Pregnant! Reader X 2P! FACE
Hehe-Didn’t See That Coming!
Slight Cuss! Somewhat.
A small screech filled the air before going silent, the streets empty of anyone. Except for the few bodies that littered the alley, no one was about. Everyone knew to stay indoors and be still in the nightly hours. Only because of them.
The group traipsed with leisurely peace, a few snide comments shared as they headed home. It had been a rather successful raid and with weapons brandishing a layer of crimson, they had matching smiles on their faces. (Hehe..)
Going through the door with a bang, France instantly went for the wine bottle chilling in ice for him, dropping his sledgehammer without a care. As he popped the cork and took a gulp, you came up beside him, gently leaning against the doorway to the kitchen.
“How did it go?” You asked, smiling at Matt and Al as they pushed each other around in a…bromantical way. Oliver started to berate them on their behaviors, saying they should act mature around you in your state of being. Al just flipped the bird as Matt rolled his eyes behind his shades.
“It went well, better then other nights.” Francis said lazily, not really interested in much.
“Yes, it did go well!” Flicking his butcher knife around, Oliver’s eyes were still light up with pink and blue, insanity practically dripping from those orbs. “But how are you love? Has the nausea stopped?”
You nodded, patting your oversized belly that took up a good portion of your black sweater as he neared. He was getting worried lately, your due date coming up and the constant throwing up that followed since the beginning was dehydrating you. But after some ginger chews you felt much better, beaming with a mother’s glow.
“Oh yes, your remedies are simply divine Olly! And I was even able to eat some cupcakes while you all were away.”
This made the man’s night, his adorable smile intensified by his freckles. This was why you were with them, to not only be closer to the men who protected you after your boyfriends death, but to be surrounded by the funniest and most caring people you’ve ever known. All of them, including the ones from other places had taken you in like family and have protected you and your unborn child from the harshness of the world and lonesomeness. It made your life so much better to be around them all, even with their tenacious tendencies.
“Hey!” Like this.
Matt poked his head out from the kitchen, Al grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Where are my pancakes _____?” You giggled at his need for those fluffy disks.
“I made them for you like I promised. They’re all in the microwave.”
He wandered over there, a silly grin on his face when he eyed the tower of awesomeness.
“Thanks Maple Leaf.” He called, already headed for the syrup as Al came back out. Oliver went to change, as a rather large blood stain oozed down his icy blue bowtie, and wanting to be more cleanly. By surprise, the brunette hugged you from behind, tickling your stomach in the process.
“Come on little man! I’m getting tired of waiting for you, and I miss your mother coming with us.” He called down, propping his bloody bat beside a stained hockey stick. He nuzzled your neck, causing another giggle to escape.
“Al that really tickles!” You laughed, only to soon have your waist held by the blonde Canadian as he leaded his face against the mass. He was listening with intensity, almost able to hear the second heart beat.
“My bro’s right. We want you now, so come on. I’ll even share my pancakes.” Matt was waiting communication as the fifth of the family returned, looking spiffily at you three.
“Aww, I want to join!” He ran over and glomped you all gently, a muffled curse leaving Al’s mouth. “That’s my foot you’re stepping on!” All Olly did was hold out the curse jar, a few coins soon making the journey down into the almost filled container.
“So, what are we going to do tomorrow?” You questioned, collapsing dramatically on the couch opposite of the French man getting drunk. He just shrugged, his eye lids half closed. He was all relaxed now, splayed out in an awkward manner.
“Luciano suggested coming by after picking Lutz up from the airport. The others are all out on business, so I told him he could spend some time here for you.” He said. “I was going to go get some things done around the bar before going to Matt’s game. Oliver said something about…..”
“Oh yes! I have to go get ingredients from the market later.” He sat beside you, cuddling you sweetly. “More cupcakes for the bakery and such.”
“Aw, how is that doing, since last week was all birthday orders?” You asked.
The conversation went around for an hour in a boringish manner before you left for bed, swiftly falling asleep as you touched the pillow. Sweet dreams filled your head till a sharp pain shot up your spine, forcing you awake. You sat up, a small whine filling your chest. It was a burning pain in your gut, icy chills of fear tingling your half awake head.
Getting up proved difficult, rocking slowly over to the edge before getting off. A large wet puddle was encasing the lower parts of your sweats, drops splattering to the floor. The sight threw you off guard.
Oliver’s room was closest, and the easiest to access because of the tidiness. You opened the door, leaning heavily against the frame.
“O-oliver…” You huffed, trying to breath steadily.
He stirred from sleep, tufts of strawberry blonde sticking up adorably. His eyes widened at your state, huge iris of powder blue as he jumped up and dashed over. Fear overtook him at your sight.
“Poppet, what’s wrong?? Are you sick again?”
“No Olly….M-my water broke.”
In an instant he was whirling into Matt and then Al’s room, practically off his rocker about the situation as you stumbled into the living room for the couch. Surprisingly, Francis was still awake, reading in the same place. He looked over at you, and grinned deviously.
“Hmmmph. So much for begging him to come earlier.” He stated, definitely drunk, to your sarcastic surprise. Great, what use he will make with the night.
Al yawned, shambling into the room. “Why is Oliver freaking out? He came in, the idiot, and woke me with gibberish language. Scottish I think. Or pirate.” He looked at the state of your pants and cracked a goofy grin. “_____, did you seriously have an accident?”
“Al,” You calmly began, sliding onto the seat cushion with stifled ease. “I love you, but you really are a moron some times.”
“What?! I was asking a legit-” He paused, realization hitting him like a sack of buttered socks. He looked at you, your pants, then gestured back to Oliver who came charging around the corner. Pausing, he nodded, before absolutely freaking out. (More then Oliver did.)
“Oh my Faking God, he’s Coming!!!!!!!!!” Al spun around and slammed into the equally freaked Matt, both cussing loudly from the body slam. They jumped up, one diving for the phone as the other helped Oliver grab some overnight bags.
Francis just sat there, still reading and not giving a shiz.
“Everyone to the car!!” Matt yelled, grabbing you bridal style and flying out the door. Oliver followed in pursuit, carrying many bags and calling everyone as Al dragged Francis by his arms, then his feet.
The wild drive to the hospital put all other car races to shame, making it there in record time considering the state of your four friends. No doubt they would get arrested after it all ended. Oliver demanded every nurse to see and check over you when you all got in, Al protectively guarding you as Matt tried to sober his father up. It was not going well, because he came back into the room later with a swelling bruise on his chin.
After some ice was handed out, you were rushed into the back, waves of pain pooling in your lower regions as a stronger contraction came, making you howl in pain. That sent even Francis up, about to knock some doctors teeth out for touching you.
“Another day, bass turd!!” He yelled, held back by some security guards. This was making the situation even worse, as Oliver was yelling at everyone to get there tails over to the hospital on his cell, and both brothers struggling to remain sane surrounded by so many people.
Many minutes into the beginning labor process, everyone had calmed enough to be in the room, offering encouragement and helping out with the breathing and somewhat cursing. It was hour or so later that with one final push, it was over. You fell back, completely run over by everything as Al and Matt whooped and Oliver beamed. Francis had to go throw up in the bathroom, mostly because of the alcohol than the procedure.
“I-is it a boy-y or a girl?...” You asked, a heavy sleepiness almost overtaking you.
“It a boy, love! A pretty little boy!!” Oliver said, kissing your cheek as the nurse came around with the bundle. She handed him to you, and much to your surprise, he looked like a blended child of the four men surrounding your bed. He looked up at you with surprise, cooing softly at you with glee.
“My precious baby.”
“And our newest brother!” Matt and Al cheered, slapping high fives to each other.
Francis winked at you, psychically knowing what you saw in the blue blanket as Oliver crooned about his cuteness. He nearly fell over dead when you offered him to hold the baby, giggling and laughing with the child as he cradled him sweetly.
“You’re going to make a wonderful mother, ______.” You turned to look up at Lutz, the German staring down at you with violet eyes full of joy. Out of them all, you were ecstatic that he finally made it.
“I’m so happy to see you, Big Brother.” You said softly, hugging him as your only living relative got a hold of his nephew. He was a very emotionless man, but for now he was grinning with the happiness of a father, lovingly holding the baby carefully.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t faster, but you know how it is. Busy keeping the business from falling apart and such. And traffic gets the worst of me.” Of course, you knew, but just enjoyed his company for this moment. Because nothing was better than sharing this moment with those you loved, and being surrounded by that forever.
“Hey wait? Where’s Gilbert??”