Ok! Here’s part two to little miracles!!! Apologies for the wait got a little busy!
Warnings: not much, except fluff and a ton of cuteness. Some light swearing and kissing.
“Dove?!” You hear him call out for you as he steps onto the bus.
Your pulse races, and you your heart crawls out of your chest. Your moments away from sharing the biggest news of your life with the man you love.
You take in a few deep breaths before standing up. You grab the letter and tuck it in his hoodie that you are wearing.
You step out of his room in the back. He hears your footsteps, turning towards you. His eyes lights up at the sight of you.
He opens his arms in invitation. You gladly take it, and you run and jump. He easily catches you, supporting with one hand on your lower back, and the other on your ass, which he playfully squeezes. You giggle, kissing his cheek in retaliation.
You lock your legs around his waist. Your arms rest loosely around his neck. You bury your face in his neck, taking in the scent that is so distinctively him.
“Mm, missed ya out ‘vere luv.” He pulls his head back to look at you.
You gently smile. “Missed you too.”
He captures your lips in a soft kiss. This one isn’t rushed like they normally are after shows. Your one hand moves to frame his face as you get lost in the sensation. He licks your lower lip before he breaks the kiss, and you whine, chasing his mouth.
He snorts. “Ya ‘ave been very clingy fer a few weeks now, luv…” he squeezes your cheeks, so you won’t kiss him with a teasing glint in his eyes.
Before you can respond, he interrupts. “Baby, ‘M gunna ask yer sumfink, and ya gotta promise me not ta get mad.”
You kiss his nose. “Promise.”
He places you on the couch, and he kneels down in front of you, taking your hands in his.
“When was yer last period?” He asks.
You blink in surprise. You didn’t expect him to catch on so quickly. You mess with his necklace. “Oh…um…two months ago.”
A crease forms between his eyebrows. One out of worry. “‘Ave ya taken a test, dove?”
You let out an amused breath. “Baby, you’re such a little detective. I had this all planned out for you, and you just swooped in and figured it out yourself.”
You pull out the letter. “Here. The answer to your question is in here.”
He takes the letter from you, and he carefully unfolds the paper. You watch his face as he reads.
His breath catches. Unshed tears forming in his eyes. He puts a hand over his mouth. “Oh darlin’…”
He drops the letter, and he tugs you into a bone crushing hug. You let a squeak of surprise, but you embrace him back.
You feel a warm wetness on your neck, and you realize he’s crying. You rub his back. He pulls back, and he glances up at you with watery eyes.
“Yer pregnant.” He whispers. Not because he doesn’t believe you, but he needs to hear himself say the words out loud.
You nod, biting your lip. “Yeah…I had it all planned out, but you know my body better than I do apparently.”
He chokes on his laugh. “Dove, ya ‘ave been nauseous fer weeks. Yer sensitive ta certain smells. Ya ate an entire jar of jalapeños the other day. Yer clingy, moody, and very possessive. Ya practically almost fought sum random woman fer me…I know yer darlin’. Haf ta get suspicious at some point, luv.”
You rub your face. “Fair enough. Come on, got something set up for you in the bedroom.” You get on your feet, and you lead him to the bedroom in the back of the bus.
You let him step in first. He spots the basket and black roses instantly. He goes and sits down, sifting through the basket. He holds up the pink socks. “Startin ‘em young, huh?”
You roll your eyes, but you feel the twitch in your lips. He grins up at you, and he sets the basket aside. “C’mere, dove.”
You join him on the bed. He wraps his arms around your waist. One hand rests on your stomach, already protective.
He kisses your head. “Fank you fer this little miracle. Yer gunna make an amazin’ mum, and ‘M here fer all ‘em steps.”
You bury your face in his neck. “I love you. You’re going to make an amazing dad.”
He tightens his hold on you. “I luv ya too, dove. ‘M gunna give this little dove the world.”
You hum. “Yeah, plus you’re gonna make a hot dad. The whole rockstar vibe is an added bonus.”
He lets out a throaty laugh. “Fanks, luv. Though ya got the ‘hole rockstar fing fer yerself as well. We’re gunna make fookin’ sick parents, babe.”
He leans down and kisses you again. This time he lets it linger, knowing you probably need it after being apart from him for a few hours.
You know that despite the fear, and the unknown…Dom’s going to be here for you and this baby no matter what. Just like he’s been here for you since you were five years old on a school playground.
He breaks the kiss but only because you feel yourself drifting off as the weight of the day catches up to you. He notices and shifts positions, so you are both lying comfortably on the bed.
“Sleep, baby.” He runs your back, lulling you into your own dreams.
I’m probably going to make another part to this after I think which direction I want to go in.
Though honestly I’m feeling like this rockstar would make a sick girl dad…
