American Horror Story Imagines

Jimmy Darling- Call me daddy

Credit to: ahmrmarch

A/N: NOT SMUT YOU KINKY MOTHERFUCKERS ITS CUTE OKAY? okay good .

Being with the Freak Show was fun. You didn't have anything to do in it, but you decided to tag along. People always wonder why and there is one main reason. You fell in love with Jimmy Darling. He was everything you could ask for; kind, loving, confident. You absolutely adore him and he's just as crazy about you.

So why were you so nervous? Taking a deep breath, you clutch the small stick in your hand and walk into his tent. "Jimmy?" you call out as the end of your dress fans against your legs. There's a sound of shuffling and a loud thump, which frightens you.

You follow the noise, only to find your boyfriend next to his cot with his hand down his pants. A blush creeps its way on your cheeks but you cover one side with the hand that isn't behind your back. His face is bright red and he quickly removes his hand, sitting up. "Y/N, doll, what is it? What's wrong? You look pale." he quips, standing to his feet while he wipes his hands on the gray pants he's wearing.

"Nothing's wrong! I actually have a surprise for you!" you beam, grabbing his hand and pulling him down with you on his cot. As you trace his fingers, a gentle smile spreads across his face. "Now close your eyes!" you squeal, twirling the item behind your back.

He sighs, shutting his eyelids, "Doll, you're kinda scaring me. What's the big ide-" he pauses when you place the plastic stick in his hand. A look of confusion appears and he cracks, revealing his dark chocolate eyes. He makes out a blurry pink plus sign and blinks. "You're- You're..." he trails off, tears starting to form.

You nod, "I'm pregnant!"

He shakes his head, tears falling down. "No, you can't be!" he breathes, staring at you with his lips pressed in a firm line. You feel your heart break; he didn't want the baby? "What if- what if it's a freak, like I am? W-where would it stay? What if I'm not a good fath-"

Cutting him short of his ramblings, you force his lips on your own, cupping his face. "Don't say that. Any of it. I love you and your hands, so, if the baby has your hands, you know what? I'll love them endlessly." he grins, stroking your cheek and you kiss his fingers, "and we'll share a tent; it'll sleep there. With their amazing father and mother; with us."

"Their ridiculously beautiful mother who always knows what to say." Jimmy corrects, laying you back on the cot. His hands roam your slightly bloated abdomen, making you giggle slightly and you play with his curls. "Hi there, I'm Jimmy, but you'll call me Daddy..." he mumbles against your stomach, "Just like how your mommy calls me Daddy."

That earns him a slap on the back of his head. "Watch it, Mr. Darling." you warn, pointing a finger at him.

He chuckles, resting his head on your belly. Smiling at you and showing off his dimples, he brushes some hair off your face. "I love you so much. I can't wait to see our little baby." he hums.

"Me either. I love you, my Darling." you say, leaning against his hand.