𝕮𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

Pregnant | C.S.

[Fluff]

The first thing you woke up to was warmth—Cobie's body curled against yours, her belly pressed snugly to your side. Then you felt a shift, followed by a dramatic groan.

"Ugh," Cobie huffed, struggling to turn over. "I'm officially enormous."

You grinned, eyes still half-closed. "Mmm. Sexy enormous."

She let out a snort. "Oh, please. I am literally a whale."

You cracked one eye open, smirking at her. "A very majestic, very fertile whale."

Cobie turned to glare at you. "Do not use the word 'fertile' in bed."

You laughed, leaning in to kiss the side of her head. "Okay, okay. But you are the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen."

She pouted, resting a hand on her belly. "You have to say that."

Your fingers trailed lightly over the curve of her stomach, admiring how warm and taut her skin felt beneath your touch. "I don't have to. I want to."

She eyed you suspiciously. "You actually like this?" She gestured vaguely at her body.

You raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding? You're glowing, you're soft, and you have huge boobs."

Her mouth fell open in exaggerated horror as she smacked your arm. "Oh my god!"

"What? It's true!" you laughed, grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "They're like two perfect, life-giving pillows."

Cobie groaned and buried her face in her hands. "I cannot believe I'm dating a pervert."

You nuzzled your nose into her neck, smiling. "You love it."

"...Unfortunately."

Your hand slid lower, rubbing gentle circles into her belly. "Mm. And you're so warm."

She let out a long, tired breath. "That's because I'm basically an oven."

"A sexy oven."

She groaned again. "Stop calling me 'sexy' and inanimate objects in the same sentence."

You grinned, kissing the curve of her jaw. "Not my fault you're both."

Before she could respond, something sharp nudged your palm.

You both froze.

Then—another, more definitive kick.

Your eyes widened. "I think he's agreeing with me."

Cobie glared at her belly. "Traitor."

You chuckled, rubbing slow, affectionate circles over her skin. "Oh, baby, you're so outnumbered in this house already."

She let out a dramatic sigh. "I know. You and him are already conspiring against me."

You leaned in close, your lips brushing her ear. "Maybe."

She shivered slightly, tilting her head to give you more access as your lips grazed her skin. "You're so lucky I love you."

You smirked. "Oh, I know."

⸻

After breakfast, the two of you ended up sprawled out on the couch, a blanket tangled around your legs. Cobie lounged with her feet across your lap, one hand cradling the underside of her belly while the other scrolled lazily through her phone. Her shirt barely stretched over the curve of her stomach.

"What do you think of Noah?" she asked suddenly.

You hummed. "Noah Smulders. It's cute."

She narrowed her eyes. "You hate it."

"I don't hate it," you said carefully.

She raised a skeptical brow. "Okay, Miss Perfect Opinion. What do you suggest?"

You grinned. "How about Ethan?"

Cobie repeated it thoughtfully. "Ethan..."

"Strong. Powerful. Just like his mom."

Her cheeks flushed, and she opened her mouth—probably to argue—when her belly jerked beneath your hand.

Another sharp kick. Harder this time.

You blinked, stunned. "Oh."

Cobie winced. "Oof. I think he just cast his vote."

You gently pressed your palm to the spot where the kick landed, feeling him move again beneath your fingers. "Damn. He's got a strong opinion."

"He gets that from you," she muttered.

You smirked. "Oh, baby, he gets everything from you. The attitude. The dramatics."

Cobie gasped in mock offense, placing a hand dramatically on her chest. "I am not dramatic!"

You arched an eyebrow. "Really? Because a few hours ago, you called yourself a whale.'"

"That was factual."

You laughed and kissed her belly. "Mmm. The sexiest, most dramatic little whale in the ocean."

She groaned and pulled a pillow over her face. "I hate you."

You nipped lightly at the skin just above her navel. "No, you don't."

"...No," she admitted after a pause, sighing into the pillow. "I really don't."

⸻

By the time night fell, Cobie was beyond exhausted. You helped her into bed slowly, guiding her down with both hands, careful not to rush her. She let out a deep, relieved breath the moment her back hit the mattress.

"You are a saint," she mumbled sleepily.

You grinned. "Mm, say that again?"

She gave you a look. "Don't push your luck."

You slid in beside her and pressed close, spooning her gently from behind. Your arm wrapped around her, hand resting on her belly, fingers splayed protectively.

"Oh, but you love when I push my luck," you teased.

"Mmm. Maybe."

You traced lazy circles along her hip, your palm slowly drifting down to the soft swell of her belly again. "You are so damn soft."

Cobie sighed, melting into your touch. "Because I'm a walking marshmallow at this point."

You smiled, letting your lips brush against her ear. "Mmm. A very biteable marshmallow."

She inhaled sharply. "...Is that so?"

You let your teeth graze her shoulder, just enough pressure to make her shiver. "Mmhmm."

Cobie tilted her head, exposing more of her neck. "And what do you do with biteable marshmallows?"

Your voice dropped to a low murmur. "I devour them."

She exhaled shakily. "Mmm. Maybe I'm not as tired as I thought."

You grinned into her skin. "Oh, baby. I'll take my time."

She turned her head slightly, her lips already curving into a smirk. "We'll see about that."

And when your lips met—slow and teasing, warm and open—you realized something you already knew: you'd never get tired of this. Not waking up to her laughter. Not teasing each other over breakfast. Not holding her while the baby kicked beneath your hand. Not watching her try and fail to pretend she didn't love the attention.

Every single moment, every little groan and giggle and kiss, felt like home.

And as her fingers curled into your wrist, pulling you closer, her body warm and soft against yours, you knew—

You were already exactly where you were supposed to be.

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