Communication | LFX
genre: fluff
phrase(s): 19: “come watch my belly, it’s going crazy!” & 23: “watermelon with peanut butter sounds so great right now.”
age: Benji = fetus (6 months)
warnings: pregnant!reader
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“Ah, it’s too hot,” Felix moaned, collapsing onto the sofa, next to you.
The two of you were in the garden, in the shaded area of course. Even though it was only June, in Korea, summer had come early, and both of you were relying on fans and ice-cream to keep you from melting.
“Yeah, cause you’re the one carrying a human right now,” you groaned, rubbing your six-month-pregnant lump of a baby bump.
Felix rolled his eyes, “I know, I know. Do you need anything?”
You hummed, thinking for a second, “watermelon with peanut butter sounds so great right now.”
“At least it’s not gravel anymore,” Felix sighed, pressing a kiss to your head before heading inside to get your snack ready.
You laughed, “thank you for not letting me eating gravel!”
“What I’m here for!” Felix called, before laughing.
You smiled, shifting slightly, thinking the uncomfort in your back was due to your seated position. Glancing down, however, you soon realised it was not you. It was him.
“There you go, one watermelon and peanut butter,” Felix smiled, putting the plate down on the arm of the sofa beside you and his own watermelon (no peanut butter) on the table, before heading back inside, “I’ll get drinks. Iced tea?”
“Wait! Lix! Come watch my belly, it’s going crazy!” you laughed, your voice showing your disbelief.
Felix furrowed his eyebrows. ‘Going crazy’, what did that even mean? He’d seen the small bumps that arised on your skin if your son kicked particularly hard, and he’d seen the slight overall movement as he shifted position, and all of that was already so mind-blowing to him, so what could you have possibly meant?
“Look!” you laughed, “oh my god. He must really not be comfortable.”
Felix’s eyes widened as he came and quickly sat beside you, laying a hand on your stomach. There was no rest, with constant movement, it almost looked as though he was trying to burst out.
“That’s so strange,” Felix said, “does it hurt?”
“He’s kicking my back slightly,” you sighed, “that’s not great.”
Felix grimaced, rubbing circles in hopes it would calm him down.
“Here, eat,” he said, nudging your plate, “maybe he’s demanding food.”
You giggled as Felix leaned down, talking nonsense in his tiny baby voice.
“I was thinking, by the way,” he said, back to his normal voice as he sat up, looking at you, “about names.”
You nodded, eating some more watermelon, “me too.”
“You go,” Felix said.
“Benj—”
“Benji! I thought that too!” Felix smiled.
“No!” you whined, “Benjamin!”
“That’s so old,” Felix frowned, “sounds like something from the 1800s.”
“No it doesn’t! I went to school with someone called Benjamin.”
“What? Known as ‘Ben’? That’s so boring!” Felix exclaimed, “Benji’s so much more excited.”
You tilted your head to the side, humming, “maybe it is.”
“What do you think?” Felix asked, facing your bump again, “Benji?”
Suddenly, the movement stopped and Felix pouted.
“Wait,” you said, grabbing your husband’s hand and laying it against the top of your belly, a slight thumping appearing on the surface as your son kicked, “he likes it.”
Felix burst out in a huge, love-filled smile, “Benji it is.”
