Crush X Reader One Shots & Imagines

3rd Trimester (8)

Y/N = Your Name
C/N = Crush Name
BSF/N = Best Friend Name
F/N = Friend Name
E/N = Enemy's Name
N/N = Nickname
H/C = Hair Color
E/C = Eye Color
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As I enter my third trimester, the excitement of our baby girl's arrival is overshadowed by the discomfort and irritability that comes with being heavily pregnant. Every day feels like a challenge, and I find myself getting annoyed at the smallest things.

One evening, C/N comes home to find me sitting on the couch, surrounded by pillows and looking decidedly grumpy.

"Hey, how are my girls doing?" he asks with a cheerful smile, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

I huff, crossing my arms. "Your girls are tired, swollen, and fed up with being pregnant."

He chuckles, sitting down next to me. "I know it's tough, but we're almost there. Just a few more weeks."

I sigh, feeling tears of frustration welling up. "I know, but it's so hard." I try to sit up but end up letting out an unpleasant grunt. "I can't get comfortable, I'm always hot, and everything irritates me."

C/N wraps his arm around me, pulling me close. "I get it. Is there anything I can do to help?"

I rest my head on his shoulder, trying to hold back my tears. "Just... be patient with me. I know I'm not easy to be around right now."

He kisses the top of my head. "You're doing an amazing job, babe." C/N carefully lifts my legs onto his lap and starts massaging my swollen feet. The tension begins to melt away, and I let out a contented sigh.

"Thank you," I whisper, feeling a bit better already.

"Anything for you," he says softly, continuing to work his magic on my feet. "I know this isn't easy, but you're so strong. We're going to meet our baby girl soon, and it will all be worth it."

I smile through my tears, feeling a renewed sense of hope. "I can't wait to hold her."

He smiles back, his eyes filled with love and reassurance. "Neither can I."

The next day, I try to go about my routine as normally as possible, even though everything feels more difficult with my ever-growing belly. As I stand in front of the mirror, attempting to get dressed, I pick out a shirt that used to fit comfortably. But as I pull it over my head and down my torso, I realize it no longer covers my belly completely.

I stare in dismay at my reflection, the bottom of my round belly peeking out from under the fabric. The frustration and discomfort of the past few weeks suddenly boil over, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes.

"God why can't this be over?!" I mutter to myself, my voice breaking.

C/N hears my distress and comes into the bedroom, concern etched on his face. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks gently.

I turn to him, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Nothing fits anymore! I feel huge and uncomfortable, and now I can't even find a shirt that covers my belly."

He steps closer, his expression softening. "It's okay, we'll find something that fits."

I shake my head, the frustration and exhaustion overwhelming me. "I'm the size of freaking Texas, C/N!" I whine, making him bite back a laugh.

"No you're not, N/N." He tries to assure me, but I know he's on the edge of laughing.

"Don't lie to me!" I grunt, hitting his head with a hanger.

He chuckles, rubbing the spot where the hanger made contact. "Alright, alright. I'm not lying, but I get it. Let's just find something comfy, okay?"

I huff, the tears still threatening to spill over. "Nothing fits. I'm just so tired of feeling this way."

C/N steps over to my side of the closet and starts rummaging through the clothes. "How about we find one of my shirts? They're nice and roomy."

I watch him for a moment, feeling a mix of irritation and gratitude. "Fine. But it better not be one of your ugly ones."

He grins, pulling out a soft, oversized shirt. "This one's a classic. Can't go wrong with it."

I take the shirt from him and slip it on, feeling the soft fabric drape comfortably over my belly. It's not exactly fashionable, but it's exactly what I need right now.

C/N steps back, crossing his arms with a proud grin. "See? Problem solved."

I glance in the mirror again, tugging at the shirt. "I look like a giant potato in this."

He chuckles, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist—or as close as he can get with the belly in the way. "You're the cutest potato I've ever seen."

I groan, but the smile that tugs at my lips betrays me. "Shut up!"

C/N kneels down, looking at my belly with a goofy grin. "Hey, little one, did you hear that? Your mom just called herself a potato. What do you think about that?"

I burst out laughing despite myself. "Don't get her involved."

He nods seriously, placing his ear dramatically against my stomach. "She says she agrees with me. Cutest potato ever. But she also says you need to chill out and cut her some slack, 'cause she's got no room in there either."

I roll my eyes but can't stop the laughter bubbling up. "She said that, huh?"

He stands up, grinning. "Oh yeah. And she also told me that I should take you out for ice cream later."

I cross my arms, raising an eyebrow. "Is that so? Pretty convenient for you, don't you think?"

He shrugs, still smiling. "Hey, I'm just the messenger."

I try to keep up my annoyed front, but between his ridiculous antics and the comforting warmth of his presence, my mood softens. "Fine," I say with mock exasperation, "But if you call me a potato one more time, you're sleeping on the couch."

He laughs, pulling me into a gentle hug. "Deal. Now, how about we get that ice cream before I accidentally say something else that'll get me in trouble?"

I let out a contented sigh, leaning into him. "You really know how to save yourself, don't you?"

He grins, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "I've learned from the best."