â BELLY BUMPS
‿ JASON TODD knew that you were feeling all sorts of ways during your pregnancy. Of course, he treated you like a queen through it all... but, he was still himself and still making teasing jokes, and that unfortunately bit him in the ass.
!! fluff. wife!reader. pregnant!reader. established relationship. this is so cute. no real warnings. reader is obviously very hormonal. THIS IS SUCH A GOOD REQUEST. ENJOY. COMMENTS ENCOURAGED.
The kitchen really did feel smaller, even though you knew it wasnât. Nothing had changed about the layout or the counters or the way the light slanted in through the window at this hour, but your body had, and it was taking longer than you wanted to admit to adjust to that fact.
You stood at the counter with a knife in your hand, cutting vegetables slower than usual because standing too long made your lower back ache, and bending too much made your hips complain. You shifted your weight, reached for the bowl beside you...
...and bumped into Jason.
Not hard. Just enough that your stomach pressed briefly into his side before you caught yourself and stepped back with a small, frustrated huff.
âSorry,â you muttered out of habit, even though he was the one standing too close.
Jason didnât react much at first. He stayed focused on the pot, wooden spoon moving steadily as he stirred, hoodie sleeves pushed up, posture relaxed in a way you envied lately. He made a low sound in his throat, not annoyed, not even surprised.
You repositioned yourself and went back to chopping. A few minutes passed, before you reached for the spice cabinet this time.
Thump.
This one landed more squarely, your belly bumping into his arm before you realized how close youâd gotten again. Your back protested when you tried to twist away, the discomfort sharp enough to make your jaw tighten.
Jason let out a quiet laugh. Soft and out of an unthinking habit.
You froze for half a second, then looked at him. âWhat.â
He glanced down at you, then at your stomach, then back to what he was doing like he was trying not to make a thing out of it. âNothing. Just⊠weâre navigating new dimensions here.â
You frowned. âThat wasnât funny, Jay.â
âI didnât say it was,â he replied, but there was a smile tugging at his mouth that he didnât bother hiding.
You sighed and turned back to the counter. You didnât have the energy to bicker about it. Youâd been bumping into everything all day, the doorframe in the bedroom.. the corner of the couch, the coffee table. It felt like your brain hadnât caught up to your body yet, like you were constantly misjudging where you ended.
You tried to be more careful, but it never seemed to help.
Another bump followed a minute later, then another, each one small on its own but cumulatively irritating. Each time, Jason shifted slightly, moving out of your way, but you could feel his amusement growing. You could hear it in his breathing andsee it in the way his shoulders shook just a little.
By the fifth or sixth time, he couldnât hold it in anymore.
âOkay,â he muttered, glancing at the clock. âAt this point, I gotta ask.. You trying to headbutt me on purpose, or is this a cry for help?â
You stared at him blankly, your brows furrowed and your hand bracing on your back.
Your chest tightened unexpectedly, like something fragile had been nudged too hard. âCan you not.â
He blinked, clearly not expecting that tone. âHey. I was kidding.â
âI know,â you replied quickly, too quickly. âI just-.. can you move a little?â
Jason stepped back immediately, hands lifting in surrender. âYeah. Yeah, of course.â
You nodded and went back to what you were doing, but your hands had started to shake just slightly. You set the knife down and leaned your hips against the counter, trying to take some pressure off your back.
The room felt too warm all of a sudden.
You told yourself it was fine. That you were fine. That this was just one of those moments people talked about but didnât really warn you about properly. The soreness. The awkwardness. The way your body stopped feeling like something you fully recognized.
Then it happened again.
You turned to grab a towel and misjudged the distance, bumping into Jasonâs stomach this time, which only highlighted the difference between you. The solid wall of him versus the soft, aching curve of you.
Jason laughed before he could stop himself.
âOkay,â he started, still smiling and not an ounce of malice in his tone. âI love you, but at this point I think the bellyâs got a personal vendetta against me.â
Something broke.
Your eyes burned instantly, the tears coming fast and sharp, catching you so off guard that you barely had time to inhale before your throat tightened and the first sob slipped out. You pressed a hand to your stomach, suddenly overwhelmed by how heavy it felt, how uncomfortable, how much it all was.
âIâm sorry,â you choked, voice wobbling. âIâm just really sore, and I keep getting in the way, and I feel huge, and I don't even recognize myself. My feet hurt all of the time, my head hurts, I can't sleep on my stomach anymore, I can barely get comfortable on the fucking couch. And now I can't even cook dinner properly, and-..â
Jason froze.
Fully froze.
His smile vanished like it had never been there. His hands hovered uselessly at his sides, his whole body stiff with panic.
âNo,â he interjected quickly. âNo, no, no. Hey. I didnât mean it like that.â
You shook your head, crying harder now, the emotions spilling out in a way you couldnât stop. âI know you didnât. I just feel so uncomfortable all the time, and I canât move right, and everything hurts, and now I'm being mean to you.â
Jason crossed the space between you in two steps.
He didnât joke. Didnât tease. Didnât hesitate.
He cupped your face gently, thumbs brushing under your eyes with a care that made your chest ache even more. His voice dropped, rough around the edges in that way it got when he was scared of hurting you.
âHey. Look at me.â
You did.
His expression was open and earnest and a little frantic, like he hated himself for making you feel this way even accidentally. âI thought it was silly,â he admitted. âI thought we were being silly. I wasnât laughing at you. Iâd never laugh at you.â
You sniffed, shoulders trembling. âI know.â
âYouâre not in the way,â he continued, firmer now. âYouâre not doing anything wrong. Youâre growing a whole human. Of course itâs hard. Of course it hurts.â
He pulled you into him carefully, one arm around your shoulders, the other settling warm and protective against your lower back. You melted into him immediately, forehead pressing into his chest.
âI shouldâve shut up,â he murmured into your hair. âThatâs on me.â
You clutched his hoodie, breathing uneven. âYouâre allowed to joke. I just⊠canât always take it, at least not with this damn kid still in me.â
âI get that,â he replied. âIâll do better now.â
He stayed there with you, rocking slightly, letting you cry it out without rushing you or trying to fix it too fast. When you finally calmed, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
âNext time,â he added quietly, âIâll be the one doing the moving. Mama gets right of way.â
Despite everything, you let out a small, watery laugh.
Jason smiled softly, relief washing over his face. âThere she is,â he uttered quietly.
â MLIST. á°.á edawgz 2025.
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