Jackie & Wilson: A Hozier Pregnancy Story

𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚜𝚝

Y/N had always loved the quiet of their cottage in the Irish countryside. The way the sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the floor, made every morning feel like a gift. But today, there was something different in the air—a soft anticipation that fluttered in her chest as she leaned against the bathroom sink, staring at the small plastic test in her trembling hand.

She had woken up with an unusual sense of certainty that morning, a feeling deep in her bones that something had changed. Her heart pounded in her ears as she waited, the seconds stretching out into what felt like an eternity. And then, there it was—a faint but unmistakable second line.

Pregnant.

Her breath caught in her throat, and tears welled in her eyes. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, so she did both, a soft, disbelieving laugh escaping her lips as the tears spilled over. Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach, a protective gesture she hadn't even realized she was making.

Andrew, her husband, was downstairs, strumming idly on his guitar. The gentle, familiar chords filled the house, a melody she'd heard a thousand times but which never failed to soothe her soul. Y/N's heart swelled with a love so deep, it felt like it might burst. This man, with his gentle hands and his kind, stormy eyes—he was her world. And now, they were about to create a new one together.

She wiped her tears, trying to steady herself, and made her way downstairs, the wooden steps creaking softly under her feet. Andrew was sitting by the large window in the living room, his back to her, lost in the music he was weaving. The morning light bathed him in a golden hue, making him look almost ethereal. Y/N paused for a moment, just watching him, taking in the way his long fingers moved over the strings, the slight furrow of concentration on his brow, the way his dark hair fell into his eyes.

Unable to wait any longer, she crossed the room quietly, slipping her arms around his broad shoulders from behind, pressing her cheek against his. He leaned back into her embrace, smiling softly as he continued to play.

"Morning, love," he murmured, his voice low and comforting, like the warmth of a hearth on a cold day.

"Morning," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Andrew tilted his head, sensing something in her tone, and set his guitar aside. He turned slightly in her arms, reaching up to gently cradle her face in his hands, his thumb brushing away a tear she hadn't realized was still there.

"What is it, mo chroí?" he asked, concern lacing his voice as he searched her eyes.

She couldn't find the words, so she simply took his hand and placed it over her stomach, covering it with both of her own. His brow furrowed in confusion at first, but then his eyes widened as realization dawned on him.

"Y/N...?" he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks now, and smiled through them. "We're having a baby, Andrew."

For a moment, he just stared at her, as if trying to process the enormity of what she'd just said. Then, all at once, his face broke into a grin so wide it was almost childlike in its joy. He let out a breathless laugh, his own eyes filling with tears, and pulled her into his arms, holding her as close as he possibly could.

He buried his face in her hair, kissing the top of her head, her forehead, her cheeks, anywhere his lips could reach. His hands moved over her back, her shoulders, as if he needed to touch her, to feel her, to believe that this moment was real.

"I can't believe it," he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. "We're going to be parents."

She nodded, her own laughter mingling with his, a sweet symphony of shared joy. "I know," she whispered, threading her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel every part of him. "I can't believe it either."

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, wrapped up in each other, the world outside their little bubble forgotten. Andrew's hands never left her, tracing gentle patterns on her back, her sides, his touch grounding her in this beautiful, surreal moment.

Eventually, he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his thumb brushing softly over her cheek. "You're going to be an amazing mother," he said, his voice full of awe and love.

"And you," she replied, her hand moving to rest over his heart, feeling the steady, comforting beat beneath her palm, "are going to be the most wonderful father."

He leaned in and kissed her then, slow and deep, pouring every ounce of his love and gratitude and sheer, overwhelming happiness into that kiss. When they finally pulled apart, they rested their foreheads together, breathing in each other's breaths, feeling the rhythm of their hearts syncing up as one.

"I love you," Andrew whispered, his voice full of reverence, like he was speaking to something sacred.

"I love you too," Y/N replied, her voice trembling with emotion. "More than anything."

They stayed like that for a long time, holding each other, letting the reality of their new future sink in. Outside, the world went on as usual—the birds sang, the wind rustled through the trees, and the sun continued its slow climb across the sky. But inside their little cottage, time stood still, and all that mattered was the love they shared and the new life they had just discovered together.

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Xoxo, Junie Mae.