Impractical Jokers Requests Book Two

During Pregnancy

Joe: Throughout your pregnancy, Joe was very attentive towards you, he always wanted to make sure that you were okay, and that the baby wasn't causing you too much fatigue. Especially one afternoon when he returned home from work.

"Honey, I'm home." He called out, as he hung his jacket up and slipped his shoes off. Hearing no response from you, Joe was intrigued. He walked all over the house looking for you, until he clambered up the stairs to the bedroom. He gently pushed open the door, to see you passed out, laying on your side. Joe smiled to himself, you were so precious to him, and he felt lucky to have you as his wife.

He stepped towards the bed, squatting down so that he was eye level with you. Joe watched you sleep, taking in all of your beauty, as his hand softly caressed at a loose strand of hair. He ran his hand along your shoulder, and down to your baby bump. He placed a kiss to your stomach, admiring his soon to be baby. He took a seat on the floor, with his back leant against the edge of the bed, as he started to sing nursery rhymes in a hushed tone. It was at this point that you woke up. Your eyes slipped open, seeing the back of Joe's head rock side to side, as he sang softly. You could feel the baby kicking, excited to hear their father's voice.

As Joe's singing came to an end, you let out a slight giggle. Joe jumped out of his skin, as he turned back to face you; his face bright red, as he stumbled over his words.

"H-How, er...how long have you b-been, erm...listening?" He panicked. You smiled, caressing a hand against his cheek, causing Joe to instantly relax.

"Long enough to see that you're going to be a wonderful father, Joey." You smiled, as Joe leant across to place a soft kiss to your lips.

Murr: It surprised you how excited Murray was about becoming a father, he was counting down the weeks until your little one was born. He was always there to assist you, especially as you were coming to the end of your pregnancy. You were at 38 weeks, and it was beginning to get difficult for you to move, specifically when trying to get up from the sofa.

"Sweetie you stay put, what is it that you need?" Murr asked, as he stopped you from moving.

"I was just going to get some food." You answered. Murr made you sit back, not before plumping up the cushions located behind you, as he ran out to the kitchen, soon returning with a tray full of food.

"I didn't know what you wanted, so I brought an array of choices." He smiled, as he placed the tray down onto the coffee table. It was filled with anything and everything, from candy all the way to sandwiches.

"Thank you, Baby." You smiled, as you got stuck in. It was safe to say that your cravings were beginning to take their toll, and Murray had saved the day.

After you had eaten all that you possibly could, you felt a kick come from the baby. You guess that they were no longer hungry. Murray placed a hand to your bump, feeling his offspring moving and kicking around. His face lit up with excitement.

"I think this baby is going to take after you in the eating department." You joked, as Murr nodded his head in agreement.

"And I'd be proud of that." He chuckled. "Let's hope that they're a soup lover."

Q: Q was excited to be a father, but he had a funny way of showing it. He wasn't a one to constantly check that you or the baby were okay. You knew deep down that he cared, but put it down to nerves for his lack of interest at this moment in time. You were sure that once the little one had arrived, Q would step up as a father.

Q was sat in the living room, playing video games, as you sat reading next to him. You were coming towards the end of your pregnancy, struggling to get about the house, but you somehow managed. The baby was beginning to press against your bladder, making it a constant battle for you to get up and make it to the bathroom in time.

You stood up, walking passed Q, as he moved to the side to see the screen. He was so entranced in the game that he didn't even check that you were okay. You made your way to the bathroom, and did what you needed to do. You were about to return back to the living room, when you became stuck. Your baby had grown so big that you weren't able to get up without any assistance. You tried holding onto the counter, to pull yourself up, but it was no use, you needed Q's help.

"Q!" You called out.

"What, [Y/N]? I'm in the middle of a game, Babe!" Q shouted back, making you roll your eyes.

"I'm, er...I'm stuck!"

"Stuck? What do you mean?" He answered back, slightly perplexed.

"Just get in here, Q!" You shouted, trying to sound the least bit angry.

A few minutes went by, before Q appeared in the hallway, he turned, seeing you sat there. He made his way into the bathroom, stifling a laugh. He leant against the doorframe, folding his arms, as a smirk sprawled across his face.

"Oh, that kind of stuck, huh?" He chuckled, causing you to roll your eyes once again.

"You put this thing in me, just shut up and help me, you dick." You laughed. Q went to help you up, before he paused. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

"Now, is that how you treat your knight in shining armour?"

"Q...you're helping me up from the toilet, not slaying a dragon for me." You giggled, as Q nodded his head in acceptance.

"Fair point." He chuckled, as he finally assisted you up onto your feet.

Sal: Sal was more than ready to become a father. He had accompanied you to every appointment, wanting to see how much the baby had grown each and every time. With one week left until your due date, it was safe to say that both you and Sal were getting excited for your little one to arrive.

As the day drew closer, the usual routines were becoming more and more difficult for you, meaning that Sal had to help out more, especially when it came to showering, which he didn't mind, of course he didn't. His typical excuse to make the most out of the situation was to shower together to 'save on water'.

Two days before your due date, you wanted to get yourself ready, and by ready, it meant doing the whole body make over regime. You were in the bathroom, waiting for Sal to join you, as you grabbed your razor from the drawer. Sal stepped into the bathroom, as you turned around to face him.

"What needs to be done today then, Gorgeous?" He smiled. You held up the razor, witnessing his smile soon fade away. "Really? Does it need to be done?"

"Yes, Sal! I can't go into hospital to give birth looking like Chewbacca!" You laughed, as Sal nodded his head. He snatched the razor, wetting it under the tap, before he started on the task of your legs.

Once he was done, he placed the razor onto the counter. Sal had actually done a pretty decent job for his first time shaving legs, leaving only a few minor scrapes to your skin. He looked you up and down, his finger pointing towards your lower half.

"What about, erm...t-there?" His eyes shifted down your front. You pondered for a short while, 'there' did need some tender loving care, and you were looking forward to seeing Sal's face drop.

"Could you?" You asked, watching all colour from his face drain away. Sal gulped profusely, before his hand moved to the razor, picking it up in his grasp. He bent down, stammering over his words.

"What if – what if I...do it wrong?" He asked worryingly. You couldn't help but let a laugh slip passed your lips, as Sal stared at you blankly. "I'm serious!"

"I'll just do it, Sal. Thank you for your help, now scram." You laughed, taking the razor from his hand and pushing him out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Sal rested his head against the wood, calling in.

"You sure you're okay in there? I-I don't mind doing it!" He pestered.

"Sal, its fine, Honey. I didn't expect you to do it anyway." You giggled. Sal finally accepted his fate, and walked away from the door, leaving you to it. You knew that deep down inside he did mean well.