Chaz x Striker

Pregnant pt 2

Summary: it's been 3 months since Striker found out he was pregnant him and Chaz have been happy. But when they are out on a special date Chaz planed they get surrounded but IMP and Crimson. I made this long to make up for me being gone

The sun hung low in the sky, painting the park in shades of gold and amber. A gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass, rustling through the trees and making the day feel perfectly serene. Striker, unusually quiet, sat on the soft blanket Chaz had spread, absently twirling a piece of bread in his fingers as he watched the clouds drift lazily above.

Chaz, on the other hand, was brimming with barely-contained excitement. He had spent the entire morning preparing this picnic—Striker's favorite sandwiches, fresh fruit, a thermos of their preferred drinks—and, tucked into a little box beside him, a surprise that he couldn't wait to give. He watched Striker's profile, the way the sunlight caught on his sleek black hair and glinted off his crimson eyes, and felt a warm, protective fondness that made his chest tighten.

"Hey," Chaz said softly, nudging Striker's shoulder with his own. "You're awfully quiet today. What's going on in that head of yours?"

Striker turned toward him, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Just... enjoying this," he murmured, sweeping his gaze across the picnic spread and the peaceful scenery around them. "You really did all this... for me?"

Chaz grinned, leaning back on his hands and letting the warmth of the sun wash over him. "Of course. You deserve it, Striker. You've been through a lot, and I thought... why not make today special?"

Striker's smile widened, and he reached out to take Chaz's hand, squeezing it gently. "You always know how to make me feel... loved."

Chaz's heart skipped a beat. He glanced down at the small box beside him, the surprise still hidden, and let himself imagine Striker's reaction when he finally revealed it. For now, though, he simply enjoyed the soft, easy silence between them, the gentle touch of their hands, and the rare, peaceful moment where nothing else mattered.

A pair of butterflies flitted nearby, and Chaz couldn't help but chuckle softly. "I can't wait for you to see this," he said, nodding toward the box. "But not yet... I want the perfect moment."

Striker raised an eyebrow, curiosity sparking in his crimson eyes. "Now you're teasing me," he said, playful but affectionate.

Chaz just smirked, leaning closer and brushing a strand of hair from Striker's face. "Maybe a little," he admitted. "But trust me... it'll be worth the wait."

And for a while, the two of them just sat there, the world around them fading as they shared a quiet, intimate moment, completely wrapped up in each other—unaware of the chaos that might soon find them.

Chaz shifted slightly on the blanket, his gaze softening as he reached out and placed a gentle hand on Striker's stomach. "How's our little secret treating you today?" he asked, his voice warm, careful, and full of affection.

Striker's crimson eyes softened as he looked down at Chaz's hand, a small, tired smile tugging at his lips. "Fine," he said, his tone steady but with a hint of weariness. "Just... tired. Hungry all the time. Emotional... a little sick now and then. But fine. Really."

Chaz's chest swelled with relief, his hand gently rubbing soothing circles over Striker's stomach. "I'm glad you're alright," he murmured, brushing his thumb lightly over Striker's skin. "I worry about you... about both of you."

Striker's smile widened, and he leaned slightly into Chaz's touch, letting himself relax under the warmth and care. "I know," he said softly. "And I appreciate it... more than you know."