JJBA x Readers Volume 2

Bruno Bucciarati: Baby

Bucciarati was on his sixth call of the morning, sorting out important stuff like renewing the boiler and bills. It upset you that he had to spend what little time he had at home doing these things, but they were things that needed doing. Bruno and yourself had finally moved in after a long time convincing him, and even then he still seemed unsure about the idea.
Leaning in from behind as he sat at the kitchen table on hold, the capo scratched your scalp lightly, apologising with a quiet mumble. Turning his head to face you, he glanced at your frown and sighed, dragging two fingers down your plump lips. Bucciarati lifted his hand up and clasped your wrist, eventually sliding it down to intertwine his fingers with yours, a grip which you clamped down on. There was a tenseness in your muscles, as if you were scared.
On your person was something you were unsure of his reaction to, facing down so not to spoil him if it wasn't the news he wanted. Sliding his chair backwards, you moved to the side slightly and let him guide you onto his lap, the plastic strip hidden in your dressing gown pocket.
"Oh, Tesoro," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to the back of your shoulder and burying his face into it. "I'm sorry I've been away so much." Clearing your throat, you remained silent for a second, taking his hand and guiding it towards your pocket, staring holes into the ground until finally, a quiet mumble came from your mouth and the strip in his hand. He took it out, merely glancing at the back then being distracted by you hiding your face in your hands. Prising them away, Bruno flashed a concerned look from your side as you awaited disappointment.
You'd been trying so, so hard to conceive, three years of pressure building and tears falling from your eyes as you buried your head in the crook of his neck. He rubbed your arm, promising you it would be alright, no matter what the test said, that you would just go back to the doctor.

Moments passed, and you heard a gasp, followed by the rustling of his hands on your stomach and another gasp. Your partner exclaimed something to you in Italian, handing you the test with a shaky hand. Widening your eyes, you rose to your feet to allow him to translate. A squeak came from your throat as Bruno enclosed you in his arms tightly, cradling you through shouts and strings of Neapolitan dialect even you couldn't understand. Halting the growing grin on his face, your hands were covering your features, frozen in place as if he was going to explode. Capturing them in his own, they were pressed against his chest to feel his heartbeat. Squinting up at him and biting your cheeks, you finally just asked him outright, voice shaky and strained.
"What?"
"Two lines." Bruno arched his brows, answering your question again. "There's two lines," he repeated, taking a deep breath. "I can't even find words to express, I feel so lucky. I can't believe this. I'm gonna be a father!" Taking the test from him, you rubbed on the lines to check he wasn't joking, your eyes filling up when the two stayed. Covering your eyes with one hand, he cuddled you tightly through your sobbing. "Can I tell my Mom? Please." You took his wrists, sighing deeply.
"Let's wait. Just in case."

He was practically brimming with excitement.