Roadhog x (Female) Reader
She stood in front of the full-length mirror, the bump - now more noticeable than ever - pushing the fabric of her tank top to her limits. Her hands moving over it. She felt a soft smile creep up her face she, her mind wonder what the future may hold for the two of them
Almost two months without him, two months of dealing with this herself and confirmed 5 months pregnant. If she had only done the test earlier maybe heād be by her side now. Instead, she kept looking at the mirror, her eyes wandering to the little bump, wondering how heāll react. Their creation, growing inside of her.
Her hands start to shake as she hears the familiar rumble, indicating that her family had returned home. That he was almost back to wrap her arm around her. She quickly grabbed a sweater to combat the obvious bump, no matter how unbelievable it may be. She just needed those extra minutes, seconds even.
āYou ready to see you pretty Shelia again?ā Junkrat had yelled, once their little farm came into view. Only to get a mild grunt in return, but he knew he was, for the moment he saw the house their bike was pushed to its limits, speeding off. For some reason, Roadhog felt like today was something special, something bigger.
His suspicions only confirmed when he saw his pretty girl leaning against the pole wearing a sweaterā¦and in his mind he hoped it was only that.
Junkrat took little note of her unusual attire, ready to hit the hay, so to speak. As junkrat headed into the house behind them, (Y/N) grabbed Makoās hand, beckoning him to walk with her.
The sun was slowly setting, tainting their walk in an orange hue, making the outback seem even more endless. As the house slowly went out of few the young woman came to a halt. Eyes facing forward as she whispered, āIām pregnantā. As quickly as those words left her mouth, she was turned around, facing, well the stomach of, her lover.
āWhat did you say?ā his voice coming out even more rough than usual. His voice was indecipherable. Ā
āIām pregnant. 5 months pregnantā she state, her voice - though still shaking - held more confidence.
They both stood there in silence, their faces cast from orange to a light blue hue. His hand made its way to his mask, pulling it off, allowing her to see the pure look of happiness. Nothing needed to be said because she knew that it will all be okay, as long as sheās wrapped in his arms.
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