𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

Baby With The Best Friend| Request

AN: I had a request to write an imagine where Reader accidentally gets pregnant, and relies on Leon to be responsible about it all. I've written their relationship to be like a childhood friends to lovers one just to make it sweeter. I imagined RE2R Leon in this one.♡
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I steal a glance at my childhood best friend, Leon, who's fast asleep beside me. I look down at myself, wondering how we went from a simple movie night to having sex for numerous hours on end. It was inevitable, we've always been closer than close, and that innocent childhood bond over time grew to be love, but still, it all felt so sudden. I close my eyes, feeling his arms reach out and wrap around me, pulling me to his chest, and I feel safe, and loved by the one person who's always been my sanctuary. 

Until a few days later, when I find out I'm pregnant with his kid. 

My mind goes beyond panic mode, even though Leon and I are now in a relationship after our night of confession and touches, being pregnant so soon surely can't be good for our fresh found love. My parents would never support me with this, they're too strict, and I've got nobody else who could help me. If I'm going to go through with this, which I feel like I am, I'll need financial support. Emotional support. I need someone I can rely on. Leon takes my hand in his as we walk down the street, he has no idea of the weight on my-our- shoulders. I've got no choice but to tell him, and pray that he'll be willing to be here for me through this, because if not...there's no good options. 

I wait a few weeks, mostly debating on how to explain the situation. I always knew I'd want to be a mother one day, but it feels so soon, but then again we could have prevented this, Leon and I knew what we were doing that night, yet the consequences didn't feel so real when he was inside of me for the first time. A baby could make or break our relationship, and I'm terrified of Leon backing out. Of him panicking or not wanting the commitment. My job barely gets me by, let alone feeding two. Tears well up in my eyes one night as we're having our weekly movie night, and Leon notices. 

"Hey, what's wrong? I didn't think the movie was that sad..." Leon leads off, brows furrowing in confusion. I shake my head, unable to hold my secret anymore since it's growing and growing.  

"I'm pregnant, from that first night together." I whisper thickly. Leon stiffens, eyes widening, and I think this is it, this is how I destroy our whole relationship. Leon doesn't act the way I'd assumed, instead his lips turn up and up, then he's pulling me in for a hug, his chin resting on my head as he rubs my back, letting me cry everything out. "I'm so sorry, this wasn't supposed to happen-"

"It's alright, it's not your fault, it's kind of mine, isn't it?" He laughs but it sounds a little panicked, "No, it's fine, I just wish you'd told me sooner, I hate to think of you in so much stress and worry." His voice is soothing, and he seems to be taking it better than expected. I pull back, wiping my eyes as Leon's hand cups my cheek. "Are we going to do this, together?" He asks, giving me options. 

I nod, wringing my hands together. "I-I want to, but I can't do it on my own. I barely have enough money for myself, and then there's the appointments and the check ups and the supplies, not to mention when the little one's here I'll need help-"

"Shhh," Leon smiles, pressing a kiss to my overflowing lips, "you won't be on your own. I know we didn't plan this, but it's happening and all we can do is roll with it. As long as you're sure, then so am I. I can help with the money, thankfully the RPD's pay isn't too terrible, and I can drive us to the appointments. I promise I'm here for you- both of you- I won't let you be alone with this. Besides," Leon grins, "I always dreamed of having a family with you." His understanding brings a smile to my own lips, and for the first time since finding out I think we're gonna be okay. 

More weeks pass and Leon's support never wavers. He holds my hair back when I'm sick and even suggests that I move into his small apartment with him, since he's got a spare room we can use for the baby. I end up moving in with him, which saves me rent that I can use towards baby funds. Our relationship grows stronger and Leon cares for me, helping me with my pregnancy and the effects that come with it. He attends every doctor's appointment and scan, holding my hand through the anxious waiting times and cheering when we first hear the baby's heartbeat. I'm sure I spot tears in his blue eyes when we receive the printed out photo of our baby. Leon uses a magnet to stick it to the fridge, along with a small countdown until my estimated due date. 

One sunny afternoon after a positive check up Leon takes my hand, leading me down the city street towards the various stores. I arch a brow, a hand resting on my stomach as he smiles at me. "We need to start getting things ready, right?" He grins, eyes sparkling with excitement. I nod, his joy infectious as we first grab lunch (I pay) and then we go shopping. We stroll through various aisles of the baby store, with me a little overwhelmed but Leon seems to know what he's doing, I can tell fatherhood was made for him. He inspects everything with meticulous detail, choosing the softest blankets and the most adorable clothes (he pays). We agree on the onesie the baby will first wear (I pay), and then Leon splashes out on the most expensive car seat he can afford. 

"No way! Look at these Y/N!" Leon calls out when we reach the tiny shoe section, which makes my heart melt. Leon holds up some mini light up shoes, that glow every few seconds. I laugh, shaking my head as I pick up some more sensible ones. 

"Our baby is not wearing those." I giggle, holding out some simpler ones. Leon rolls his eyes, submitting to my decision, but as we checkout he races back and grabs the light up pair too, giving me a mischievous look. We share the responsibility, and enjoy the last few months of being a duo until the due date arrives faster than a blink of an eye. 

The birth is simple and goes well, and our little one comes screaming into the world at around three in the morning. Leon holds my hand through it all, wincing when I squeeze too hard. He's the first to hold our newborn baby, tears of joy stream down his cheeks as he reaches out a finger and tickles the baby's cheek. "Hey, nice to meet you, I'm your dad," Leon brings our baby over to me, where I reach out and take them, "and this is your mom, she's the best person you'll ever meet, and I know you'll love her as much as I do." He softly says as I cry and laugh. 

It's love in its purest form, the three of us never planned to end up together, but we've never been happier. Despite it all being so sudden, there's no other way I would've had it, especially with Leon proposing to me only a few months after the birth, then we have our second child a few years after the first bundle of excitable madness.