood of your clit.

you moan a little, he clicks his tongue. “so sensitive.” he muses, “good to know some things never change after pregnancy.” he whispers as he presses another kiss to your clit.

“fuck…leon…” you whine softly, clenching the sheets beneath you. your hormone fueled body making you out to be this whiny monster.

he just chuckles against the skin of your dripping pussy, “just sit back and relax, sweet girl. i’ve got you.” he says as he runs his hands up to the sides of your hips, holding you steady as he dips his head down.

he starts licking a long stripe up from your drenched opening to your clit, your head tilting back as you moan loudly. you never failed to amaze him, get him hard and all worked up. you both had that affect on each other, good to know it was still intact.

how had leon not done this yet? not touched you this way yet when you’d been pregnant? you were like putty in his hands right now.

he felt like an idiot.

a large one.

he stuck his tongue into your soaked opening and licked, fucking you with his tongue as you clenched the sheets harder beneath you. “fuck, want…uhh, so fucking good!” you moan loudly, practically screaming.

he just keeps fucking you with his tongue, almost rutting his boxer clad erection into the mattress. he reached one hand down to rub his thumb over your clit, still fucking you with his tongue.

your back arches a little, as much as it can without you hurting yourself. a white knuckled grip on the mattress is all you have as he ravishes you, keeps his tongue and fingers working you into oblivion as you writhe and moan underneath him.

“leon! uhh…fuck…” you babble nonsense as you feel the coil start to build in your lower abdomen, you had never come this fast before. but the fact that you were pent up, more hormonal then usual and he was working you open with his skilled mouth and fingers…

you were fucked, figuratively and literally.

he took his tongue out of your opening moving the finger that was on your clit, down to your soaked opening. his fingers working you open now, sliding one in which causes you to release a long moan, his name rolling off of your tongue.

his mouth attaching itself to your clit and licking, sucking and swirling his tongue. he was smirking as he did it. knowing that he was gonna feel you come all over his fingers and face.

he could do this forever, keep you pregnant forever just so he could hear those pretty little sounds you made when you’d fall apart beneath him.

he kept moving his pointer finger in and out, swirling his tongue over your swollen clit as you moaned obscenely, thanking god and him and his mouth.

“just…yes! fuck! gonna cum!” you babble again, losing all rational thoughts as he continued to lick and rub and finger you. you felt helpless under his touch, but in the best way. the way that made you and the unborn baby inside of you feel safe and cherished, loved even.

he just kept it up, only breaking his licking at your clit to talk you through it, “good girl, pretty little wife gonna cum all over my fingers? huh?” he says with a raspy voice, his lips stained in a gloss of your arousal.

you moan softly in response and nod, your eyes fluttering open and shut, your pussy clenching around his fingers. pulling them out just to push another long inside of you and curl your fingers upwards until he found your magic spot.

you whine at that, smacking a hand down on the sheets underneath you. “there it is…” he muses in a low tone, “good girl, maybe if your really nice i’ll pump another baby into you tomorrow.” he says with a smirk.

you moan, “fuck…yes!” you yell out, the idea of him fucking you and promising to get you even more pregnant…it was making that band inside of you get closer to snapping.

“you’d like that wouldn’t you? filling you up with my big cock and pumping you full of my cum?” he teases as he keeps fucking you with his two fingers, the noise of your arousal would normally be a turn off but you were so close to release that you didn’t care anymore.

you moaned and nodded dumbly in response, his free hand sliding from your hip to rub over the swell of your belly. “pump another baby into you, fuck, you’d love that.” he says lowly.

“i-i would…fuck, want more babies…” you whine softly as you writhe more, some tears leaking out of your eyes. he almost growls at that, pumping his fingers harder inside of you and rubbing that sweet spot that makes you see stars.

he knew you were close, knew you were going to reach that point that made you all blissed out and needy. “cmon baby, come all over my fingers. know you can.” he encouraged with a kiss to your clit, his free hand still rubbing over your belly.

all it took was him talking more, working you up with his sweet words and his fingers hitting the mark over and over again inside of you. you moaned loudly, clenching around his fingers. your release coating all over his digits.

he didn’t say anything, just worked you through it until overstimulation set in, removing his fingers from you. he brought them both up and licked the release from his fingers.

you watched him with undivided attention, your eyes lazily opening and closing in the haze of your orgasm. he smiled softly and crawled from in between your legs to rest over you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“don’t you ever think for one second that i don’t want to fuck you, taste you or do that. i love you and i love making you fall apart. you being pregnant…has nothing to do with me holding off.” he says in a reassurance, pressing another small kiss to your lips.

being mindful as he leaned over you not to disturb the bump of your belly. your eyes locked on his as he looked down at you, “i’ve just been stressed and on edge with prepping for the baby. it’s had absolutely nothing to do with you being pregnant.” he says softly, reaching a hand up and running it through the hair at the base of your skull.

“your so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. i know you don’t see it these days. but you are even hotter now that your carrying my baby, our baby.” he explains with a gentle smile, making some water prick into your eyes.

“so don’t think for one second that i find you unattractive or that i’m teasing you on purpose.” he says with another small peck to your lips, “you understand me?”

you nod slowly as you look up at him, blinking the small amount of water away from your eyes. you should’ve never doubted him, should’ve never thought that about yourself.

and he hated that, hated that he made you doubt yourself and your body for one second. you were so beautiful, you were his and he loved you. he had loved you long before you both spoke your vows in front of god and each other.

he loved you so much, as much as you loved him. so he rolled off from hovering on top to you, cuddling his body next to yours, letting himself wrap his strong arms around your pregnant body.

he wanted to hold you close to his heart, he always did inside. he always kept you there because that’s where you deserved to be. you were his wife and the mother of his (soon to be) child.

he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, pulling the covers back up over you and him, cuddling you close. his hand rubbing over your belly with the fabric of his own t-shirt covering it. “your so very beautiful, baby. i love you so much. even when you don’t see it.” he says against the side of your head, pressing another kiss there.

you melted into his arms, your eyes fluttering close in exhaustion and in content. you didn’t feel so insecure and anxious anymore. you knew that he had been off, but he was just as stressed as you. he had to be, you were going to be a mom and he was going to be a dad.

it was a lot of pressure.

but as long as you both had each other, you knew you guys could do it. the rings on your hands symbolizing the best and worst parts of you and him, the parts that you accepted and promised to love forever.

and with him, it would never be scary. not if you had a husband like leon, and he would love you just as much as the baby inside of you.

it was a part of both of you, that could never be unloved. not if either of you had anything to say about it.

an: hope you guys enjoy. i couldn’t deny a double upload this week, my bad lol. i love you guys so much and i hope you enjoyed. happy friday!! i’m gonna be opening my requests again soon. i wrote this when i was ovulating so no harsh judgement. please reblog and like, kisses. xx.

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riza-jes · 3 months ago

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When Marco came to meet Ace's brothers. He was prepared for a lot of things. Especially with the news that was about to be announced. Specifically, one particular piece of news.

Ace’s expecting a baby. He's gonna be a daddy.

Another news that Marco is also the father of the baby.

And he has to tell Ace's overly loved and adored younger brothers that their twenty-two year old dearest older brother would make them uncles.

It should all go like a Vegapunk clock. Easy and fast.

And the reunion itself was going well enough.

«Luffy you hold, I hit. That lousy bird totally fucked up.»

Until they got to the main point.

Marco is in no way ashamed of the situation.

And he's not referring to the fact that his partner is pregnant (they were still in shock until the urgently summoned Bay confirmed it three times), but to the fact that he's being held in a tight vise, pressed by the Conqueror's will, and he's gonna be kicked with armament haki by two lousy guys

For the sake of accuracy, it should be noted that one lousy guy was announced as the new Emperor not so long ago (and the awakening of the devil fruit that turned out to be Mythical Zoan), and the other is the second face of the Revolutionary Army and the Dragon Emperor, who is praised on the verge of divinity and heroism.

However, Marco had hoped that the news of the birth of their precious Niii-chan's baby would slow them down a bit.

Things had turned out that way.

The Conqueror's will began to press harder, and the smile that had so brightly adorned the rubber man forever was replaced by an angry grimace.

The revolutionary on the contrary boasted an extremely wide grin.

«Guys, guys! It's okay, I want this. And don't do it again with Marco! It's good news, I'm having a baby! And you guys are going to be uncles!»

Thanks Ace. Perfect timing.

And just like that, instead of the pirate and revolutionary who eagerly wanted to ritually murder and mock the remains of Marco, appeared sobbing and wiping away tears of happiness with giant handkerchiefs, the snotty little brothers.

They threw Marco aside after Ace's words and rushed to their older brother for hugs and questions and requests to touch his already rounded belly, which had previously been hidden by a poncho.

#one piece #pregnancy au #asl brothers #marcoace #portgas d ace #pregnant ace #fanfic #drabble #protective Sabo #protective Luffy #mine

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randxmthxughts · 2 years ago

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Can't wait to meet you - Tsu'tey x pregnant!reader

summary: pregnant!reader having to reassure tsu'tey that he will be a great father, despite his fears

wc: 800

a/n: i have a long weekend and i'm planning to take full advantage of that. i promise, i'll get to writing dad!tsu'tey raising his babies, but before that i need some more tsu'tey just happily existing with his pregnant mate

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The thick, humid air of the night clung to your skin, leaving a sticky and uncomfortable trace all over your swollen body. Being so far along in your pregnancy, sharing a hammock with Tsu’tey was becoming increasingly cramped. His chest pressed tightly into your back and despite your attempts to shift your weight for a cooler spot, to no avail, it was too difficult to move. You let out a soft sigh, giving up on the idea, a trickle of sweat ran down your forehead. But as you tried to drift back to sleep, you heard Tsu’tey’s ragged breathing, and for a second you thought that he might be having a nightmare.

“Tsu’tey?” you whispered in case he was asleep.

Tsu’tey hummed in response behind you, signaling that he was wide awake. You turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of his profile in the dim moonlight. His eyes were open, staring up at the night sky.

With much effort, you turned around to lay on your other side and face him. Your big stomach immediately put a distance between your bodies, only brushing lightly against Tsu’tey’s core and bringing him out of his thoughts. You were exhausted, wishing to go back to sleep, but your mate losing sleep for the third night in the row was concerning, and it was about time that you comforted him.

“Go back to sleep, yawntu,” Tsu’tey mumbled, feeling a little guilty for your tired state.

He had to crane his neck awkwardly to lean down and plant a soft kiss on your forehead, something that he had gotten used to ever since your belly had grown in size.

“Why aren’t you asleep, Tsu’tey?” the grit in your voice sounded pleasantly sweet to his ears, “I can tell something is troubling you.”

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head lightly, his expression betraying his words.

“Please share with your muntxatu,” you offered, placing your palm on Tsu'tey's chest.

He softened at the gesture, covering your hand with his and squeezing it lightly. Your all-knowing warm gaze was like a gentle wind, slowly unraveling and peeling away each layer of fear and doubt he had been putting on for the past months.

“I am scared that… I won’t be good enough for her,” he confessed, his ears lowering in shame.

You blinked in confusion, tracing the soft glow of his freckles back to his eyes, that were unwilling to look at you. Your heart swelled at the realization that he was talking about your daughter.

“You have no reason to be scared, Tsu’tey, you will be everything she could ever wish for,” you scooted closer to him, as much as your body allowed you to.

“What if I’m not?” he let out a deep sigh, finally meeting your gaze with vulnerability reflecting in his own, “You know how I am, yawntu… I can be harsh sometimes. What if she sees that and gets scared? If she goes off running or gets lost, and I get angry with her, then what? I don’t want her to fear me… or hate me.”

“Your concern for her even before she's born shows how good of a father you will be, Tsu’,” you looked at him with a soft smile, “And I know you won't hurt her, just like you've never hurt me.”

“I will protect her with my whole heart if I need to. Both of you,” Tsu’tey declared, feeling it in his whole being.

And you knew he meant it. With every fiber in his body, Tsu’tey was committed to give his unborn child everything he could and more. His love for her was pouring out of every word he muttered, every gesture, every thought in his head.

“I know,” you hummed in contentment, “And both of us love you just for the way you are.”

His lips curled into a smile, and he leaned down to nuzzle your cheek, whispering a small ‘thank you.’ Tsu'tey rested his palm gently against your swollen belly, shifting to bring his face to the same level.

“Can’t wait to meet you,” he spoke softly to his unborn child, as you watched him with admiration.

Both of you felt a sudden movement from within your belly in response to his voice. Something small pressed against your skin, causing his eyes to widen, and Tsu’tey gently traced the imprint with his fingers, marveling at the sight he had already seen many times before.

“I think she’s saying it back,” you said. Tsu’tey nodded in satisfaction, pressing a kiss to your belly.

“I love you so much. Your mommy and you made me the happiest man alive, you know that?”

And just like a response, the baby kicked again, drawing out a laugh out of both of you.

“Feels like she’s going to talk back a lot when she learns how to,” you teased, smiling down at Tsu’tey.

“Going to be just like her mother,” he grinned back.

You rolled your eyes playfully but the smile on your lips widened. Seeing your mate so happy over your shared love was something you could never grow tired of.

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enemiestolovershoe · 1 month ago

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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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