This isn't a xreader but can I request
Clivexeve with a child reader?
(Love your writing btw)
*Slamming fist on table* APPLEPAD! APPLEPAD! APPLEPAD!! -- How did Clive get so lucky? He thought it was going to be all downhill from when the Negativitron attacked his factory and dethroned him from his CEO position. Throwing him away as if he was just trash. He was at rock bottom...hiding in a can. But thanks to a young hero and the alliance, he was able to get back his factory...and acquired something even more. As it was during that time that he met her. Eve Paragorica. The compassionate apple-headed nurse that runs the asylum where Professor Higganbottom resides. Their exchanges might have been brief, but Eve was just...so nice to him. Plus, he had to admit that she was quite the looker. He at the time when they first met, in his own words, felt 'cold, bluey, and dead inside'. To which, Eve encouraged him to persevere through the strife and struggle of the Negativitron. To which he did with a slight pessimistic attitude. But, the more they helped one another, climbed the tree together, rode on the caterpillar together, and successfully repelled the Negativitron's army... That was when he took notice of it. That...warm feeling that would blossom in his chest when Eve was nearby. That 'dead inside' feeling began to gradually erode the longer he stayed around Eve. He made sure to stick by her side during the final battle in the Cosmos. Just...making sure she was okay, he guessed. But during the time of peace that followed the Negativitron's defeat, that feeling didn't go away. Sure, he had his factory and his sackbots back...but it felt like he was just...missing something. During his downtime...he decided to start visiting Eve pretty regularly. Making up any type of excuse to go see her. During his visits, he finally got to know the sweet nurse more and more. Those warm feelings he got when he managed to make her laugh amplified. Those happy feelings he got when he anticipates visiting her on his off days, and finally the blossoming affection that eventually came with him confessing his emotions when he just...couldn't take it anymore. He just needed to come clean. He expected everything. Rejection most likely. He just couldn't take the suffocating feelings anymore. But, much to his eternal astonishment, he was embraced and given a smooch by the one he fell for. It took him a moment to process, but for the first time in his life...Clive felt...happy. Clive and Eve dated and eventually got married to one another during the seemingly endless reign of peace on Craftworld. The Alliance had a large celebration to congratulate the newly weds and their united lands. So, color Clive surprised when he finds out he was going to become a father. He was practically panicking the whole time. Always worrying about how he may not be a great father figure to his child and how he would get time away from his factory business to see his kid. " With some helpful guidance from Eve, Clive slowly calmed down to the idea of becoming a father. A few months of peace passed and finally, the day arrived. Clive was called out of work and the man never ran so fast in his life. He was nearly tripping over his paperclip feet from the speed. He was never a fit calenderman, but that didn't slow him for even a second. He tore into the lobby of the asylum hospital and startled everyone in the waiting room. He was out of breath, but determined to see what was going on. The Alliance had arrived, including the hero themself, just to see his wife. The wait...it was agonizing. Clive was pacing at the door. His mind wondering to everything that could go wrong. What if he lost her? What if he lost his soon-to-be child? What if he lost them both? Clive was eaten up with anxiety and couldn't even hear Da Vinci telling him to calm down. The only voice he heard was that of the nurse who came in and asked who the father was. Clive didn't miss a beat and immediately claimed ownership and expressed his desire to see his wife and child. The nurse nods happily and leads him through the halls, only allowing him at the moment. The others would have to wait some more.
Clive walked through the halls, his internal heart thundering inside as the nurse led him to his wife's hospital room. She knocked on the door and opened it. Allowing Clive inside. The first thing he sees when he walks into the hospital room, was his wife, sitting exhausted in a hospital bed with a blanketed bundle in her arms. Clive quietly approaches, lovingly greeting his wife as he does so. Relieved that she was okay, he then turned his attention to the little tiny bundle in her arms. Finally, he gets to see them...and his whole world stops. They were here...finally after so long of preparations and waiting. Their face, so young and so full of life. Their eyes open curiously, blinking tiredly as they take in the new face looking at them. They even comically turn their head, as if they were just as curious about him. Then, Eve offers to allow him to hold his child, much to the flustered response of Clive. Yet, he takes them into his arms and looks at their face. He can see the resemblance of him in this little new life. He never thought he would ever get to be a family man. He never thought that he would get such a supportive and beautiful wife. He never thought he would hold such a beautiful baby...and it would be his. Clive could feel a swell of emotions bubble up from within him and his eyes began to grow wet. But not from misery-laced tears...there was something so much more positive filling up his chest. As he moves a bit of the blankets out of the way, the baby reaches out and wraps their tiny little fingers around his paperclip digit. His breath catches in his throat and, without warning, he lets out a very deep sob. "Dos Mio, Clive. Are you alright?" He could hear his wife asking, he looked at her and quickly glanced back at the infant in his arms. His eyes were leaking tears...but he didn't feel sad. In fact...he felt...proud. He felt PRIDE. Something that he hadn't felt ever since he first built his factory so long ago. He wasn't sad. He was happy. "Yeah. I am.....dear?" Clive softly asks. "Yes, mi corazon?" Eve gently replies. "What...What's their name?" Clive questions as another joy-filled sob wracks his body. Eve hummed. "I remembered our list of names from before...but, I began to dislike them over time. They just didn't radiate enough love. So I...took a bit of a liberty and decided to name them...(Name)." Eve admits, looking at her husband for reassurance. Clive could look nowhere else, he just held onto the tiny hand that grasped at him from within the blankets. A loving gaze and a soft smile taking over his face in response. "(Name)...consider it approved!" Clive agrees happily, enticing a giggle out of his wife. Even the child lets out a giggle of their own and Clive could feel the warmth fully blanketing his heart. He no longer felt dead inside. He felt warm and cozy. Just as Eve promised he would feel so long ago. "Welcome to Craftworld, (Name)." Clive whispers to the sweet child as he holds them close. Finally. Clive had done what he thought was impossible to do for so long. He was finally happy...and he had a family.
