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Birthday

Aaagh! I forgot to publish this on April 1st for Eddie's birthday!!! Well, happy birthday, Eddie Nygma! I love you!

Nygmobblepot Mpreg birthday oneshot

Oswald POV

I wake up to an unusually sunny and clear-skyed gotham spring day. It's going to be a perfect lazy saturday afternoon. I  find Ed wrapped around me with his head on my shoulder, sleeping peacefully. I smile fondly at my sleeping husband, enjoying the blissful nothingness for several minutes.

Then I remember what day it is. Eddie's birthday... I carefully slip out of bed, quietly sneaking out of the room and down the hall to the room where I hid his presents. I pick up the 3 small packages and carry them downstairs, setting them on the coffee table. I hobble into the kitchen, turning on the lights and walking over to the fridge, grabbing the eggs and the milk. I get started on some french toast, mixing up the milk, eggs, and cinnamon. I dip the bread in the mixture, carefully dropping it in the frying pan. A few minutes later, it's all done. I plate it up and set it out on the stovetop. Suddenly the now familiar wave of nausea hits me again and I run to the bathroom. After throwing up for several minutes, I sit down on the floor, recovering. I smile down at my belly, reminding myself that the morning sickness is worth it.

"I'll tell daddy today. You'll be the real present, little baby." I say warmly, rubbing my belly. I pull myself to my feet, walking out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen to finish with breakfast.

A few minutes later, I hear him coming down the stairs. I hear his all-too familiar yawn as he enters the kitchen.

"Morning, Ozzie." He says warmly, grinning as he walks over to me.

"Morning, Eddie. Happy birthday." I say warmly gazing up at him. His beautiful brown eyes light up like christmas lights.

"You remembered!" He says happily, smiling like a little kid.

"Yep, and I made your favorite. French toast." I say warmly, smiling up at him. God, he's gorgeous...

"Thank you. Gosh, you are just so amazing. My parents never celebrated my birthday. I only know when it is because it's on my birth certificate." He says warmly, looking at me with all the love, reverence, wonder, and adoration in the world.

"Come on. Let's go have breakfast in the living room. We can open your presents." I say warmly, grabbing our plates and walking past him.

"Yes! Presents!" He says happily, running out past me into the living room. He sits down on the couch, bouncing in his seat like a little kid. I sigh, chuckling as I set our plates down on the coffee table next to his presents, which are wrapped in green.

"Here, you can open this one first." I say, handing him the small one. He tears the wrapping paper off hastily. His eyes light up and he smiles at the gift inside. A beautiful, expensive watch with a green question mark on it.

"I love it. Thank you, Ozzie." He says warmly, smiling at me. He takes the watch out of the box, wrapping it around his wrist.

"Here's another one." I say, handing him the medium sized one. He opens it up and gasps at the green dress shirt folded carefully inside.

"I know how much you love green. I had it custom made. It's also made of bullet proof material, so...you can get shot and survive with just a few bruises, maybe a bruised rib. Still better than a gunshot wound, though." I say quietly, still not wanting to think about him getting shot even if he is wearing this shirt.

"This is amazing. That's so neat, Ozzie. Thank you." He says warmly, picking the shirt up and looking at it for a moment before putting it back in the box.