Arcane Imagines

claggor

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title: the favorite

prompt: you're pregnant with claggor's baby and his family fight over who the favorite is.

"Sweetheart, don't you dare." My husband stopped me as I was about to pick up a part of our baby's bed. I sigh, lifting myself back up while holding the bottom of my stomach. "Claggor I can pick up a piece of wood." I walk over to him. He sat on the floor trying to figure out the directions to put the crib together. It was mine from when I was a baby that my mom surprisingly kept.

"Not if I'm here. What if you trip and fall forwards? I would never forgive myself." He looks up at me with a stern expression. I roll my eyes, nudging him with my knee. "I'm only 31 weeks, I don't even have the pregnancy waddle yet. So I am very capable of picking things up without tripping." I fold my arms, a little annoyed with this conversation that we've had before.

Anytime I even lift a finger I get scolded. I can't cook, I can't lift anything over 5 pounds, I can't pick things up off the ground anymore. "You're in denial first off because you so have a waddle. And second I am here so you don't need to be capable of picking something up. I got it." He takes my hand, kissing it softly. I roll my eyes, taking in a deep breath. "Okay, whatever. When our princess comes out being a little diva that's going to be on you." I point a finger in his face, he pretends like he's going to bite me.

"And I'll be okay with a little diva." He goes back to building the crib.

I go out to our living room to sit down on the couch. I let out a bored huff. What am I supposed to do? Just sit here and read? Who does he think I am? I'm tougher than him. I used to be a professional fighter. Now I'm some sort of wife with a great husband who wants to take care of me.

My hands land on my stomach and I think about our baby who is in my tummy. What will she look like when she's born? I hope she has my eyebrows. Claggor's nose.

A bunch of knocks sound at the door and I frown knowing I have to stand up from just sitting down. I grab the back of the couch and try to push myself up. "Sit down, sit down. I got it." Claggor rushes past me, getting the door. I blink a few times, now annoyed since I got halfway up!

Vander comes into the house holding two baskets. "I bring gifts for my grandchild!" He laughs excitedly, I grin up at him. "Thank you! You didn't have to do that!" I appreciate Vander, he's been such a good help with setting things up for his granddaughter. "Ah, yes I did. She's going to be such a spoiled girl." He clasps his hands together after Claggor took the baskets from him, setting them next to me on the couch.

"Well, we love you." I smile, taking the first basket and opening it to see little blankets, a thing of diapers and wipes. "This is so helpful." I start to tear up, Claggor sits next to me pulling me into his arms. "Sorry, I'm just so grateful for this. You don't understand." A tear falls and my body wracks in a sob.

"She's been crying a lot more lately." Claggor tells his dad and I sniffle. Vander snickers, "it's alright. No worries, I know how it goes." He waves my behavior off.

"Powder, Ekko and Mylo are going to be stopping by. They told me to let you know." He exclaims, his arms over his chest as he speaks to us. "Oh man, they're so sweet!" I cry out, hiding my face in my husband's chest. I feel him shake as he laughs at me. "Sweetheart, it's okay." He rubs my back up and down. "Sorry," I sat up, wiping my tears. "Pregnancy brain." I grab the other basket, opening it to reveal some baby clothes. "Perfect, we've been needing to grab some more pajamas." I take them out of the basket, holding them up one by one to check them out. "So cute." I squeal, leaning my head on Claggor's shoulder.

Not even moments later there's a pounding at the door and Vander gets it. Mylo sneaks under his arm holding a large golden necklace. "Got this for my niece so she will know who the best Uncle ever is." He throws it over to Claggor who picks it up in between his fingers to inspect it. "Yeah, she's never going to wear this." He deadpans to his brother with an irritated expression.

"What!? I spent good money on that. She's going to love it." He throws his hands in the air. "Mylo, this is fake. Her mother is allergic to fake metal so I'm sure she will be too." Claggor throws it back to the shorter guy. "Ohhh! He told you." Powder comes in with a small box, Ekko behind her with painting supplies. "Here ya go!" She places the box down in my lap. "I made them." She proudly states, hands behind her back. I picked up a light pink rattle. I shook it and it was soft sounding. Perfect for a baby. I look at the others and there were some teething toys along with a few building blocks. "Powder, thank you! This is amazing." I grin up at her. "Awe, it's nothing much. I'm excited to meet your beautiful bundle of joy!"

Ekko wiggles the paint supplies and I point to the bedroom. "Thank you again, Ekko!" I call after him. "No problem! I'm so excited to do this." He pokes his head out to tell me and I chuckle. "Also, could you clean this mess up? Or is the crib supposed to look like this?" He looks to Claggor who groans. "I forgot all about it. I'll be back, babe." He plants a kiss on my lips before heading into our daughter's bedroom.

Powder plops down in his spot, Vander reprimands his other son about trying to give a baby a gold chain that ended up being fake. I giggle, turning to my sister-in-law.

"You're so talented Pow." I lift up her artwork and her face flushes. "Thank you, I didn't know what to get you guys for her. Ekko said something about giving you little toys. Then I thought about how I could just make the toys myself." She explains her process and I smile. "Well this is a great gift."

"I'm going to be her favorite uncle, trust!" Mylo tells his dad who scoffs. "You don't even know what to get a kid." Vander places his hands on his hips. "You're right but I know how to make the kid look cool. She'll be beating up bitches left and right." He announces and I snort.

"That's why you're not babysitting. Ever." Claggor comes back into the room. He turns to look at me but then sees Powder in his spot and he frowns. "What? Why not?" Mylo asks.

"You want my kid to be violent. She's not going to be." Claggor pinches the bridge of his nose, not believing this was actually a question. "Yeah, that's why I'm going to be the favorite. Praise peace and love." Ekko peaks out behind my husband and I snicker. "You are not going to be the favorite! You guys will eat your words when the first thing she says is Uncle Mylo." He points at all of us. I hold my stomach from how hard I'm laughing. Powder giggling with me, her hand grabbing onto my wrist trying to contain herself as well.

"Her first word will be dada. Not her uncle who is an idiot." Claggor argues, I raise my eyebrow. Dada? It's definitely going to be mama but I don't have the energy to join this fight. "I'm not an idiot." Mylo furrows his eyebrows.

"It could be Uncle Ekko. I top all you suckers." Ekko says and now the three are all in a very heated argument about my daughter who's not even out of the womb yet.

Powder turns to me, putting a hand in front of my ear. "I hope they realize the favorite is actually going to be me... Gonna be so embarrassed when they find out." She tells me and I grin. "You're so right." I nod my head.