Slice of life: One shots

Big headed baby

"AAAAAHHHH HOLY HANDS OF GOD!" I shouted, eyed wide and staring up at the ceiling. I don't exactly know how to describe the noises that came from me before I shouted what I shouted, but I can tell you this: It was out of fear more than pleasure.

My love, Chris, lifted his 300 plus pound frame off of me, then stared down at me with a worried look. "Dove..?" He breathed, having caught his breath after easing down from the final throes. "Are.. you okay?"

"So uh, I forgot to take birth control todaaaay?" I confessed, peering up at his almond colored eyes which became more slanted than normal. His long lashes, which I hate that he has, made it look like he was closing his eyes. His thick brows lowered, "Well this isn't good."

"This is your fault!" I exclaimed, angrily staring up at him as he pushed himself off of me and settled himself into a sitting position.

"How in the fuck is this my fault?! You're supposed to remember to-" he sighed, letting out a deep, rumble of a growl as he reminded himself to not shout at me. He has always been such a tempermental man, but even through his anger he always reminded himself to be gentler. "Dove.. baby," he started a little more softly, "You were the one who promised me you'd keep up with that. Remember?"

I sighed, sitting up and moving my head towards his direction. He looked a little worried. I began to worry if he was thinking about our financial situation. How in the unholy hell are we going to afford a kid?! I bit my bottom lip, and found some relief when he finally smiled.

"Hey.." he whispered, lifting his massive hand and cupping the whole side of my face. My beloved was a legit giant of a man, intimidatingly large in all proportions. But such brooding size can master such tenderness when he need be. And his half soft, half calloused hand knew exactly how to bring forth comfort. I leaned my face into his palm, my eyes growing heavy with a loving gaze.

"My dove.." he gently rumbled, a chuckle followed. "We'll be alright. Chances are you may not be ovulating. Chances are you're not in your fertile days yet."

"And if I am? I have been quite.. needy as of late." I reminded, watching his wild, curly dark brow locks fall all around his face. I tucked a strand behind his ear, I needed to see his face.

"We will be okay. I'll get another job if I have to."

I sighed, casting my eyes downward. "This job you have already is killing you.. you're exhausted and in pain constantly."

He chuckled some more, a warm smile was behind his thick beard. "It's cause I'm hella out of shape. Kinda pathetic for a 22 year old to be falling apart so early in life."

I softly giggled, shaking my head, "You sir, have been putting yourself through hell. A human body can only take so much abuse. Drugs which I am glad you quit, strenuous AND dangerous activities? Need I remind you of the time you crashed into a dumpster, nearly breaking your own spine?"

He looked off nostalgically, a cheeky grin parted his thin lips, "Hehehe yeah
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I rolled my eyes, a sigh escaped me then, "If I fall pregnant," I started, almost cringing at the thought of being pregnant, "You will have to take extra care of me if I'm having your big headed child."

Chris looked like he was taken aback, slanted eyes widened a bit, offended, "Oh so my child has a big head now?"

"Did you see his father?"

"Uuuh, my head is proportionate to my body thank you!" He defended, a dry laugh trailed behind his exclamation.

"And knowing how genetics work my first child will have more of your genetics, meaning he will be big, meaning his head will be big." Pressing my palm against his forehead, I shoved him.

"Well excuse me for being a big man! Need I remind you that I was a small, underweight baby?"

"Yes but I crave protein when I am hormonal so lord knows what that will do to your fat headed child."

Chris laughed, shaking his head before laying down, pulling me down with him and guiding me to rest my head on his broad, hairy chest. "I love you, little one. We'll be alright.."

A sighed, sliding my hand over his chest, feeling the hairs dance beneath my palm, "Are we even ready to be parents? Are YOU ready to be a dad? You're young yet.."

"And you aren't?"

"I'm 27, my love. Closer to 30 than you.. yet I don't know if I am ready to be a mom. Or if I will be fit to be one.." I said somberly, closing my eyes as worry began to build up inside me.

"Dont overthink it.. we will figure it out as we go. First.. we gotta wait and see if you will become pregnant. We will go from there." He reassured warmly, slipping his fingers through my hair.

"I love you, darling.."

"I love you too, dove."