Corpse Husband x Reader Oneshots

Don't Tell Him (part 2)

A/N: a few people asked me for a part 2 to my last story, so here you go! Sorry it's bad :/

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(Your POV)

"Y/N, it's alright. They're looking around New York, not anywhere near we are. We're in Colorado Springs. That's thousands of miles away." he sighs out, sitting on the bed.

"We're literally on the fucking run, Corpse! What if we run into a cop? What if we get caught?"

"Baby, we won't. Just chill for a moment." He seemed calm, but I could tell he was just as scared as I.

I took a breath, before wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my chin on top of his head. "I'm sorry. I just don't know what we're going to do."

"I don't either. And that's the scary part." Corpse admits, tilting his head up and kissing my jawline. "But it's going to be alright. The two of us... we're strong together. We've been through a lot of shit, and this isn't any different. Promise."

"Pinky?"

"Pinky." he chuckles, pressing his soft lips to my own.

"I love you." I whisper into his ear. "Which is why I'm scared. I can't lose you. We can't lose you. If we get in trouble for this... you can get tried as an adult. Rare, but possible. And I really don't want our baby to grow up without their daddy and I just-"

I get cut off by his lips on mine. His thumb rolling over my cheek as he held me close to his body.

"I love you, too. You're not going to lose me, baby, I promise. Both babies." he laughed as he also kissed my stomach, making me giggle. He always knew just what to say.

"Thank you. I needed that." I said, running my fingers through his dark hair.

"We'll find a way. I have my license, I have experience with jobs... we can do this. We just need to lay low for a while." he says.

"Alright. I guess we can do that. But my question is... what about our baby? Whats going to happen when I get bigger, and we need regular check ups on the baby and ultrasounds? All that stuff? What then?" I sigh.

I could tell in his face that he didn't think that part through. "We'll figure it out when the time comes."

"I'm almost four months, C. I'm going to do whatever it takes to make sure my baby is healthy. Even if you don't care, I do."

"Of course I care. Why wouldn't I care? This is my child too, Y/N." he said, raising his voice a bit.

"I don't know! You only seem to be focused on us running away rather than the legal aspects of this."

He began to reply, but then sighed. "I'm sorry. Let's not argue. It's not good for us to be strained right now, and especially not you."

I take a breath. "You're right, I'm sorry."

"Coffee?"

I laugh a little. Coffee has always been our way of bonding.

"Sure."

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The coffee shop was kind of like the way it was back home... only we definitely weren't regulars, definitely weren't friends with the baristas, and there wasn't a loft. It was cozy, though. Warm.

We ordered two cinnamon cappuccinos, but they weren't as good as I was expecting.

"How is it?" he asks.

"Not as good as at home." I shrug.

"I agree. Needs more sugar." he chuckles, raising an eyebrow and giving a charismatic smirk.

I giggle, rolling my eyes as he leaned over the table to kiss me.

He holds his lips against mine, the smirk still on his lips. I couldn't help but giggle into the kiss as well, tasting the cinnamon on him.

"Perfect." he whispered, looking down at me.

Alright, maybe we could do this.