hazbin hotel chaggie fanfic

Part 21

As the hotel bustled with life,charlie had been getting active with vaggie and Vaggie felt a familiar weight pressing against her heart. She was pregnant again, but this time she was determined to keep it a secret from Charlie. After the whirlwind of emotions surrounding Angelita's birth, Vaggie couldn't bear the thought of adding more stress to Charlie's plate. She loved her girlfriend deeply and wanted to shield her from the anxieties of another child, especially given how overwhelmed they had both been recently.

Vaggie's pregnancy brought a mix of emotions: excitement, anxiety, and a nagging fear that her secret might slip out. With each passing day, she became more adept at hiding the subtle signs—wearing looser clothing, avoiding certain foods, and curbing her instinct to lean on Charlie for support, which was becoming increasingly difficult.

In the hotel, everyone was wrapped up in their own antics. Charlie was busy managing the chaos caused by Angel Dust and Lucifer, who had become a spectacle in their own right, leaving Vaggie to quietly deal with her growing pregnancy. She felt the need to reach for Charlie more often, a natural instinct she struggled to suppress.

"Hey, Vaggie!" Charlie called one afternoon, her voice bright and cheerful as she entered their shared room. "Are you ready to help me with the decorations for Angelita's birthday party?"

"Of course! Just give me a moment," Vaggie replied, forcing a smile as she rubbed her stomach lightly, trying to soothe the flurry of emotions within her.

As Charlie rummaged through a box of party supplies, Vaggie felt the familiar urge to lean against her, to feel the warmth of her girlfriend's presence, but she pulled back, reminding herself of the need for secrecy.

"Vaggie?" Charlie turned, her expression shifting to one of concern. "You okay? You've been a bit off lately."

"I'm fine, really!" Vaggie insisted, though the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her. "Just a little tired, I guess."

"Alright, if you say so," Charlie replied, though her brows knitted together in doubt. "Just remember, you can talk to me about anything, okay?"

"Of course," Vaggie reassured her, hoping to quell any suspicion. As Charlie turned back to the task at hand, Vaggie felt a pang of guilt twist in her stomach. She wanted to confide in Charlie, to share in the joy of their growing family, but fear kept her silent.

As days passed, Vaggie found herself navigating a minefield of emotions. Every time Angelita cooed or babbled, Vaggie's heart swelled with love, but it was quickly followed by a rush of anxiety about how Charlie would react to the news of another child.

During one particularly chaotic day, Vaggie caught a glimpse of Charlie and Angel Dust laughing together, and the warmth in her heart was eclipsed by a heavy dread. What if Charlie didn't want another child? What if she felt overwhelmed? Vaggie could already see the uncertainty flickering in her girlfriend's eyes whenever the topic of children came up.

In the quiet moments, Vaggie would rub her stomach absentmindedly, the instinct soothing yet bittersweet. "I'm doing this for you, Charlie," she whispered softly to herself, a silent promise to keep her secret just a little longer.

The delicate balance of her emotions and the growing life inside her became her greatest secret—a precious yet burdensome truth she hoped to manage without adding more stress to Charlie's life.