Stories of Ikaris

Baby Cakes

Pairing: Ikaris x Reader, dad!Ikaris

Summary: Ikaris supports you through the rollercoaster of emotions that is childbirth but by the end when you have that precious baby in your arms, it is all worth it

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: childbirth, SO MUCH FLUFF

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I knew Ikaris would know that something was up the moment he woke up. He was always awake before I was. Especially in these last couple of weeks now of my pregnancy, as I approached 39 weeks, I most definitely had not been getting out of bed any earlier than 10am.

This baby had run out of room and was adapment of making me aware of this fact by the constant kicking and stretching I felt from within my womb, all. night. long.

But I had to focus now, this was important.

How many cups of flour did I need again? I looked down at the recipe book to double check, okay 1 ⅓ quarter. I reached up to grab into the cabinet to grab the measuring cups, but of course Ikaris had accidentally put them on a shelf higher than where I normally kept them.

I knew I wasn't in a position to climb on the counter or get up on a stool, so I stretched upwards with all I could, putting pressure on my already sore and swollen feet. But this was important.

I could touch feel the cup of the tip of my finger when I large arm reached up from behind me and grabbed the measuring cups to place on the counter for me.

The surprise caused me to spin around and surprised, my belly hitting Ikaris' in the process, throwing off my center of balance and I began to wobble. Ikaris quickly grabbed for either side of my belly to steady me.

"Ikaris!" I breathed out, of course out of breath because it did not take much these days, "you should know by now you can't just sneak up on a pregnant lady like that. You almost made me pee myself again" I glared up at him.

I could tell Ikaris was still trying to figure out the situation of why exactly I was awake at 7:00 am and why I was choosing right now to bake, when I haven't had the energy to do anything more than lay on the couch and fold baby clothes the past couple of weeks.

"I'm sorry, Love, was only trying to help" Ikaris murmured, his hands now gliding themselves over my belly, desperate to locate any kicks.

"Well I do appreciate the help" I nodded curtly.

I then moved to turn around so I could then grab for the cups to to measure out the flour from the container I kept it in.

Ikaris moved to lean against the island opposite of me, arms crossed over his bare chest, the low hanging sweats the only item of clothing on him at the moment.

"Are you feeling alright this morning, Love?" Ikaris inquired from behind me.

"Mhmm" I hummed in reply, now going to grab the sugar container.

"Are you sure? It's quite early for you to be up, and especially to be baking a.."

"A cake" I filled it

"Right.. a cake"

"What's wrong with me making a cake? I'll share some with yOOU- AHH AHH" I reached forward to brace myself on the counter's edge, dropping the measuring cup that was in my hands and spilling sugar all over the counter.

Ikaris was on me in a flash, grasping on to my hips to steady myself as I rocked side to side, trying to push through the pain which seemed to spark from my abdomen but wrapped around to my lower back as well.