#alexsandr

You shook your head, looking down so he couldn’t see your small smile. You wrapped your significantly smaller hand into his as you walked together. You came to a stop at a walkway that connects two major sections of the complex. It didn’t have walls, just a small safety guard and a roof supported by metal poles.

You felt the raindrops whip around you, occasionally wetting your face and clothes while the deep rumbling of thunder in the distance indicated the worsening of the storm. The weather was putting you in a somber mood. You grasped his hand harder. His face contorted into a worried expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just thinking about that day.”

He waved it off, “A mission gone wrong, it can happen at all times.”

“That’s what worries me. The frequency of accidents and wrong calls. One day you might die and not come back.”

He sighed, pulling you close and wrapping his thick arms around you, suffocating you in a bear hug. “Do not think like that, Y/N,” he attempted to brighten the mood, “I won’t go down without a fight!”

You chuckled, feeling yourself relax. He pressed his lips against your forehead as he spoke again, “The same goes for you! You best be fighting with all you can in the field!”

You nodded, letting the sounds of rain and thunder comfort you. You both headed back into your shared room, where your stomach let out a roar of strange noises. He set down the heavy helmet onto the wooden dresser before turning back to you with a smirk.

“Did someone get sick? We were only outside for a second, how did you get sick that fast?!”

You shook your head, denying that you were sick. “Alexsandr, how could I have gotten sick? It wasn’t cold outside or anything.” You took off your shoes, heading to the bathroom to start your usual routine. You stared at yourself in the mirror. Your skin seemed to practically glow in the dim lighting.

You suddenly felt dizzy, you could tell something was wrong. As Alexsandr waited patiently outside, he heard a small thud, followed by your gagging. His eyebrows furrowed. He knocked lightly with his knuckles, “Y/N, are you okay?”

The only response he got was the contents of your stomach emptying into the toilet. He did not wait for you to let him in. He twisted the knob and pushed against the door, soaking in the image of you hunched over, eyes red and teary. 

He quickly rushed over, patting your back and asking if you were okay. You covered your mouth with the tips of your fingers, replying in a trembling voice, “Yes, dear. I guess the food messed me up, it didn’t seem good to me anyways.”

You gave him a reassuring smile, hoping he would drop the situation. But he stared back with sadness in his eyes, “Maybe we should go to the medbay.” You shook your head, repeating once again that you were fine.

He told you to lay back in bed for a minute, telling you to wait as he set something up. You stood on shaky legs, heading back to the warm and inviting mattress. Your eyes drooped the moment your head hit the pillow. 

You awoke to Alexsandr’s heavy hand shaking your shoulder. You squinted up at him, letting out a confused hum. He chuckled at the look of your messy hair and drool trickling from your mouth. 

He put his arms underneath you, one on your back and the other underneath your knees. You wrapped your arms around his neck, taking in his scent as he carried you back into the bathroom. 

He sat you on the edge of the tub, and you were able to see his work. He had gathered some odd candles and placed them around the room, he had drawn a bath, pouring in some bubblebath solution. You chuckled at the effort.

“I threw up once!” You didn’t think the situation was as dramatic as he thought. He pressed a small kiss on your forehead, He helped you undress, tossing the garments in a hamper nearby. He told you to step in the tub as he turned back into the bedroom.

You did as told, relaxing as he came back with a small chair. He grabbed your brush and started to work on your hair, at quite an odd angle. A contempt hum escaped your throat as he continued his loving touches. 

“I’ll go to the medbay tomorrow, since you’re actually worried. It’ll probably be nothing.”

“You always worry so much about me, but you never take the time to worry about yourself, Y/N.”

You didn’t respond while you let yourself sink deeper into the tub, letting the sweet aromas fill your nose. He played some Tchaikovsky, a composer you had learned to love when you started dating the Russian operator. 

Once the bath had run cold and you were all cleaned up, he had dressed you into one of his old shirts which was clearly several times bigger than your frame. He carried you back into bed, letting you rest your head on him. He pulled the blanket over the both of you. His lips met yours before you went into a deep slumber. 

The following day, as you had previously told your husband, you went to the medbay. You greeted Doc as you waited patiently for him to examine you. You explained how you were feeling, and how worried your boyfriend was.

As Doc continued to listen, he seemed to become a little paler. At the end of your little rant of symptomes, he nodded and stepped over to a drawer. He pulled out a slim white box. He sat down in front of you, a small clipboard in hand.

“It may seem like a simple illness, but just to be sure, I want you to take this test. I’m sorry if I have caused an embarrassment. But I just want to make sure that you’re at the top of your game.”

He passed you the small white box, the bolded words caused your face to burst into a dark blush. Pregnancy test. Your eyes avoided Gustave’s. “Well-I mean… Is it possible I will be? Like what are the chances, huh? C-Can I really actually be…”

Your face stayed cherry red as you finished up your visit. You thanked Doc for the check up, telling him you would notify him once you had the results from the test. Your head was busy as you walked back to your room. What about your job? Will Alexsandr be happy? Or mad? Were you ready to be a mother? 

Alexsandr. He was out for the next hour or so as he had a meeting for the next mission he was assigned to. You would have the results before he came back. You pondered about which result he would want… 

The instructions on the box were simple. Pee on the end and wait twenty minutes. Okay, first step, done. Now for the hardest part. Just waiting. You sighed as you set the test down on the bathroom’s counter. You put a timer on your phone as you waited, scrolling through Instagram on your bed.

The ringing of your phone startled you. You stared at the contact name, it was Monika. Fuck. Last week you had promised her you would help test some modifications on her device. You stared nervously at the bathroom’s door. He’d be back in an hour, so you’d have time to help Monika. 

You answered the call, saying that you were on your way and apologized for the tardiness. You tossed your phone on the bedside table and began your journey to the concrete room that Elena used to test all devices. 

Alexsandr’s meeting ended early. The briefing had gone exceptional, for once everyone was in agreement of the plan. He was hopeful your meeting with Doc had gone well, that you were perfectly fine. 

As he stepped into the cold and empty room, he was saddened to see you haven’t returned. He decided to shower before you came back, but he was stuck in place as he saw what was on the counter.

Should he pick it up? No, what if you wanted to know first? But you left it unattended. Did you want him to see? Where were you now? You left your phone here, so he couldn’t call you to ask. 

His curiosity got the better of him. He picked up the test with shaky hands, letting his eyes scan over the results. He could practically feel his heart beat out of his chest. 

He dropped the test, the clattering of the test onto the cold tile floors had brought him out of his stunned state. ‘Oh shit. Oh fuck. Holy fucking shit.’

His mind raced. He had to find you now. He bolted out of the room, looking around everywhere to see if there was any trace of you. He stopped at the medbay, cafeteria, even the meeting rooms. He was growing impatient of having to stop and ask if anyone had seen you.

But eventually, someone gave him an answer. They had seen you walking with Monika, visibly shaken up. Alexsandr’s panicked state had caused him to forget your promise to Monika. He gave them a quick thank you, scurrying to catch you at the testing rooms. 

He eventually spotted you as you had tossed one of Maghan’s spare cameras up for Monika to later detect. Monika was nowhere in sight, he assumed she left to go talk to Elena about her electronics detector. 

Without warning, he sprinted towards you, but his heavy footsteps alerted you. You turned in time for you to balance yourself into the tight hug he embraced you in. You let out a laugh as you hugged back, “Well you’re out early-”

You tightened up. If he was out early, he came to the room earlier. He had found the test. You released him, pushing back his shoulders to look him in the eyes.

“What are the results?”

He gave you a smile as his eyes let out some tears, “Two lines.”

Your own eyes started to leak. You bit down harshly on your lip, “You’re not mad?”

“Why would I ever be mad? WE’RE HAVING A BABY! Oh my god, I have to call off my mission, I have to stay with you!”

You laughed as you embraced him once again, your previous negative thoughts were washed away. They were replaced by new, exciting thoughts about the future. 

You dismissed yourself from the testing with Monika after a few more runs. Alexsandr had waited patiently for you in a nearby chair. Once you were allowed to go, he simply could not let you go. He was over-the-top excited. 

As you began walking back together, he couldn’t help but to place his hand over your stomach. “I want a girl.”

You looked at him with a playfulness in your eyes, “I want a boy.”

You stopped at the medbay once again, this time while holding your husband’s hand. Doc could easily assume the results, “I’ll start on some paperwork and help you the best I can. These times can be rough, but I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

After picking up some basic tips and plans from the hard worker, you and the Russian operator left. The day was beginning to end. It was 9:59, according to the digital clock that hung in your room. You both changed into more comfortable clothing. 

You picked up the test that was forgotten on the bathroom floor. You snapped a quick picture of it, sending it to the Team Rainbow groupchat. The replies came in fast, varying in responses. 

‘How’s his dick game?’

‘Congratulations, you’ll do wonderful’

‘I’m gonna spoil your kid.’

‘You should name it Max Goose.’

‘Ew why would anyone want that name?’