Pregnant in the Bov House 🍼
Warnings - not detailed but there is mentions of sex
Before they even find out, everyone knows something’s off. She’s having a nap upstairs when Ginge comes down and sighs. The boys are all on the sofa just on their phones and talking casually.
“Alright mate?” Chazza looks up at Morgan who looks tense.
“Mate.” He shakes his head. “Dunno what’s up with her but she is not happy at the minute.”
“She went fucking off at me this morning about the crumbs on the side.” Heinz looks at Morgan.
“Yeah, she’s not good right now.” He takes a deep breath, flicking on the kettle.
“Probably hormonal, Heather gets like that sometimes.” Tays shrugs. “Just have to ride the wave, it’ll pass.”
Morgan nods. An hour later, she wakes up and notices he’s not in the room with her anymore. She stretches slightly before picking up her phone and calling him.
“Hello?” He answers the phone, slightly confused as to why she’s ringing from upstairs.
“Can you come up?” She whines slightly.
“Yeah, just a second love.” He ends the call and stands up, heading up the stairs. When he enters, she’s still tucked up in the sheets.
“I’m sorry for being a bitch.” She says quietly. “I love you.”
“That’s alright sweetheart, I love you too. I just want you to be happy.” He lays next to her and strokes her head.
“I am happy.”
“Good.” He kisses her forehead.
A few weeks later, the same attitude ensues. She wakes up one morning, Morgan had already left for work. She was starving itching for a slice of toast with butter and a cup of tea. She scrolls through her phone until she musters up the courage to go and make herself some breakfast. Her eyes widen when she checks what day it is.
“Shit.” She heads straight to her period tracking app and sees she’s 5 days late for her very regular period. Her stomach drops, her heart pounding. Then obviously she calls Morgan home and takes a test. Everything changed forever since then and the pair of them had never been so nervous.
He decides to tell all of the boys eventually but confides in Beano first. Beano watches over her constantly once he knows, particularly if Morgan’s not there for whatever reason.
“Fuck sake.” She stands on her very tip toes on the edge of one of the dining table chairs she’d pulled over to the kitchen. But she still couldn’t get it. Jakey thought it would be funny to leave the Nutella at the very back of a high cupboard so he wouldn’t be tempted to eat anymore of it. She wasn’t so strict with denying temptation these days though.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Beano’s voice cuts through the air as she wobbles with a fright.
“Beano! Can you get this?” She struggles. “Can’t reach.”
“Get fucking down! Are you mad?” He shouts. “You could’ve fallen.” He helps her down and reaches up to get it himself.
“I’m fine.”
“Reader, you can’t do shit like that now. It’s dangerous.”
“Stop being dramatic! I’m pregnant not incapable.” She scowls as he hands her the Nutella.
“I’m being serious! You need to think about what you’re doing.”
“God, you sound like Morgan.” She rolls her eyes. “Until you’re pregnant yourself, please don’t tell me how to deal with this.
“It doesn’t take an idiot to know you shouldn’t be climbing on chairs when you’re 4 months pregnant.” He shouts out of concern.
“Well maybe it’s Jakey’s fucking fault for putting it there!” She shouts back.
“Well ask him to get it back down for you.” He claps back.
“Stop shouting at me!” She shouts.
“You’re shouting at me!”
“Woah, Oi! What’s going on? What’s with the shouting?” Morgan races in. Her eyes fill with tears now.
“Don’t cry now he’s here-“ Beano starts.
“Beano!” Morgan stops him before it goes any further and she gets more upset. “C’mere love. What’s up?” Morgan opens his arms and she walks into them. Crying into his chest. “I know, I know.” He strokes her hair. “Just talk to me, take a deep breath.”
She explains between hiccups and sniffles what happened and Morgan sighs a bit. “He’s just looking out for you love, yeah?” And she nods, seeing sense again.
“Sorry, I was such a bitch Beano, but you didn’t have to shout at me.” She looks at him, her eyes red and puffy.
“I’m sorry for shouting. Here.” He hugs her, he knows she’s going through it at the minute. She hugs him back and sniffles again.
She’s just every emotion all at once in the beginning. She can’t even look at Morgan when he’s in his ballers suit without needing to jump his bones there and then (not that he complains). They’d been at it that morning in the shower as soon as they’d woken up.
Morgan had left her asleep in bed when he got up for filming. He jumped in the shower and expected she’d be asleep still when he got back. Until he heard the bathroom door open, a smile on his face as he saw her.
“Alright love? Thought you’d still be asleep.”
She shakes her head sleepily. “Can I come in?”
“Course you can, come on.” She rids herself of her pajamas and steps under the water with him. It wasn’t long before he had her holding onto the wall as he drilled into her from behind.
Then of course, that night when he got back home. She was at it again. She’d been cuddling with him for about an hour whilst watching tv in bed when her mind started to drift. Thoughts of what had happened that morning in the shower that eventually spilled into her replaying every sexual encounter she’s ever had with Morgan. And suddenly with a damp patch on her knickers, she pulls herself up to straddle his waist.
“What’s up love?” He grins as he looks at her.
“Nothing.” He can feel her fidgeting on his lap slightly. “Want you.” She says quietly.
“Again? We had sex this morning.”
“Need it again.”
Of course he’d never deny her when she’s asking for that!
Then other times their evenings are quite the opposite and he’s having to console her over stupid things.
“I just…” she cries.
“What’s wrong? Tell me love.” He strokes her hair.
“I just think you could be a little bit easier on Jakey.” She sobs. He has to hold back his laugh. “It’s just he’s so nice and he’s only young and you lot just take the piss out of him.”
“Babe, it’s a joke. He knows it’s a joke. We’ve spoke about this.”
“I know but,” she sobs harder. “Does he actually know? Maybe he doesn’t see it like that sometimes.”
“That whole act he puts on gets him a hell of a lot of money sweetheart, I don’t think he gives a shit. We’re all his mates, he knows that.”
“Please just be nicer to him.” She sniffles.
“Right ok, I’ll be nicer. I promise.”
