Chandler Riggs Imagines | √

Little Bump.

“It's you, it's you, it's all for you. Everything I do.”
—Lana del Rey.

Listen to Photograph by Ed Sheeran for this chapter.

3rd person's Pov.

How does someone notice a little bump? Well, that same question you should ask to Chandler Riggs, future father.

Y/N Y/L/N walked out of the kitchen, with another slide of chocolate cake on her plate, heading to the living room to return to the movie. Chandler was waiting, comfy on the sofa, wrapped with a blanket in one corner.

She slid next to him, taking one big bite out of her cake, moaning of how delicious it was. Chandler giggled, looking one more time at the movie.

"Whaf?" She asked. Gulping the mouthful, she asked one more time. "What?"

Chandler shrugged. "Nothing. You almost finish the cake. You've eaten all the movie, do you at least know of what is the movie?"

Y/N nodded, "Yes, I do."

"I'm all ears." Chandler said, pausing the movie.

"Well," Y/N began, "it's of-you know... People that..., Uhm... Do... Things."

Chandler the his head backwards and laughed. Y/N moved on her seat, uncomfortable. "Well, if you weren't Y/N, I would bet all my money that you are pregnant." He simply said.

Y/N chocked, went on the wrong side. Instantly, she looked down at her belly. Well, her appetite had risen. She's getting heavier. And her feet sometimes got swollen.  Gulping, she pulled down a piece of her shirt that got pulled up.

Shaking her head, she turned to the movie that was already playing.

«No, I'm not pregnant.»

★★★

When the movie finally ended, she got up and took the dishes to the buddle, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face.

After washing the dishes, Chandler came from behind, hugging her. And, Y/N managed to slip away from his grip.

"Are you angry? You know I only said it as a joke." Chandler grinned.

"Yeah, whatever." She whispered.

"And plus, if you really were, what's the problem? We've always wanted a family."

Y/N turned to face him, harshly. "It's that you don't understand! My appetite is rising. My mouth waters when I see sweets."

"So, what? You've always drool over sweets."

Y/N laughed through gritted teeth. "Yeah, I know."

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When they were already in bed, Y/N turned around and tried to think about the feeling she had. Female instict. It's wise.

"Y/N..." Chandler whispered.

She turned to him. "Mhm?"

"I've noticed your belly grow."

She shrugged. "I really need to go to the gym."

"No, not that kind of grown belly."

"You mean, as pregnant?" Y/N asked, doubtful.

Chandler nodded, and started rubbing her belly. Both of them knew she was pregnant. Why did they keep denying it so much?

"I think you are." Chandler said, planting a gentle kiss on her belly. Y/N thanked the lights were off, he would see the blush. Chandler rested his head on her belly, carefully not wanting to squeeze her. When her breaths were steady, Y/N started to cry.

But not because she hated being pregnant.

But because she loved it.

And it was a produce of Chandler's and Y/N's love.

Tears of joy.

Not sadness.

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Hey guys!

I read one imagine like this and Oh my, I
cried.

Hope you like this one!!!

Until next time,

Fa.