I Love Him, Dad ( MiguelxRobby)

Chapter Eight - "Small Bump"

(TW: mentions of rape. miscarriage.)

Robby's POV

I'm officially 8 weeks pregnant now. There's just a few more weeks until we can safely tell the rest of our family and friends.

Miguel has made excuses for me at the dojo as to why I'm not there. I'm sure nobody really cares. He's also making sure I take all my vitamins and eat at least twice a day. Morning sickness is still a bitch though. They should rename it 'all day sickness'.

Anyways, I just finished throwing up for the second time this morning and now I'm sitting on the couch waiting for Miguel. He couldn't sleep over last night and it was weird sleeping alone.

Ever since I told Miguel I was pregnant, he's been very touchy and he never wants to leave my side. I mean I'm not complaining..I love his attention. I'm just not used to it.

"Hey babe, I'm sorry I tried to make it over as soon as I could." Miguel's rambles out as he walks in, startling me.

"It's okay." I smile small as he sits next me, immediately putting his hand on my belly.

"How's your morning sickness?" he asks, rubbing my belly gently.

I roll my eyes, "Ughh..I'm over it. I've thrown up like twice today."

He frown, "I guess that means you haven't eaten yet."

I shake my head, "I was going to then...baby said no."

He cracks a smile then kisses my stomach softly, "I'll make us breakfast, yeah?"

I nod, "Thanks babe."

"Anything for my babies." he smiles, walking over to the kitchen area,"Pancakes orrr eggs?"

"Don't-don't say eggs." I bit my lip feeling the bile rise in my throat.

I then hurry to the bathroom, throwing up literally just stomach acid at this point. Soon enough I feel a warm hand rubbing my back. I spit a few times before wiping my mouth on my sleeve.

" I'm sorry babe." miggy whispers, kissing my forehead.

I sigh, "It's fine. I'm getting used to it. I'll all be worth it, right?"

"Definitely. Cmon, let's get you cleaned up and you two some food." he smiles small, helping me up and over to the sink. He kisses my cheek, "I'll be right in the kitchen if you me."

I nod as he leaves the bathroom. I sigh once more before I wash my face from the old tears then brush my teeth. Looking at myself in the mirror, I tear up. I wish I could feel better about myself...about this pregnancy. I feel happy about the baby, but I can't help but feel like something isn't right. Maybe I'm just too caught up in my head.

I wipe my eyes, resting my hands on my stomach,"I wish I could feel you move.. I wish I knew if you were okay.."

"Babe?" I hear Miguel ask.

I shake my head, walking out of the bathroom and sitting on the counter in front of him, "Yeah?"

He hugs me gently. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I breathe in his scent of fresh laundry and mild cologne. We stay like that for a while.

He only pulls away when the stove timer beeps. He flips the pancakes onto a plate before handing it to me.

"Thanks Miggy.." I sigh looking my plate.

"You can do this. Just take your time lovebug." he says gently, kissing my forehead again.

I nod, slowly eating a piece of a pancake. He smile as he eats his,"Good job baby."