IkeVamp HCs: Their Pregnant S/O Fighting pt.2
How do they react to their s/o fighting with someone while pregnant?
Suitors: Comte, Leo, Vincent, Charles
Someone asked for more of this, so...
Purebloods can't have a heart attack...he thought.
And yet, when confronted by a noble who had a bone to pick with him, his heart very much ceased the moment his wife, 4 months pregnant with their child, steps up in his defense, her chin lifted and her shoulders squared.
"If you have an issue with my husband, take it up in private, at least he can embarrass you behind closed doors."
The noble looks down his nose at her, sneering at her haughty tone as he raises his hand, likely to rudely swat her away so he can deal with the other man, making the pureblood's blood cool before heating.
He takes her gently by the shoulders and moves her away from the belligerent man, to his side with a sharp look to the foe in front of him,.
"I'd appreciate if you keep your watch your hands around my wife. I don't wish to have to make you regret it."
He won't start something physical. He wants to and he very nearly does but he won't. Not here, not in public, and most certainly not with his wife right here where she can get hurt.
He steers her away, opting for diplomacy over violence, even as his heart feels like it's going to pound out of his chest.
His scolding is full of love, a little strict and woven with concern.
"If something like that happens again, I beg you to let me handle it. Please, cherie. Don't put yourself and our treasure in danger."
Not much raises his hackles, this signore.
He comes across as blasé and easygoing towards most things.
His pregnant wife is not 'most things'.
So when she gets roped into a heated argument with a woman in town, he steps in quickly because the other woman pays no mind to her delicate state and seems ready to come to blows.
Even more worrying is that Y/N seems equally eager to throw hands, her anger winning out over her sense.
He puts a hand on her back, having no intention of letting this escalate further.
"Cara mia, don't stress yourself with this."
He doesn't really give the woman the benefit of his attention, the attention that belongs solely to his wife as he soothes her anger enough that he can get her away from the situation.
He will carry her away if he needs to.
He ends up doing so anyway, despite her compliance.
He speaks to her gently, his smile weary with half concealed worry for his beloved as he pets her head.
"Don't be so hot-blooded cara mia. I don't think the bambino is up for a fight."
By nature, Vincent isn't violent. Everyone knows this.
Most believe he has no temper to speak of, let alone the capacity to be anything but peaceful.
When it comes to strong emotions, Y/N is the one who brings them out. Anger, jealousy, defensiveness. They were foreign to him until her.
Especially when she became pregnant. He never knew that he was capable of this kind of happiness. Or capable of the rage that hits him when a pair of rival artists pick a fight with him and she intervenes on his behalf.
He was perfectly fine not reacting to the sling of insults and harsh criticisms thrown his way, but his beloved, at 23 weeks and already in a volatile mood, was not so inclined to let it go.
She stands in front of him, lovely, angry and swollen with child, though shielding him from the crass words.
"Jealousy is an ugly look. No wonder your art is so subpar."
She throws back at them, inciting their fury as they impudently turn it on the pregnant woman.
A mistake they barely get to make as half a step towards her causes Vincent's hand to close over her shoulder and pulls her into his side. His blue eyes, usually clear as the summer sky, are tense and drawn over with clouds.
He doesn't raise his voice, of course he doesn't but he doesn't need to.
"Don't come near this woman...if you do, you'll face the consequences."
And he means it, his hand staying protectively over her as he guides her past the two, paying them no more mind. He is not interested in them.
When they're far away from that mess, he checks over her for any signs of distress, his scolding tender and concerned as he cradles her face with one hand, the other on her swelling belly where beautiful life grew within her.
"Please don't do that again scatje, it's not safe for you right now."
Charles is a man who has so little, who has had so little for most of his life, then gained everything when he wed his wife, then his wife became with child.
His heart is so full that the idea that something or someone could take that bliss away from him is enough to make him spiral.
Nothing made this clearer than when some drunk bumped into him while he was strolling with her and his belle, 4 months pregnant and already in a less than pleasant mood, gets angry on his behalf, especially as the unrepentant offender continually demands an apology from him.
Before he can respond, placate the man, she moves in front of him protectively, her cheeks red with indignant frustration.
"You're the one who bumped into my husband, you idiot. You apologize!"
She snaps at him, causing the drunkard to redden with anger and step threateningly, raising a meaty hand to push or to strike, Charles doesn't know, nor does he care.
It happens so fast. One moment the man is standing there, brace to harm his pregnant wife, next moment, he's sailing through the air and slamming into the wall so hard he loses consciousness on impact.
Y/N stares dumbfounded for only a moment at this uncharacteristic display of violence from her husband, before she is pulled away, far far away. Charles doesn't stop until she is somewhere safe and once he does, he is silent. She asks him if he is alright, touching his shoulder to find him trembling.
She is alarmed when he falls at her feet, coiling his arms around her to rest his head gently on her swelling abdomen, where the life he helped to create rested. His terror is palpable, but so is his desperate devotion and bottomless adoration.
"Please don't...don't scare me like that. Please, I can't lose you. Either of you."
His broken, barely whispered pleas pull at her heart as he looks up at her with glossy eyes, holding her as closely as physically possible, as if the world would take her and their child from him.
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