Sanders sides oneshots

Surprise!

As requested by loganisbestboi
Anological (Logan x Virgil)
Mpreg, fluff
Logan's POV
I have tried to assure my husband of my good health many times over the past six months. Most of my attempts were in vain, but I suspect that to be caused by the fact that he is the embodiment of anxiety. That leads to my current predicament; he is insisting that I take a pregnancy test.

"Lo, please? Just to clear my mind?" He asks and I hesitate before I decide to humor him.

"Fine. I will take the test." I reluctantly agree, which makes him smile.

I grab a test from a box he bought and follow the instructions. "Now we shall wait." I tell him.

He holds me tightly to his chest while we wait for the test to be ready. His look of nervousness when the timer goes off slightly terrifies me, but I choose to ignore it. I check the results and I feel suddenly overwhelmed and numb at the same time. Virgil looks over my shoulder, and gets incredibly excited when he sees the results.

"We're going to be parents!" He says happily, to which I nod dumbly.

"Aren't you excited?" He asks cautiously.

I have not been the type of person to cry often, especially not for long, but the tears do not stop for at least an hour and a half. Virgil holds me close throughout my sobbing, rubbing my back in the way he knows I enjoy. At one point picking me up and carrying me to bed.

"We're going to have a child." I whisper, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, isn't it exciting?" Virgil questions hesitantly.

"It is, but I cannot help but worry." I admit quietly.

"We'll be okay, Lo. They're going to be perfect." Virgil says.

"Perfection is not an achievable state of being." I whisper, earning a small laugh.

"You know what I meant, dork." He says fondly, kissing my forehead.

Two month timeskip (cuz I can)

I'm going to murder Deceit. I was not prepared for questioning about what we plan to do, what do we have set up already, or any other invasive and terrifying things that popped into his skull. Virgil is terrified, I have evaporated into a sobbing mess, and we are not sure what exactly we plan to do.

"We need to relax, okay? We can handle this." He says, attempting to get it together.

"How? I'm going to be a terrible parent! I did not even know about the baby until a few months ago! What if they're sick? What if I mess up later down the line? What if they don't make it?" The tears are flowing freely now, boosted by fear and concern for our child.

"Logan, look at me." He says, tilting my chin up to force me into looking into his eyes.

"We'll be okay, and the baby will too. Pat ran tests, and said they were okay. Everyone messes up when they have a kid, and that's okay. As long as we learn and grow from them. You know, my amazing husband told me something about this type of thing. 'Without mistakes you cannot grow, since you would have no knowledge of what is wrong.' I think it applies with this, don't you?" He explains, holding me close.

I cuddle into his chest, relaxing significantly. I give him a small smile, and he envelopes me in hugs and kisses.

Another month later.

I'm overdue by two days, and the fear is steadily increasing as time goes by. Despite Virgil's constant reassurances, I cannot help but worry about being a bad parent.

"Logan, I want you to look at me." He says, firm but comforting.

I look up at him quietly, opening my arms to be held.

He picks me up gently. "I can see the 'I'm scared' face. We'll be okay, I promise. You're smart and resourceful, and the most qualified to have a baby out of anyone I know. We can do this, I promise." He whispers, rubbing my back.

"What if we can't?" I can't help but ask.

"We'll talk about what we're doing wrong, and fix it. We'll be okay." He says, and I nod.

"Now, I know you've been getting contractions, so let's go meet with Pat to see if they're ready." He says, standing up.

"Virge?" I ask quietly.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Thank you for being there for me." I tell him, and he smiles and kisses me sweetly.

"Thank you for letting me be there." He says.