If Only We Could (Woodland demars X reader)

Are you okay

A few weeks had passed since the night you and Woods shared that intimate moment, the decision to start a family lingering in the back of your minds. Amidst the whirlwind of daily life juggling work, caring for Lucas, and nurturing your relationship time seemed to slip away faster than you could grasp. One morning, as the sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room, you stirred awake to the sound of sizzling eggs emanating from the kitchen. The aroma tickled your senses, drawing you out of bed with a sense of anticipation. However, as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, a wave of nausea washed over you, causing your stomach to churn uncomfortably. Panic surged through you as you realized something wasn't right. Hastily, you rushed to the bathroom, stumbling slightly in your disoriented state. With trembling hands, you gripped the edge of the sink, trying to steady yourself as waves of dizziness washed over you. The taste of bile rose in your throat, and before you could react, you found yourself kneeling in front of the toilet, retching violently. The sound echoed through the quiet of the morning, a stark contrast to the peaceful serenity that usually filled your home. Your head throbbed with each heave, and you squeezed your eyes shut, willing the nausea to subside. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Woods' concerned voice cut through the haze of your discomfort. "Hey, hun, is everything okay?" he asked, his footsteps drawing closer. You swallowed hard, trying to compose yourself as you leaned over the toilet bowl, your body still trembling with the aftermath of your sickness. "No, I'm not feeling well," you managed to croak out, your voice strained with exhaustion and discomfort. Woods' hand landed gently on your back, offering silent support as you struggled to regain your composure. He knelt down beside you, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the turmoil of your body's rebellion. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. You shook your head weakly, the room spinning around you as you fought to keep your stomach from lurching again. As the waves of nausea finally began to ebb away, you mustered the strength to push yourself up from the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. Woods stood beside you, his steady gaze never wavering as he offered you a reassuring smile. "Let's get you back to bed," he suggested gently, wrapping an arm around your waist to support you as you struggled to stand. Leaning on him for support, you allowed him to guide you out of the bathroom and back to the comfort of your bedroom. Once you were settled back in bed, Woods tucked the covers around you, his touch gentle and soothing. He perched on the edge of the mattress, his expression filled with concern as he studied your pale face. "Do you want me to call in sick for you today?" he offered, his voice laced with worry. You shook your head weakly, a sense of guilt washing over you at the thought of disrupting his day for your sake. "No, I'll be okay," you reassured him, mustering a faint smile despite the lingering ache in your body. Woods regarded you with a mixture of concern and affection, his gaze softening as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your forehead. "Just let me know if you need anything," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple before rising from the bed. You watched him move about the room, his movements fluid and purposeful as he gathered a glass of water and a damp washcloth. Returning to your side, he offered you the glass, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort. You accepted it gratefully, taking small sips to soothe your parched throat. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. Woods smiled tenderly, his hand finding yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You don't have to thank me," he replied softly. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what." The sincerity in his words brought a lump to your throat, and you squeezed his hand tightly, silently grateful for his unwavering support. As you lay there, enveloped in the warmth of Woods' presence, a sense of gratitude washed over you. Despite the uncertainty of what the future held, you knew that as long as you had Woods by your side, you could weather any storm that came your way. In that moment, surrounded by love and compassion, you found solace in the simple act of being together. And as you drifted off to sleep, cradled in Woods' embrace, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them with unwavering strength and resilience, fueled by the boundless love that connected you to each other.

A few hours later, you woke up feeling remarkably better, although slightly disoriented. Surprisingly, Woods had already left for work. Concerned about your recent bout of sickness, you decided to call Emily to share what had happened. "Are you sure you're not pregnant?" Emily's voice came through the phone, filled with a hint of curiosity. "Oh my god, Emily, I completely forgot about our plans to start a family," you exclaimed, realization dawning upon you. "Well, Miles and I are back home now. I'll come over to be with you, and Miles can drive Ben home," Emily offered without hesitation. "Thank you so much, Emily," you replied gratefully as she hung up the phone. Taking a moment to collect yourself, you made your way to the kitchen to grab some crackers, hoping to settle your stomach. Before you could take a bite, a knock echoed through the quiet of your home, signaling Emily's arrival. When you opened the door, Emily stood there holding a couple of pregnancy tests. "Are you ready for this?" she asked, her tone gentle yet filled with anticipation. "No, not at all," you admitted, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement churning in your stomach. Taking a deep breath, you followed Emily's lead as she instructed you on what to do. After completing the test, you retreated to the bathroom, feeling a sense of apprehension as you waited for the results. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you emerged from the bathroom, holding the test in trembling hands. "How long do we have to wait?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "Ten minutes," Emily replied, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the uncertainty of the moment. Taking another deep breath, you settled onto the couch with Emily by your side, the minutes ticking by in agonizing slowness. As the timer finally reached its end, you flipped over the test, your heart pounding in your chest. With bated breath, you and Emily stared at the result, your hands intertwined as you awaited the answer that would change your lives forever. Your face went shocked "Oh my god," Emily exclaimed, tears glistening in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around you. "I'm pregnant!!" You said Tears of joy streamed down your face as you echoed her sentiment, overwhelmed by the realization sinking in. "Oh my god, I'm pregnant," you whispered in disbelief.
Emily pulled you into a tight hug, sharing in your happiness and excitement. "I'm so happy for you," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine warmth and joy.
Just then, Woods walked into the room, his brow furrowing with concern as he noticed your tears. "Hey, Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked, his steps quickening as he approached you. With a shaky breath, you held up the test, unable to contain your emotions any longer. "We're pregnant," you managed to choke out, a mixture of disbelief and elation flooding your senses. Woods' eyes widened in shock, a smile slowly spreading across his face as he processed the news. "Oh my god," he exclaimed, crossing the room in a few strides to envelop you in a tight hug. In that moment, surrounded by the love and support of your closest friend, you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and happiness wash over you. The journey ahead may be filled with challenges and uncertainties, but with Woods and Emily by your side, you knew that you were ready to face whatever came your way, together as a family.