The Song of Shifting Sands (Gaara x Reader)

Couple Fluff

Just some sweet fluff (with a touch of smexiness) to make this story a bit longer :)
(I know I'm very late updating this lmao)

Christmas:

Y/N's POV:
You were sat by the Christmas tree, cradling a glass of wine to your chest. You were busy internally battling with yourself. You see, Gaara's reactions to unwanted information can sometimes be... Unexpected. He had never hurt you when he raged, but you had seen him get angry at the council before. For perfectly legitimate reasons, but still... You had to wonder if that would be you one day.

You sighed, taking a small sip of the dark red liquid. He was out of the room for now, but would undoubtedly return within time. 

As if reading your mind, he appeared in the doorway. He was wearing a matching sweater to yours, and a soft smile played on his lips as he looked at you perched on the sofa. 

"Hello Y/N, my beautiful soon-to-be wife."
You smiled back, but it was slightly withdrawn. He noticed immediately and was instantly beside you. 
"Y/N? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"
He panicked, one of his hands coming up to brush your cheek. Noticing it slightly wet, he gasped and brushed his hand more rapidly over your face as if to rid it of the single tear that had escaped. 
"No, no Gaara, you did nothing wrong." You replied, looking away.
He frowned, his face going a little pouty. 
"Y/N, please tell me." He said, his hands taking your empty hand that wasn't holding the wine glass.

You sighed before opening your mouth. You could never resist his pouty face.
"Just...  Kiss me first? I don't know how you'll react to this."
Without any hesitation, he closed his eyes and leaned forwards, his lips meeting with yours. It was a sweet moment of contact, satisfying enough in case this went wrong; in case it was to be your last.

You both pulled away, and you took a quick breath before announcing.
"Gaara, I'm pregnant."
He froze up, his sweet smile dropping from his lips to reveal an utterly shocked, pallid expression. It was what you were afraid of. You felt tears come to your eyes and you pulled your hand out of his grip.

"I'm sor-"
You cut yourself off as he came closer, slipping the wine glass out of your hand so he could shatter it against the wall. The fragile material shattered, sending little grains of glass... No, sand, flying everywhere, the sofa was now stained with the red liquid that now dripped from both of your faces. You gasped, shuddering. He turned back to you, but there was no disdain in his expression. Only... A touch of wonder? He came closer to you, and you made no move to step away. 

Moving closer, he braced both of his hands on your hips and, pressing his forehead against yours, successfully lifted your face up to meet his lips. His lips tasted like the wine he'd just wasted. Your eyes closed and he slowly ground himself against you. "A-Ah..." Your mouth fell open as his lips left yours to graze against your wine-covered neck.

His head fell to the side to look up at you, and you opened your eyes slowly to look at him. A smirk played on his lips. It reminded you of a scene a long time ago. 
"That's good news." He murmured, turning back to your neck and closing his eyes. You flushed, and sank against him in relief. 
"Can we continue now?" You spoke, and he grinned at you, eyeing your wine-stained clothing.
"Of course."