𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Baby Bell| PT 3| Request

A few days after the baby bell idea as well as Leon's 'great idea', I find myself feeling sick and nauseas whilst feeding my son. One second I'm sat on the sofa with S/N curled up in my arms, a bottle dangles from his lips as I watch him suck, but the next second I feel shaky and sick. I must visibly look ill because my husband wastes no time scooping the baby from my arms and taking the bottle as I dart upwards and sprint to the bathroom. I make it just in time to vomit and heave, sweat clings to my head as my fingers tingle and tremble, I haven't felt this ill since...since getting pregnant with S/N. I mean Leon and I wanted this, hence why I let him spill himself inside of me just days ago, but I didn't expect it to take so easily, especially not after how lucky we got the first time almost a year ago. I breathe through my nose, trying to ease the sickness away until Leon appears in the doorway, a look of concern and amusement written all over his features. 

"Looks like something's stirring."  He muses, resting our son on his hip as he smooths away the baby's blonde hair from his head. I try to scowl at him, but I end up huffing a laugh as I nod and wipe my mouth, flushing the toilet after as I slump back against the wall. Our son just chews on Leon's tee, soaking the material whilst my husband is none the wiser. "Want me to put him down so I can hold your hair back?" Leon offers as I reach for the toilet again. Nothing comes out this time, so I pull away and shake my head, sighing as Leon's brows knit together in worry. The first time I got symptoms Leon was so kind and caring, he was there almost every time I was sick, rubbing my back and smoothing my hair away whilst murmuring praises. It's not that the love has worn off or anything, but this time we've got a baby to keep an eye on, and I'm capable of looking after myself. 

"No, I'm good thanks. I think you might need to go out and buy a few tests though, just so we can be sure." I mumble, "I could really do with a nap too, if you don't mind taking over for a couple of hours?" Leon huffs as he gives me a pointed look that says 'duh', he crouches down as our son reaches for me, chunky grabby hands cupping my cheeks as I smile and smooth my finger over his soft skin. "I love you both so much." 

"We love you too." Leon smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead before standing up, then suddenly he grins and begins dancing around with our son, singing "We're gonna have a baby! We're gonna have a baby!" I let out a small laugh as S/N replicates Leon's iconic frown. Leon notices, and carefully taps the tip of his nose, correcting himself. "Right. We're gonna have another baby!" Our baby giggles now, clinging to Leon as he moves out of the bathroom but stops at the doorway, giving me a soft smile over his shoulder. "Go get pre-heated so you can bake the bun in the oven." 

I snort and wave him away. Once gone, I blow out a heavy breath before suddenly needing to use the toilet again. By the time evening rolls around I'm feeling a bit better, I head into the kitchen after my nap to find a few pregnancy tests on the table along with some of my favourite snacks and a bouquet of flowers. I smile at the act, figuring Leon must've went out with S/N whilst I was asleep, I'm sure our baby got treats too since Leon's a massive fan of overindulging the ones he loves. Speaking of my guardian angel, Leon emerges into the kitchen looking a little tired but happy to see me. "Hey wifey," He coos jokingly, wrapping his arms around me from behind as he gently sways us, "how're you feeling now? Ready to find out if our family's expanding?" 

I nod, turning to peck his cheek as he hums, stubble grazing my skin in the best of ways. "Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better. You're really eager for this, huh?" I tease, turning as Leon nods exaggeratedly. His face almost glows from excitement as he takes my hand, snatches up the tests and leads me to the bathroom. 

"I love you so much, how could I not want a massive army of tiny versions of us?" Leon asks incredulously. "Want me to stay whilst you take the tests?" 

I shoo him off, shaking my head. "I don't want you seeing me pee awkwardly on a stick. I'll call you once it's done and we'll find out together." I softly say, giving him a squeeze. Leon kisses my temple, hand lingering on the back of my head as he pulls away slowly. Once gone- and he's no doubt pacing the halls- I take the tests and wash up before pulling Leon back into the bathroom, where the tests sit on the counter, deciding our fate. Leon's blue eyes immediately find them, but we both know they won't show the answer until a few minutes. My husband blows out a nervous breath, both of us really want them to be positive, but I know that if they're not we'll just try again and again until it works. It feels like forever as we both stand there, with Leon's arm wrapped around my waist and my head resting against his shoulder. Finally, the timer goes off on my phone and we share an excited look. "You do it, my heart's racing." I giggle, hands sweating as Leon darts forwards and plucks the three tests up. 

I observe his reaction as he narrows his eyes, at the first one he frowns, smile fading a little, and I feel my heart dip, but then he looks at the other two, and his grin tells me everything I need to know. Just to be sure though, he shows me to two positive tests, shaking them around before holding both in the air with victory. "I've got magic sper-" 

"Don't finish that sentence!" I blurt out, giggling as he rushes forwards and picks me up, hugging me tightly before spinning me around slowly. I bury my face into the crook of his neck, tears springing to my eyes at what this means. However, a sudden bought of sickness washes over me and I push away from Leon, getting to my feet as his grin dies, replaced with guilt. 

"Shit, sorry!" Leon mumbles as I press a hand to my mouth, he slowly guides me to the bedroom, letting me sit on the edge of the bed as he kneels down and presses his cheek to my stomach. "I'm a fan of thrill rides, but maybe you aren't." He whispers to my stomach, hands gently holding my hips as I calm my breath and focus on not being ill. I lift my hand, mussing up Leon's darker strands to comfort me as he sighs contently, from the baby monitor I hear S/N snoring loudly, taking after his daddy. 

"Thank you for being the best husband, father and man for us all." I fondly murmur as Leon looks up at me from where he's still knelt on the floor, he gently takes my hands in his, lips pressing kisses to the backs of them as he nods sincerely. 

"I'll never be anything less than what you and our kids need, I promise." He mumbles in reply. 

Just ten months later we're blessed by a little girl. I sit on the bed, leaning against the headboard feeding D/N whilst Leon sits opposite me, S/N in his lap as they both read a book together. It's the perfect moment; peaceful, calm and fulfilling. However, my husband looks up at me, clearly feeling the same as his smile grows into something mischievous. His eyes flick to our tiny daughter, who's scrunching and gripping me whilst feeding. I know that familiar look all to well, and that smile only ever means one thing. I shake my head, laughing as he wiggles his eyebrows playfully. "I know what you're thinking." I warn. 

Leon's brows raise in fake surprise. He holds his hands up as our son turns the page in his book, "What?!" He exclaims, but we both know that he's been caught. 

"No, Leon. I don't think I can take another one so soon, just give me a little break, okay?" I say, smiling as his eyes twinkle but he nods in understanding.

"Alright sweetie," He replies, but then adds "we'll just get a dog instead." 

I laugh it off, smile sticking as our babies share a look as if to say 'we've got crazy parents, but we love them'. Leon and I watch our children, knowing that our family will always be perfect, no matter how big or little it is.