Please Stay - Aoba x Reader (DRAMAtical Murder)

Aoba... 🙂

"Uhh fuck... I feel like shit."

"Babe are you okay?" Aoba sits up beside me.

"I'm okay just feel like crap."

He pulls me into his lap, "why don't you stay home today. I'll call work for you."

"No, I can't have a day off. I've felt worse before."

"(Y/N) I think you should stay. Or at least go see the doctors."

"I don't need to see a doctor. They don't know what they're doing. A medic knows more and is better."

"Aren't they the same thing?"

"No, a medic also has field experience."

"Haha, okay. Stay home and take it easy okay."

"I'll go wor -" I rush to the toilet.

"(Y/N) are you okay?" Aoba comes in, hold my hair.

Try not to fall in the toilet. "Uhh, I might stay home..."

"That'll be a good idea. I'll ring work."

I sit back, "thanks Aoba."

"I'll ring Gram let her know you're not feeling well. She can come check up on you."

"You don't need to bother Gran. I'll stay in bed, drink plenty of water."

"Are you sure? Gram won't mind."

"I'm sure, I need to wash my mouth out."

Aoba helps me up. Get rid of that taste, go back to bed. Aoba comes in with water and toast.

"Don't push yourself."

"Thank you, can I have a kiss?"

"Of course," he gently kisses me. "Better?"

"Much better."

Aoba gets ready to go, always coming in checking up on me. He comes in, kisses me goodbye. He said he'll get me some lemonade, drop in on one of his deliveries.

As the morning went on slowly started to feel better. Still felt a little woozy, I did a few things around the place.

"(Y/N) how are you feeling?" Fang follows behind me.

"Still a little woozy, I'll be okay."

She comes around stands in front of me. "(Y/N) can we talk?"

"Of course, what did you want to talk about?"

"You're getting bigger."

"Excuse me?"

"Your breast have gotten bigger."

I look down in my shirt, "they do look a little bigger. Our movie nights have had more junk food. I have been a little slack on exercising lately."

"(Y/N)..."

"I know Kommandant wouldn't be impressed."

"You say Aoba stupid..."

"I say it in a nice way."

"When was your last period?"

"It was last month."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Try two months ago..."

"No, it hasn't been that long."

"(Y/N) my formal body I could do everything war-related. One thing that wasn't was tracking your period. I've been keeping track of your period since the start. In all that time, you have not missed a period. Until now, you've missed two periods. (Y/N) you're pregnant, at least eight weeks."