would you write something fluffy with jaafar? so, basically it’s just you guys documenting ur pregnancy, starts with you taking the test and recording you guys reactions to it. like he would respond with something silly like “our parents are gonna kill us.” and it follows from the gender reveal, baby shower, angsty moments of doubt and food cravings etc. sorry if that was a lot!
ꔛ pairing — jaafar jackson 𝓍 ƒ pregnant!reader
೯ warning: tooth-rotting fluff & talk of pregnancy of course!
೯ authors note: feeling hella maternal writing this, i’m seven weeks pregnant so this was too real. anyways, enjoy! this isn’t my best ( there’s sm freaking dialogue, fawk ) but i hope y’all like it.
the pregnancy test had been sitting on the bathroom counter for a full five minutes. you refused to look at it. if you didn't look, it wasn't real. if you didn't look, your period was simply late. stress. work. life. anything but.
"baby?" jaafar's voice came muffled through the bathroom door. "you've been in there for a while."
your eyes stayed glued to the sink.
"...i think it's broken."
the kind of silence that was somehow louder than any response.
you slowly unlocked the door, peeking around it just enough to see him standing in the hallway with his phone in one hand and a banana in the other. his brows were knitted together, brown eyes searching yours for any hint that this was some elaborate joke.
he looked at you, looked at the test, looked back at you.
the banana slipped from his fingers and hit the hardwood floor with a pathetic little thud.
you stared at it, he stared at it, then at each other.
"...i just dropped a perfectly good banana."
you laughed so suddenly it caught you off guard, the sound bubbling out between nervous tears. "that's—that's your takeaway?"
he blinked a few times before letting out a shaky laugh of his own, one hand rubbing over his face. "no. no, it's definitely not."
his smile disappeared just as quickly as it came.
he said it so quietly, almost like he was asking permission to believe it.
your bottom lip trembled.
he crossed the room in two quick strides, wrapping you in his arms before either of you could think too much about it. neither of you said anything for a while. you just stood there, clinging to one another while your hearts raced at the exact same speed.
you could feel how fast his was beating through his t-shirt.
"i'm terrified," you admitted into his chest.
he kissed the top of your head.
the next two hours consisted of six more pregnancy tests.
"this one says positive too," jaafar mumbled, lining them up across the bathroom counter like they were evidence in a criminal investigation.
you sat on the closed toilet seat, hoodie pulled over your knees as you watched him pace.
"maybe they're all defective."
he looked over his shoulder.
"baby...these are six different brands."
"...maybe they're collaborating."
he couldn't help but laugh.
"a very committed prank."
he walked over, crouching in front of you before gently taking your hands. "i know this is scary."
your eyes immediately welled.
"everything's about to change."
"we're not gonna know what we're doing."
his expression softened so quickly it made your chest ache.
"hey." he squeezed your hands.
"don't do that to yourself."
"you're already worrying about being a good mom before the baby's even here. that kind of tells me you'll be a really good one."
he sighed dramatically, a smile creeping on his lips.
"i knew that was gonna make you cry."
"can't. it's in my contract."
morning sickness was criminally under described.
there was nothing morning about it; it showed up before breakfast, after lunch, in the middle of the night, once because someone in the apartment downstairs burned garlic bread. your disgusting cravings didn’t help either.
you had barely made it to the bathroom before dropping to your knees.
without fail, jaafar was right behind you.
one hand held your hair back while the other rubbed slow circles between your shoulder blades.
he never complained, not once. even when you apologized between dry heaves.
"i've thrown up...seven times today."
"i still think you're pretty."
you looked over your shoulder with narrowed eyes. "you're lying."
"i've never been more sincere."
"...my breath smells like stomach acid."
he pretended to think about it.
he laughed so hard he nearly fell backward into the bathtub.
by twenty weeks, the nursery had become your favorite room in the apartment despite containing nothing except unfinished furniture and unopened boxes.
the two of you spent an entire saturday arguing over which shade of sage green looked "more calming."
"they're literally the same color."
"...okay maybe they're a little similar."
later that afternoon he attempted to build the crib without reading the instructions.
fourty five minutes later he sat cross-legged in the middle of the room surrounded by leftover screws.
"...manufacturing error?"
you slowly picked up the instruction manual from where he'd tossed it. “step one."
"because your mom would've read the instructions."
"...i guess” he mumbled, defeated.
the ultrasound felt different.
the jokes stopped the second the lights dimmed.
your fingers instinctively reached for his, intertwining them so tightly his knuckles turned white. he didn't complain. if anything, he held on tighter.
the technician smiled while moving the wand across your stomach.
"everything looks beautiful."
the breath you'd been holding escaped in one shaky exhale.
then she tilted her head.
your heart immediately dropped into your stomach.
"is...is everything okay?"
"i was just trying to get a better angle of baby number two."
you looked at jaafar, he looked at you, then both of you slowly turned back toward the screen.
the technician pointed toward the monitor.
another tiny shape appeared.
"...and here's the other."
jaafar didn't blink, didn't move. he just continued staring at the screen as though waiting for someone to yell ‘it’s a prank’
he looked at you with the same expression someone might have after seeing a ghost.
"...we're skipping straight to two?"
the laugh that escaped you was loud enough to echo through the room.
you laughed until tears streamed down your cheeks.
jaafar started laughing too, though it sounded slightly hysterical.
"i don't even know how to hold one baby, genevieve refuses to let me."
the technician smiled sympathetically.
"good thing you've got several months to practice."
he looked down at your stomach before gently resting his hand there.
"...you've both been in there this whole time?"
his voice cracked in the sweetest way.
it suddenly became real. not a pregnancy, not an ultrasound, your babies.
his eyes shimmered as he leaned down, pressing the softest kiss against your stomach.
you had never loved him more than you did in that moment.
the third trimester humbled both of you.
sleep became a distant memory.
your back constantly ached, your ankles had disappeared completely, and somehow the babies had decided three in the morning was the perfect time to host gymnastics practice.
one particularly miserable night you found jaafar sitting on the bathroom floor assembling a foot bath after watching approximately six tutorials online.
he looked up with the most serious expression. "combat."
you laughed despite yourself.
he carefully lowered your feet into the warm water before resting his chin on your knee.
"i wish i could carry them for a day."
he kissed your knee. "but i'd still do it."
labor arrived two weeks earlier than expected.
you woke up to an uncomfortable warmth before realizing exactly what had happened.
"five more minutes." he groaned, still half asleep.
he sat upright so fast he nearly knocked himself with the headboard, a loud thud echoing through the bedroom. “shit!”
he clutched his the back of his head.
"...hospital." you blinked, your demeanor calm.
he jumped out of bed, immediately running in the wrong direction.
"...the front door is the other way."
then ran straight into the dresser.
by the time you made it to the car, he had forgotten his wallet, grabbed the diaper bag instead of the hospital bag, and somehow left the house wearing two completely different shoes.
you were in active labor and still had enough energy to laugh at him.
"you're not the one having contractions."
"...that's actually a really good point."
hours later, every joke disappeared, the room blurred around you. the contractions stole every ounce of concentration you had left, each one stronger than the last. your hand never left jaafar's, and neither did his.
he whispered encouragement between every push, brushing damp strands of hair away from your face, reminding you to breathe whenever panic threatened to take over.
when you broke down, convinced you couldn't do it anymore, he leaned his forehead against yours.
"you are the strongest person i've ever known."
another contraction ripped through you.
for the first time all day...you believed him.
the nurse carefully placed your baby against your chest, and suddenly the pain, the exhaustion, the fear—it all faded beneath the overwhelming realization that this tiny little person was yours.
jaafar let out the most broken, relieved laugh you'd ever heard.
he covered his mouth, tears spilling down his face.
it was barely above a whisper.
before either of you had time to fully process it, another contraction hit.
the nurse smiled knowingly. "one more."
another tiny cry filled the room.
your second baby was laid beside their sibling, immediately calming the moment they felt your warmth.
the room became impossibly quiet. you stared at them, jaafar stared at them, neither of you could find the words.
he reached out with trembling hands, one finger wrapping around each impossibly tiny fist before looking back at you with tears still clinging to his lashes.
your own tears spilled over as you nodded.
he leaned over carefully, kissing your forehead before pressing another kiss against each baby's tiny head.
"best defective pregnancy test i've ever seen."
despite everything, despite the exhaustion, the soreness, the tears, you laughed.
and somehow, with one baby sleeping against each side of your chest and the love of your life looking at the three of you like he'd just been handed the entire universe.
everything felt exactly as it was supposed to.
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