Bad batch one shots

Hunter 🌥

"Tell me what you need, mesh'la."

That damned line had been what got you in this situation in the first place. If he hadn't said that line, you wouldn't've gone wild and gotten him to put a baby in you. But no. Now you had a child growing in you that liked to remind you that it was half him with the stabbing punches and kicks that could take down a droid. That kriffing bastard.

You were so tired. You couldn't even fit into your comfy trainers and your tits felt so heavy and he was asking you that. He didn't even know what you wanted, and you didn't know, and he called you mesh'la. That was when the tears came. Why had you been so angry at him, you loved him, and he loved you. In a second, he was crouching beside you. The small sofa half taken up by your whale-like form. "Hey, hey. Do you need a hug?" He'd started holding one of your hands and stroking your hair. You needed a hug, for now, but you couldn't exactly say it right now. You knew you'd just let out a wailing cry if you opened your mouth, so you just nodded, and he sat beside you.

That was when you thought about how much wider you were now and that he wouldn't be able to get his arms around you like before. He pulled you into him, and you wailed. "I- I'm too fat." He hushed you and did the impossible in getting his hands to meet around your waist. Maker, how had you ended up with the most patient man in the galaxy? "Oh, cyare, I'll always be able to hold you both. Even when our ad'ika is grown." You could hear every bit of affection in his voice, for you and the little life inside of you. It would obviously be impossible for him to fully wrap his arms around two adult women, especially with how old he'd be by that time, but he still sounded so sure.

"Hunter, I don't think I want any more children after this." You sighed in admitting. You couldn't imagine putting yourself through this again. Even if you did want more children. "Then we'll only have this one." He said it so surely, as if he'd practised his lines for when you said this. It made sense that he'd so happily concede the dream of a house full of your own children. He'd said the entire time that you were enough for him and any children you made together would just be a bonus. "Love..." You kinda whined, cause you didn't need him being sweet right now. Him being sweet had been what made you take out your implant with his vibroblade on a whim (a terrible idea but one that made him dote on you even more than normal and had gotten you pregnant pretty quickly). Your head was on his shoulder and his jaw was now cupped in your hand. He shifted his face to kiss your palm and gave a low questioning hum. "Ugh, now I want another 3."

You felt him smile against your palm as you grumbled at him. After another kiss he freed his mouth from your skin. "Another 3, huh? Sounds like a commando squad." His warm eyes squinted down at you like they always did when he smiled, and he took in a sharp breath as if you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen when in reality you were uncomfortably pregnant and giving him a long-suffering look. "Then this one is gonna be the Crosshair of the group."

He kissed the top of your head, and you felt his question hum through your skull. "Hm? And why's that?"

"She keeps picking fights." And he just laughed as if you meant to be funny in that moment. You loved him and you loved how he laughed but, by the maker, he was an asshole for putting this baby in you. "Just shut up and rub my legs." So, he scooped up your legs onto his lap and spent the evening rubbing from your knees to the balls of your feet.