Pairing: Dr. Frank Langdon x mom!reader x toddler!son
Warnings: fluff, surprise pregnancy, anxiety, comfort.
Summary: A quiet evening takes a chaotic turn when a toddler makes a surprisingly accurate medical diagnosis.
Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and written solely for entertainment purposes.
The living room was an absolute disaster zone of blocks, toy trucks and stickers. But it was the most peaceful the house had been all week.
Frank was stretched out on the couch, taking up nearly the entire length of it. His head was resting comfortably in your lap, his eyes closed as he tried, and failed, to take a nap.
Tobias, your two year old son, was taking his job as a decorator very seriously. With his tiny tongue poking out of his mouth, he peeled another sticker from its sheet and pressed it onto his fatherās cheek.
Frank didn't even flinch.
"You're looking very handsome, love," you said softly, your fingers gently weaving through his hair, massaging his scalp.
"Mmm. Let him," Frank murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion. "As long as heās quiet and not drawing on the walls, he can turn me into a sketchbook."
You chuckled, continuing the soothing of your fingers through his hair. Tobias grunted in agreement, leaning his little hands against your knee as he reached up to place a dinosaur sticker right on the bridge of Frank's nose. Frank opened one eye, tracking his son's movements with paternal adoration before closing it again, sinking deeper into your touch.
Tobias stood back, admiring his handiwork. Then, his eyes drifted down from Frank's face, landing on your stomach.
He patted your belly with both of his hands, tilting his head.
"Why is a baby in your belly, mama?" Tobias asked, his voice perfectly clear and innocent.
Your fingers froze in Frank's hair.
The entire room seemed to drop ten degrees.
Frankās eyes snapped open, all traces of sleep instantly evaporating.
He didn't move, but you could feel the sudden tension radiating through his body.
"What did you say, buddy?" you asked, laughing a little nervously, expecting him to say he was talking about a toy or a snack.
"Baby," Tobias repeated firmly, patting your stomach again with absolute conviction. "In dere. Sleeping."
He then immediately lost interest, spotted a truck under the coffee table, and toddled off to go play with it.
You stared at your son, then slowly looked down at Frank. Frank was already looking up at you, the stickers on his face contrasting wildly with the serious expression in his eyes.
"He has a wild imagination," you said quickly, trying to shake off the sudden panic in your chest. "I'm... I mean, I'm definitely not pregnant, Frank. We've been careful. Mostly."
Frank slowly sat up. He didn't laugh. As a doctor, Frank wasn't exactly a believer in superstition, but he did believe in the unexplainable intuition that toddlers sometimes possessed.
"Mostly," Frank repeated. He reached out, his warm hand replacing where Tobias's hands had just been, resting flat against your stomach. His gaze softened, a burning hope flaring in his eyes. "You're late."
"I'm always a little irregular, Frank, you know that," you defended, though your heart was suddenly beating fast.
"Three weeks late, baby," Frank corrected gently. He had very good memory for things like this. A tender smile began to spread across his face. "And kids have a weird radar for these things. It's a documented phenomenon."
"Are you trying to scare me or diagnose me?"
"I'm suggesting a clinical trial," Frank murmured, leaning in close, his breath warm against your lips. He reached up, peeling the stickers off his face. "I'm going to the pharmacy."
"Frank, what, no!" you protested.
He stood up, leaned down, pressing a firm kiss to your lips, and then shifted to press a remarkably tender kiss right against your stomach.
"I'm buying the digital ones," Frank said as he grabbed his keys off the counter. "Let's see if our son has superpowers."
The front door clicked shut behind Frank, leaving the living room quiet.
You sat frozen on the couch for a long moment, your hand instinctively resting where Frankās had just been. Your mind was racing. Three weeks? Had it really been three weeks?
"Vroom, vroom!" Tobias announced, driving the plastic truck up the side of the couch cushions until it bumped right into your hip.
You looked down at your son. He looked so small to be a big brother. You scooped him up, lifting him onto your lap. He let out a little grunt of surprise but quickly leaned back against your chest, perfectly content.
"Why are giving your father ideas, mh?," you murmured, wrapping your arms around his middle. "What did you mean earlier? When you said there was a baby?"
Tobias didn't look up from his truck. "You got a baby!" he repeated happily, pointing a finger directly at your shirt.
"No," you said quickly. You caught his hand in yours. "No baby. Just Mommy's tummy."
Tobias pouted, his lower lip protruding in stubbornness. He yanked his hand free and slapped both palms flat against your stomach again, looking up at you with determination.
"No, mama, I big b'other," he declared.
"Stop it," you gasped, half panicking as you gently pulled his hands away. "Don't say that, sweetie. You're going to give mommy a heart attack before Ddaddy even gets back."
"Big brother!" Tobias insisted, nodding his head vigorously. "Toby, big brother. Play with baby."
You stared at him. The confidence in his face was terrifyingly convincing. You leaned your forehead against his small shoulder, taking a deep breath that smelled faintly of baby shampoo.
"You and your father are going to be the death of me." you whispered into his hair,
Tobias just chuckled, entirely unbothered.
"Mama!" Tobias patted your face and left a wet kiss beside your left eye.
"Yeah, I love you too, sweet boy."
-
The bathroom door was locked, but that didn't stop Frank from leaning his forehead against the door.
Your son was asleep in his crib, entirely oblivious to the absolute emotional hurricane he had kicked off with a single sentence.
Inside the bathroom, the plastic stick was sitting flat on the counter, counting down the longest minutes of your life.
"Frank, Iām nervous," you called out, your voice full of rising panic. "Iām genuinely nervous right now. What if itās positive? We just got Tobias into a routine! He finally sleeps through the night, mostly, and diapers! God, Frank, the diapers. We just started talking about potty training. Are we ready to do the newborn phase again? The sleepless nights? The hospital bag? What if I forgot how to hold a baby? What if Tobias hates being a big brother and resents us forever?"
"Baby," Frank's calm voice drifted through the door. "Take a breath."
"And what if it's negative?" you continued, completely ignoring him. "What if it's negative and I broke his heart? He was so excited today about being a big brother. I'm going to be sad about a baby I didn't even know I wanted hours ago. Maybe hormones are everywhere, Frank. I am a medical anomaly of stressā"
The door swung open. Frank didn't wait for an invitation.
He stepped into the bathroom, immediately closing the distance between you. He reached out, wrapping his hands around your upper arms, gently anchoring you in place.
"Hey. Look at me," he commanded softly.
You looked up, your breathing shallow, eyes wide with anxiety.
"Stop," Frank murmured, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your skin. He brought one hand up to cup your cheek, his touch was warm. "You are spiraling, baby."
You stopped thinking that and automatically took a breath, inhaling until your lungs felt full, then letting it out in a long sigh.
"Better?" he asked, his eyes searching yours.
"A little," you whispered, resting your forehead against his chest. "I'm just really scared."
"I know," he said gently, resting his chin on top of your head, his arms wrapping fully around you. "But whatever the test says, weāre fine. If itās negative, we keep doing what weāre doing, loving the crazy toddler we already have. And if itās positive... we handle the chaos. We can handle a newborn."
You let out a laugh against his chest. "You're a doctor. I'm just the one who has to carry it."
"And I'll be right there, catering to your every whim," he promised, kissing the crown of your head.
A beep cut through the quiet of the bathroom.
Your entire body tensed.
The three minutes were up.
You couldn't move.
Frank felt the shift in you, his own grip tightening slightly before he slowly let go. He looked from you to the counter, where the test lay face down.
"Do you want to look, or should I?" Frank asked.
"You," you breathed, stepping back. "You look."
Frank nodded.
He walked over to the counter.
He hand reached down to pick up the test.
He turned it over.
The silence stretched for a beat. Then two.
Frankās face completely changed.
A slow smile broke across his face.
He looked up at you, his eyes shining.
"Well," Frank held up the test, turning the small digital screen toward you. "Looks like our boy was right," he said softly.
PREGNANT.
A tear finally spilled over your eyelashes. You covered your mouth with your hand, laughing as Frank closed the distance between you, pulling you flush against his chest and lifting you right off your feet.
Frank's arms remained locked tightly around your waist, his forehead resting against yours as you both looked at the digital screen confirming your lives were about to change all over any moment.
"Two kids," you whispered, the reality finally settling in. "We're really doing this again."
"We're really doing this again," Frank echoed.
He leaned in, capturing your lips in a lingering kiss. It wasn't chaotic; it was a slow and grounding kiss. Your hands found their way to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer until you completely forgot about the messy living room, your toddler sleeping down the hall, and the rest of the world outside.
When he finally pulled back, he was breathless.
Frank sank to his knees right there on the bathroom floor.
You looked down, your breath catching in your throat as he gathered the hem of your shirt in his hands, gently sliding it up just enough to expose your bare stomach.
He looked at your belly with tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
Frank leaned forward, pressing his forehead against your skin first. Then, he pressed a soft kiss right over the center of your stomach.
He looked up at you from the floor. He placed his palms flat against your sides, a soft smile gracing his lips.
"I love you," Frank whispered, "and I already love him."
"Or her." you squented your eyes, defying his words.
cw: mentions of scratches, damian has a cat, tiny fluffy blurb for cold and introverted women š we are under represented and i see you and i love you
black cats personality types are usually aloof, serene and mysterious. they're slower to trust, independent, self-sufficient and introverted. they might come off as mean or heartless, but they're really just on energy saving mode! once comfortable, they might let you in on their private, vulnerable side. they really prioritize their own company, so if they start liking you, you might just be very special. make sure you're careful, or they might get scared off!
damian and his black cat gf, who is much more grumpy, sassy and emotionally constipated than him.
damian and his black cat gf, who frustrates and annoyes him with her nonchalance and indifference when he first meets her.
damian and his black cat gf, who unnerves damian with her silent and aloof demeanor.
damian and his black cat gf, who gets partnered with him for a group project in a class they shared.
damian and his black cat gf, whose odd behavior piques his interest. he finds himself appreciating her comfortable silence and lack of expectations. he starts enjoying her company within a few weeks into the project, exchanging sarcastic quips and dry jokes.
damian and his black cat gf, who is skittish and deeply suspicious of everything. if damian takes 1 step forwards, she gets scared and takes 5 steps backwards.
damian and his black cat gf, who made him somehow more open and gentle. not because she's so inspiring and welcoming, no, because damian has to, if he wants to get her. both of them can't be emotionally stunted and reserved if he wants this to go anywhere. so he learns to be vulnerable, to be patient, to soften. for her.
damian and his black cat gf, who eventually opens up to him and falls in love just as hard, when damian wins her over with his careful, patient advances and multiple tries.
damian and his black cat gf, who is still bad at verbal and physical affection, but instinctively seeks him out when she's sleepy, finding purchase on his lap or tucking into his side.
damian and his black cat gf, who easily gets bribed with food by him.
damian and his black cat gf, who somehow always senses when he's upset or feeling low, wordlessly handing him tea and letting him rant, or sitting in comfortable silence with him if that's what he prefers, fingers forking through his soft strands.
damian and his black cat gf, who bites and scratches him in self defense whenever he tickles or pokes at her. he never tries to stop it, only flashing a fond smile and mischievous eyes.
"dude, having a cat must be brutal if you're getting beat up like that," his friend remarks from his chair, sitting across damian, who's sitting on his bed. damian has some mutual friends from uni over, and they're littered across his room. they're bearable, and you seem to like them, so he doesn't mind having them over. you're sitting by the window, his black cat in your lap, purring as you scratch behind her ear.
"what do you mean?" damian frowns, looking up from the sudoku book. you had left a page unsolved in frustration after you made a mistake, so he took up to solving the rest of it.
"your arm, bro," his friend motions to his forearms, where the sleeves of his hoodie are rolled up, angry red marks littering his skin. his eyes dart up to yours instinctively, and he almost laughs. you look like a deer caught in headlights, horrified and slightly guilty.
he hides a smile, rolling his sleeves down. "nah, not her fault. i was the one who provoked her and tickled her first." which, true. you were innocently lounging on his bed, scrolling aimlessly on your phone as you waited for the others to arrive, when damian felt an itch. he just couldn't help himself, you looked too cute on his bed! he had pinned you down and tickled you until your eyes were teary and you were giggling, gasping for air. and yeah, somehow, in the process, your nails might have dug in his skin a few times. it was only self defense! besides, he had never seemed to mind your retaliatory bites and scratches. he'd always laugh them off.
"still... don't you think cats can be a bit ungrateful and entitled sometimes?" his other friend prompts, eyes squinted at his cat, who is oblivious and unbothered about the wrong and misdirected accusations, enjoying your pets.
"why ungrateful? i am the one who decided keep her. besides, i dont expect much in return, as long as i have her company. that's enough for me," he shrugs, unfazed.
"but dogs are just better, you know? they're obedient, affectionate and playful. cats are judgemental, bossy and violent," his friend huffs, arms folding. damian only smiles, a secretive glint of mirth in his eyes, his gaze on you, tracking the blush that spreads from your ears to your nose, head bowed, no doubt trying to hide behind your hair. "i just think her cuteness makes up for all of it," he smirks, sounding way too pleased.
"you're one odd man, damian al ghul. one odd man," his friend sighs, clearly giving up.
thank god none of them are facing you, or they'd catch your burning face, nose buried in his cat's furr, heart pounding and stomach fluttering. tease.
lemme know if i should write orangecat!gf version š³š³š³š³ (i did it)
as always, reblogs, comments and likes are much appreciated <3
the first time you kissed shoko ieiri, you were staying over at her dorm after a party. you were both a drunk, giggling mess, wiping make up off each otherās faces in her obscenely small bathroom. youāre not sure how or why it happened, it just did. because it felt right.
it always felt right with shoko. every kiss, every breath against your heated skin, every sweet word in your ear.
none of those things ever left the confines of your dorms, though. you didnāt have an explanation for this, why neither of you would reach for each otherās hand in public, why at every party, youād have to make it look like a pure coincidence both of you had to use the restroom, or suddenly be sleepy at the same time to leave.
it didnāt matter as long as it felt good when you were with her, even if it meant you couldnāt kiss her in the sunshine, but only cloaked in the moonlight.
the day before you graduated college, she took you to the beach. it was cloudy and windy, the ocean freezing between your toes. you wrote your initials in the wet sand on the shore, like some lovesick teenager, and watched as a wave wiped away half of the wonky finger-drawn heart, along with your name.
you never saw her again after graduation. no texts, no phone calls, shoko never posted on her social media accountsā and she soon became a ghost, buried along that part of yourself only she had ever been allowed to see.
it took some time, but life eventually forced you to move on. and thatās when he cameā stable, kind, the promise of stability, the white picket fence life you were expected to want. everything that came after that happened so fast you were suddenly walking down the aisle in a white gown.
with a bouquet of wildflowers clutched between your hands, you spotted violets, and halted in your steps. violetsā her favorite flower.
all those years of missing her suddenly dawned on you, and you didnāt think twice about turning on your heel and leave. the horrified gasps of guests didnāt reach your ears, the yelling, the shame they attempted to chain you down with.
youād had enough of that.
so you stopped the first taxi on the street, bunched your gown in the backseat and told him to drive off. you knew exactly where you wanted to go.
the sun was high in the sky, shining down on the crystalline waves, the sand warm underneath your feet, heels held in one hand, a corner of your voluminous skirt in the other. there werenāt many people, but you did not care for their stares, not when your eyes when locked on the figure sitting by the shore.
you didnāt say anything when you sat down beside shoko, and neither did she. her hair was longer, her eyes more tired, but your heart still leapt in your chest when she turned to look at you. the first real reaction itād had in years.
she smiled at you, soft and understanding, but never surprisedā like sheād been waiting, and she knew you wouldāve come back some day. when your fingers traveled across the golden grains to meet hers, she didnāt pull back, resting her hand on top of yours instead.
and promised to never hide again.
āāa/n. you might be thinking "what the fuck is wrong with you!?" and the answer is that i don't know either. please don't throw tomatoes at me
į° the girl on camera is coming soon!!! this is what iāve been working on for my 2k event! i honestly have no idea how many chapters this will be, probably about 5-10 chapters iām not too sure. i will be making a tag list (finally) for this series as well as a tag list for my normal fics, so fill them out if youād like! this will be a UNIVERSITY AU, (we all cheered) with NSFW (duh) i hope everyone is just as excited as i am for this, iāve been working very hard on these chapters š„¹ į°
cw: university au :: porn with plot :: nerdgumi :: heās a perv :: camgirl!reader :: lots of secrets :: he watches your videos without you knowing :: yearning :: 18+ characters :: angst fluff and smut :: megumi tutors reader :: lowkey pathetic megumi :: he just wants you so bad :: misunderstandings :: slow burn :: happy ending :: some sad themes :: typical uni life :: some drinking :: friends to lovers :: descriptive smut :: coming soon!!!
when the fic has 10k+ words, fluff, angst, smut right at the end, friends to lovers, character whoās down bad for reader, AND Y/N DOESNT ACT LIKE A CHILD
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