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Nachos (Cordelia Goode)

Ship: Cordelia Goode x Reader

Words: 474 (this is a baby fic)

Warning: LOTS OF FLUFF!, pregnancy (yes it can be a trigger) vomiting.

The sweet sound of Cordelia Goode humming filled the vintage styled bathroom, as she drummed the side of the free-standing sink with one hand, the other moving quickly in the air as she rigorously brushed her teeth. It was quite late into the evening, eleven or twelve and the large house was still and quiet, all the girls and council members tucked in their beds, sleeping soundly. Cordelia and I had been up late painting the ever-changing nursery. We had repainted 3 times now, desperately trying to find the perfect colour for our sweet baby girl. This time I was positive that this colour was THE ONE. Cordelia and I settled on a light violet, the room feeling more peaceful even before we were done with the final coat. It had been a relaxing night, the excitement of the whole event keeping us laughing and dancing around the room late into the night. It was nice to have some time just to our selves.

As Cordelia leaned forward, spitting the remaining toothpaste that was in her mouth into the porcelain sink, watching it swirl down the sink; I came racing into the room, my body waddling back and forth. My large pregnant body prevented me from moving to the toilet as quickly as my brain was screaming at me too. I fell to my knees, the hard cold tile biting into my bare skin but I didn't care, the vomit already in my throat. With a series of violet gags and body convulsions, my supper came up and splatter against the white toilet bowl.

Cordelia spun around and shot into action quickly, placing her toothbrush back in the cup and appearing beside me in one swift movement.

"Oh Y/N," Cordelia cooed, gently brushing my hair out of my extremely pale face and gathering the rest of it in her slender hands. With her other hand, she rubbed up and down my back, aware that the action soothed me.

My first trimester had been brutal, I had never been so sick in my life. Cordelia had joked that I was caring a strong witch inside me and Fiona had been sick as a dog with her as well. It always made me laugh, hearing her toot her own Supreme horn but I knew that behind the joke Cordelia still believed what she claims may have been the truth.

Now 6 months into my pregnancy, I still occasionally began violently ill.

"I knew you shouldn't have eaten all those nachos." I would have rolled my eyes at my wife if I hadn't had my head in the shitter. I knew she was right though and she had indeed warned me that that amount of cheese and sour cream would surely upset my stomach, but sometimes pregnancy cravings outweighed logic.

I sat up and subconsciously wiped my lips with the back of my hand, taking a mental note to never do that again. Cordelia slowly stood me up in silence, realizing that nagging me at this point would only make me feel worse and she reached behind me, flushing and then closing the seat lid.

"Sit Darlin'," She spoke in a motherly tone, kissing my forehead, the salt taste of the calm sweat that covered it, lingering on her lips as she retracted my toothbrush from the same cup and wet it. She quickly dipped it in the small jar of natural toothpaste powered that I had made for the both of us, before returning to me. She sank to her knees, bringing herself to my eye level, and smiled sympathetically.

"Open up." I couldn't help but giggle softly at Cordelia as she held the toothbrush up to my dry lips, despite the awful way I was feeling. I hadn't had someone brush my teeth since I had been a small child and the idea seemed absurd to an adult mind but I couldn't help but obey.

Cordelia began brushing gently along my bottom teeth, her other hand lightly cupping my jaw/neck to stabilize my head. I smiled at her goofily and began making funny faces, finally getting her to laugh.

"I feel like a baby," My words were barely audible through the toothpaste and large brush in my mouth but she had somehow understood and laughed. Cordelia shook her head back and forth, biting her lip before speaking.

"If our child is half as funny as you are Y/N, we will never stop laughing."