fem!reader x drew mcintyre
Reader and Drew haven’t seen each other since they got together in Drew’s hotel room. What happened between them was basically a one night stand, even though Drew has kept in touch with reader. A few weeks later, there is a WWE event that Drew invites reader to, where reader tells Drew some news that reader found out a few days prior ….
paring: fem!reader x drew mcintyre
warnings: a lot of fluff, a little bit of angst, mentions of sex, a little nsfw
— and here is part two of the drew mcintyre series. enjoy, it’s going to be a long one so get your snacks ready —
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Seven weeks have passed since the night in Drew’s hotel room. You haven’t been able to see him because he’s been travelling with WWE. He’s been able to keep in touch with you since he left New York. He FaceTimes you as much as he can and texts you when he’s not busy.
You wake up one morning and you feel sick to your stomach. You’re nauseous. You run to the bathroom you share with your best friend in your apartment. You kneel in front of the toilet and you wait to see if you throw up.
Eventually you do. Since you haven’t eaten since last night, it’s all bile. You pull your hair back so you don’t get throw up in your hair.
There’s a knock on the bathroom door. Y/BF/N calls through the door, “Hey, are you okay? I saw you run into the bathroom.”
You sit beside the toilet, holding your stomach. You flush the toilet and say, “Yeah, I’m okay. Just feeling a little sick, that’s all.”
“Do you need anything?” Y/BF/N asks.
You think for a second before you ask, “Do we have anything sweet? I’m really craving something sweet.”
Your best friend says, “Yeah, I can make pancakes and you can put some extra syrup on them.”
You say, “Thank you. I’ll be out in a second.”
Y/BF/N walks away from the bathroom door and you lean your head back. You never throw up so if you do then something is terribly wrong. Maybe it was something you ate last night. You had some seafood so maybe it’s just food poisoning or something because the food wasn’t cooked properly.
After finding the strength to stand up, you walk out of the bathroom to the kitchen, where your best friend is making pancakes on the stove. You sit at the kitchen island.
“You sure everything is okay?” your best friend asks. “You’ve been acting weird recently. I mean, you forced me to order seafood last night for dinner because you wanted it so bad.”
You nod and say, “Yeah, I’m probably about to start my period.”
Your best friend puts pancakes on a plate and serves them to you with the syrup. You thank your best friend and drown your pancakes in the syrup.
After turning back to the stove to make her pancakes, your best friend asks, “When was your last period? It seems like forever ago, and you haven’t touched your tampons in a while.”
You shrug and take a bite out of your pancakes. As you think about the question, you try to remember when your last period was.
It was the week after Drew left. That was six weeks ago.
The realization hits you that you haven’t had a period in six weeks and you cough up the bite of pancakes you just swallowed. Your best friend looks back at you in concern.
The missed period this month, the cravings over the past few days, the nausea and throwing up this morning. This isn’t happening. It can’t be.
“Six weeks,” you say, looking at your best friend. “My last period was six weeks ago. It was the week after Drew left. Y/BF/N, the cravings I’ve been having, the nausea this morning. I threw up for the first time in years this morning.”
As you talk, your best friend’s eyes widen and she asks, “You don’t think you’re pregnant, do you?”
You put your head in your hands and you say, “We used protection. I don’t get it if I am.”
She says, “I can take you to the office today and we can get a quick blood workup done for confirmation, but you should tell Drew.”
Your best friend works as an assistant for a doctor at the local practice. Her and the doctor she works for are close friends and he does favors for her all the time.
You nod and say, “I’ll go get ready. I’ll tell him after we get the results because I don’t want to tell him in case I’m actually not pregnant.”
You best friend nods and you finish up breakfast. You go back to your room to get changed. You wear a big t-shirt and sweatpants. The t-shirt is Drew’s merch. You made a point to get some merch, especially after you and Drew made it official a month ago.
The two of you have barely known each other for two months and you might be having his baby.
Drew may not even be ready to be a father. He’s been focused on defending and keeping his championship. You having his baby may throw his career off track.
A part of you wants to hide this from him for as long as you can but you know you can’t do that. You could possibly be having his child. You couldn’t hide this from him. He deserves to know.
At ten, you and your best friend leave in her car to go to her workplace. She called her boss and he said to come right down.
At the doctor’s, you fill out form after form as you wait to be called. A nurse calls your name and takes you back to an examination room. She checks your vitals. Your blood pressure is a little high from nerves and anxiety.
While you wait for the doctor, your phone begin to go off. Drew’s trying to FaceTime you.
You begin to panic before you answer, trying to make it look like you’re not in a doctor’s office. “Hey, Drew,” you say, smiling.
“Hi, my love,” Drew asks, “How are you?”
You say, “Everything’s fine. How is everything with you?”
Drew says, “I have something to tell you. I think you’ll like it.”
“Ooh,” you say. “What is it?”
He smiles at you through the phone and says, “I have an event down in Philadelphia in a few days. It’s like a promo day and there are meet and greets for the fans. I’ll be in tons of interviews all day but I wanted to see if you can come down and we can spend some time together since we haven’t seen each other in a few weeks.”
You get excited and say, “I’ll be there. I’ll definitely be there. I can’t wait to see you.”
Drew laughs as you get excited. “I’m excited to see you,” he says. “Maybe we can relive what happened the last time we say each other, and maybe more.” He winks at you.
Your best friend covers her mouth so she doesn’t laugh and you say, “Maybe we could. I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” Heat rushes to your cheeks.
The door opens and the doctor walks in. You quickly say to Drew, “I have to go. Y/BF/N and I are seeing a movie and it’s about to start.”
Drew says, “Alright. I’ll talk to you later.”
You smile and say, “You will. Bye.”
Drew says his goodbye and you hang up, sighing with relief. The doctor, whose name is Nicholas Rivera, asks, “I’m guessing that was the baby daddy.”
Your best friend laughs and says, “It was. She doesn’t want to tell him until the results come back.”
Doctor Rivera asks, “Alright, what symptoms have you been experiencing? When was your last period?”
You think back to how you’ve been feeling over the past few days and you say, “Intense cravings, nausea. I threw up this morning. My last period was six weeks ago.”
“And the last time you had intercourse?” Doctor Rivera asks, leaning you back on the examination table.
You sigh and say, “About eight weeks ago.”
Doctor Rivera presses down gently on your lower abdomen and asks, “And your last period was six weeks ago? Has there been any spotting or anything?”
You shake your head and continues talking. “Well, it sounds like you are expecting but I want to get your blood drawn and I want to get an ultrasound done once your results are in. This shouldn’t take any more than fifteen minutes between getting the blood drawn and getting the results.”
You and your best friend nod. Doctor Rivera takes some blood from your left arm. He then leaves the room.
As you wait, you get more and more anxious. You know what the results probably are but you’re not ready to hear the words “you’re pregnant’. Those words will change not only your life but Drew’s life too.
And Drew. He’s at the peek of his wrestling career. This could ruin his career.
Your best friend says, “You okay? You look scared out your mind.”
“I am,” you sigh. “I kind of am. I’m scared of Drew’s reaction when I tell him.”
Y/BF/N says, “I’ll kick some sense into him if I have to. I can promise you that, Y/N.”
You both laugh and the door opens against. Your heart beats out of your chest as you see Doctor Rivera holding a tan folder. You sigh softly.
“Congratulations, Miss L/N,” Doctor Rivera says. “You’re expecting your first child.”
Your jaw almost hits the floor. You don’t understand how you’re pregnant. You and Drew used protection when you had sex all those weeks ago. You did everything right.
Your best friend says, “Give her a second.”
Drew’s baby. You’re carrying Drew’s baby. Two months ago he didn’t know you exist and now you’re expecting his child. Drew’s child. Yours and Drew’s child.
“I can do an ultrasound to see exactly how far along you are but I’m guessing you’re no more than five weeks or so,” Doctor Rivera says, grabbing an ultrasound machine from another room. You lay back on the examination table.
Doctor Rivera says, “I’m just going to pull your shirt up a bit to do the ultrasound.” You nod and he lifts your shirt so your stomach is exposed. “You must be a fan of Drew McIntyre.”
Your head snaps toward Doctor Rivera and you say, “Yeah, you can say something like that.”
Y/BF/N laughs softly as Doctor Rivera starts the ultrasound, putting a cold gel on your stomach and waving the wand above the area of your uterus.
Doctor Rivera looks at the screen and smiles. He looks at you and asks, “Do you want to see your baby?”
You nod and look up as Doctor Rivera turns the screen to face you. Doctor Rivera points to a little dot on the screen and says, “That’s your baby. He or she looks to be around six weeks.”
As Doctor Rivera holds the wand over your uterus, you begin to hear a faint “bump bump”. It sounds like a quick heartbeat. He says, “And that is your baby’s heartbeat. It sounds very good for being six weeks.”
You smile. There are tears in your eyes. Stupid hormones.
Your best friend asks, “Can we get a picture of the baby?”
Doctor Rivera nods and says, “Of course. Let me print it and I’ll go get you your prenatal medicines.”
He prints a picture of the ultrasound and hands it to you. He wipes off the gel and pulls your shirt back down. He leaves the room and you look at Y/BF/N.
“He’ll be happy about this, right?” you ask your best friend. “He has to be.”
Y/BF/N says, “He better be. He better get used to you being around too. You’re the mother of his child. He can’t spent fifty weeks out of the fifty two weeks of the year away from you.”
Doctor Rivera walks back in, handing you bottles of prenatal pills and vitamins. “Take these everyday to help keep the baby healthy and I suggest getting an ultrasound in a few weeks to make sure everything is okay,” Doctor Rivera says. “Good luck with motherhood. It’s a beautiful thing.”
You give him a small smile then you and your best friend leave.
The next few days go by in a blur. A blur full of anxiety and worry. You’ve been trying to ignore Drew’s texts and calls. You’re terrified of how Drew will react when you see him.
You spend all day Thursday driving down to Philadelphia from Brooklyn. Drew won’t get there until Friday but he told you what hotel he was staying at. He’s staying at the Aloft Philadelphia, which is located downtown. You booked a hotel room there too. You told Drew that you’d tell him what your room number is.
You get down to Philly around eight that night after leaving at noon. You’ve had to make several stops for food and bathroom breaks.
You check in and get room number 818.
You walk into the room. It’s a big room. A king size bed sits in the middle of the large room. There’s a walk-in closet and a bathroom with a stand up shower, a tub and two sinks. There’s even a little living room area in the room.
After unpacking your things, you FaceTime Drew.
“Hey,” he says when he picks up the phone. “I’m about twelve hours out from the city. We’re somewhere in Indiana and we’re driving all night.”
You smile and say, “I can’t wait to see you. I’m in room 818. I also told Y/BF/N to stay home so I’m here, all by myself. Waiting for you.”
Drew laughs softly and says, “If you get bored, let me know. I have something that you can do.”
You laugh and say, “It better not include me taking off my clothes, Mr. McIntyre. I’ve done that too often for you.”
He smiles and says, “It’s not, don’t worry. Alright, I’m about to get into a no service area so I’ll see you in the morning.”
You both say your goodbyes and you hang up. You sit on the bed with a sigh.
Tomorrow is the day that you tell Drew about the pregnancy. Tomorrow is the day that Drew’s life changes forever.
You fall asleep with that on your mind.
You wake up the following morning to a knock on your door. You look at the time. It’s just about nine in the morning. You groan at how early it is before you stalk to the door in your crop top tank top and sweatpants. Your hair is in a messy bun. You open the door, ready to lay on whoever knocked on your door.
When you see it’s Drew, you smile wide and you jump up, wrapping your arms and legs around him. You hug him tight, putting your face in his neck. You take in his scent as he walks into the room with you around him.
“Nice to see you too, darling,” Drew says, laughing. “I’m exhausted though and I’d like to take a little nap before I have to be at the Convention Center in five hours for meet and greets with fans.”
You smile and say, “Nap with me then.”
Drew drops you on the bed and you finally let him go. You look up at him and he smiles down at you. “I’m not opposed to a nap,” he says. “Especially a nap with my princess.”
You giggle and hold your arms out. Drew kicks off his shoes and he crawls onto you. He lays on you and you laugh. “Drew, baby,” you say. “I can’t breathe. You’re heavy.”
He laughs and says, “Oops.”
Drew rolls off of you and you smile. You move so you’re laying on top of him. You feel Drew laugh and he says, “Why do you get to lay on top of me but I can’t lay on top of you?”
“Because you’re twice the size of me, Drew,” you say, giggling.
He laughs and says, “That’s true.”
You look up at him, resting your chin on his chest. You smile at him and you say, “I have something to tell you and you have to promise that you won’t like freak out or anything because that’s my worst nightmare come true.”
Drew nods and you sigh. You sit up and straddle his waist and you look at Drew. “About two weeks ago, I started feeling sick and I’ve been having these weird cravings for seafood and sweet things,” you explain. “Y/BF/N and I then realized that my last period was the week after you left, and that was seven weeks ago.” He sits up and leans against the pillows.
“What are you trying to say, Y/N?” he asks.
You rub the back of your neck and you say, “I’m pregnant, Drew. It’s yours.” You grab the picture of the ultrasound and show it to Drew. “This was taken last week at the doctor’s office. I’m about seven weeks now.”
Drew looks at the picture then looks at you. “This can’t be my child,” he says. “We used condoms.”
You look at Drew, anxiety rising every second he looks at the picture. “I know we did,” you say. “We did everything right but things like this happen. Condoms aren’t one hundred percent effective. I’m just as scared as you are.”
He looks up at you and say, “You’re scared? The job I work requires me to be on the road almost all year. I currently hold the WWE championship, which requires me to defend it all the time. Y/N, I can’t have a baby right now.”
Your heart drops into your stomach hearing him say that. You look down and mutter, “I knew you were going to say that.”
You get off Drew and sit with your back to him. You put your head in your hands and sit with your legs crossed.
Drew says, “I’m going to go take a nap for a bit in my room. We’ll talk when I get done with the meet and greets. You’re welcome to come by.” He drops a pass in your lap and gets off the bed, grabbing his shoes and leaving the room.
You make your way to the Philadelphia Convention Center, showing your pass to security so you can get in without paying or anything. You look around for Drew. You spot a lot of the NXT wrestlers, like Johnny Gargano and Adam Cole. You wander around trying to see if the Raw wrestlers are together, and they are.
Your eyes scan the large room for Drew. You find him and you walk over to his area. He’s taking a picture with a fan and his belt when he spots you.
You’ve gotten changed out of the tank and sweats. You’re wearing a hoodie and leggings with Ugg boots. Your hair is in a messy ponytail. You’re not wearing any makeup. Drew waves you over to him. He sits at a table for autographs. He pats the seat next to him and he begins to sign things.
“How often do these events happen?” you ask as Drew hands a fan their autographed picture.
Drew says, “Every so often. Maybe like four or five times a year. I love events like this. I could see me bringing my family to one eventually.”
You look at Drew and ask, “Your family meaning your parents?”
He nods and signs another autograph for another fan. “My parents, yeah,” he says. He hands the autograph to the fan then looks at you. “I meant was I could see me bring you and the baby to one of these events in a few years.”
You blink at Drew and he signs more autographs. “What are you saying?”
Drew says, “I won’t be the best father for our baby because of my choice of career but I’ll try to be around as much as I can.”
You smile at Drew and you ask, “So you’re in?”
“One hundred percent,” he says, as he signs the last autograph for the last person. He looks at you as the large room empties. The meet and greet is over and now it’s time for interviews.
You hug Drew tightly. He hugs you back and he says in your ear, “I’m sorry if I scared you earlier with what I said.”
“Shut up,” you say. “Let me enjoy this moment for a bit longer.”
Drew laughs and he says, “Alright, alright.”
You pull back from the hug and look at Drew. He leans in and kisses you softly. You smile into the gentle kiss before you pull back. “Go,” you say. “You have interviews you have to do.”
He smiles and says, “I’m getting changed before I do the interviews so come with me. You can sit in my dressing room and watch the interviews. Mine will probably be one of the first. They’re all live so expect me to stutter a lot. I’m not the best at interviews.”
You laugh softly. Drew stands up and takes your hand. You stand up with him and he leads you back to his dressing room.
You look around the small room and it’s pretty much what you expected. A small TV, a run-down couch, a vanity lit up by lights. It’s your average dressing room.
Drew strips out of his t-shirt and jeans. You watch him, your eyes scanning his body. They land on his butt. You smile.
He replaces his t-shirt and jeans with a nice black button-up shirt that’s tucked into a nice pair of grey pants, He wears a jacket that matches his pants. He wears his sneakers with his suit. He ties his hair back into a ponytail.
You say, “Look at you all snazzy in the suit.”
Drew looks back at you and says, “I’m glad you approve.”
You walk over to Drew and look up at him. You run your hands up and down his chest and say, “It’ll look better on the floor of my hotel room once you’re done with the interviews.”
He smirks at you and says, “I’ll see you after.”
You lean up and kiss Drew softly. “Good luck,” you say. “You’ll do amazing.”
Drew smiles down at you and you smile up at him. He grabs his title before he leaves the small room. You set up on the couch in front of the TV, trying to find the channel that Drew is on.
Eventually, you find it. They’re interviewing Intercontinental Champion Jeff Hardy. You sit back, looking through your phone.
“Please welcome my guest, WWE Champion Drew McIntyre,” you hear on TV. Your head snaps up as you see Drew appear on camera. He has that smile on his face.
Charly says, “So, Drew, you’ve been able to defend your title against the likes of Randy Orton and Seth Rollins. How does it feel to have defended successfully against two of the most talented wrestlers on the WWE roster?”
He laughs softly and says, “Randy and Seth were easy wins. I know they threw everything they had at me but even their best wasn’t enough to win against me.”
The interviewer asks, “Do you have someone in mind that you’d like to defend against next?”
Drew looks at Charly and says, “I’m open to defending against anyone, and I’m including anyone on the NXT roster who thinks they’re worthy enough to step into the ring with me.”
Charly smiles and says, “I’d also like to discuss the rumors that you’re seeing someone off-screen. You were spotted today at the meet and greet with a woman whom you’d invite to join you at your table. Are the rumors true?”
He gets a little flustered as he says, “I can confirm that I am seeing someone off-screen. Y/N is a very beautiful and lovely woman, and I am very happy that she made her way into my life.”
Drew has the biggest smile on his face as he talks about you. You smile at his words and Charly says, “You seem to really like her.”
“I might even love her,” he says, smiling brightly.
Drew chuckles softly and says, “Maybe one day she’ll come and join me for one of these interviews but for right now, she’s my little secret.” He looks at the camera and winks, knowing you’re watching.
You giggle and rest a hand on your stomach. You’re both his little secret.
“Thank you for your time,” Charly says.
Drew gives a curt nod and walks off. You turn the TV off and sit on the couch, waiting for Drew to come back.
The door opens and you look back at him. Drew closes the door and you get up, walking over to him. “You’re little secret, hm?” you ask, smiling.
He smiles and puts down his title. He looks down at you and says, “Until you’re ready to be on camera, yes, you’re my little secret. You’re both my little secret.”
You feel Drew’s hand on your stomach and you rest yours on top of his, saying, “I want you to know that I might even love you too, Drew.”
Drew smiles at you and says, “I’m glad you do.”
You smile widely, leaning up, kissing Drew softly. He kisses you back, hands sliding to your waist. He grips it lightly as the kiss intensifies. You push him back against the door, his body making a light thud as he hits it. Your hands rest on his chest.
He pulls back from the kiss and says, “Let’s go back to the hotel, my love. We can do a lot more there than we can here.”
You nod in agreement, gathering your things, and leaving the dressing room together.
The next eight months fly by, full of planning for the baby.
Drew asked you to move in with him about four months ago. He wanted to make sure that you and his son would be taken care of.
Yes, his son. Yours and Drew’s son.
So, you moved in with Drew. He’s already started decorating a room for the nursery and you’ve been helping him.
Drew has made it to every doctor’s appointment since you told him about the baby.
He also had to announce that you were expecting his child and that once the baby was born, he’d be taking a few weeks off to care for you and the baby. The fans seemed very supportive.
Today is a few days away from your due date. Drew is home for the next few days, just in case.
You wake up in bed beside Drew. He’s still asleep. You smile at the sight as you get out of bed as slowly as you can, careful not to wake your sleeping boyfriend.
You waddle to the bathroom, holding your extra large stomach that has grown as your son has grown. You’re ready for the baby to come out of you already.
“Come on out, baby boy,” you mutter. “We’re ready for you to come.”
You pee. It’s all you’ve been doing recently. You’re over it. So over it.
After you’re done peeing, you go out to the kitchen to get something to eat. You reach up for a bowl to get cereal and it feels like you peed yourself. You look down and see that you’re dripping through your pants. Then you feel a sharp pain stab your uterus. You cry out.
Drew comes running out of the room and looks at you. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
You look up at Drew and say, “I think the baby’s coming. I think my water broke.”
He looks down at the wet floor and he says, “Alright, let me go get everything and we can go to the hospital.”
You nod and hold your stomach until the pain passes. You begin to keep track of time.
Drew gets you down to his car. Eight minutes later, another contraction begins. You cry out in pain and try to breathe. It lasts a few seconds.
Once you get to the hospital, you’re set up in a private room. Your doctor checks on you. You’re about four centimeters dilated. There are hours to go before you and Drew can hold your son.
You lay in the hospital bed and Drew sits beside you in the chair.
“It’s happening,” you say, smiling.
He takes your hand and holds it. He’s smiling. “We get to see our son today,” he says.
You intertwine your fingers with Drew’s and he kisses your hand.
After twelve hours of painful labor, your son is finally born. Yours and Drew’s son.
“What is his name?” the doctor asks.
You say, “Ewan Lucas.” You stop after his middle name and look at Drew before you finish talking. “Ewan Lucas Galloway.”
Drew smiles as you’re handed Ewan. The baby is happy, wrapped up in a baby blue blanket and matching hat. You offer Ewan your finger and he takes it, wrapping his little fingers around your pointer finger.
You smile at Ewan and say, “We’re so happy to meet you, little Ewan. We’ve been waiting for you.”
Drew leans up and kisses your sweaty forehead. You look at Drew and he smiles. “Marry me,” Drew says.
Your eyes widen a bit, not expecting him to say that. You watch as Drew pulls a tiny black box out of his pocket, opening it. Inside the box is an engagement ring that sparkles in the light of the hospital room. Drew looks at you with hopeful eyes.
Tears prick your eyes as you nod. “Yes, I’ll marry you,” you say, smiling. Drew smiles wide and taking your left hand, sliding the ring onto your left ring finger.
Who knew that this would be your life ten months ago when you met Drew McIntyre? Who knew that you would be engaged to him? Who knew that you would have a family with him, as unexpected as it is.
You’ve never been happier. And now you get to be happy with Drew and Ewan by your side.
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