Voltron One Shots

SHIRO X READER

~Smut Scale: 7~
~Mature Content~
|BABY FEVER|

You looked down at the small band on your finger as it glistened in the light. You were finally back on Earth. After fighting aliens and protecting the universe for three years, your feet were finally planted on the familiar ground you missed so much.

And that meant you could finally get married.

You and Shiro walked hand-in-hand to his parents home, still clad in your paladin armour.

"Ready?" He asked, giving your hand a soft squeeze.

Sighing, you nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Several vehicles lined the driveway, and pink balloons were tied to the porch railings.

"I wonder what's going on?" Shiro said, curiously.

The two of you didn't bother knocking, but instead walked right on in to be met with several dozens of people all gathered in the living room.

Slowly, each person stopped talking and their wide eyes all landed on the two of you.

"Hi everybody." Shiro greeted.

A girl with long, black hair and chocolate brown eyes stood up from her spot on the couch and looked at Shiro with tear filled eyes.

"Shiro?" She sniffed.

Your fiancé let go of your hand and moved to hug his sister, which was a little difficult to do around her rounded belly.

"Look at you," Shiro smiled, resting a hand on his sisters belly. "How far along? Who's the father?"

Your attention was pulled away from the siblings when a familiar face came into view.

[AN: (B/FF/N) means "best female friends name"]

"(B/FF/N)!" You cheered, wrapping your arms around your friends neck.

"I can't believe it's really you. I thought you were gone forever! Kidnapped or dead in a ditch somewhere, I'm so glad to see you!"

The two of you held each other close until a small hand tugged at your friends jeans.

A small boy, no more than a year old, was gripping onto your friend for dear life.

[AN: (K/N) means "kids name"]

"Oh," (B/FF/N) said, picking the toddler up. "(Y/N), this is (K/N). He's my son."

You didn't try to mask your surprise. The two of them looked alike, that was for sure, but you couldn't comprehend the idea that your best friend has a year old son.

"W-wow. Who's the father?" You asked.

[AN: (R/CM) means "random classmate"]

(B/FF/N) smiled. "Do you remember (R/CM) from the Garrison?"

You nodded your head.