Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

|Albert James Moriarty| Bittersweet Reaction

Requested By: Vavaier

Tag/s: Continuation of "Sugarcoated News", Fem!Pregnant!Reader

Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name
(F/N): Your Friend's Name

2nd Person's POV

"Hold on!" you hollered at the person knocking on your door.

You carefully made your way to the front door, sighing at the knocking as you opened the door, making (F/N) stumble forward.

"(F/N)? What are you doing so-"

"-I heard the news!" they grabbed you by the shoulders and gave you a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm so happy for you!" they cheered, catching you by surprise.

"H-How did you-"

"-With how you acted yesterday and your meetings with Albert almost every week... It wasn't hard to put two and two together," they winked, making your face flush in embarrassment.

"Now!" (F/N) smiled, leading you both to the living room, "Did you tell Albert?" they asked as you both sat down on the couch.

You widened your eyes as your hands gripped your skirt.

"Y-Yeah... He was happy too..." you smiled, sweating over Albert's reaction to the news.

He was shocked, to say the least. But another emotion on his face was unreadable.

Unfortunately, you two didn't have the luxury to talk things out with government officials looking for him.

"That's good," (F/N) smiled but furrowed their brows at your expression, "...Why do you seem disappointed?"

"W-Well, you know what our relationship is like," you explained, scratching your jaw, "If news got out that he got me, an ordinary woman, pregnant, then..."

"Ah... I see your point," (F/N) muttered, making you sigh as you touched your stomach.

"Then, what's your plan?"

"We agreed that I'll stay here for the time being since the MI6's keeping him busy... Albert insisted that he'd hire a maid for me, but I rejected his offer," you trailed off, resting your head on the backrest as (F/N) followed.

"Plus, we aren't even married..." you mumbled as you fiddled your fingers.

"At the start, we just agreed that this would just be a physical relationship. No more, no less... and then, it started becoming... more... Well, for me, at least," you dryly chuckled.

"I'm not sure about Albert. We haven't even talked about marriage. Let alone having kids. Hell, I'm not sure what you would call us!" you rambled as you let out a tired sigh.

"I just... I'm just not sure how this is gonna work..."

"Hey," (F/N) called out, grabbing your hand, "Relax, okay? You'll get through this," they gave you a reassuring smile.