"𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘮?"
❛... A certain time we dwell upon as our bodies swirl as one, hearts bind and sever our purity of the outside world. our bodies misty, the air rough and blissfully clammy, yet neither of us...
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10.3k words: summary: the reader and armin allow themselves to have a baby shower. expectantly, they invite people they treasure. they do so to satisfy their whims, and to share their joy. yet, it seems as if their whims collide with a presence. a presence that wasn't meant to infiltrate the space. What is love with no one to return it to?
a synopsis of acts: time-skip, angst, crying, familiar faces, panic attacks, screaming, suicidal thoughts, seclusion, guilt, comforting, thoughts of abandoning, breaking in, suicide note mentions, slight comfort eating, mental breakdowns, humiliation, betrayal, apologies, unrequited love. beware; vote, I'm not door.
It had been two months since you had encountered your friends, and your troubled heart had been so lighter ever since. You couldn't help but cherish your baby bump maturing, growing more prominent as the days aged by.
Armin remained soft, his demeanour fresh. He was loving the moments when his eyes set on your frame. He found joy in the way pregnancy gifted you a loving look, painting a beautiful image of you. You looked amazing pregnant, even if some days were harder than others. But, regardless, he adored each look.
You were both currently driving to the venue Armin had chosen. A spot that had influenced his decision on where to settle the event.
Your hand settled on your stomach. You wore a gentle lilac dress, allowing it to coddle every single aspect of your body, flaunting your baby bump.
Expectant, that was the only word you could choose to describe your baby bump. You knew you were only to get bigger. It was such a scary thing. But, to you, it seemed like something beautiful. Maybe it was because of how strong women truly were? Just the ability of their bodies being able to do something, no feeble man could, was truly amazing.
As you rested in the car, leaning back, your eyes closed, you listen to the song Armin played in the car. His ears perk at the sound of the song amplifying. The song first world problemz/ nobody carez played. This left Armin to quietly lip sync it, careful to not fully wake you up.
He could tell you were rather tired. He could detect it in the fact that you had the constant need to sleep. He would even attempt to carry midnight conversations with you, but not once was he ever able to carry them out. He was only able to ever gently kiss you to sleep. Kiss you to sleep with admiration.
