Just Survive::AmericaXreader

Chapter Eighteen

Groaning, you leaned over the toilet, Sarge sitting beside you. He whined, licking your cheek. You smiled weakly and pet him. "Sorry, buddy. I don't think we'll be able to play this morning." You then frowned at how raspy your voice sounded. For the past twenty minutes, you've been dry heaving over the toilet. Your morning sickness had gotten terrible over the past two weeks.

You've known you were pregnant for two weeks, but you still haven't gathered the courage to tell Alfred. Only Elizabeta and Chun-yan knew.

"(Name)? You in there?" Alfred's tired voice sounded from the other side of the door.

You nodded, then responded with a mumbled, 'yeah.' You heaved yourself to your feet, then waddled to the door.

Once you opened the door, Alfred had his warm hands cupping your cheeks. "You're so pale... (Name), this has been going on for a while, now. Maybe you should have Tina take a look?" He suggested, his blue eyes shimmering with concern. You smiled, placing your hands over his. You thought it was incredibly cute when he showed how worried he was for you.

Slowly, you shook your head. "No, I don't want to bother her. I just need some rest, Alfie." You told him, then kissed his cheek. "I'll be fine." You tried to reassure him, but he looked unsure.

"Alright. But if it happens again tomorrow, I'm getting Tina." You rolled your eyes, but agreed to make him happy.

"Fine. But it's nothing bad, I promise." You giggled as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up. "Alfred!" You squealed, then laughed as you were tossed on the bed and he fell on top of you, his nose buried into your stomach. "Alfred! That tickles!"

Alfred snickered, squeezing you tighter. Once you were settled and comfortable, you weaved your fingers through his wheaten hair and stared at the ceiling. "What do you think about kids?"

The American's question brought you out of your trance and you looked down at him. "What about kids?"

He shrugged, shifting so he could look up at you. "I don't know. Just about... I was thinking about it last night. I was thinking about how maybe when the third wall is finished, we could try for some kids. So a couple of months."

"Oh..." You muttered, looking back up at the ceiling. You bit your lip and breathed in deeply to hold back tears. "Yeah... Sounds good..."

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"Is something wrong?" Elizabeta asked as she watched you push around your lunch.

You groaned, dropping your fork. You buried your face in your hands. "Alfred..."

The Hungarian's eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, what'd he do? Did you tell him? Did he get mad? Did he yell? Did he blame you? Does he not want a baby!?" Her fiery green eyes started to burn in anger.

"No, Liza... I didn't even tell him." You grumbled, raising your head. Elizabeta sat back, puzzlement etched across her face. "He said he wants a kid, but not until the third wall is completed! He said in a couple months. In a couple of months, Liza! In a couple of months, I'm going to be huge! I won't be able to hide it!"

Elizabeta came around the table, then comfortingly wrapped her arms around you. "It's alright, sweetie. Just talk to him and tell him. I'm sure he'll understand. I'm also sure he'll be super happy." She gave you a grin, then stood up. "Then, when you got a belly like mine," she rubbed her swelling stomach. She was just over fourth months, so her baby bump was still pretty small, "he'll be like Gilbert; always feeling it and talking to it as if they could respond. I call him an idiot for it, but I honestly find it sweet. It makes me happy to watch and listen to him talking to our baby. Gilbert and Alfred both with make great fathers."