hiii i decided that i would write a dad!brian fic bc i actually LIVE for that. this might flop but oh well. enjoy!
A/N; please feel free to message me with tips and advice! i would love to continue writing!! thanks a ton!! <33
Rain trickles down the window, each droplet racing down. It had been pouring for what seems like forever. You always despised rain, it made your hair feel weird and made you feel sticky. You especially hated rain now that Brian was off on a tour with Queen. He’d usually hold you as you both slept during the storm. He would whisper sweet comments in your ear, rub little figures on your arm and most importantly, made you feel safe. Since he’s been gone, all it ever does in London is rain.
Now that you’re going into the final stages of your third trimester, things have been extremely hard without Brian with you. He hasn’t seen your swollen, pregnant belly in what feels like forever, but it only has been three months. You take a deep breath and recall to when you first told Brian you were pregnant.
You hugged the toilet seat as you puked for the fifth day in a row this week. At first you thought you had food poisoning because Brian was sick for two days but now you’re getting suspicious. A couple weeks ago, you and Brian had celebrated your three year anniversary, and boy did y’all celebrate. Every chance you had, you celebrated.
You were sick and tired of always sprinting to the bathroom and spilling your guts. While Brian was gone at the studio with the other boys, you had a planned a doctor’s appointment without his knowledge.
The appointment resulted you in getting a blood test which showed you the reason why you had been so sick, tired and moody. You looked at the sonogram, tears filling your eyes and a smile spreading across your lips. You were currently four weeks pregnant at the time you had found out.
When you got home, you did some lengthy research on Pintrest to find out cute ways to announce that you and Brian were expecting. You had called Bri, asking him to invite the boys over for dinner. He agreed and you started cooking chicken parm which was Bri and the boy’s favorite meal you cooked.
You heard a raggedy old van start pulling up so you quickly placed a single roll on a tray in the oven and quickly ran to the couch. You pretended to read a magazine that had a pregnant mother on the cover, which contained ‘Advice for first time moms’ on the title.
The boys piled in laughing and joking with one another. They shrugged off their coats and wiggled out of their shoes before plopping on the couch next to you. “How are you Y/N?” John asked softly, with a sweet smile present on his lips. You and John had been fairly close to one another considering you were close in age. “I’m doing fantastic, John.” You tried to hide your toothy grin by biting the inside of your lip.
“Love, is dinner ready?” Brian asked as he walked in from the bathroom, a small smile creeping. All the boys looked at you, their eyes begging for you to say yes. You nodded and waved them on to get their plates.
As soon as they sat down, you smiled from behind to magazine, making sure the cover was in sight. “Hey Bri, I’ve got a bun in the oven.” You nonchalantly said making direct eye contact with him. He furrowed his brows and slowly walked towards the oven. He opened the oven and pursed his lips in confusion. “Hon why is there only one bun in the oven?” He asked while examining the singular bun.
You bit your lips to keep in a huge smile and took a quiet deep breath. You got up from the couch, the magazine in hand. You held the sonogram in between random pages and set the magazine down in Brian’s sight, the sonogram facing up. “Hmm, guess we only have one bun in the oven.” You say casually as you take the pan out, setting it on the counter. Brian shrugged and started walking back towards the table before catching a glimpse of the magazine.
At first he looked away and continued walking until he stopped in his tracks, going back to the magazine. His eyes went so wide you thought they were going to pop out of his head. He snatched the picture, reading it over and over. “Y/N IS THIS YOURS?” He asked while frantically looking from you and the sonogram.
You couldn’t help but to crack a toothy smile. You nodded your head like a bobble head, tears forming in your eyes. He ran over to you, picking you up ever so gently and squeezing you. “We have a bun in the oven!” You excitedly exclaimed, cupping Brian’s face with your hands, giggling and smiling like an idiot.
The boys looked up, their faces shocked and excited. Everyone began cheering and hugging you and Bri. The boys jumped all over Brian, clapping him on the back, expressing their pride in him. Soon they turned to you, squeezing you and kissing your cheek or forehead.
“I will say now, I will the baby’s favorite uncle!” Freddie exclaimed while hugging you and making dead eye contact with Roger and John. Soon an argument broke out on who would be the best uncle and who was going to teach the baby what.
In the roar of excitement, Brian had pulled you away into the living room. He sat down on the couch, you following in suit. He had tears in his eyes and a huge grin across his face. “I can’t believe this, Y/N.” He said softly, grabbing your hands to hold them.
Tears flooded down your face as you watched his actions. He gently lifted your shirt up, revealing your belly. He brought his down to belly level, holding your hips gently. “Hey little one, I can’t wait to meet you and kiss your beautiful face and spoil you oh and I can’t wait to hold your little body.” He kissed your belly softly, tracing little shapes on your abdomen. ”Your mommy and I love you very much, bug.” He whispered softly.
Suddenly you were interrupted by your phone ringing, a picture of you and Brian acting goofy popped up indicating it was him. You wipe your tears and answered the phone, a smile appearing on your lips.
“Hello my dear.” Brian said softly on the other side of the phone, knowing it was probably early morning at home. “Hello Bri.” You said quietly, you could practically see Brian smiling at hearing your voice.
“How is our little bug doing?” He asked sweetly. He always asked about the baby each time he called. ‘Bug’ was a nickname he called the baby even though you’ve already decided on a name. “She’s doing fine, kicking up a storm as always.” You said with a smile as you rubbed your swollen belly.
“Could you do me a favor, hon?’ Brian asked, chewing on his fingernail, a habit he developed while being away from you and the baby. You sighed quietly and got up from your seat near the window. “I’ve sent you so my baby bump pictures, love. It hasn’t grown since last night.” You giggled softly as you looked in the mirror. Ever since Brian left for tour, he had begged you to send baby bump pictures so he could boast about you on social media. Half of his feed was your pictures and photos of sonograms you had sent.
“No love, I believe you. I want you to open the front door.” He said quietly, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion. “Did you or the boys send me something?” You asked while you walked towards the door, unlocking it and balancing the phone on your shoulder.
You opened the door slowly, being greeted by the cold air and moisture. You sighed and looked around, about the close the door. “Nothing’s here-“ You were interrupted by a mop of brunette curls approaching you, a huge smile across it’s handsome face. You dropped your phone and wobbled towards him. Brian quickly ran towards you, breaking the distance between the both of you with a needy hug. You held each other, swaying from side to side as you tightened your grip on him.
“Hello, my dear. Been a while hasn’t it?” He asked as he pulled away to look at your glowing face. His eyes lit up with excitement and absolute love. “My goodness, you have pregnancy glow!” He exclaimed, while cupping your face and kissing you all over.
You hooked your arms around his neck, squinting your eyes as Brian planted kisses all over your face.
“Oh how I’ve missed you and bug.”
