(Y/n) and Emma were walking back to apartment in New York City after going grocery shopping. They were in town for work stuff for a few weeks and needed food stocked up, especially with Emma's pregnancy cravings. She was nearly six months pregnant by now.
(Y/n) was rambling about some shark tank product he had seen on Tv and Emma was just nodding along, with one hand full with grocery bags and the other holding onto (Y/n)'s hand.
Once they were a few blocks away from their apartment a bunch of paparazzi crowded around them and took pictures. (Y/n) tried to walk through them and disconnected his hand from Emma's and put his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into him protectively. Emma now put her free hand on her stomach as if to protect the baby.
"(Y/n)! How was working with Timothee Chalamet?" One paparazzi shouted out. "Emma! When are you returning to the big screen?" Another called out while the flashes just increased. "Please leave us alone!" (Y/n) shouted but to no avail. "Are you excited to be a apart of marvel?" Another paparazzi asked.
"I'm not answering any questions! Please leave us alone!" (Y/n) told them again. "Emma! Why do you look like a whale?" Another asked, making everyone go silent. Emma stood there wide eyed before looking down at her stomach. "Oh come on! Seriously?!" (Y/n) groaned. "What the fuck?! What kind of question is that! She's pregnant! Every pregnant woman looks like that! She's not fat!" (Y/n) yelled at the paparazzi. His grip on Emma got even stronger as he kept her close while continuing to yell at the person who asked that question.
The other paparazzis had been taking videos of the outburst. "So, if you all have anything else to say about my wife you can get the same talk they just did! Keep my wife's name out your fucking mouth!" (Y/n) concluded before he got Emma away from the paparazzis.
"Thank you." Emma mumbled as they continued walking. "No problem." (Y/n) whispered as they kept walking. "I'm too big aren't I? They're right, I do look like a whale." Emma wondered while looking down at her stomach. "Absolutely not. Don't even think that, it's not true. You are the opposite of a whale. And you look absolutely gorgeous. Even if you weighed three hundred pounds you would still be drop dead gorgeous." (Y/n) reassured her before pressing many kisses across Emma's face.
By the time they had gotten back to the apartment, (Y/n) was trending on twitter. The video of him yelling at the paparazzi had gone viral. There were mixed reviews about the video, some agreeing with (Y/n) and some others saying he shouldn't have done anything. (Y/n) could honestly care less about other peoples opinions. He stood up for his wife and he had no regrets.
After that video got everywhere, no paparazzis dared to go near (Y/n) and Emma. If they needed photos they just took them from afar. (Y/n) really scared everyone into leaving them alone which was amazing for Emma. Now whenever they went out nobody ever said anything about Emma's pregnancy.
(I had to put in the Will smith reference just for funsies!)
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Emma Watson Oneshots and Imagines Book Three
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