𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 [ 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 ] ❜

𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑀𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦

𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ - 𝑅𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑌/𝑁 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦

Inspired by: One For My Baby ~ Robbie Williams

Yes, it's been a while, again! But I am back! Sorry for another pregnancy related oneshot but I'm a bit obsessed at the moment-
Anyway, enjoy xxx

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We're drinking my friend

To the end

Of a brief episode

Make it one for my baby

A bathroom, Sweden, 2017

Y/N is pregnant. Robbie knows that.

Y/N doesn't. She and Robbie are together on the European leg of The Heavy Entertainment Show tour, and he is absolutely positive that his wife, the love of his life, is pregnant. The certainty in this discovery surprises him, considering Robbie is still not sure if he could identify a cucumber if asked.

But somehow, he can just tell. He's always been able to read his wife like a book, having known her since he was just fifteen, and Robbie can see that she's literally glowing, more radiant than he'd ever seen her. Frankly he didn't think it was possible for Y/N to get anymore beautiful, but she had, and he knew it was because she was carrying a baby. His baby. Their baby. The baby they had been trying for and wanting since they got married ten years ago.

Y/N, though, had never been around a pregnant person before, and had no idea that a little baby Williams was blooming inside of her.

That is until one night, while Robbie is performing One For My Baby, Chris Heath finds her throwing up in one of the dingy stadium toilet cubicles. Having been following the couple's lives everyday for his brand new Robbie Williams autobiography, he too had noticed a change in Y/N. When the heaving eventually stops, Chris just stares at her, a strange mix of emotions in his eyes.

"What?" She asks, a little breathless.

"Are you pregnant?" He whispers curiously. "Its just, Rob's been telling me that he thinks you're glowing, and, I have to say, I agree with him."

Y/N mulls this over briefly, daring a glance down at her belly, and then back up at Chris. Pregnant? No she couldn't be. That's what she took birth control to stop happening. Mum had promised her that. But there was something about the way Chris was looking at her then that just-

"Am I pregnant?" Chris lets out a nervous laugh and passes her a white stick. A pregnancy test.

"Let's found out, love."

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Less than five minutes later, the test is done. Y/N is pregnant, and she's never been more excited yet terrified at the same time. The moment she sees the two red lines, she bursts into tears, collapsing into Chris. The man is unsure what to do, awkwardly holding her until Robbie finishes his concert and finds them both on the grotty Swedish toilet floor.

"Baby." He coos softly when he walks into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around her trembling frame. "Shhh you're good baby, I got you, it's gonna be ok baby."

"Baby." Y/N groans, a fresh pool of tears running down her face. Robbie frowns, it only dawning on him when Chris motions towards the discarded test as he scurries away, leaving the couple alone.

"I thought this was what you wanted?" Robbie laughs, and she has no choice but to nod in agreement.

After all, getting pregnant was the one thing she had dreamt of since marrying Robbie. The thought of starting a family with this man, this wonderful man, she loved more than anything made her heart soar and flutter, like she was a teenager with a crush all over again. But fuck, she's so scared, and Robbie's probably going to hate her for this, getting pregnant in the middle of a tour.  Time and time again, he's told her he doesn't want a baby on tour, but she's only gone and got pregnant right at the start of one for gods sake. He definitely hates her now.

She explains all of this to him between sobs, with her head buried in his chest, barely understandable. But Robbie hears. He always does.

"Sweetheart." He coos, and she cries harder. "I could never hate you, you know that."

He lifts her head from his chest gently, cupping her flushed cheeks and pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Breathe baby."

Y/N listens because she knows if she keeps this up he'll get her inhaler out, and that just reminds her of being a teenager again, a time she'd definitely rather forget. Robbie watches her in his arms as she takes deep breaths. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.

"You're so beautiful darling." He breaths, eyes darting between her wide chocolate eyes and worried red lips. "Fuck, you're literally stunning."

Y/N's eyes flutter shut contently when Robbie pushes her blouse up, resting his palm against her slightly swollen belly with a longing glint in his emarald orbs.

"You're glowing baby." He rests his forehead against hers, his hot breath fanning her face. Carrying my baby. You look so beautiful with my baby inside you."

Y/N squirms happily, and finds her husband's mouth with her own. She knows it must be early on the pregnancy, but she swears there's a little flutter in her stomach as they share a tender kiss. Baby Williams must live for Robbie's attention too.

From that night, pregnant Y/N is in full force. She wears her tightest tshirts to show off the bump, telling everyone and anyone she sees the wonderful news.

Robbie continues to tour, but is still able to make every doctors appointment, and dotes on his wife all through the day. While performing, she is left under the watchful eye of his security guards while he tells every single one of his audiences that he's now an expectant father. He's so genuinely excited, and it makes Y/N love him impossibly more.

They'd been waiting ten years for this moment - every negative test, every worrisome appointment, every morbid warning, was worth it to get to here.

Robbie is taken aback every time he looks at his wife, because fuck, she's so beautiful, and he never expected it. The breath is knocked out of him everytime she walks in the room, grinning and glowing like the sun. He expects to feel stressed and overwhelmed, which of course some days he does, but watching Y/N flaunt her belly so proudly calms him down in a way he can't quite explain. It fills him with warmth, happiness and unconditional love for the woman he married. As if everything in their life was leading up to this exact moment and that the stars really did align when the cold metal of his wedding ring presses against Y/N's skin and the baby kicks.

He feels like Y/N is the only woman he'll ever love, in every universe, and that everyone in the galaxy knows it.

Including Baby Williams.

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I want Robbie Williams to be my baby daddy.
That's all I have to say-
Thanks for reading♡︎