Homeland (Jean Pierre Polnaref x Reader)

Quiet Nights

"NONONO MON AMOUR! Let me get that for you!" Polnareff shouted at you.

Now you were 37 weeks pregnant.The baby could be here any time within the next few weeks.

"Baby, I'm fine" you reassured your french lover as you attempted to lean over to retrieve the fallen cloth from the floor.

Trembling, you knelt down, and were so close to the cloth, your fingertips brushed along it but before you could fully grab it, you were pulled up quickly and gently. Polnareff's hand on your lower back and the other gripped onto one of your arms.

"I don't want you hurting yourself, [First Name]." He said softly, gazing at you.

"I can handle it, Jean." You replied, kissing him on the cheek. He blushed.

He then crouched down and picked up the fallen cloth from the floor. Both of you continuing to make tonight's dinner.

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Dinner time passed, now both you and you beautiful boyfriend were sitting on the sofa, watching silly game shows. A typical night in for you both, not that you ever complained. Spending time with Jean made things in life be disregarded, only you and him mattered.

He had your head propped up on his lap, you laying across the sofa and him sitting upright with his feet on the coffee table (which made you angry, but his persistence made you give up eventually), both your heads were turned to face to huge box television in the corner of the room as the light from the fire left a soft glow upon the both of you. He had your shirt lifted up so it was just above your very large bump, one of his hands rubbing over it gently making sure not to miss any of it as his other hand was caressing from your forehead to halfway through your [Hair Colour] hair.

"23....NO! IT'S 30! SAY 30 YOU IDIOT!" Polnareff shouted at the TV, jumping in his seat causing you to be shaken from your sleepy state.

"40," the eagar contestant told the presenter on TV.

"INCORR-"

"Correct," the show presenter said, stopping Jean halfway through his shouting.

He grew silent. Sitting comfortably back in position, contemplating life at this point.

You giggled.

'He can get too excited at times' you thought to yourself.

He gave you a death glare as you giggled at his antics. It took you a while to look up at him, but when you did, he was still staring at you.

You flinched, he looked scary.

He gently flicked your forehead as an attempt of revenge, but soon after he kissed the now red mark on your forehead. You tilted your head so now his lips and your own were millimetres from each other, then he leant into a kiss, you following swiftly.

A deep passionate kiss broke out between you two, your hands eventually coming up to cup around his face, his hand still placed on your bump and the other holding your head up towards his.

The baby kicked.

Jean immediately broke away from the kiss when he felt it.

He looked down at the active bump under his palm. You could see the tears start to form in his eyes. This wasn't the first time he felt the baby kick, but it definitely felt like it.

He was going to have a child. A miniature Polnareff. This thought has only just set into his mind, reality had struck. A child. A family. As long as he could only have all this with you, that was what made him truly happy.