Your hands are shaking. You feel like crying as you anxiously wait for the result of the test.
You honestly should have 100% expected this to happen, but in the moment, neither you nor Berlin were thinking about protection.
He was on top of you, kissing and worshipping your whole entire body as you came undone underneath him. The way he slammed in and out of you was heaven as your bodies intertwined passionately.
Before you knew it, he exploded inside of you and you were so caught up in the pleasure you didnβt even consider the outcome. All you could focus on was him.
Berlin is your boyfriend officially, but things are still very very new. You have only been together for a little less than a year now but you know in your heart that heβs perfect for you. Heβs intimidating, bold, the slightest bit domineering. Your sweet, gentle disposition compliments him perfectly, making you two a match made in heaven.
Heβs older than you as well, so much older. Heβs 41, and you are in your early 20βs. You look up to him as sort of an authoritative figure, but primarily a lover. He guides you through life and you remind him not to take himself too seriously, despite the βbusinessβ heβs in.
The double line illuminates on the screen of the test. Positive. Your pulse throbs in your neck as anxiety washes over you.
What will Berlin think? You immediately do what your brain always does: imagine the worst case scenario. Heβs going to be pissed, upset, stressed, and then leave you. He wonβt want to deal with a baby at his age, let alone at all. Berlin, Song Jung-Ho, one of the most high-profile criminals in the country, is not going to want to be a father. Nuh uh. No way.
You hastily throw the test in the trash.
Youβve always wanted to be a mother. You love babies. You have always wanted to nurture a little one, watch them grow and develop their own personality, and share so many memories and experiences with them. Will Berlin want that too, though? You really truly donβt know, but as mentioned before, youβre almost certain he doesnβt want that. Heβs too wrapped up in his βbusiness.β
The front door jostles and heavy footsteps clunk in the foyer. Shit, heβs home for the day.
βMy angel! Where are you hiding?β His voice echoes through the house as you slowly tiptoe out of the bathroom.
βHeyβ¦howβs the planning going?β You ask, trying to make conversation while also keeping your cool.
βItβs going well. Those goddamn hostages better start behaving themselves, though. Iβm tired of their shit. The only way to get βem to listen is to scare the shit out of βem.β He scoffs.
You nod slowly, a worried expression clearly donning on your face.
Heβs quick to notice that you are not your usual cheery, bubbly self. Normally youβre all over him, arms wrapped around him, peppering his face in kisses. Right now, youβre noticeably somber.
He approaches you. His tall frame hovers over you as he brings a hand up to your cheek, cupping it tenderly.
βWhatβs wrong my little love? You can tell me anything.β He softens his gaze.
You smile bashfully at his touch. His dark, almost black eyes bore into you . Your own eyes fall to his chest, unable to maintain eye contact. He knows the hold he has on you.
βNothing, Jung-Ho. Just have a stomach ache, thatβs all.β You lie.
βGo lie down, then.β He squeezes your cheek before kissing it, then pats your head and makes his way to the bathroom. Oh fuck.
Your heart races. You lie down on the couch and hope and pray he doesnβt notice the test in the trash. This was futile.
The bathroom door creaks. Berlin stands in front of you. He crosses his arms, smirks, and cocks an eyebrow. βYou thought I wouldnβt notice, huh?β
You gulp as you quickly stand up.
βJung-Ho, Iβm so sorryβI was way too scared to tell youβIf you want to leave I understandββ Your face burns red hot as your stammer.
He smiles so widely that the corners of his eyes wrinkle. He immediately pulls you into a strong embrace. He nearly breaks you with how tightly heβs holding you. You melt into him, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. His lips meet yours in a gentle, soft kiss.
βWeβre going to be parents!β He exclaims. Your heart melts at his enthusiasm. Youβre extremely excited and also extremely relieved.
He presses his forehead against yours. βWhy were you afraid to tell me, little love?β His words ghost against your lips.
βI-I didnβt know how you were going to react. I was afraid you were going to leave me.β
βLeave you! Thatβs ridiculous, my darling. I would never leave you no matter what. Also, youβre a horrible liar. I knew something was up with you the minute I stepped in here.β He laughs.
You beam at him. You look at him and see your future. The father of your child. Your future husband, hopefully. He rubs your belly tenderly. βWell what are we waiting for? We need to prepare for our little one!β
Over the next couple of months, your belly grows and so does your love for Berlin. Heβs always been a completely different person when heβs at home, with you. Now heβs an extra different person with the pregnant version of you.
He gets you whatever you want at the drop of a dime. If you mention you are craving something, he will buy you 100 of them. He cooks for you, cleans for you, and watches you like a hawk to make sure youβre safe and healthy. Heβs follows you everywhere, youβre his top priority.
Heβs so worried about you that it could even be a little overbearing at times, but you know he means well. He doesnβt want anyone even so much as looking at you while youβre pregnant.
βDo you need anything? Do you want anything?β You hear these phrases come out of Berlinβs mouth over a thousand times a day. His tough exterior completely fades when it comes to you and your child. Heβs always holding you close by, his arm around you protectively.
He holds your waist, holds your belly, and is constantly giving you kisses and cuddles and reassuring you that you look beautiful, even if you might not feel that way.
The night before your due date rolls around, and Berlin is as excited as ever. His phone rings, but he doesnβt care about anything relating to the heist right now. He just wants to meet your precious angel who he will love forever, along with you.
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γ €β‘ Extremely jealous. Like EXTREMELY. Canβt stand anyone else looking at you, talking to you, laughing with you, etc.
γ €β‘ If he sees someone acting too friendly with you he WILL be holding a gun to their head later on.
γ €β‘ Takes you on really fancy dates. Fancy restaurants, art museums, country clubs, you name it.
γ €β‘ SPOILS. YOU. Gets you literally whatever you want whenever. Would drop what heβs doing in that very moment to get you what you want.
γ €β‘ Has horrible night terrors about the camp. Heβs sweating, shaking, sometimes even yelling out. You need to hold him and shush him to calm him down.
γ €β‘ ALWAYS needs to be touching you in some way. Holding your hand, has a hand on your butt, hand on your thigh, OR heβll have you sit on his lap. He doesnβt care whoβs around.
γ €β‘ Loves PDA. He wants everyone and anyone to know youβre his. Heβs so possessive and territorial over you. Back to the jealousy thing, if he sees someone eyeing you up he will pull you closer and give them the dirtiest look known to mankind.
γ €β‘ Is a horrible cook. Makes you do all the cooking. He will clean up though.
γ €β‘ Loves to rub your shoulders and back
γ €β‘ Loves to take showers and baths together. He holds you close to him in the warm water and feels you up. Most of the time, things escalate ;)
γ €β‘ On hard days when his illness flares up he loves to just lay in bed and snuggle and talk for hours.
γ €β‘ Loves to be kissed on the cheek. Idk why but itβs his favorite.
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γ €β‘ Is a Dom 99.9% of the time. The other .01% of the time he will let you βtake controlβ but heβll be a demanding power bottom.
γ €β‘ Loves to smack your ass with his belt.
γ €β‘ Loves to record you two fucking. When youβre gone or busy heβll jerk off and watch your homemade porn.
γ €β‘ Loves to eat you out/suck your dick. He just loves gazing up at you as you shudder and beg him to stop as he overstimulates you. βAwww you canβt take anymore? Poor babyπ₯Ί.β Then heβd keep on going.
γ €β‘ Loves to restrain you. Ties your hands behind your back, blindfolds you, gags you. Seeing you completely helpless makes him painfully hard.
γ €β‘ Loves watching you swallow his cum. He thinks itβs romantic that you love him so much youβre willing to drink his cum any time. And once you show him your tongue heβll give you a βgood girl/boyβ.
γ €β‘ Actually is excellent at aftercare. Will run you a bath or shower and get your cozy pjβs ready. Then heβll hold you close as you drift off into sleep, rub your sore asscheeks and kiss the top of your head
