#imagine27

Summary : You organized a baby shower to celebrate the coming of your future baby but a little incident happen and you panic. Luckily, Christian is here to comfort you. 

Pairing : Christian Bale x Reader

Warnings : fluff, mention of blood, fear of miscarriage.

At 28 years old, you can pretty much say that all your dreams came true. First, you found the love of your life, Christian. You met seven years ago, by chance, while you were working as the costume department while he was one the leading actor. You two gets on like very quickly even if you weren’t supposed to see each other a lot. But it was love at first sight and no one can get in the way of the love you had for each other. Three years later, Christian proposed you to become Mrs Bale and your second dream came true. You organized the wedding of your dreams with a small ceremony, surrounded by people you both love in your families. Christian was beautiful in his dark smoking suit, he was elegant and charming, as always. You, on the other hand, were astonishing in your wedding dress, that you created yourself for the occasion. 

And now, two years after this engagement that reinforced your bond and love, you were about to live the third dream on your list. 6 months ago, you discovered by surprise that you were finally pregnant. You discussed a lot about this. It was a serious decision to make but you both were ready to begin this new adventure. 

When the members of your families heard the news, everybody was truly happy cause they knew that you’ve tried a moment to have a baby. Sadly, you suffered two miscarriages. Two horrible lost that really ruined you. Christian had to convince you to try one last time and it was a success. Of course the first months were difficult cause you always were afraid to do something wrong, you were afraid to live once again this horrible moment when a doctor announces you that you lost your baby. It has been difficult for Christian as well. But he had to stay strong to help and support you. You were both devastated. 

But the past belongs to the past. Today, everything was alright. The baby was alright, growing up quietly in your belly, where he was protected and loved. Can’t go 10 mins without having Christian around you, checking is everything is alright, if the baby is good. He’ll be the best father in the world, no doubt. 

“Is everything ready ?”, you ask Christian as you arrived at the end of the stairs. He was on a ladder, busy to hang a little banderole on the wall, between the kitchen and the living room. He lets out a "yes” full of relieves. 

“We are ready to welcome our guests”, he adds as he comes down from the stairs, his work tools in his free left hand. You look at the result, an happy smile on your face.

“We both love it, thank you daddy”, you answer back as kissing him on the cheek while he passes near you. He smiles, puts down his work tools on the table and embrace you from behind, wrapping his arms around your round belly. 

“I’ll do anything for my princesses”, he whispers into your ear before kissing it. His big hands caressing your belly. Since he discovered that you’ll have a baby girl, he loves to call you like this. 

“C’mon, it’s time to get ready, the guests are coming soon!”, you suddenly say after seeing the clock on the wall. In a hurry, Christian pulls back and quickly run till the bathroom...

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The reception was like you imagined it. Your guests, mainly family members and close friends, were there to celebrate the coming of your little baby girl. They also cover her with may gifts like toys, clothes, furniture for her room, implements for the dinner,...She wasn’t born yet and nevertheless, she was already spoiling. This really makes you feel good and loved.

Christian was observing the scene while talking with the men, away from the women all around you. He was enjoying his beer, leaning on the kitchen counter. He couldn’t stop smiling as seeing you so happy, he couldn’t stop thinking that happiness and pregnancy was really suiting you well. He could tell that you’re suffering period was now behind you. 

After the two miscarriages, he wasn't totally convinced that a third attempt would be a very good idea. What if it never worked ? He saw you suffering, fighting and crying, and he never wants to live it once again. But you had found the right words and luckily, it worked. Your baby girl was the most precious thing in the world and Christian couldn’t wait to meet her soon.

“Aaaw...this is lovely!”, you exclaim, after opening the last present. You show it to the girls who shout many “oh” and “lovely” in front of the little pink pyjama. “Thank you very much!”. You were about to get up from the sofa to collect all the gift wraps on the floor when you suddenly feel a strong pain hitting you in your stomach. For some seconds, you don’t move and wait. 

You look around you and no one seem to have noticed something. Good, you didn’t want them to panic for such a little thing. Your baby was probably hitting you like she used to do. You walk with difficulty till the kitchen and a second pain hurts you, but on the right side of your stomach. You lean on the fridge, out of sight, with your hand on your round belly. 

“It’s ok baby...no need to kick”, you whisper, your hand caressing to comfort her.

But this wasn’t enough. Suddenly hit by a pressing need to pee, you make your way till the bathroom. A third kick hurt you when you are washing your hands, but it is stronger this time and you have to lean to the washbasin to not fall. Alerted by your disappearance, Christian had the presence of mind of searching for you upstairs, in the bathroom or in the room. He opens the door and understands immediately that something was wrong. 

“Baby...What’s happening ? Are you alright ?”, he’s trying to keep head but you can tell that he was in panic. 

“I...I don’t know...I have a terrible stomach pain since 5 minutes”. In a hurry, he comes closer and kneels down in front of you, placing his both hands on your stomach to check. 

“Is it like a baby kick or something ?”

“I don’t know”, you confess as taking a seat on the edge of the bath. “I’m not in pain when she kicks”. You try to relax as taking deep breathes and Christian quickly take charge. He takes a face flannel, covers it with water and puts it on your forehead. While his left hand is keeping it in place, his right hand takes yours.

“Don’t worry baby. I'm sure everything will be alright. You hear me ? I’m here, it’s ok”, he whispers as placing his head on your belly, trying to listen something. You stay in this position for maybe a couple of minutes, you can’t say. It was like the time had stopped. Closing your eyes, feeling more relaxed, you hear the beautiful words Christian was whispering to his beloved baby.

“Don’t worry baby girl...everything’s alright...mommy was a bit stressed but everything is ok now...daddy is taking care of both of you”. 

Ten minutes later, you didn’t feel any other pain and you decided to go back to the party. Christian gets up and helps you to go back on your feet. 

“Are you alright?”, he asks one more time, to be sure that you were ready to go downstairs. “Maybe you should lay down a little in our room”.

“Don’t worry, I’m feeling better”, your assure him with a trusting smile. Christian takes your head with his hands and takes your lips for a tender kiss. 

“If it happen again, I want to be informed”.