Linh

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“What’s that look for?” Chris asked eventually after y/n kept giving him shy glances 

“What look? I’m not doing anything.” y/n said, hardly even looking at Chris. Sometimes, his eyes just made her too nervous. They were always filled with so much affection for her, it was overwhelming. 

Chris pushes himself over towards his girlfriend who’s sitting on the couch cushion next to him, and raises a hand to her cheek. His palm is hot on her cheek, as he slowly rubs his thumb in a soothing motion, to get her to look at him. 

“You looked mad,” Chris said as he looked at his girl with such loving eyes. 

“I’m not mad.” y/n says as she looks up at him through her lashes. Still a little too shy to look at him properly. 

“I know you aren’t. You just had that look. Still feel like there’s something wrong.” he said as he kissed her cheek. 

“No, there’s nothing wrong.” y/n mutters as Chris brings his hand down off her cheek. The second his hand is off her cheek, Chris sees her face form into a small frown. Y/n’s eyebrows furrow just a smidge, and her lips form a small pout. She shyly glances at his face and then down to the hand that was just holding her cheek.

“Hey. There’s that face again. Are you sure there’s nothing wrong, babygirl?” Chris chuckles but reaches his hand back for her cheek. 

The second his hand is back on her cheek, it's like y/n’s entire body relaxed. Her shoulders dropping, leaning her face into his touch, letting herself feel his big, warm hand be so soft on her cheek. 

“No, I’m really not mad. I just… I just wanted this. I wanted to feel your skin on mine, and know that you’re there.” y/n muttered shyly, hiding her face in her hands. “I think I also just really want a hug.” She giggles as she hides her face deeper, not being able to look at his loving eyes. 

“Aww. Babygirl, really? This is all you wanted? Just some physical touch. You are absolutely adorable.” He says, bringing his hands up to her wrist to reveal her face. “C’mon baby. Let me see that sweet face of yours.” He chuckles as he watches her hide her face for a few more seconds before finally giving into his wishes. 

Chris pulls her forward by her waist, maneuvering her around to sit right in his lap. Wrapping his muscular arms around her waist, and squeezing her in a bone crushing hug that they both needed so terribly. 

Y/n lets a little squeak as she wraps her arms around his neck, burying her face into the crook where his neck and shoulder meet. Not being able to resist, she pressed light kisses to his neck. 

Chris and y/n walked down the baby aisles of the store. y/n had her arm wrapped around Chris’s muscular bicep. Chris insisted he carry the basket while y/n can pick out anything she thinks they might need before the baby gets here. Now at thirty-nine weeks, y/n still felt that there were a few things the nursery needs, and to just get some small items for the two of them when they have to be up with the baby at who knows what times of night. 

“Are there any snacks you want?” Chris asked through fond eyes. He loved it when his wife held onto his arm like this. And being able to see the way she now waddles just slightly, he finds it absolutely endearing. “You know we’ll have to be up all through the night. I want to make sure you get the things you need to stay comfy.” Chris said through a smile. 

“I honestly don’t know what snacks I want. But I did want to get a few other items, some diapers, maybe a cute baby wrap? So I can wear him when he’s here.” Y/n said with a shy smile. She could feel herself starting to get misty eyed at the thought of being able to hold her baby. The excitement, fear, but most of all, being able to experience this with Chris. 

“I think we have enough clothes and toys for him from my parents, your parents, and the boys.” y/n said as she leaned her head on his shoulder. “Your parents gave us so much stuff. Hannah did get him a onesie that she said he has to wear home from the hospital.” y/n giggled as she looked up at her husband’s faux annoyed face. “It's the one with Curious George on it? I think it’s super cute. He’s going to look adorable in it.” She smiled. 

“Oh, really? I didn’t realize she got him that one. She told me she was getting him one that had Finn and Jake, from Adventure Time on it. I’m glad it’s going to be a lot cuter than what she had told me.” Chris chuckled. “Alright, let's just find the wrap, some snacks, and diapers.” Chris smiled down at his wife as he poked her side in a teasing manner. 

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“Chrissy” y/n called sweetly. “Chris! It’s time for you to rub the lotion and oil on!” It had become a nightly tradition where Chris would rub lotion and stretch mark oil onto  y/n’s bump. Though the task sounded simple and small, it became a time for the two of them to bond more with each other, and with their son. 

“Yes, baby! I’ll be right there. Just let me finish locking up.” Chris said as he finished turning the lights off downstairs and locking the doors. This tradition quickly became one of Chris’s favorite things. He loved being able to spend time with his wife, feel her bump, feel their son kick and roll around, and just the overall bonding time that felt almost sacred.

“Alright, where do you wanna do it? Do you just want to sit on the bed and I’ll stand in front of you? What feels most comfortable for you, baby?” Chris smiled at his wife who looked so adorable. She was dressed in one of his big shirts, and her favorite shorts. 

“Yeah, I’m good with that.” y/n said as she sat down on the edge of the bed and lifted her shirt. Chris got straight to work. Rubbing the lotion in first, he makes sure he doesn’t miss a single patch of skin. Chris rubs light circles over her bump, working down to her sides, even under her bump. 

“I actually look forward to this every night. I love how soft you are, it feels lovely, and baby boy always gets so active when you touch my bump.” y/n giggled. 

Chris chuckled as he switched over to using the oil to lock in the moisture of the lotion. He didn’t care if his wife got stretchmarks or not. He found her just as stunning either way. But he would do anything for her, even if he liked the idea of her having stretchmarks. He found it as proof of their shared love. She found it to be more of an insecurity even though she knows she should be proud of them too. 

Just as y/n had said, the baby started to kick, roll, and move around as Chris rubbed the oil into her skin. “Woah. Hey there little dude. You’re being awfully active tonight.” Chris muttered as the baby threw a pretty strong kick to the area he just massaged. 

Y/n giggled and said, “He is always so active at night and when you talk to him. He just loves his daddy’s voice.” She said sweetly. Y/n had her hand in Chris’s hair. Lightly rubbing and massaging his head as he continued the light circles over her bump and sides. 

Chris, being unable to resist, pressed kisses all over her bump. Which made the baby grow even more active. “Oh, man! Look at that! Is that his little foot?” Chris said through a gasp. There was a little bulge coming from the side of her bump, that looked to be a little foot. They both pressed their hands to the spot that the foot had just occupied. 

“Baby boy is on one tonight.” y/n said as she smiled down at Chris, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “He’s already moved to the other side of my bump.” She giggled as Chris raced to find the spot his son was occupying next.  

Chris walked past the kitchen in search of his wife and he found her leaned against the counters with her head in her hands. “Oh, baby. What's wrong? What’s got my baby so torn up?” Chris hummed as he wrapped his arms around her body.

y/n was in the kitchen trying to find a snack that fit her cravings when she suddenly became overwhelmed by all kinds of emotions. At first, it was exhaustion from being thirty weeks pregnant, not sleeping great, and the bump has just gotten too heavy. y/n then felt an overwhelming amount of love and gratefulness for the fact that she has even been able to be pregnant. 

“Ugh, it's been everything and nothing.” y/n sighed. “My bump feels so heavy. I’m hungry but I| can’t figure out what sounds good. I am so tired. And I’ve been so emotional over nothing, which makes me even more irritated. And I just want to be close to you but I don’t want to bother you.” y/n said through her tears. 

“Oh, my love. C’mere.” Chris said as he held y/n through her tears. After she finally calmed down, Chris came up with an idea that would hopefully help relieve some of his wife’s pain. 

“Why don’t you stand in front of me, with your back to my chest. I’ll hold your bump for a little while, til you start feeling better. And don’t worry about wanting to be around me so much. I actually love it. It makes me so happy that you want to cling to me.” Chris said sweetly as he helped get y/n situated so he could hold her bump and release some of the pressure. 

“Oh my goodness. This is probably one of the best feelings in the world.” y/n said through a sigh as she leaned back into Chris’s chest. His large, warm hands, feeling so nice as they hold the weight of their son, while relieving the pressure she was feeling. It was so overwhelming that it made her get emotional all over again. 

Chris being the observant man he is, already knew that she would grow to be emotional over him holding her bump,so he started pressing kisses to her head and cheeks. And an occasional kiss to her neck, just to get her to giggle. 

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It was 3:27 AM, when y/n woke up. She had a very specific craving for some convenience store snacks. The only problem was that Chris was sleeping. For once. The last thing she wanted to do was wake him up. But these cravings just would not go away. 

Although she felt bad, she couldn’t get over these cravings. “Chris,” y/n whispered as she lightly touched his shoulder. “Chrissy, baby, wake up.” y/n said again as she nudged her face into the crook of his neck. 

“Mmf… baby…” Chris groaned under his breath, his voice thick with sleep as he rolled over to face his wife. “What's wrong baby? Are you okay?” 

Giggling to herself at her husband’s disoriented yet worried state, she caressed his cheek with her fingers. “Uhm. Well. I really want some snacks.” y/n said somewhat quietly as her shyness came to the front. 

Chris’s eyebrows creased. “Okay… go get some snacks?” 

“No, but I want snacks from a convenience store.” y/n said as she hid her face in his neck, being overwhelmed with love and affection for her husband. “Can we go together and get some snacks? Please?” y/n whined even though Chris could never say no to her.

“Oh fine. Just let me put some clothes on.” Chris sighed as he got out of bed. “I can’t believe you woke me up just because you want snacks.” 

Y/n giggled with slight mischief, “Well, you told me that I can wake you up whenever I want or need something. That's exactly what I did.” 

“Yeah. I guess I did say that.” Chris sighed as he was throwing on a hoodie. “Alright, I’m all ready. But you can’t go out in just that.” Chris said through a yawn. He then threw a hoodie of his her way. 

Once they were finally on their way, hand in hand, though y/n is walking a little slower now, honestly more of a waddle at this point. Chris being the gentleman he is, he slowed his pace to match hers so she wouldn’t feel alone. The streetlights cast shadows and made Chris’s face look even softer and sweet. 

“Is there anything you’re looking for, my love?” Chris asked fondly. Looking at his wife with so much love in his eyes. He can’t help but be in awe of her strength. Carrying their child, going through all of the waves of emotions that pregnancy brings, and her fearlessness. 

y/n leaned into Chris's side as she tried to think of what her cravings were truly for. “I would really love some sour candy. Ooh, maybe even a slushee?” She said as she smiled up at Chris with lovesick eyes. 

Chris smiled down at her and gave her a sweet kiss to her forehead. “Hopefully they have these treats you want so badly. Especially since you woke me up at three in the morning.” He sighed even though he was so glad that she woke him up. He loves spending any time he can with her. 

The chime of the bell was a warm welcome as the couple finally made their way inside the local convenience store. Chris grabs the basket and lets y/n lead the way through each aisle to find all the snacks she so desperately craved. He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the way she waddled through the aisles of snacks. 

“Christopher. What is so funny?” y/n asked through a glare. She had a feeling that she knew what he was laughing about. “Chris. You better not be laughing over the way I’m walking. I’m walking like this because of you.”  She said with a huff. 

“No, baby. I’m not laughing at you. I just really find you adorable.” Chris giggled. He was consumed with so much fondness for the woman in front of him. 

Y/n tossed each snack that she wanted into the basket as Chris followed behind her, getting a few of his own, because he knew she liked when they ate together. 

The walk back was a blur of sweet laughter and the crinkle of the bags Chris refused to let his wife carry. As they finally entered their apartment, y/n immediately went to their bedroom to eat the snacks in their own bed, all cuddled up with her pregnancy pillow, and her favorite blankets. 

When Chris walked into their room with the bag filled with snacks, he was overcome with so much affection and love for his wife. He thought she looked absolutely adorable all wrapped with her blankets, pregnancy pillow, and dressed in his shirt. 

“Here are all of your snacks that you so desperately needed.” Chris said as he dropped the bag of snacks in the middle of the bed. y/n giggled and reached for some sour gummy worms. 

He carefully crawled onto the bed, maneuvering around the giant pillow until he could slide his back against the headboard right next to her. y/n didn't waste any time, ripping open the bag and offering him a gummy worm before she even took one for herself. Chris leaned over to take it, his warm hand instinctively coming to rest over the warm curve of her stomach. Just waiting to feel their baby boy kick and move. Chris knew that he tended to be more active during the night. 

As if on cue, a nice big kick came right to where Chris's palm laid on her bump. He smiled instantly, not being able to hold back the excitement he felt over his son kicking and moving around. No matter how many times he felt the baby kick, it made him feel a rush of affection and happiness that he wanted to feel for the rest of his life. 

As y/n happily munched on all the snacks she insisted they get, Chris watched her through warm eyes that were filled with so much love and joy. The couple spent the next hour or two talking, feeling the baby move, and taking turns feeding each other the snacks. After that, they both drifted off to sleep wrapped up in each other’s arms.

Ever since Chris and y/n found out she was expecting, they have both been absolutely ecstatic. Chris had been dreaming of being a father since he was a little boy, himself. Y/n had been wanting to be a mother since she was a young girl. While y/n was so excited to be pregnant, the first trimester was giving her a run for her money. 

 Unfortunately, everything was making y/n queasy. Anytime there was food that could be considered greasy, anything that wasn’t either fruit or coconut ice cream bars with a blue fruit roll up wrapped around it made y/n want to run to the toilet. At this point, y/n was eight weeks along and running off of mints and alcohol wipes to keep the nausea at bay. 

Chris has remained supportive through it all. He made sure they were always stocked up on all kinds of fruit, coconut popsicles, and the fruit roll ups y/n requests. He tries everything in his power to keep her comfortable. He has been cooking foods that he knows are beneficial for pregnant women, and that fit the few foods y/n doesn’t retch at. 

One thing that surprisingly doesn’t bother y/n is Chris and his scent. With how sensitive she is to foods and most smells, she has become even more obsessed with Chris, and his scent. She feels that she could cling to him the majority of the day and it still wouldn’t be enough for her. Chris is so glad that she wants to be clinging to him so often. He has never once gotten agitated at her clingy behavior. If anything, he encourages her to come with him wherever he goes. 

“How are you feeling today, honey?” Chris asked with a slight pull at his eyebrows. He was seated right next to her at their kitchen island. He watched her as she picked around the fruit parfait he made her. 

“I feel okay. Still pretty queasy over everything.” Y/n sighed. Then like a flip of a switch she jumped out of her seat and rushed to the bathroom. 

Chris let out a sigh that doubled as a slight chuckle. He rushed right after her to hold her hair and rub her back. 

“It’s okay, baby. Just let it all out.” Chris hummed. When y/n finally sat up, she nearly collapsed into his chest. Being so exhausted from getting sick over what felt like nothing, for the hundredth time. 

“My poor baby. I’m so sorry you feel so sick all the time.” Chris whispered into the back of her head. 

“It's okay. I mean, it isn’t your fault… actually, it is your fault, Christopher. You are the reason I’m in this place to begin with.” y/n countered leaning her head up so she could look into his eyes.

“HEY. I remember you sounding like you wanted me to make you a mummy pretty badly that night too. It’s not all my fault. It takes two to tango.” Chris said teasingly. 

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It was now into y/n’s second trimester. Y/n is fifteen weeks along. She has been feeling better than ever. Some exhaustion at the end of the day, but hardly any nausea or brain fog. At this point, she is taking everything as a win. 

The couple were going to go shopping for some things for the baby. They still have another two weeks until they’re able to find out the gender. Y/n was standing in their shared walk-in closet getting ready for the little day Chris planned. It was when she noticed that her tummy actually seemed like a bump. Still rather small, but anything was so exciting for her. 

“Hey, baby. Can you come here for a sec?” y/n called for Chris, who was lying on their nicely made bed playing Genshin waiting for his wife to finish getting ready.

“You alright?” Chris said as he got up and walked the few steps to where his wife was standing looking in the mirror.

“You want to see my tummy?” y/n asked through a grin.

“Yeah, I always want to see it.” Chris said coming up behind her to wrap his arms around her and leaving a sweet kiss on her cheek.

Y/n lifted her shirt and turned to the side in Chris’s arms and showed him the little bump that is starting to form. 

“Oh my gosh. Baby! You’re starting to get a little bump!” Chris said through a massive smile. Not being able to resist himself, he reached down and pressed his much larger hand to her bump. While there isn’t much he can really feel quite yet, he is still so in awe of his wife and the fact that she is creating life right there. It is a product of their love, and all the love that came before them to get where they are now. 

Y/n smiled sweetly seeing her husband be so excited over her tummy growing. She started to giggle at how giddy Chris seemed. “Chris, you seem more excited over this than anything. Just wait until this little babe starts kicking and moving around.” y/n said while grinning up at Chris. 

“Oh, I can’t wait for that to happen. I’m just so excited about every little thing.” Chris says sweetly. He can’t help but bring his wife into a big kiss of excitement and love. 

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It’s been a few more weeks since the bump finally started to be more than just a bloat, and has fully popped since. Y/n is now at twenty weeks and a few days. Her bump is still cute as ever and a little shy. While it has popped, it still could be hidden and passed off as eating a little too much. 

Y/n had just gotten comfortable against the pillows on the bed, bringing a nice blanket to cover her legs, when she felt some movement coming from her belly. It felt like more than a flutter, but not a full kick. 

“Chris!” y/n said in an excitable tone as she reached out to press her hand against her tummy. 

Chris came in at the perfect time carrying two mugs of steaming tea. “What, baby! What's wrong? Are you okay?” Chris asked in a rushed tone trying to set the mugs down quickly so he can get to his wife. 

“No, I'm totally fine, but I think baby boy is moving. Like, he just kicked.” y/n grinned. “It’s like he’s swimming in there.” she said then gasped and grabbed Chris’s hand to press it to her bump. “Here. Chris, feel him. He’s moving around right here.” she said through a gasp. 

“No way! Really?” Chris exclaimed through a smile. He couldn’t stop the wide smile taking over his face as he closed his eyes to really pay attention to his son kicking and moving in his wife’s bump. “This little guy could really be a footballer with the way he’s moving.” Chris laughed under his breath. He couldn’t help but get a little emotional. He had been wanting to be a father for so long. His dream is finally becoming true and now he gets to feel his son move and kick inside the one person he loves more than anything else in this world. 

Chris reached for his wife's face and kissed her. When they finally pulled away from each other, Chris nuzzled his nose against her cheek, feeling so overwhelmed with so much love. “I cannot believe this is real life. I have wanted this since I was a little boy. I couldn’t be more glad that I get to do this with you, my love.” Chris said through a smile full of all kinds of emotions.

“Chris. You’re going to make me cry. You know how emotional I’ve been recently. No, but I also couldn’t be more excited that we get to be parents together and that this little boy is proof and a product of our love. I know it’s such a cliche thing to say, but I truly feel like I love you more every day, knowing we’re having a son.”

As the night went on, they both just sat with y/n’s shirt rolled up to watch their baby move and kick. Their teas grew cold as they sat on the nightstand. Both y/n and Chris too distracted to finish them. They were so enraptured with the events of the night, they couldn’t be bothered to do anything else than just sitting there filled with so much love.

This moment had been what y/n and Chris were looking forward to for what felt like the longest time. Being married to Chris for the last three years has truly been an absolute dream. Everything was going great. Chris is the kindest, most perceptive husband alive. Always taking such good care of y/n. Everything had been going perfectly. The only thing missing was the small bundle of joy that they both had been hoping for, for as long as they could remember. 

y/n had been feeling rather rough these past few weeks. A little more tired at the end of each day, some brain fog, and even some nausea. At first, she just brushed it off, thinking it was stress. The only thing was that her period had yet to start. Y/n tried not to let her mind wander, but she couldn’t help but get excited when thinking that she might be pregnant. 

Y/n was hiding from Chris in their shared walk-in closet. She was a naturally very shy and nervous person. While she was so excited to take the test, she had no idea how to tell Chris. Even though they talked quite often about how badly they wanted children of their own. 

“Babyyyyyyyy. Where is my baby at?” Chris said as he wandered around looking for his sweet wife. “Babygirl, where are you? You were just down here a few minutes ago.” Chris wandered into their shared bedroom and saw the light in their closet on. “Hmm, that’s weird.” Chris thought out loud. Then he saw y/n sitting on the floor, looking rather stressed.  “Wah, baby! This is where you went? What are you doing sitting on the floor?” he chuckled. 

Chris then sat right next to y/n, pulling her into his arms. Pressing light kisses to the top of her head. “Mmmwah. Mwah. Mmwahh.”  Y/n laughed even though she was overwhelmed by all the possible ways Chris could react. Even though the rational side of her brain knew that Chris would be nothing but absolutely ecstatic to learn he would be a father. 

“What's going on, babygirl?” Chris said sweetly. “You seem a little nervous. What’s got my baby feeling this way?”

Y/n finally took her head out from where she buried it in his neck, and smiled through her tears. “Chris, I uhm… I think I might be pregnant.” and then she quickly shoved her head back, too worked up to look at his loving brown eyes. 

“Oh… Really? Like, you're not joking?” Chris said calmly, despite the words his wife had shyly muttered. “Honey, would you mind letting me see your sweet face?”

y/n giggled in his neck but decided to finally look at her husband's sweet eyes. “Yes, baby. I think that I might be pregnant. I already got the tests and everything. I’m just too scared to take them. I want you to be there with me.” Y/n said in her sweet but shy voice. 

Chris smiled so sweetly at her. He was overcome with so much love and affection just watching her that he couldn’t help but squeeze her in a hug and press kisses all over her face.” 

“Ewwwww.” then a giggle. Then a yelp and,  “CHRISTOPHER.” The couple fell into a fit of laughter. They each started to poke at each other and press little kisses to each other's faces. 

It was times like this when y/n felt even more overcome with such love and affection for her husband. The way that Chris knew she felt very nervous and a little overwhelmed, he knew exactly how to calm her down and get her distracted. Giving her kisses and squeezing her in sickly sweet hugs. 

Chris would do anything to see her smile and to hear her warm laughter. 

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After a few more minutes of them goofing off, y/n decided that she would go ahead and take the test. y/n went to their shared bathroom and came out a few minutes later with a nervous but excited look on her face. She couldn’t bear to stay away from Chris any longer, so she immediately went and grabbed onto his arm. Chris hooked his long, muscular arms around her body and pulled her into his chest, hugging her oh so tightly. 

Y/n pulled back and smiled at Chris. “Okay, I took the test, and it should only be about three minutes until it gives the response,” she said. 

“How do you feel, babygirl? We don’t have to look right when the three minutes are up. I will be right here with you the entire time.” Chris said while pressing kisses to her forehead and nose. 

y/n giggled through her reply, “I actually feel okay. I’m not as nervous as I thought I would be. But I still want you to be there when we look.”

“Oh, of course. I’m going to be right there, baby.” Chris replied sweetly. 

Y/n looked down at the timer on her watch. It was getting closer and closer to the answer that could change their entire lives together. She grabbed his hand and dragged him with her the few steps to their bathroom. 

As the couple walked in and stood together, Chris was standing behind y/n with his hands wrapped around her. They look at the stick, then glance at each other through the mirror. 

“I want you to know that no matter what this stick says, I am going to love you through it. I will love you if it says ‘Pregnant’ and I will love you if it doesn't. When the time is right, we will have our own little family.” Chris smiled calmly. 

Just then, the timer y/n set sliced through their wholesome moment.

“Chris! I’m scared. I don’t want to look. But I do. AH, I don’t know.” Y/n said as she turned in his arms and hid her face against Chris’s chest.

“Oh, baby. C’mere. It’s all going to be okay.” Chris chuckled but held her tight. “Listen, I can look at it if you don't want to. I don’t mind.”

Y/n looked up at him shyly, “Well, I kind of want to look, but can you stay right here with me?”

Chris smiled down at her, “Of course, baby. I don’t plan on moving any time soon.” 

“Okay, I think that I’m ready to look,” Y/n muttered nervously. 

Y/n then turned around and picked the test up. She flipped it over, and both of them gasped.

PREGNANT

Chris immediately picked y/n up and squeezed her into the tightest hug. He pressed loads of kisses to the top of her head. Y/n giggled and squeezed him back just as tight. 

“Chris! This means that I’m going to be a mom! Oh my gosh, this means you’ll be a dad!” she grinned. “Oh, I. Wait, that means there’s a baby inside of me.”

“Yes, baby! You’re going to be a mum, and I will be a dad!” Chris said excitedly.

Chris then proceeded to set y/n down and then kneel down so his head was level with her tummy. “Hi, baby. I’m your daddy. I promise to take the best care of you and your mum. Please be kind to her. She is the best woman I know. She and I love you so much.”

Y/n started to cry at how sweet Chris was being. “Oh, Chris. You’re going to make me cry. You’re so sweet. You are meant to be a dad.”

Chris looked up at his wife and her beautiful face, despite the tear marks. “Don’t cry, baby. It’s okay,” he pressed his hands to her cheeks and brushed his thumbs to wipe away some of the tears.

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The sun had now gone down, the moon and the stars shining in all of their beauty. Chris and y/n are cuddled up in bed, still in such a state of bliss. 

Chris lay on his back, shirtless of course, with his arm wrapped around his wife, who lay on his chest. Y/n presses soft kisses to his chest, while Chris runs his hand through her hair.

“Can you believe that we’re going to be parents? This all still feels so surreal to me,” y/n whispered. She had her arm resting over his chest, her fingers reaching to play with the curls at the nape of his neck. 

Chris smiled down at his wife and kissed her head. “I mean… I had a feeling it would stick with the trick I tried,” he said smugly, knowing it would get a reaction out of y/n.  

“CHRISTOPHER. You little brat. Here I am, all excited for our future, and you’re being a little perv.” Y/n said through a laugh.