Strawberry Lipstick - Y.B Imagines

baby

requested by calmwildflowers

desc: you find out you're pregnant and you know it's your ex's child. you think dom will be mad but he really isn't. actually, really quite the opposite.

your hand shook at the test in your hand. positive. no. no. no. this wasn't true, this wasn't real. you were pregnant and it wasn't doms. you weren't cheating but you knew it was your exes. you were in a long term relationship before dom.

and you were trying for a baby at the time. but when he moved across the world and you couldn't, you knew it was time to call off the relationship. it was on good-ish terms, he wasn't pissed but wanted to move on from that time of life.

you'd pretty quickly got with dom and now you were pregnant. great. your eyes filled with tears. fuck. fuck. fuck. "love?" dom asked at the door. you couldn't hide it. you opened the door. "what's wrong love?" he asked, worried.

you passed him the test. he was so confused, he thought it might've been some sort of sick joke. you sat him down to explain. "me and my ex were trying for a baby when we were together, b-but i didn't think we'd succeeded" you muttered

dom was clearly listening, he wasn't pissed. "a-and we broke up, and i'm only showing now, but i wasn't cheating, i wasn't!" you said adamantly. the first thing dom did was hug you tightly. "oh it's ok darling" he said.

you felt yourself unclench. that was what you needed. what you needed so bad. god. "it's ok, whether it's from me or someone else" dom says. "anyways, he looks at me like so at least the kid will look a little like me" dom said.

you laughed loudly. "and the doncaster accent's adoptable" you giggled. dom lay down next to you and lifted up the bottom of your shirt. he kissed your stomach and began talking to the baby. "hello my little british baby" he cooed.

you smiled as he kept kissing your stomach repeatedly and consistently talking to the baby. you smiled. he'd be such a good dad. then his face lit up. he looked like he'd had a lightbulb idea. he ran downstairs.

he came back with his guitar and your heart melted as you knew what he was about to do. he sat right by your stomach and began playing his guitar and singing. he was singing love song to the baby.

this made your heart melt when you realised what some of the lyrics were. "i guess we belong to each other", "i swear that i'm doing my best", "i won't let you down", etc. he finished and then looked up at you. "i love you so so much" he said, kissing your cheek now.

"does your ex know?" he asked. you nodded. "he said he doesn't want to raise the kid, so he's more than happy to have you be the dad" you said. it seemed to hit dom there. "god,," he said. "what?" you asked, holding your stomach.

"i'm going to be a dad" he said. "i'm going to be a dad" he repeated and a smile spread on his face. "I AM!!" he said excitedly, jumping up and down cheering. you rolled your eyes, he was like a big baby sometimes.

after a while, dom said he was going to do something, but you needed to stay in the bedroom. you accepted as you cradled your stomach. that'd been a new trait that you'd adopted. your baby bump was beginning to show now.

"finished!" dom said as you got up. he led you to the bathroom. he'd run you a warm bubble bath with a bath bomb, candles all over the room. "aww, baby, thank you" you said, kissing his cheek. 

" i can wash your hair if you want" dom offered. you smiled. "i'll call you when i want you" you said. he was ok with that and he left the bathroom. you got into the bath and just cleaned yourself off a little bit.

then you called for dom who quickly came into the bathroom. he washed your hair for you and also wanting to help the baby, washed your stomach for you, taking his time and massaging your womb softly.

you got out of the bath and dom went downstairs. you went to the bedroom and got dressed. "dom!" you called back. dom came in. "yes my angel?" he called. you smiled. you could really get used to how affectionate he was being.

*time skip of 9 months*

dom's knee shook as he sat in the hospital chair. your labour was due but you'd been rushed into emergency c-section. but thank god, you and your baby were okay. and dom was now finally getting to hold his baby.

you'd had a beautiful baby girl, anabelle. and dom couldn't wait. "mate you're like a fucking jelly right now" tom said. "you're surprisingly calm for a new godfather" dom added. "you can come in now" a nurse said.

dom took a deep breath before walking into the room. immediately, he lost his breath. you were sitting up in bed, holding anabelle. his eyes watered. you smiled as dom sat next to you. he held your hand.

"anabelle, this is your dad" you said. instantly, he was fully crying now. there she was, his perfect little british baby girl. and then he noticed two distinct features. he had your exact eyes, just a slightly different colour.

and she had his nose. his little button nose. "wanna hold her?" you asked. he nodded repeatedly. you passed her to him. he held her gently, holding her in his arms. her tiny hand reached out to get dom.

she wrapped her whole hand around his pinkie finger and held on like her life depended on it. "hello" dom said excitedly. she made a few babbling noises and her lips spluttered though dom just smiled.

he looked up, seeing the two girls that were most important to him. it was perfect.