"Why do you still have all these baby photos hung up on the wall?"
König muttered, tracing the painting gently. The paint felt so silky to the touch, smooth and shiny. You opened the bedroom door a bit and saw the painting he was referring to.
"I wonder. Maybe it's because we've been married for 3 years and I'm trying to hint at something."
You dust off your apron, crossing your arms over your chest. It kind of hurt that every time you tried to conceive something had to go south.
"(Y/N)...don't."
"I know but I just want to feel complete..like a common family. With a baby...but look at us. Childless."
You waved your hand at him and walked back into the kitchen to finish the cupcakes you were making. Cupcakes you wished you were making for your child.
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"Alex!"
You crouched down and embraced your nephew in a hug. You placed a quick kiss on his cheek, it had been so long since you've seen him.
"Hi auntie! Mom said you were bringing cupcakes. Where?"
Alex pulled away and looked at the ground behind you. You rolled your eyes and pointed to your husband, the tray of frosted cupcake in his hands.
Alex slowly looked up at the man and nodded, they both knew each other quite well but König's big size always scared the kid.
"He doesn't bite, right König?"
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"Do you trust your aunt, Alex?"
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"Can you go to the doctor with me tomorrow, smelly?"
You elbowed your sister in the side, she glared at you and crossed her arms.
"Why? Are you deathly ill?"
You laughed and punched her arm playfully.
"No bitch, I might be pregnant. I just wanna make sure."
Your sister went dead silent, staring right at you like you just admitted to a murder.
"No way, we're going to the store right now. I can't wait for tomorrow."
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"Don't get the most expensive one!"
"Shut the fuck up, I want it to be accurate."
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"piss on it, now."
"You're really not letting me have a choice in this."
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"Move, you slow ass sloth."
She snatched the pregnancy test from the counter, just watching the screen flicker loading.
"it's going to take a while."
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"(Y/N)."
"What?"
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She held the test out to you, the screen on the test spelling out the words that you had been waiting for.
Pregnant.
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"When are you telling him?"
"I don't know, I have to make sure I don't miscarry...or anything happens. I just want to make sure everything goes as planned."
"So..are you going to wait for him to notice?"
"Sounds about right."
"then you better get good at hiding a baby bump when it comes time."
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"He won't notice, I hope."
"yeah for sure he won't notice when y'all are in bed together...good luck hiding it."
"oh shut up."
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"Let me pick baby names too, don't just leave me out of it!"
