Babydaddy! Leon S. Kennedy x fem!Reader // Part 4
SUMMARY: Being a single mother was hard, being a single mother with Leon S. Kennedy as your baby daddy was even harder OR you mistake his protectiveness as rejection.
content: fluff, angst, implied/referenced intimacy, emotional distress, miscommunication // INFINITE DARKNESS!LEON PROPAGANDA. WC: 5,2k
MASTERLIST SERIES MASTERLIST AO3
You stood outside your parents’ front door far longer than you meant to.
For a moment, you considered turning around, disappearing, hiding yourself away for the next seven months until the baby was born. Or… you could have knocked, faced it, and been done with it.
But it would have been easier to run and hide, wouldn’t it?
Fingers lingered over the handle, hesitating. A fierce, unsteady rhythm thudded in your chest, as if your heart might give out under the strain. You had rehearsed what to say a hundred times, or more, but now, standing there, every word slipped through your grasp. Never had you felt so unprepared to face them.
Still, you knocked on the door.
The door opened almost immediately. Your mother stood there, surprise flickering across her face before it softened into a warm, familiar smile. “Oh! Hey, baby. You didn’t say you were coming.”
Inside, your father sat at the table, turning a page of the newspaper with quiet ease. He glanced up only briefly. “Hey sweetheart. Is everything okay? His eyes lingered on you a moment longer. “You’re looking a little pale.”
The question nearly drew a laugh from you.
No, daddy. I feel like I’m about to puke my guts out. You told yourself.
“Um… I needed to talk to you,” you said, your voice tighter than you intended.
Your mother’s expression shifted, a faint crease forming between her brows. “What’s wrong, baby? Did something happen?”
You swallowed hard, throat dry. “Could we sit down? It’s serious.”
That was enough to pull your father’s attention fully away from the paper. His brows drew together, concern settling in his face. The room seemed to shrink around you, the walls pressing in as though they might swallow you whole.
You sank into the chair across from them, hands twisting together in your lap, fingers worrying the hem of your skirt without thought.
“I know this is not what you wanted from me, believe me. I-I understand if you’re disappointed. There’s no easy way to say this, so…” You were rambling, your words faltering from the anxiety, but you forced them out anyway. “I’m… pregnant.”
Your mother blinked, as though the words hadn’t quite reached her. “You’re… what?”
“I’m pregnant,” you repeated, softer this time, unsettled by the emptiness in their expressions.
Your father reached up and slid his glasses off, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he tried to process what he’d just heard. “Is this some kind of joke?”
You shook your head. “It’s not a joke,” you said, though your voice trembled despite every effort to steady it.
A sharp edge crept into his tone. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
Your chest tightened painfully. “I know it’s not convenient, but-”
“Not convenient?” your mother cut in, her voice snapping in disbelief. She stepped forward, getting closer to you. “You’re barely twenty two! You’ve just thrown your entire future away!”
“It might look that way, but-”
“You’re not even married!” she went on, her voice rising with each word. “What were you thinking? Is he going to take responsibility? Oh, good Lord!”
Each sentence landed hard, one after another, leaving no space to breathe or to even reply. You felt like a child again, getting punished for misbehaving.
“It’s not what I had in mind either, but I’m going to handle it,” you said, the words coming out smaller now, fragile at the edges. “Don’t worry, and yes, the father will be in the baby’s life.”
“Handle it?” your father scoffed, lowering his hand from his face, his glasses still held loosely between his fingers. “You can’t even handle your own life right now. Should I remind you that we’re still paying your rent, and your groceries? What about college? All that money we’ve spent on your education, was it for nothing?” His voice hardened, disappointment settling in. “I’m very disappointed in you, young lady.”
That cut deeply into your heart.
Nothing ever hurt quite as much as disappointing your father. Your mother, well, you had expected the shouting, and the fussing. But him… you had counted on something different, a hard truth softened with reassurance. You had imagined he would tell you it wouldn’t be easy, but that he’d still be there, that somehow, the two of you would figure it out.
“You’re too immature for this,” your mother said, pulling you from your thoughts. “You don’t understand what you’re getting into.”
“You’re right, but I’m trying,” you insisted, even as your hands trembled in your lap. “I’m trying to figure it out.”
“No,” your father said flatly. “You’re just ruining your life before it’s even started.”
Your throat tightened, your vision blurring as you blinked hard, refusing to let the tears fall. You weren’t about to let them have the satisfaction of seeing you cry.
“I didn’t come here to be attacked. I just thought you might want to know,” you said, your voice unsteady, threatening to break at any moment despite your effort to keep it firm.
For a brief second, something flickered across your mother’s face. She saw it then, how scared you were, but it vanished as quickly as it came.
“We care about you,” she said, her tone cooling once more. “That’s why we’re telling you the truth.”
It didn’t feel like the truth.
You pushed yourself to your feet, the chair scraping softly against the floor, the sound far too loud in the tense silence.
“I should go,” you murmured.
Life went on, but it carried a permanent ache in your heart.
Each day followed the same monotone routine: waking up, going to work, coming home, and sleeping. The routine was steady, and was numbing, if you were being honest.
The only real human interactions you had were with your coworkers, it was enough to fill the silence for a while. Your friends had been there in the beginning, excited and supportive; but as the weeks passed, their lives kept moving forward without you. New careers took off, their futures stretched ahead in open paths that didn’t include prenatal vitamins, or pushing through waves of morning sickness just to make it through the day. They checked in when they could, but their lives kept moving forward, pulling them in different directions. You couldn’t blame them for that, but it didn’t make the silence any easier to bear. If anything, it only deepened the isolation you were feeling inside, a quiet reminder that you were supposed to be experiencing all of that alongside them, not apart from them.
With your parents, things were much more complicated.
You had tried to reach out again, hoping maybe they would come around after having some time to think about it, but every attempt had been met with the same cold resistance. Eventually, their rejection became too much for you to bear, so you stopped trying.
The world seemed to move on without you. Everyone else kept going while you stayed right there, collecting dust.
Was it supposed to feel this lonely?
Your only real anchors to life had been the doctor’s visits, the moments you got to see your little peanut, and the scarce calls and messages from Leon, whose assignment had been extended, much to both his and your regret.
A lot had changed since he’d left, he had kept his promise and tried to communicate with you as much as he could; sometimes it was just a brief text saying “I’m alive.” Other times, the calls came through a kind woman named Ingrid, who always sounded a little apologetic about the extension. Still, she remained patient and reassuring, answering your questions about Leon’s whereabouts as best as she could, offering what little comfort she was able.
It felt like communicating through a messenger pigeon, Sometimes his words reached you through her; other times, yours were passed back the same way. But it didn’t matter how or when the messages arrived, his concern was always palpable.
You could almost picture him with a soft smile, the faint lines at the corners of his eyes that formed whenever he was smiling.
The idea of Leon smiling to himself while texting you filled your chest with a warmth you couldn’t explain. You hadn’t wanted to admit it, but little by little, he had found his way back into your heart. Every time his name appeared on your screen, the loneliness weighing on your chest eased, if only for a moment. Somehow, when he was hundreds of miles away, Leon still knew how to make you feel close to him, and in those brief moments, the distance between you seemed to disappear entirely.
Still, it felt like falling for someone in the cruelest way possible when he was worlds away, far beyond your reach.
Was it just the hormones, magnifying every emotion until they felt impossible to ignore? Or had his attention become one of the few steady things in your life, the one thing that still made you feel grounded?
A sudden buzz from the nightstand pulled you from the endless spiral of your thoughts.
You blinked against the dim light of your room, momentarily disoriented, your mind still heavy with everything that had been sitting on your chest for weeks. For a second, you thought about letting the call ring out. Then your eyes landed on the screen.
You grabbed the phone quickly, fingers clumsy as you answered.
“Hello? Leon?” you asked, your breathing uneven from more than just surprise.
“Hey, sweetheart. It’s been a while.” The sound of his voice melted through you instantly, the fuzzy feeling was back, and it made your chest ache in a good way.
“You called yesterday,” you replied, trying for sarcasm, though the smile pulling at your lips ruined the effect completely.
A soft chuckle came through the speaker.
“Like I said,” he murmured, his voice rough with exhaustion and something gentler underneath, “it’s been a while.”
You shook your head against the pillow, unable to stop the quiet laugh that escaped you.
“How are you?” you asked softly. “Is everything okay? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, actually.” There was a brief pause, and somehow you knew he was smiling. “Are you home?”
“Yeah,” you answered, glancing around your dark room. “I was lying down, I’ve been really tired lately.”
His voice softened even more when he spoke again.
“Would it make you feel better to know I’m on my way to your place?”
“What? Are you for real?” You sat up so fast you nearly tangled yourself in the blankets.
“Just landed about two hours ago.”
And there it was again, that unbearable warmth spreading through your chest, so sudden and intense it almost brought tears to your eyes.
“I’m warning you,” you said, trying to sound casual even as excitement bubbled through your voice, “I look a little different now.”
“Oh?” he murmured, amused already.
You glanced down at yourself before letting out a small laugh. “Yeah. I’m… uh, significantly rounder than the last time you saw me.
A quiet breath sounded through the phone, soft and warm, and you could practically picture the smile spreading across his face.
“Can’t wait to see you,” he said.
The knock on the door came sooner than you had expected.
You barely had time to make yourself presentable. Your hands moved quickly, nervously smoothing your hair and adjusting your clothes before you caught your reflection one last time in the mirror.
Your heart pounded as you made your way to the door, every anxious thought in your head tangling together so tightly you could barely breathe around them.
And then you opened it. All the noise in your mind, all the worry and the loneliness you had been carrying for 2 months since you had last seen him vanished the second your eyes met his.
Leon stood there quietly, his gaze fixed on you. His eyes moved over you slowly, carefully, as though he was trying to take in every detail he had missed over the past months all at once, trying to make up for all the time he had spent away from you. And when his eyes lingered on the gentle curve of your stomach, something in his expression softened so visibly it almost shocked you since he wasn't big on showing emotions so openly.
You immediately noticed how tired he looked. There were faint purple shadows beneath his striking blue eyes, and a foreign tension lingered in his shoulders. You also noticed he wasn’t wearing his usual leather jacket, something about that making him seem strangely more approachable. Then that familiar smile slowly found its way onto his face, small and just a little sarcastic, but filled with unmistakable fondness.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he murmured, like the words belonged only to you.
Your throat tightened unexpectedly. “Hi, long time no see,” you managed softly.
The smile on his face deepened just a little at the sound of your voice, and for one fragile moment, standing there beneath the dim light of your apartment doorway, everything felt like it was finally going to be alright.
“Please, come in.” You gently grabbed his arm, pulling him inside your apartment before he could even properly step through the doorway.
“Sit wherever you want. Do you want something to drink?” You barely gave him a chance to answer before your words started tumbling out again. “I have water, soda… uh…” You glanced toward the kitchen before looking back at him with an apologetic smile. “I know you like to drink, but as you can see…” Your hand moved instinctively to your belly, patting it softly. “No alcohol allowed in this house.”
You looked back at him expectantly, only to find him staring at you with slightly raised brows and an expression you couldn’t quite read.
“Huh?” You blinked, caught off guard by his request.
Instead of answering, Leon stepped toward you, gently wrapping his arms around you.
His familiar scent wrapped around you instantly, warm and grounding after weeks of only hearing his voice through a phone speaker. The rest of the world seemed to fade into the background the moment his arms closed around you and your senses dulled until all you could focus on was him and the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips, the faint trace of cologne clinging to his clothes and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek.
“Oh,” you whispered against his chest, your voice small with surprise. “This is nice.”
The words had barely left your lips before you even realized tears had filled your eyes.
Weeks of carrying everything on your own while he was away, pretending you were stronger than you really felt, less lonely than you truly were, it became too much for you to bear. It all came crashing over you at once, too heavy to keep buried any longer.
You clung to him before you could stop yourself, your fingers tightening desperately against the fabric of his shirt as you buried your face deeper into his chest. The tears you had spent weeks swallowing finally slipped free.
Leon didn’t pull away, if anything, he held you closer. His arms tightened around you immediately, firm and protective. One hand slid up to cradle the back of your head gently, his fingers threading carefully through your hair while the other remained steady against your back, drawing slow, absentminded circles that soothed something deep inside you.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured softly.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered weakly against his chest.
“For what?” Leon immediately pulled back just enough to look down at you, his brows pulling together slightly.
“You must be exhausted and the first thing I do when I see you is cry.” You shook your head quickly, wiping at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater, though it barely helped.
“Hey,” he murmured gently, one hand moving to cup the side of your face. His thumb brushed beneath your eye, catching another tear before it could fall.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” he said quietly.
“I guess. Took you long enough.” You tried to smile.
Leon let out a faint breath through his nose, almost a tired laugh, before resting his forehead lightly against yours.
You could feel his warm breath against your skin, and even from this close you could see the exhaustion lingering on his half lidded eyes. His hand remained steady against your cheek, thumb brushing absentmindedly beneath your eye as if he couldn’t stop touching you now that he finally could.
And before you could overthink it, your hand curled gently into the fabric of his shirt, pulling his mouth closer to yours.
Leon melted into the kiss almost immediately, one hand sliding more firmly against your back as he kissed you back with a kind of restrained tenderness that made your throat tighten all over again. There was exhaustion in him, longing too, buried beneath the slow way his lips moved against yours. And when he finally pulled back, only enough to rest his forehead against yours again, his eyes stayed closed for a second longer than necessary.
“Missed you,” you confessed softly.
Something in Leon’s expression shifted at the words, the tension in his face easing as he moved his hands to your waist instinctively, gently pulling you closer against his chest. The movement stopped awkwardly when your swollen belly pressed between the two of you.
Leon’s eyes flickered downward
“Right,” he murmured, sounding almost amused with himself as he looked at your stomach, like he had momentarily forgotten about it.
“Did she give you any trouble?,” he asked softly, one hand sliding instinctively over the curve of your bump, and your heart melted a little at the gesture.
“She?” you repeated, lifting a brow.
Leon froze for half a second.
“…Or he,” he corrected quickly.
You stared at him for a moment before a laugh slipped out of you.
“Oh my God,” you teased softly. “You want a girl.”
Leon looked away for a second, shrugging his shoulders trying to play it cool.
“I always pictured the baby looking like you, so…” He trailed off, a reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Maybe a little.”
“Well,” you murmured softly, unable to stop your own smile, “I hope she gets your eyes.”
Leon looked at you for a second longer than necessary, something warm flickering across his tired face before he let out a quiet breath through his nose.
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart reacted to it, and gently grabbed his hand.
“Come sit down before you pass out standing up.”
“Thanks, babe. I think you’re hot too.”
“You still look handsome,” you corrected quickly, laughing when he gave you an offended look.
The second you settled beside him, Leon pulled you into his lap like it was instinct, one arm wrapped securely around your waist while the other rested over your belly.
You didn’t care much, you indulged yourself with his presence.
And then you both talked about the past 2 months, mostly you while he listened attentively.
About your doctor appointments, about your new job and how it helped you not feel so alone; you thanked him quietly for helping you get it, and even though Leon only shrugged it off, you noticed the way his arm tightened around you for a second afterward. You also told him about the fight with your parents, Leon stayed quiet through most of it, his chin resting against the top of your head while he listened carefully. Every now and then, he hummed softly or rubbed slow circles against your side just so you knew he was paying attention.
By the time the apartment fell quiet again, exhaustion had settled heavily over both of you.
You tilted your head back slightly to look at him, at the way his eyes heavy despite how stubbornly awake he seemed determined to remain.
“You should sleep now,” you murmured softly. “You look really tired.”
“Yeah, I should,” he admitted simply.
You waited for him to loosen his hold around your waist, expecting him to finally let you get up from his lap, but he didn’t.
“Leon…?” you prompted softly.
He only hummed in response, his hand absentmindedly brushing over the curve of your belly.
“Do you want to sleep with me tonight?” you asked quietly.
The corner of Leon’s mouth lifted immediately.
“I thought you were never going to ask.”
You groaned softly, hiding your face against his shoulder for a second. “You’re annoying.”
That earned you a tired laugh from him.
Together, you walked toward your bedroom, the quiet atmosphere between you feeling strangely intimate. The bed was still unmade from earlier, blankets loosely tangled and pillows carelessly scattered from where you had been lying down before Leon arrived.
“This is kind of embarrassing.” You glanced at the unmade bed.
“You’re pregnant with my baby, and you think sleeping together is embarrassing?” He asked sarcastically.
“It’s been a while since we slept in the same bed,” you replied.
“Yeah,” Leon replied easily, the corner of his mouth tugging upward. “Last time, you were wearing a lot less clothes.”
Your eyes widened immediately.
His tired laugh rumbled softly through his chest as you smacked his arm, mortified.
“I think the lack of sleep is affecting your inhibitions,” you muttered, still embarrassed by how easily he managed to fluster you.
Before you could say anything else, he pulled you closer against him, carefully maneuvering you until your head rested comfortably beneath his chin and your belly settled snugly against his side. His arms wrapped around you instinctively as you felt him press a soft kiss against the top of your head.
Within minutes, his breathing began to slow, evening out steadily against your ear. The tension you had noticed in him since he arrived slowly melted away as sleep finally caught up to him, his hold around you never loosening for even a second.
In the weeks that followed, things between you and Leon began to settle into something unexpectedly unwavering.
Being with him felt easy, easier than it should have considering the history tangled between the two of you. The distance that once stood between you had softened, dissolving the differences into something that wrapped around you without asking for permission.
And before you realized it, you had started leaning into it. You let the quiet comfort of his presence take root in your heart, and Leon made it dangerously easy to fall into his arms. He was attentive in all the ways that mattered, affectionate without overwhelming you, respectful of your space and your wishes while still carrying that instinctive protectiveness that made you feel safe beside him.
When Leon had told you all those months ago that he was willing to try, he had meant it. And Leon being a man of his word, he went beyond that and gave you more than that.
Which was exactly why that night mattered more than you wanted to admit.
You had spent more time getting ready than you originally meant, carefully choosing a pretty dress that accentuated your baby bump just enough to show it without feeling overwhelmingly tight. The soft fabric hugged you in all the right places, and the way it framed your chest (fuller now since the start of your pregnancy) made you pause for a moment in front of the mirror.
To keep him interested, you teased yourself quietly, a small, breathy laugh slipping past your lips.
But the truth was simpler than that: You wanted him to look at you, and more than that, you wanted to feel beautiful when he did.
The date itself unfolded with an ease you hadn’t expected. It was calm, like stepping into a version of your lives where everything had always been normal, conversation flowed effortlessly between you, laughter weaving through your words as though it had always belonged there. There was no strain, no careful choosing of what to say, just a quiet rhythm that felt natural.
And somewhere in the middle of it, without even realizing when it happened, you let the truth settle in your chest. For the first time, you were willing to admit out loud that Leon made you feel genuinely happy, he was the man that you wanted.
“Oh, hey! Leon, is that you?”
A man’s voice sliced through your conversation abruptly, shattering the quiet little world the two of you had fallen into.
You both turned, confusion flickering across your face but Leon’s change of demeanor was immediate. His shoulders stiffened, his expression shifting as the relaxed ease he had been carrying melted into his usual poker face.
“Haven’t seen you in ages. What’s up?”
“Nothing much.” Leon replied, you noticed he was trying to avoid saying anything personal (or anything at all, per usual) but the man didn’t seem to notice, and if he did, he simply didn’t care.
“And just who is this beauty?” he asked, turning his attention to you, his surprised eyes lingered on your swollen belly.
You shifted slightly in your seat, instinctively placing a hand over your bump.
“My girlfriend,” Leon said simply.
You gave the man a small, polite smile, though the attention made you feel a little exposed.
“Oh shit, congrats, man!” the stranger laughed. “Never thought you’d be the type to settle down. I always thought you were going to stay single until you retired.”
“You’re not the only one,” Leon answered, a faint, almost self-aware smile tugging at his lips, though there was still a trace of discomfort in his posture.
“You tamed the workaholic?” he added, looking back at you with an amused grin. “You must be something special.”
“Yeah.” You let out a soft, uncertain laugh, unsure of how to respond.
“You must be very happy, Leon. I’m happy for you,” the man said, flashing him a wide smile.
“Thanks.” Leon nodded once.
Something about it felt weird, it wasn’t particularly wrong, but it felt less enthusiastic than you expected.
And you knew he didn’t want you involved in his work (whatever it was) and that Leon had always been an intensely private person. You understood that. But still, it made you feel small and insignificant, like there were entire parts of his life you would never truly be allowed to touch.
You tried to blame it on the pregnancy hormones, on how emotional and sensitive everything had felt lately, but that didn’t stop the quiet sting settling deep in your chest.
“Well, it was good seeing you,” the man continued, stepping back. “Hopefully we don’t run into each other at work. Trouble follows you, man.”
He glanced at you again, grin returning. “Take good care of her, alright?”
Then he was gone, leaving in his place a heavy silence.
“Sorry about that,” Leon said, rubbing the back of his neck, his tone softer now.
“It’s okay,” you replied, offering him a small smile.
Leon watched you for a moment longer, immediately sensing something was wrong.
“What are you thinking, sweetheart?” he asked.
“Nothing,” you said at first, shaking your head lightly. Your fingers fidgeted in your lap, betraying you before your voice could.
“Actually, I have a question for you.”
“Ask away,” he said, giving you an encouraging smile.
You glanced up at him, then away again, gathering just enough courage to say it.
“Are you happy? About us, I mean” you asked quietly. The words lingered between you, heavier than you meant them to be.
Leon looked taken aback for a second. It was a simple question, but it was unexpectedly difficult to answer. If he was being honest, he hadn’t really thought about it.
He loved you, and the life growing inside you, that much was certain. Being with you felt like coming home after a particularly hard mission, with your soft caresses and comforting persona melting away all the horrors from the world he was so used to. It was something he hadn’t realized he needed until he met you.
And more than anything, he wanted you to be happy and for his child to be happy, as well.
He wasn’t sure he deserved happiness. The guilt had never really left him, never letting him forget the ones he couldn’t save, nor the ones who never made it back. It clung to him like a shadow, turning something as simple as trying to be happy into feeling almost selfish for trying to move on. And yet, the answer was sitting right in front of him.
You sat there watching him with hopeful eyes, waiting for something, a word or a sign, anything that would tell you he felt it too. The truth was painfully simple: he was happy when he was with you, happier than he had been in a long time.
But words had never come easily to Leon, much less expressing his emotions out loud in public. He felt how the words tangled in his chest until they became too heavy to speak aloud.
Maybe it was the way he stared at the table too long, like he was searching for an answer that should’ve been easy enough to give. Or maybe it was the long silence growing sharper with every second that passed.
Whatever it was, it broke your heart a little.
“Alright,” you said softly, cutting in before he could answer.
Leon finally looked up at you, and the sight nearly shattered him.
You were trying so hard not to fall apart in front of him, but he could still see the hurt in your eyes, the heartbreak you were desperately trying to swallow down. You looked devastated, like something inside you had cracked irreversibly.
“You don’t need to say anything. It’s fine.” Your gaze dropped immediately, fingers twisting tightly in your lap as if you could hold yourself together through sheer force alone. Your breathing had gone uneven and you blinked quickly, fighting the tears threatening to spill over.
“I am happy,” Leon said at last, the words finally clawing their way out of his chest.
But you didn’t hear him, you couldn’t bear to.
Suddenly, your dress felt too tight against your skin. The restaurant around you became unbearably loud with overlapping voices and silverware scraping against plates, and the food twisting violently in your stomach told you exactly what was coming next.
You felt sick, almost humiliated.
“Can you please take me home?” you asked quietly, unable to look at him.
Leon’s chest tightened painfully at the sound of defeat in your voice
“Fine,” you cut in shakily, already pushing your chair back before he could finish. “I’ll call a taxi.” The words came out harsher than you intended, but your voice cracked halfway through them anyway.
You stood too quickly, your vision swimming for a second as you grabbed your purse with trembling hands.
Leon was on his feet instantly. “Please-”
But you were already walking away, wrapping your arms around yourself like you were trying to keep your heart from completely falling apart in the middle of the restaurant.
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a/n: so so sorry for taking almost a month to post, I hope it was worth it. It’s just been a really month for me ☹️ also huge thanks to @/queenhobo por beta reading this for me at least a thousand times.
