Corpse Husband One-shots

Unconditionally. Completely. Infinitely. *

Author: https://thefanficmonster.tumblr.com/

Corpse Husband x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Five months in and Y/N is not having such a nice time with the tenant that's living inside her. She loves the company and wouldn't exchange it for the whole world, but all the disadvantages are getting more annoying with each passing day. No worries, she's not tackling it alone. Her amazing boyfriend, soon to be fiancé has her back.

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"How are you doing, babe?" This is his third time checking up on me in the last forty minutes and it's downright hilarious. Since I can't drink, for obvious reasons, I shoot my group chat a quick text to take a shot every time Corpse drops by to make sure I haven't chewed off my own arm in frustration.

I've been chilling with a bun in the oven for about five and a half months now and it feels like I'm climbing a mountain that never stops getting steeper. I've progressively gotten more passive aggressive and cranky as though I myself am a baby. I think I'd be more aggressive and less passive if I could stand on my two legs without the room spinning right round. If I do manage to stand up, my feet won't let me remain in that position for too long. I've heard foot massages help but to me that sounds like hell - I don't like massages and especially not foot massages. I'd appreciate it if no hands came in contact with them, thank you.

"Yeah, I'm good. Don't worry about me, I'm not that helpless." I give him a reassuring thumbs up. "Go do something fun, babe. Heck, do it twice - one time on my behalf. I don't want you stuck with me like this."

I've been trying my hardest to be my regular cheery self around Corpse. He's been nothing but sweet, supportive and loving since day one and he doesn't deserve to see me during my low points where my frustration is through the roof. Sure, this was kind of an oopsie for the both of us, but I'll never forget how happy he was when I told him.

"So, you say it's mine, huh?" He jokes like this every now and then, never failing to get a giggle out of me.

"I don't leave the house, silly! Of course it's yours." Is my usual response. And it's true. I really don't leave the house. I didn't leave it before and I can't leave it even if I wanted to now. The pregnancy is hitting me hard and I spend almost all my days in bed.

It's not a pleasing sight and I try to spare Corpse as much as I can. I try not to ask for too much from him, or from anyone really. I know I can do most of the things, if not everything, on my own, so why bother my loved ones to have to deal with my messy self.

"I'm not stuck, Y/N. I want to be here." He sits down next to me, "Plus, playing video games without you isn't fun."

I automatically cuddle up to him when he gets settled on the bed, resting my head on his chest, "Aw I miss play with you. But right now all of my little bit of energy is concentrated on not falling over whenever I stand up." I start absentmindedly tracing abstract patterns on his chest, "Who knew that in order to develop a human you lose the ability to function as human yourself? I feel like a whale washed up on land. Big, tired and sad."

He snorts, restraining his laughter just in case it might piss me off. He's such a sweetheart, but he should know it would take a lot for him to piss me off. Even in this state. "How can I help? I'd do anything, you just tell me what. Maybe a mass-..." I lift my head to give him the well known finish-that-sentence-I-dare-you glare. "Maybe not..."

Suddenly, I feel pressure on both my temples. It's not yet pain, but I know it will get there soon. I cringe as I force myself to remove my hand from Corpse's chest, reaching towards the nightstand where there's always Advil and at least two small bottles of water. I swallow one pill and chase it with a long gulp of water, making a mental note to take another if the pain doesn't go away in 30-40 minutes.

"You know how you can help me?" I say, carefully adjusting my position so the both of us are comfortable, "Distract me. Talk to me. Tell me how you see the future with this misfit that's already giving me headaches."

He chuckles, the noise vibrating throughout his chest. I can hear the speed on his heartbeat change - it has quickened. I can only write that off as excitement when he speaks: "I don't think the headaches will go away. I have a frightening feeling they're just gonna get worse. A lot more sleeplessness, but a lot less vomiting. A lot more standing up and walking around. A lot more smiles and laughter. More of our friends at out house. Who am I kidding? Rae alone will invade the entire house just to spend time with the baby. You and I be damned."

I find myself visualizing every detail he describes, all the pictures so vivid and so realistic. A smile spreads on my face as I let myself get transported into Corpse's version of the future. To be honest, his version is almost the exact same as mine, "If she's so occupied with the baby, maybe we'll be able to dip out for a date night every now and then. We may be parents, but we're not even in our mid-twenties yet." I sigh, closing my eyes for a second, "I now regret not leaving the house more often while I could, you know?"

"Oddly enough, I do too. I feel like I haven't taken you on enough proper dates. We didn't seen enough of the world while we had zero responsibilities, it almost feels like it's too late now."

I frown, sitting up to be at eye level with him. I gently rest my hand on his cheek, making sure he doesn't try to avoid eye contact. "Listen here: Fuck the date nights and fuck the responsibilities. I wouldn't mind being stuck in a single room if you're there with me." I think for a second. Deciding not to make the conversation too serious, I add, "That is if we have food and water. Wouldn't want you to turn into a cannibal on me."

He smiles, "I'd never and you know it." I'm aware his response refers to both halves of my statement, putting my mind at ease.

Having sent my message across and having it well received, I sink back down in my previous position. His hand travels to my hair, his fingers combing through it carefully and sweetly, giving me that feeling of being in a bubble of love and safety. His touch has the ability to calm me down, comfort me, encourage me. He is my guiding light through the fog that represents the confusion from all the pain and exhaustion I've been suffering through recently. I know those bad sensations will pass, but the power he has over me is forever.

Him and I are forever. Well, Him and I and a new addition in the next four months.

"I love you so much, Y/N." He whispers, cutting through the comfortable silence.

"I love you too, Corpse." I whisper back.

"I hope our baby is like you. I hope it'll be smart like you. Talk like you, act like you, look like you." He trails of, his voice wavering.

"I hope it'll sound like you." I say mischievously, hiding my smirk in the fabric of his shirt

He laughs, "Sure, unless it's a girl."

"Are you kidding me?" I giggle, "Especially if it's a girl."

His laughter rings in my ears, reminding me there's always gonna be something to hold onto when you're in pain. Be it his laughter, his touch, the look in his eyes. I'll always have him there to relieve my pain. To take my mind off all my troubles. To love me.

And for me to love him right back.

Unconditionally. Completely. Infinitely.

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Okay so I was not prepared for this book to actually sort of pop off-

lit lmao

-Sylvia

me btw