Papa And Bubu🥛🫳🏻 (FadelStyle)

chapter 1

A.N: hellooo and welcome to another fic! After reading 'THE HEART KILLERS' novel and watching the trailer 520 times, I can't stop thinking about pregnant Style 24/7 so here's the continuation of the random drabble I posted yesterday on X! I hope you enjoy~

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Style woke up at midnight when he felt his stomach tightening, he had just fallen asleep at ten together with his husband who had just came home from the company after finishing some work with Bison. Fadel deliberately worked overtime lately when Style was in the 37th week of pregnancy so that he could take a longer leave.

Let's go back to Style's condition, a groan was heard flowing from deep within his chest as his stomach tightened again, a sharp, cramping pain that shot through his abdomen. His hand stroked the surface of his enlarged and tight stomach, he didn't forget to reach for his cellphone on the nightstand to count the seconds of the contractions he was experiencing. Style still hadn't woken Fadel up, his husband looked very tired because for the past three days the man had been working overtime until late at night.
Style glanced at the timer on his cellphone that he used when he started to feel contractions, thirty seconds. That was the result when he glanced at the timer on his cellphone, the contractions were not that intense, even from the last contraction the distance was quite far, so he decided not to wake Fadel up. After feeling that his stomach had gotten better enough, not as tight as before, Style slowly got up from his sitting position to get off the bed. He poured water into a glass next to their bedroom TV, after the glass was full, Style drank it all down. His eyes glanced at the clock on the wall of their room, it was still 12:45 at night. He stroked his bulging stomach again while whispering to the baby.

"If you want to move, do it slowly, bubu is in pain, son. It's still twelve o'clock, you shouldn't disturb papa. Papa would be pitiful if he had to help us this late, son. Bubu asks for your cooperation, now you and Bubu have to sleep to rest, if you can't wait to be born tomorrow morning, you can give another sign. Papa won't be working tomorrow, okay son?" he whispered to his son, then a groan was heard from Style's lips again. His son kicked so hard, as if he refused to be a good boy like usual.

"Shh, are you impatient? Slow down, honey, if you want to change positions." Style muttered as he continued to stroke his stomach that had just received a strong kick.

Fadel shifted, his hand feeling the bed beside him, empty. His eyes that were still very sleepy were now fully open when he realized that Style was not beside him, Fadel sat up, dizziness hit his head because he had suddenly woken up from his sleep.

"Honey, Style." The hoarse voice interrupted Style who was holding back his pain, yes. His stomach was again sent waves of love by the baby.

The eyes that were originally closed now opened again, he turned his head to Fadel. In the darkness of the room, Style could see Fadel's sleepy and tired face, but he couldn't move from his seat because the pain that approached him was so strong and intense - his position now was Style sitting on the sofa in their room.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Style muttered.

Fadel shook his head, he opened his thick blanket and got up from his sleep. His hands roughly rubbed his face to chase away the drowsiness that hit him, approaching his omega who was still sitting with his tight stomach. Even Style continued to groan, a sign that the pain was still there.

"Why didn't you wake me up, hm? How long have the contractions been going on?" the man asked when he was in front of Style.

Style didn't answer, instead he pouted and said , "Papa please rub my stomach... it hurts, baby can't cooperate Pa..." he whispered, Fadel looked at him with his calm gaze. Style had been in pain since earlier, but he (Fadel) fell asleep soundly until his omega had to move so as not to disturb his sleep.