Pregnancy by Dick Grayson.
Note: This is not a romanticized pregnancy fic, but instead I will bring up more triggering topics including thoughts of cheating. I would also like to disclaim that I will write about the “grosser” part of pregnancies so if you have a weak stomach then scroll. Because let’s be honest, pregnancies are more than a belly.
How long have you been lying there? Feels like hours of the bed creaking. Your boobs feel sweaty, the same boobs that ache everytime you put on a bra.
Your legs are sore but you make no attempt to tell your fiancé, Dick Grayson, that information. You just let him keep them hoisted on his hips.
When did you start hating him? Was it when that stupid stick turned blue or when he practically begged you to keep the baby?
You hated looking at his face, that’s for sure. He was stupidly pretty, thick black locks of hair and blue eyes that always felt raw when looking at. You hated that every single one of your friends said that you were lucky to have a man like Dick.
You know it was their way of saying that you were average, and you know that they’re right. Dick was out of your league. Pregnancy didn’t exactly help either. So how dare Dick whisper over and over in your ear that you’re gorgeous?
He kept thrusting, panting and smiling down at you. You looked into that man’s eyes and felt empty. No butterflies or anything. Does he not notice you are silent?
“You feel so good, angel..” He whispers and leans down to kiss you for the millionth time. When did his lips start to feel so chalky?
His hand moved to your belly, eugh, you didn’t want to think of that right now, the thing growing inside you uncontrollably. He kept panting and panting, and you couldn’t stop thinking that he was faking it.
He comes again, okay it’s finally over. He gets up to go take a shower, maybe rinse off the disgusting mucus coming from your vagina.
You missed the feeling of your body simple being yours, not some baby’s incubator.
You get on your phone to see your friends out clubbing, kissing guys who seemed more honest about the fact that they only want one thing. Guys who wouldn’t expect more from you.
You go to tinder, again. You never chat with the guys you swipe right on, you just want to feel normal again.
You stand in the kitchen, your belly swollen and making washing dishes an even harder task. You were at a point were you could no longer look in the mirror and try to gaslight yourself into thinking that you’re not pregnant, as your belly took up most of your frame.
Your baby is the size of a cauliflower now, that’s what Dick told you with a big smile. It felt easier to think that instead of a baby there was a cauliflower in there, a cauliflower that drains all your nutrients and gives you swollen nipples.
You were a little happier that Dick wasn’t home, he was at some Justice League meeting with the Titans so you had the apartment all to yourself.
He was probably looking at other girls, superhero girls, with flat stomachs and round breasts that don’t leak that watery substance the doctor called “colostrum”. Supposedly it’s your body preparing to feed a baby.
You didn’t really feel guilty about it, you hated the baby already. It was already entitled. Who gave that baby the rights to steal your blood, protein and vitamins?
A notification pops up on your phone, tinder again. That cute curly-haired blonde from downtown was texting you.
You smiled, liking to pretend you weren’t pregnant, using old photos of yourself before all of this.
This wasn’t cheating, you weren’t planning on doing anything with this guy, just send a few pictures here and there. Sure, some were a bit inappropriate but Dick watched porn all the time and this is no different.
God, you hated how comfortable he has gotten. Hearing the moans of a skanky pornstar coming from his phone while you were trying to sleep was agonizing. But he was a guy and all your friends boyfriends did that as well so you why should you bring it up?
But anyway, that blondie did make you feel fuzzy, he had a nice cock and the carpet did match the drapes. And there were some upsides to having milk-swollen breasts, just one picture of your wet nipples got you three photos of his erect dick. What is it with men when women are lactating?
“I want to see those tits again.” Blondie texts. Then adds a bund of “please🙏” and “I want to see those milky tits”.
You chuckle, somehow you had this guy convinced you were lactating because of your medication.
You smile and write a few “nooo” and “it’s so gross”, you liked leading him on. He sends a photo of his bulge. Black boxers, skinny thighs and blonde leg hair, that was blondie for you, always persistent.
Your smile widens and you write a quick “fine.” before heading to the bedroom. You pick out the white lingerie dress. White silk and soft pink lace, it was perfect for hiding your belly while still looking hot.
You kneel on the floor infront of the mirror, arch your back and as soon as you’re about to snap a picture you hear a low voice from the door.
“Babe?” Dick says, confused as he stares down at you. “What the hell are you doing?”
You both lock eyes with each other, you were stunned and he was confused. You look back and forth and your brain comes up with the perfect lie.
“I thought you would be gone all night.” You whisper and then slowly add “I thought I could send you some pictures to.. make sure you missed me..”
He stares at you for a long moment and then he gets the biggest smile on his face. He walks up to you and pulls you up.
Kisses, a lot of kisses were pressed on your lips. Why did you lie? If you told the truth then maybe you could get out of this mess, live on your own again.
The thing you hated most about Dick at the moment was the fact that every touch he gave always led to the same road. Sex. Sex, sex, sex. All he seemed to think about was sex. You’re on your hands and knees, being penetrated by a guy who actually believed you were gonna send him spicy pictures when you haven’t initiated anything in five months.
He grunts and groans and pants, you used to like his sounds but now they’re intruding your thoughts. You wonder what blondie is doing right now, you turned off your notifications so maybe he is spamming texts, waiting for some photos.
Dick pauses, that’s unusual, he usually finishes quickly and then shower. He leans down, still panting and his sticky chest presses against your back.
“What you thinking about?” He asks.
He sighs and keep on thrusting. In situations like this it helps you to think of men the way biology is. Men usually think about sex every eleven seconds, their biology makes them get boners in near death situations so they will leave off-spring behind before they go, simply because Mother Nature knows that men are useful for breeding. Maybe Dick is just a breeding cow, maybe all men are breeding cows.
You’ve always wondered if men feel love. Well, your father wasn’t exactly absent or anything but it’s just a gut feeling-
“You sure you’re okay?” Dick asks, intruding your thoughts once again.
“I’m just not really in the mood.” You respond. A sigh escapes his lips but he nods and gets off.
The water sizzles as the shower turns on, you’re alone on the bed, texting blondie that something came up and that you couldn’t send anything tonight. He doesn’t get frustrated, he just send a few hearts and tells you he will be waiting.
You leave your phone on the bedside table and get up, after all you haven’t brushed your teeth. You step into the bathroom, not even bothering to admire Dicks silhouette through the shower curtains.
Dick gets out and dries himself off with the expensive towel you bought for decor, but you didn’t have the energy to tell him about it.
He heads to the bedroom, you’re standing infront of the sink as you brush your teeth, foam filling your mouth and running down your bottom lip.
You expected Dick to leave now, come up with some excuse so he doesn’t have to stay the night. He started ditching you after you got pregnant, he never stayed the night yet he would always talk about moving in together.
You never bothered to ask why, he’d just excuse himself and you wouldn’t be satisfied with the answer.
When you step out of the bathroom you find Dick putting on his clothes, a pair of black jeans, white socks and a blue t-shirt he got from Walmart.
He looks at you and now starts his whole routine. A sigh, a lip smack and then he kneels down to give your belly a kiss.
“Yeah, I- I got to wake up early tomorrow for the patrol.” He murmurs and stands up to give your lips a kiss. Wow, that kiss sucked, just lips smacking lips without any chemistry.
You wake up to the sound of your phone buzzing, you yawn and stretch and groan but eventually you pick up. It was Claudette, a friend.
“Hey! We’re soon in uptown if you want to grab some lunch with us.” Her voice was naturally deep, you liked Claudette because she always had the same thoughts as you.
“Is it already 1 pm?” You say, shocked and quickly getting up to get ready while you could hear Claudette’s chuckles from the other side of the call.
You never liked your friend group, they were only fun when they were drunk but right now you’re surrounded by three pregnant ladies, a single, two fiancées and a married woman. Claudette was the married one, but she never wanted children so it was easy to hang out with her and talk shit about the rest of the group.
The table was filled with chatter about their weddings, nursery decorations and what they’re gonna name their baby. You couldn’t imagine being excited for a baby who’s been so selfish.
Just as you get lost in your train of thoughts Gloria speaks up, the single. Gloria was a short yankee woman who never failed to bring up that her late ancestors are from Italy. She made sure you knew she was after your fiancé.
“So.. how is Richard? You haven’t brought him up once.” Her thick yankee accent made it hard not to laugh at her words.
“He’s fine.” You respond shortly and you could see her snake eyes light up.
“Just fine? Honey, if I had a man like that I would be on my knees everyday.” she proudly declares. You hear a few “No, don’t say that” but also a few giggles.
“I’m serious, you’re gonna lose a fine man if you don’t put out.” she adds and you see that tiny smirk on her lips. She is gorgeous and you are average, so why did Dick go for you?
You thought you would feel jealous or protective but seeing Dick run off with someone else felt.. relieving.
The lunch date ends and you quickly leave, not wanting to stay for the shatter.
You walk down the street when you stop, seeing your reflection in the mirror. Your belly had grown large, there were only three months until the baby was gonna be born.
You hated looking at that reflection and simply not seeing yourself.
“Hey, babe.” You hear a low voice and then feel a kiss on the cheek and a hand on your waist. You turn, expecting to see Dick but instead you see..
“You think my name is blondie?” He asks with that gorgeous smile filled with straight pearly whites.
You stutter, shit, what was his name again? Before you can catch some words to say he speaks up, his eyes glued to your belly.
“So you’re pregnant..” he murmurs, but more in acknowledgement than judgment.
You want to lie, but his hand around your very own waist gave you that familiar speck Dick used to give you.
You were tired of lying and pretending so you stop slouching to hide your belly and stand straight, your belly more visible now. You then speak up.
“Yeah.. I’m sorry, it’s just-“
“It’s fine, I get it.” He interrupts and then hurries to correct himself. “I mean I don’t get the whole pregnancy thing but I’ve lied to girls before just to get laid.”
That sentence, that very red-flaggy sentence, made your heart do a cartwheel. Your cheeks turn into a rose shade and your teeth scrape your bottom lip.
“How’d you find me?” You ask, maybe you should’ve started with that because anyone else would think he is some sort of trafficker.
“I was gonna go grocery shopping and I recognized you from your photos.” He says with that same smile. Finally a smile that said “you’re pretty enough to sleep with.”
Twenty minutes later and you’re on a broken bed with a mattress stained with god knows what, making out with blondie.
“What is your name anyway?” You ask between pants and kisses. God, he was so bad at kissing and you LOVED it because it felt like real kisses and not some performance.
“Joshua..” he pants and moves his lips down to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone.