Can you write a fic about Olise and reader expecting a baby ( and also about when the baby is born)
Thanks!!!
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BABY DAD;
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michael olise x f!reader.
dating.
note: thanks for ur req! thank u sm <3
mdni. smut.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you're expecting a baby with michael.
michael doesn’t say anything when the pregnancy test turns positive.
you sit on the edge of the bathtub staring at it and he was on the floor, both of you frozen.
he blinks then looks back at the test.
“that’s a baby.”
“yes.”
suddenly he stands up, paces once across the bathroom, sits back down and drags both hands through his dreadlocks.
“wow.”
you start laughing partly because you’re nervous but also because he genuinely looks like someone just informed him he’s going to the moon.
“wow?” you repeat.
“i’m processing.”
he looks at you again, then at the test and slowly a smile appears. small at first then bigger and bigger until he’s grinning.
“we’re having a baby.”
your eyes immediately fill with tears.
“yeah,” you laugh through them.
his favorite thing becomes talking to the baby, which surprises you because michael isn’t exactly known for being talkative.
yet every night he ends up lying beside you with one hand on your stomach, telling the baby about football and random things that happened during training.
one evening you wake up at 2am and find him doing it again.
“what are you doing?”
“conversation.”
“with who?”
his hand pats your stomach.
“it’s two in the morning.”
“they might be awake.”
then one night your water breaks and michael forgets every single thought he’s ever had.
“okay.”
he’s pacing.
“okay.”
“michael.”
“okay.”
“stop saying okay.”
“i’m trying.”
he nearly forgets the hospital bag and his phone, puts his shoes on the wrong feet and the entire drive to the hospital looks like a man experiencing every emotion available to humanity simultaneously.
hours later, the hard part is over and michael is standing beside you holding your baby for the first time.
“michael?”
his eyes never leave the baby, tiny fingers wrapped around one of his, tiny face, tiny everything.
his expression softens completely like every wall he’s ever built around himself suddenly disappeared.
“she's so small,” he whispers while carefully sits beside your hospital bed without taking his eyes off the baby once. “look.”
you laugh softly. “i know. i’ve seen her.”
“no but look,” he sounds amazed.
you watch him, he looks completely in love already. suddenly he glances toward you and his eyes are suspiciously shiny.
“thank you.”
“for what?”
he looks down at the baby again then back at you. “for her.”
you immediately start crying.
“sorry.”
“don’t apologize,” he smiles then leans over carefully, kissing your forehead while still holding your baby against his chest.
