Jack Barakat Imagines

Pregnant

Hey girl :) I was slightly wondering if you want to write an imagine for me where you are pregnant and engaged with jack and he is all caring and sweet and something overreacting when you carry heavier stuff or something like that :) Just something cute and fluffy please :) Oh and you are pregnant with a little boy :)

AN holy fucking toadstools guys this is thE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN I CAN'T STOP SMILING SEND HELP it's probably not that cute I'm just having major feels ok this is not a drill mayday mayday Abbie is falling down. Not sure if I've updated sometime that's less than a week but I really hope so, because holy fucking shit I have a hell of a lot of requests jesus christ and I absolutely refuse to close my ask and/or my requests you guys have great ideas like wow nice A+ @ you anyway I'm peacing out so I really hope you love it enjoy lovelies xx

Your POV

It was moving day. Today is the day that Jack and I, soon to be married are leaving our little apartment and are moving to a house. An actual house with a dog door and a back yard and a tree in there, and everything is so green I might cry.

I'm a little emotional given the condition I'm in. I'm pregnant and with a little boy Jack and I can call our own. He might have been a surprise, but he's the best one I could ever ask for. When I told Jack he cried out of excitement, I could tell he's always wanted to be a father. When we found out the baby was a boy, Jack was so excited, he bought so many little rocker outfits for him, and we'd been debating names since we found out.

So we're moving out and heading into the suburbs. Jack claims this is the best neighborhood in Baltimore, simply because it was his. We live about a block away from his old home. His parents had headed back to Lebanon, but he never fails to tell me about all the wild things he and Alex used to do.

We had a lot of work to be doing, I was seven months pregnant in the middle of July, and so it was hot weather and green trees all around us. The house was small ish, a four bedroom, two bathroom, two story home, big enough for the kind of family Jack and I wanted to have. Jack had insisted on naming our boy Mark after Mark Hoppus of Blink-182, or even Billie Joe, but I insisted we waited.

When the U-haul pulled up with our stuff in it, Jack insisted that we had to help with the moving guys. He didn't want them to be too troubled moving us in here. I wanted to help, so I hopped up on the truck to help him move some boxes, and just as I was about to pick up one for his room, Jack popped out of the front door to take the box from me. He was on the truck with me, grabbing it out of my hands. "You may want to put that down," he claimed, sliding it hour of my hands. "Don't want to put very much strain on yourself."

"Jack, I'm fine," I insisted, trying to get the box back. "I can help a little."

"What you need is to sit down. Relax, Y/N, take a breather."

"I've been taking a breather for 20 miles, can't you let me help a little?"

"Nope," he gave me a grin, shifting the box's weight in his arms. "No can do, toaster oven, that baby's going to come out looking finer than toaster strudel on the Pillsbury commercials. Sit your ass down and make some lemonade or something." He kissed me on the head, then hopped off the truck to go set the box in the house.

I struggled to get off the truck, but not for too long. My belly wasn't too big so I could still maneuver. I waltzed in the kitchen as I ran into one of the workers, who just got done setting down our TV. "When's the kid due?" He asked, making polite conversation.

"Couple of months," I told him smiling.

"This place is going to be great for you guys, huh?"

"That was the plan."

"Hey!" I heard someone call from the top of the stairs. "No flirting with the misses!"

"Relax, Jack, it wasn't flirting." I smiled at the guy as he took that as a sign to continue back to work. "Also I'm not a misses yet until you kiss this easy bake oven down the aisle."

"Babe, nothing about you is easy," he told me with a peck on the lips. "And that's not happening until our little guy comes out. He's gonna get the best seat in the house."

"Right next to Alex I'm sure," I told him, walking away, heading back towards the kitchen, to make the lemonade.

"Alex only gets the best seat if he's my best man, and I don't know about that since Rian got the spot at his wedding."

"I suppose you're gonna give it to Nano then, huh?"

"Maybe Zack, who knows. It definitely won't be Rian though, he already got his shot."

I laughed at that, and struggled to get the pitcher out from the cabinet. Jack had already made sure that all of the dishware was where it needed to go, and he put the pitcher at some ungodly place, high enough for me to not be able to reach it.

"Don't struggle too hard, babe, I can get it."

"Don't flatter yourself, I can get it myself."

"I'm telling you, Y/N, little Mark in there is gonna be bad at math if you keep this up. Stop trying to do things you can't." He grabbed the pitcher out of the cabinet and placed it on the counter, making him uncomfortably close to me.

"Little Mark is gonna be bad at math anyway, you and I both know that we both suck at it, what makes you think he's gonna be any different?"

"Does that mean you agree to naming him Mark?" He asked me with one of his famous grins. His smile reached his eyes and it illuminated his brown eyes just right. His mouth was just a compliment.

"Absolutely not."

"I'm getting closer you know," he told me, his voice becoming incredibly soft as he moved closer to me.

"Closer to what?"

"Getting my way." His arms snaked around my waist, causing mine to curl around his neck. He leaned in for a kiss, and I gladly accepted. His mouth moved gently against mine, none of us fighting to prove anything, just a genuine kiss between us.

We were interrupted by one of the workers clearing his throat as he walked in. Jack just responded by kissing me harder and adding tongue, loving the attention. I giggled against his mouth, but pulled away. "Come on, Jacky, we got a lot of work to do."

He eyes me up and down, licking his lips, and giving me a slight smirk. "You're goddamn right we do."

"Language, babe. The baby's right here."

"The baby is in a womb, can't hear shit."

"Jack!" I laughed, pouring out the lemonade into different cups. "You make him listen to Sum 41 while we're watching TV, don't tell me that you believe he can't hear us."

"Well if he's listening to Sum 41 at such a young age, there's no doubt he's going to be swearing by age five."

I grabbed the couple of glasses that I had poured and brought them outside to the workers as Jack was trailing behind, smiling like an idiot. "He'll learn," I called out to him behind my shoulder. I faced the nice couple of guys that were helping us with our house and handed them the lemonade. "Thanks you guys for helping out," I told them as I handed it to them.

They smiled in return, and took the drinks gratefully. By the time it was done, it was six in the afternoon and the sun had started to set. "That's not something you miss, huh Jack?"

"What are you babbling about?" He asked me from his spot right next to me. We had been watching TV with boxes around us, not bothering to open another one until tomorrow. The only things we had ready were the couch, the TV, and our bed. I was staring out the window as I was talking to Jack.

"About the main part of the city. With all the lights everywhere, I doubt we'd get this good of a view for the sunset."

"I don't need a sunset, as long as you're here with my little guy, everything I need's all right here." He patted my pouched belly and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before kissing me lightly on the lips. He pulled away, and gently let his forehead rest against mine. I sighed in content and closed my eyes. This baby is going to have one hell of a father.