Early Pregnancy w/ Line cook!Logan…
A/N: line cook!logan x waitress!reader, ft. host!wade, fluffy, comfort, pregnancy, protective!logan, mild suggestive nsfw towards the end
Once the drugstore tests proved Logan’s suspicions of pregnancy to be true, he started to delegate much like he does at work. An appointment with an obgyn is already set for two weeks from now, the fridge in your shared apartment is cleared that night of any deli meats and leftovers, “Only fresh ingredients from now on.” Logan had decided as he cleaned out even the pantry of anything he deem unsuitable for you or his child.
At the apartment, he’s so calm and attentive always kissing on you and asking if you’re hungry, which you have been a lot lately.
“Want some of that truffle carbonara from last night’s dinner service?” He asks, caressing your legs which are draped across his lap while you’re reading. Logan can’t help contemplating you whenever there’s a moment of peace. Maybe it’s just because he knows, but he swears you’re already glowing. Secure and confident in the changes your body is no doubt already making to prepare for growth.
“Ooo, can you make that here?” You ask, looking away from the page and at him with hopeful eyes. He nods, kissing your knee sweetly before lifting your legs and sliding out from under them.
“I can make you anything you want, darlin’.” He says, leaning over and kissing your lips as you grin. “Just gotta ask.”
At work, he’s not quite as calm, but still very attentive. There are so many distractions and hazardous situations that could potentially hurt you. Things he’s always been aware of, but now he has to make nothing harms the evolution of life you’re carrying. He wishes he could only focus on you, but that simply can’t ever be the case with a menace like Wade around.
“Don’t!” Logan says, pointing a knife at Wade who had been about to make a humping gesture while you were bent over in the storage closet, grabbing more cloth table napkins. Wade freezes, his hands just inches above your hips when you turn to look up and immediately laugh at him. “Get back to the host stand, Wade.”
“Wow, I’ve never been cockblocked that quickly before.” Wade says, shaking his head while helping you up. “Is he PMSing?” Wade asks you in a whispered voice just loudly enough for Logan to hear whether he chooses to or not.
“Not yet, I think you have 2 more weeks of light treading.” You reassure him, patting his shoulder and dipping your chin to the front where some customers are wandering in. “Go try air humping them, might make you feel better.”
Wade looks over and gives an optimistic nod. “I hope Gammy doesn’t have her good high waisted panties on cause they’re about to get wet.” He says, rolling his shoulders like he’s hyping himself up.
“Gross.” You laugh, lightly shoving him forward to greet the guests while you go check on your still-scowling boyfriend in the kitchen. “You okay?”
“Wade plays too rough sometimes. Just didn’t want him hurting you.” Logan explains with a sheepishly tint on his ears and you smile, kissing the corner of his lips gently. One of his large hands rests on your waist and his thumb light brushes over your soft belly. “You still feeling okay?”
“I feel fine, Logan.” You say, running a hand through the sides of his hair and nodding in reassurance when he gives you a skeptic look. “I’m going to be fine, don’t worry. We’ve got time before I get bi-”
All of a sudden, your mouth fills up with saliva and you get an uncomfortable tightness at the top of your belly. Logan’s eyes widen and you shake your head, trying to ward him off as you hurry to the staff restroom in the back.
“Joey, man the grill and don’t let those lobsters overcook.” You hear Logan instruct while he follows you anyway, heavy boots hurrying behind you as you burst into the thankfully vacant restroom.
Once inside you’re hunched over and puking into the toilet while Logan holds your hair back and soothing rubs your lower back with a large hand. He doesn’t say anything, just watches and offers comfort while your body does what it has to do. As you flush, you groan softly and Logan helps you onto your feet, letting you make your on way to the sink where you wash your hands and rinse your mouth.
“Guess it won’t be long before Wade and the others figure out you’ve gone and gotten the waitress pregnant.” You tease while drying your hand and patting your chin dry, making him laugh softly.
“Still fine?” Logan asks with a small smirk he can’t help as you toss your paper towel and pout, shaking your head at him. That’s his kid alright, already making things difficult.
“No, I wanna go home.” You give him a sigh, feeling exhausted from that ordeal alone, and he chuckles, sliding a hand around your waist and pulling you into a kiss and a tender hug.
“I’ve got you, darlin’, let me take care of you. This is what I do best.”
You know he’s right. He’s always been such a good partner, always thoughtful and respectful of your wants and needs. You have always been able to turn your brain off around him, letting him take care of everything that requires planning or physical effort. Now, with a baby on the way, you shouldn’t feel like you need to handle it all on your own just because it’s happening in your body. You can share even this task with him by letting him worry and care — you know he’s going to regardless.
“Are you nervous?” You ask Logan that night as you are both in the bathroom getting ready for bed. You sit on the counter of your His and Hers sinks, brushing your hair leisurely while he finishes brushing his teeth. “About being a dad?”
Logan takes his time as he rinses his mouth and sets his toothbrush back in its cup next to yours, methodically washing his face and hands before drying off with a hand towel. His eyes take you in where you sit smiling happily at him as you twist your hair into a long braid — you look exactly the same as you did that morning before work. His little waitress with a kind heart and playful smile, but now carrying the potential of new life.
“I thought I would be,” Logan finally admits, moving over to you as you finish your braid and he stands between your thighs. Your arms wrap around his bare, broad shoulders and you look up at him sweetly. “Thought I’d be terrified, to be honest. Raisin’ a kid‘s no walk in the park and I don’t have the skill set.” You laugh softly, shaking your head in amusement. “But with you, darlin’,” He sighs, caressing your cheek softly with his thumb, making you instinctively nuzzle into his palm. “I haven’t been nervous about anything since you came along.”
“Good, because I’m not nervous either,” You murmur, kissing him softly and leaning into him. Logan moans softly as your warm body presses against his bare torso, the thin material of your camisole doing little to insulate the heat of his own body. “Logan, I’m so excited. We’re going to have a baby!” You grin, pecking his jaw and neck, “I wanna make sure.” You whisper against his lips, your hands cupping his face as you kiss him firmly.
“Sweetheart, you’re so warm, smell so damn good.” He groans, easily lifting you off the counter and carrying you into the bedroom. “My sweet girl’s gonna have my baby.” He murmurs, sweetly kissing you while lying you on the bed. His warmth follows, not abandoning you for a moment as the kisses heat up and clothes is blindly displaced.
“Oh, fuck, that’s so hot when you say it.” You groan making Logan laugh, your hands slide into his sweats and you kiss his neck. “You’re gonna be a daddy.”
“Careful, sweetheart,” Logan growls, recapturing your lips while sliding a large, warm hand up your camisole and gently cupping your breast. “You’re gonna be too tender to rough up in a few weeks time.”
“Better take advantage of my resilience now then.” You tease, rolling your hips inviting against his hard cock. “C’mon, daddy, I need it.”
And what his pregnant girl needs, she gets.
Really needed something fluffy and positive to share. It has been a difficult couple of days as someone who wants to both stay informed and has too much empathy:(
And I hope everyone affected by this winter weather on the East Coast has been staying safe and warm!🫶
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