hazbin hotel chaggie fanfic

Part 3

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As the days turned into weeks, Vaggie found herself battling with the physical signs of her pregnancy. Her clothes felt a little tighter around her waist, and she often found herself feeling nauseous, especially in the mornings. She had taken to wearing oversized sweaters and loose-fitting skirts to hide the subtle changes in her body, desperate to keep her secret safe.

Charlie, ever the perceptive one, began to notice. "Vaggie, are you sure you're alright? You've been so quiet lately, and your favorite shirt looks a little snug." Charlie sat cross-legged on their bed, her bright eyes filled with concern as she patted the space beside her.

Vaggie swallowed hard, her heart racing. "I'm fine, really! Just... trying a new style," she replied, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. "You know how it is with fashion in Hell, right?"

Charlie chuckled, though her expression remained skeptical. "Fashion? I think you look great in anything, but I can't help worrying about you." She scooted closer, brushing her fingers against Vaggie's arm. "You can talk to me, you know."

"Honestly, I just need some time to adjust to everything," Vaggie lied, feeling the familiar tug of guilt in her chest. How could she explain her mixed feelings? The joy of impending motherhood clashed with her fears about their future, about how Charlie would react if she found out.

"Okay, if you say so," Charlie said, though her brow furrowed slightly. "But if you're not careful, I might just have to drag you to the doctor myself. I know a few shady ones who might be up for a consultation."

Vaggie chuckled nervously, her heart pounding at the thought. "I promise I'll take care of myself."

As they settled into the comforting routine of their evening, Vaggie felt a rush of warmth from Charlie's presence. But as the night wore on, the tightness in her belly returned, and she couldn't help but wince slightly.

"Are you sure you're not sick?" Charlie asked again, concern etched across her face.

"I'm okay! Just... a little hungry, I guess," Vaggie deflected, knowing she had already eaten more than enough that day.

"Hungry?" Charlie perked up. "What do you want? I can whip up something fun!"

"No, no! It's fine," Vaggie insisted, shaking her head quickly. The last thing she wanted was for Charlie to start questioning her eating habits. "I just need to take it easy."

Charlie sighed, clearly not convinced but letting the matter drop for now. Instead, she cuddled closer, resting her head on Vaggie's shoulder. "Just promise me you'll talk to me if anything's wrong. I'm here for you, okay?"

Vaggie felt her heart swell with love for Charlie, but at that moment, it was overshadowed by the knot of anxiety in her stomach. "I promise," she whispered, even though the weight of her secret was growing heavier by the day.

Days turned into a blur of trying to balance her duties at the hotel and managing her symptoms, and it became increasingly difficult to hide her pregnancy. One afternoon, as Vaggie helped Charlie sort through event materials, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She quickly excused herself and rushed to the bathroom.

After splashing cold water on her face, she took a moment to breathe, clutching the sink tightly. The truth was that she couldn't keep this up forever.

When she returned to the main area, Charlie looked up from the scattered papers with an expression of concern. "There you are! I was starting to worry. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just feeling a bit off," Vaggie replied, forcing a smile again. "Nothing to worry about."

But Charlie wasn't convinced. "Vaggie, please—"

"I'm fine!" Vaggie snapped, the pressure of her secret boiling over. The moment hung in the air, both of them staring at each other, the tension palpable.

Charlie's expression softened, hurt flickering in her eyes. "Okay... I just want to help you."

Vaggie felt the weight of her outburst hit her like a truck, guilt flooding in. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. I just... I really am fine."

Charlie nodded slowly, though the concern didn't leave her face. "Alright, but promise me you'll talk to me if it gets worse. You're not alone in this."

Vaggie looked down, unable to meet Charlie's gaze. "I know. I promise," she repeated, but the words felt hollow. The knot in her stomach tightened as she watched Charlie return to organizing the papers, laughter from the other demons echoing in the background, oblivious to the struggle Vaggie was facing.

As she settled beside Charlie, the warmth of their shared space comforted her momentarily. But deep inside, she knew she couldn't hide her pregnancy forever. The thought of the truth coming out left her feeling sick, and the only thing she could do was hold onto the fleeting moments of happiness they shared, even as her world threatened to unravel.

TO BE COUNTINUED...