Helloooo! Sooo I just read Baby Fever and could you maybe do pt 2 where she gets pregnant? I want Joeās reaction š„¹
Summary: Wedding countdown is on and you decide to start trying for a family during your honeymoon till life throws you the biggest curveball.
Warning: MDNI 18+, pinv, unprotected sex, dirty talk, breeding kink
You woke slowly, awareness of everything returning in pieces. The warmth of Joe's body pressed against your back, his arm heavy across your waist, the pleasant ache between your thighs that reminded you of the night before, and early this morning. Heat crept up your neck at the memory. The things he'd said, the things you'd both done. The deliberate choice to forget protection, the way he'd filled you over and over again with a singular focus that had left you breathless and wanting more.
Joe stirred behind you, his lips finding the curve of your shoulder. "Morning baby" he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
"Morning" you whispered back, turning in his arms to face him, both still naked, your chests pressed against each other.
His hand slid down your side, fingers tracing patterns on your hip, "How are you feeling?".
"Good" you said, and it was true, "Really good".
His eyes locked on to you, and you felt him hardening against your thigh, "Yeah?"
"Yeah" You kissed him, slow and deep, and felt his responding groan vibrate through you.
"We should probably head back soon, say bye to everyone before we head back into the city" he said, even as his hand slipped between your legs, finding you still slick with the evidence of last night. "My family will wonder where we are".
"Probably" you agreed, gasping as his fingers circled your clit. "But maybe... not just yet?"
He smiled against your mouth, "Not just yet" he agreed, and then he was rolling you onto your back, settling between your thighs with a familiarity that made your heart squeeze. There was no discussion this time, no pause to reach for protection that wouldn't be used anyway. He pushed into you slowly, and you both groaned at the sensation, still sensitive from hours before.
"Fuck" Joe breathed, his forehead resting against yours, "You feel incredible".
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, "So do you baby".
He set a slow pace, grinding slightly against you, different from the frantic urgency of the night before. His lips found yours, kissing you deeply as he moved inside you.
"I meant what I said last night" he murmured against your mouth. "About wanting this. Wanting everything with you".
"I know" you whispered, your hands sliding up his back, "I want it too".
His pace increased slightly, his hips rolling in a way that hit that perfect spot inside you. "Gonna fill you up again" he groaned. "Gonna make sure you're so full of me".
The dirty talk sent shivers through you, just like it had last night. "Yes" you gasped, "Please".
He buried his face in your neck, panting against your skin as he thrusts harder, deeper. "Want to get you pregnant" he panted. "Want everyone to know you're mine".
You came with a scream, clenching around him, and he followed moments later with a hearty groan, pulsing inside you as he filled you once again. He stayed there, grinding slowly, making sure every drop stayed deep inside you. "Jesus" he breathed, collapsing beside you but keeping you pulled close. "That was..."
"Yeah" you agreed, your heart still racing.
You laid there for a while, tangled together, neither of you wanting to move. Finally, reluctantly, you both got up and showered which turned into another round against the tile wall, water streaming over your bodies as Joe took you from behind, his hands gripping your hips as he drove into you.
By the time you actually made it back to his parents' house, it was nearly noon.
The next 3 weeks passed in a blur of passion and possibility. You and Joe couldn't keep your hands off each other ever since. Every night ended the same way of being tangled in sheets, his body covering yours, him leaking out of you. It became almost routine.
One night, you were at home, having barely made it through the door before he was on you. Your back hit the wall of the entryway, his mouth demanding yours, his hands already working at the buttons of your jeans. "Couldn't stop thinking about you all day" he groaned, dropping to his knees and pulling your jeans and pants down in one motion. "Couldn't focus on anything else. Pretty sure I started writing a song about sex today".
"Joe" you gasped as his mouth found you, his tongue working between your folds. Your hands tangled in his hair, holding him there as pleasure built at the pit of your stomach. "Fuck..." you groaned as your orgasm approached quicker than ever. He pulled back, standing and lifting you easily. Your legs wrapped around his waist, tasting yourself on his lips as he carried you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed.
He stripped off quickly, you admiring his muscular lines of his body, the way his cock was eager for you. He crawled over you, settling between you, and paused to look into your eyes. "I love you" he said, lining himself up before pushing inside of you, both of you groaning at the sensation that somehow never got old.
"I love you too" you gasped, arching into him.
He set a hard pace, the bed hitting the wall with each thrust. His hand slid between your bodies, finding your clit and circling it with just the right pressure that had you ready to go again. "That's it baby" he panted. "Cum on my cock. Want to feel you squeeze me".
You came hard, crying out his name, and he followed immediately, burying himself as deep as possible as he filled you, but he didn't stop. He kept moving as much as he could, grinding still inside you.
"Again. Need you to cum again"
"Joe, I can't-" you started, but he cut you off with a kiss.
"Yes, you can" he murmured against your lips. "You're so perfect. So wet for me. Can feel how much you want this"
His fingers worked your clit again, and impossibly, you felt another orgasm building. This one was slower, deeper, rolling through you in waves that left you shaking. Joe groaned, feeling you clench around him, adding to the mess already inside you.
"Fuck" he breathed, finally stilling, "You're going to kill me".
You laughed breathlessly, "What a way to go"
He rolled onto his side, pulling you with him, staying inside you. "Don't want to pull out" he admitted, "Want to keep you full".
"Then don't" you whispered, and you both drifted off like that, connected in the most intimate way possible.
Another night, you made dinner together, something simple, but the tension had been building all evening. The way his hand lingered on your lower back as he reached past you for a pan. The way you'd deliberately bent over to get something from a low cabinet, knowing exactly what the view would do to him. By the time you finished eating, you were both near enough gagging for it. Joe pushed his chair back from the table and patted his lap, "Come here".
You stood, straddling him, your dress riding up around your hips. He groaned when he realised you weren't wearing anything underneath.
"You've been sitting here all through dinner with no pants on?" His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging in.
"Maybe" you said innocently, grinding down against the bulge in his jeans.
"Fuck, baby" He made quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing himself, "You're so bad".
"You love it" you teased, rising up and positioning yourself over him.
"I really do" he agreed, as you sunk down on to him. You rode him slowly at first, hands braced on his shoulders, watching his face as pleasure spread across his face. His hands slid up under your dress, sliding it all the way up and cupping your boobs, thumbs brushing over your nipples.
"So beautiful" he murmured. "So fucking perfect. You're going to be so sexy pregnant. All round and full".
The words sent heat flooding through you, and you increased your pace, bouncing on him harder, "Yeah? You want that?".
"Fuck yes" he groaned, "Want everyone to know I did this to you".
You came suddenly, the dirty talk driving you insane. He gripped your hips, holding you down as he thrusted up into you, chasing his own orgasm. When he came, he pulled you down hard, making sure he was as deep as possible.
"Stay" he panted. "Just stay like this for a minute".
You collapsed against his shoulder, both of you breathing hard, his softening cock inside you. "I'm not going anywhere" you promised.
It went on like this for a while, all passionate and deliberate. Every time felt like a promise, a step toward the future you'd talked about. Joe's kink, showed no signs of fading. If anything, it seemed to intensify. He loved the mess of it, loved seeing his cum leak out of you afterward, loved pushing it back inside with his fingers. "Can't waste any" he'd murmur, his fingers working between your legs as you laid there, "Need to make sure it takes". You couldn't say you didn't enjoy it, you loved it, maybe too much. Feeling all claimed and cherished in a crazy way. All the filthy promises played constantly through your mind.
But as another week drew to a close, something shifted. He just got home after a day at the studio, he collapsed onto the sofa next to you, his fingers tracing along your arm and you could tell he was thinking about something. "What's on your mind?" you asked, tilting your head to look up at him.
He was quiet for a moment, then sighed, "Can we talk about something?"
Your heart skipped, "Of course. What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong" he said quickly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I just... I've been thinking". You waited, giving him space to gather his thoughts. "These past few weeks have been incredible" he started. "Like, beyond incredible. And I meant everything I said about wanting to start a family with you, about wanting kids. I still want all of that".
"But?" you prompted gently.
"But the wedding is only three months away" he said, his hand stilling on your arm. "And I'm wondering if maybe we should... slow down a bit? Until after we're married?"
You felt a variety of emotions, disappointment, understanding, a touch of relief you hadn't expected. "Slow down?" you repeated.
"I know we've been caught up in the moment" he continued, his voice careful. "And I don't regret any of it. But I want our wedding day to be perfect, and I want you to feel beautiful and comfortable and not worried about... anything else".
You sat up, turning to face him properly, "You're worried I might be pregnant before the wedding"
"Maybe?" He ran a hand through his hair. "I mean, we've been pretty... open about not preventing it. And that's been amazing, but I just think maybe we should wait. Just a couple more months. Get married first, then start trying for real".
You studied his face, seeing the concern there, the love. He wasn't rejecting you or changing his mind about wanting a family. He was being practical, thinking ahead, trying to do right by you.
"You're probably right" you admitted. "I got caught up in it too, in the fantasy of it all".
"It's not just a fantasy" he said firmly, taking your hands in his. "It's our future. I promise you, the second we're back from our honeymoon, we can throw away every condom in the house and go crazy. But until then... maybe we should be more careful?"
You nodded slowly. "Okay, yeah. That makes sense".
"You're not upset?" He looked worried, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand.
"I guess a little" you said honestly. "Maybe disappointed, but you're right. The wedding should be our focus right now. And then after..." You smiled. "Then we have the rest of our lives".
He pulled you into a kiss, deep and loving, "Thank you for understanding. I love you so much".
"I love you too" you murmured against his lips. "And for what it's worth? These past few weeks have been some of the hottest of my life".
He laughed, the tension breaking. "Mine too. Jesus, I don't think I've ever been so turned on so consistently"
"We'll get back there" you promised. "After the wedding and then we can really commit to it. Think of how hot our honeymoon sex will be" you smirk.
"I'm holding you to that" he said, and kissed you again.
The next 2 weeks felt different, but in a good way. You both shifted your focus to finalising wedding bits, to the life you were building together, to the anticipation of becoming husband and wife. You spent a Saturday afternoon at the venue, finalising the seating chart with the coordinator. Joe stood behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder as you both studied the layout.
"Your aunt is going to hate being at table seven" he murmured.
"She's going to hate being anywhere that's not the head table" you countered. "But she'll survive".
He pressed a kiss to your neck, "Have I mentioned how sexy you are when you're being diplomatic?"
"Once or twice" you said, smiling "But feel free to mention it again". The coordinator cleared her throat politely, and you both laughed, refocusing on the task at hand.
Another evening, you were at the apartment, surrounded by wedding favours that needed to be assembled. Joe had ordered takeout, and you'd turned on music, making an event of the tedious task.
"If I have to tie one more ribbon" Joe groaned dramatically, holding up a small burlap bag.
"Only 83 more to go" you said cheerfully.
He threw a ribbon at you, and you laughed, catching it. "Come on, it's not that bad".
"It's terrible" he said, but he was smiling. "But I'd do anything for you, so..."
"Even tie 83 more ribbons?"
You worked in comfortable silence for a while, the music filling the space between you. It felt domestic and sweet, a glimpse of the everyday life you'd share as husband and wife.
"I can't wait to marry you" Joe said suddenly, looking up from the favour he was working on.
Your heart squeezed, "I can't wait to marry you either".
"Like, I know we've been together for 5 years, but it still feels surreal sometimes. That I get to spend the rest of my life with you".
You set down your own favour and moved around the coffee table to sit beside him. "It's real" you said softly. "And soon, I'll be your wife".
"My wife" he repeated, testing the words, "I really like the sound of that".
He kissed you then, slow and sweet "Thank you".
"For saying yes. For putting up with me. For being patient with my family and my crazy schedule and my tendency to leave wet towels on the bedroom floor"
You laughed, "Well, when you put it that way..."
"I'm serious" he said. "I know I'm not always easy. But you make me want to be better. You make me want to be the kind of man who deserves you".
"Joe" You cupped his face in your hands. "You already are that man. You've always been that man".
He kissed you again, deeper this time, and you felt the familiar heat starting to build. But when his hand started to slide under your shirt, "We said we'd be careful" you reminded him softly.
He groaned but nodded, pulling back. "Right. We did say that"
"We can still..." you trailed off, suddenly shy.
"Still what?" He smirked.
"We can still be intimate. We just have to be... careful"
"Careful. Right. I mean, it would be wrong to just throw the condoms out right? Might aswell use them"
"I like where this is going" you smile, his hand sliding up your thigh.
The days continued like this. Wedding planning mixed with stolen moments of careful passion. It was frustrating sometimes, but it also felt right.
You had your final dress fitting, and Joe wasn't allowed to see, but you sent him a photo of just the buttons trailing down your spine.
His response was immediate.
You're killing me. How am I supposed to wait?
Think of it as building anticipation
I'm anticipated enough, thanks
You laughed, and the seamstress gave you a knowing look, "Eager groom?"
"That's how you know it's right" she said, pinning the final adjustment. "When they can't wait to marry you".
4 weeks before the wedding, you met up with your girlfriends for brunch. It had been too long since you'd all gotten together, and you'd missed them desperately.
"Finally!" Jess exclaimed when you arrived at the restaurant, pulling you into a hug. "We were starting to think you'd forgotten about us".
"Never" you promised, hugging each of them in turn. "Just been drowning in wedding planning, Joe's schedule and life"
"How's it going?" Maya asked as you all settled into your seats. "Are you freaking out yet?"
"Surprisingly no" you said. "I mean, still feels like a a lot to do, but it's all coming together"
"And how's Joe?" This from Erin, who'd been your friend the longest and knew you best.
"He's good. Great, actually. He's been so helpful with everything"
"That's because he's obsessed with you" Jess said, "I've never seen a man more in love".
You felt yourself blush, "I'm pretty obsessed with him too"
The conversation flowed easily as you ordered food and mimosas. You caught up on everyone's lives, Jess's new job, Maya's terrible dating app experiences, Erin's ongoing renovation nightmare.
"Okay, but real talk" Maya said, leaning forward conspiratorially. "How's the pre wedding sex? Because you have that glow like you're getting a fuck ton of it"
"Maya!" you laughed, but you were definitely blushing now.
"What? We're all adults here. And you do have a glow. Doesn't she have a glow?" She looked around the table for confirmation.
"She definitely has a glow" Erin agreed, smiling before faultering, "Wait, are you pregnant? Is this pregnancy glow?".
"One, no I'm not pregnant. And two, yes, pre wedding sex is...amazing" you admitted. "It's definitely next level. Happy?"
"Details" Jess demanded. "We need details"
"I'm not giving you details about my sex life!"
"Come on, just a little detail. Is he as good as he looks like he'd be?"
You took a long sip of your drink, trying to hide your smile, "Better".
They all squealed, and you couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, okay, but seriously" Erin said once everyone had calmed down. "Are you guys thinking about kids soon? I know you've talked about it before"
Your heart skipped, "Actually, yeah. We've decided we're ready. We're going to start trying after the wedding"
The table erupted in excited chatter.
"You're going to be such a good mom!"
You felt tears prick your eyes at their enthusiasm, "You guys really think so?"
"Are you kidding?" Erin reached across the table to squeeze your hand. "You're going to be incredible. You're so patient and loving, and you're great with kids"
"Plus, can you imagine how cute your babies are going to be?" Maya added, "With Joe's hair and your eyes? Forget about it"
"We've talked about that" you admitted, smiling. "About what they might look like. What kind of parents we want to be"
"And I think we're really ready. Like, genuinely ready. Not just the idea of it, but the reality"
"That's huge" Erin said softly. "I'm so happy for you."
"Have you told Joe's family?" Maya asked.
"Not officially, but I think they suspect. His mom keeps making comments about more grandchildren"
"Of course she does" Jess laughed. "She's probably been waiting for this since you guys got engaged"
The conversation shifted to baby names and nursery themes, and you found yourself getting caught up in the excitement of it all. It felt real now, talking about it with your friends. Not just a private dream between you and Joe, but something you were sharing with the world.
"I can't wait to throw you a baby shower" Maya said dreamily. "I'm already planning it in my head".
"Let her get pregnant first" Erin said, but she was smiling.
"I'm just saying, when it happens, I call dibs on the shower"
As brunch wound down and you all prepared to leave, Erin pulled you aside.
"Hey" she said quietly. "I just want you to know how happy I am for you. You and Joe, the wedding, the baby plans, all of it. You deserve this".
You hugged her tightly. "Thank you. That means a lot"
"And if you need anything, wedding related or otherwise, I'm here. Okay?"
Walking back to your car, you felt lighter than you had in weeks. Your friends' excitement had been infectious, and it made everything feel more real, more possible. In just a few weeks, you'd be married. And then, hopefully not long after that, you'd be starting the family you and Joe had dreamed about.
2 weeks passed in a blur of final wedding preparations. The dress was perfect, the venue was set, the flowers were ordered. Everything was falling into place. You were at the apartment, working on some last minute place cards, when your phone buzzed with a notification.
Your period is 4 days late. Consider taking a pregnancy test.
You stared at the screen, your heart suddenly pounding. You were never late. Your cycle was regular, predictable. 4 days might not seem like much, but for you, it was significant. Your mind raced back over the past few weeks. You and Joe had been careful since that conversation, using protection every time. But before that... those 3 weeks of unprotected sex, of deliberately trying to get pregnant, of Joe filling you over and over with the explicit goal of getting you pregnant.
"Oh my god" you whispered to the empty apartment.
Your hands were shaking as you grabbed your keys and headed out the door. There was a drugstore two blocks away. You could be there and back in ten minutes. The walk felt both too long and too short. Your mind was spinning with possibilities, with implications. If you were pregnant... the wedding was in three weeks. But underneath the panic was something else, something that felt suspiciously like excitement.
The drugstore was blessedly empty. You grabbed two different brands of pregnancy tests just to be sure and paid quickly, avoiding eye contact with the cashier.
Back at the apartment, you locked yourself in the bathroom. Your hands were still shaking as you opened the first box and read the instructions, even though you already knew what to do. You took the test, set it on the counter, and forced yourself to wait. The box said three minutes, but it felt like an eternity.
You paced the small bathroom, your mind racing. If you were pregnant, what would you tell Joe? Would he be happy? Upset that it happened before the wedding despite your agreement to wait? Would his family be disappointed?
But you knew Joe. You knew he'd be thrilled. This was what he wanted, what you both wanted. The timing might not be perfect, but when was timing ever perfect?
Your phone timer went off, making you jump. You took a deep breath and looked down at the test on the counter.
Your legs felt weak, and you sat down on the edge of the bathtub, staring at the test in your hand. You picked up the second test with shaking hands and took it too, just to be absolutely sure. Another three minute wait, but the second test confirmed what the first had shown, somehow even quicker.
Positive. You were pregnant.
You sat back down on the edge of the tub, both tests in your hands, and felt tears start to slip down your cheeks. You weren't shocked, not really. You'd known this was a possibility, had actively been trying to make it happen for those three weeks but knowing it intellectually and seeing the proof in your hands were two very different things.
You were going to have a baby. You were going to be a mom.
The tears came harder now, but they weren't sad tears. They were overwhelmed tears, happy tears, scared tears, excited tears all mixed together. You thought about that night at Joe's parents' house, babysitting his nieces. The way he'd looked at you, the conversation you'd had about wanting this, about being ready. The way he'd made love to you that night and every night after, with such purpose, such intention. You thought about the past few weeks, the way you'd both tried to be responsible, to wait but apparently the damage, if you could call it that, had already been done.
You looked down at the tests again, at the two clear positive results, and felt a smile break through the tears. Despite the timing, despite the wedding, despite everything, you weren't shocked. You were happy. Now you just had to figure out how to tell Joe.
You stayed in the bathroom for what felt like hours but was probably only twenty minutes, staring at the two tests lined up on the counter. Your mind raced through a dozen different scenarios of how to tell him. Should you wait until tonight? Make it special somehow? Or should you call him right now, unable to keep this massive secret for even another hour?
Your phone buzzed on the counter.
How's the place card situation? Need me to bring reinforcements? Wine? Coffee?
You smiled through your tears. He'd gone to pick up some prints for the wedding from a shop across town, insisting you stay home and rest after you'd mentioned feeling tired this morning.
Tired. Of course you were tired. You were growing a human.
The thought made you laugh, a slightly hysterical sound in the quiet bathroom. You picked up your phone, fingers hovering over the keyboard. What could you possibly say? Actually, skip the wine, I'm pregnant
Coffee sounds perfect. See you soon, I love you
Love you more. On way home, about 30 minutes xx
You had thirty minutes to figure out how to tell the man you loved that you were having his baby just before your wedding.
You carefully wrapped both tests in tissue paper and tucked them into the pocket of your cardigan. Your hands were still shaking slightly as you left the bathroom and moved through the apartment, trying to busy yourself with the place cards but finding it impossible to focus. Every few minutes, you'd touch the pocket of your cardigan, feeling the shape of the tests through the fabric, making sure they were real.
You thought about Joe's face when he'd talked about wanting kids. The way his eyes had lit up when he'd held his youngest niece. The filthy, desperate way he'd made love to you, whispering about getting you pregnant, about filling you with his baby.
He'd be happy. You knew he'd be happy.
But the timing... the wedding was soon. You'd both agreed to wait, to be responsible and here you were, pregnant anyway. The nerves twisted in your stomach as you heard his key in the lock.
"Honey, I'm home" he called out in an exaggerated sitcom voice, and you heard the rustle of bags. "And I brought provisions. They had those chocolate croissants you like, so I may have bought six of them"
You stood up from the couch, your hand instinctively going to your pocket again. Your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears. Joe appeared in the doorway of the living room, holding a coffee carrier, bag of prints and a bakery bag, his hair windswept and his smile bright but the smile faded when he saw your face.
"Hey" he said, immediately setting everything down on the coffee table and crossing to you, "What's wrong? Have you been crying?". His hands came up to cup your face, thumbs brushing away the tear tracks you'd forgotten were there.
"I'm okay" you managed, your voice shaky. "I'm fine. I just... I need to tell you something".
You watched the concern on his face deepen, saw him mentally running through possibilities. "Okay..." he said slowly. "You're scaring me a little. What is it?"
You took a deep breath, your hand still in your pocket, fingers closing around the tests. There was no perfect way to do this. No script that would make it easier. You just had to say it but the words stuck in your throat.
"Baby, talk to me" Joe said softly, his hands sliding down to your shoulders. "Whatever it is, we'll figure it out together. Okay?"
The tenderness in his voice, the absolute certainty that you were a team, it gave you courage. You pulled the tissue wrapped tests from your pocket with trembling hands. Joe's eyes dropped to them, confusion flickering across his face.
"I'm late" you said quietly, "And I'm never late".
You watched understanding start to dawn in his eyes, watched them widen slightly as he looked from the wrapped tests to your face and back again.
"So I took a test" you continued, your voice barely above a whisper, "Actually, I took two tests. Just to be sure".
The silence stretched between you, heavy with anticipation. Joe's hands had gone still on your shoulders, his breathing shallow. "And?" he asked, and his voice cracked on the single word.
You carefully unwrapped the tissue paper, revealing the two tests with their clear, unmistakable positive results. You held them out to him, your hands shaking. Joe stared at them for a long moment, not moving, not breathing. Then slowly, he reached out and took them from you, holding them up to the light as if he needed to see them more clearly.
"These are..." he started, then stopped. "These are positive".
He looked up at you, and you couldn't read his expression. Shock, definitely but beyond that, you couldn't tell. Your heart was hammering against your ribs, anxiety clawing at your throat.
"Joe, say something, anything" you pleaded. "Please".
He opened his mouth, closed it again. Looked back down at the tests in his hands. "I'm trying to..." he said, his voice rough. "I'm trying to process that you're pregnant".
"I'm pregnant" you confirmed, and saying it out loud to him made it feel even more real. Tears started sliding down your cheeks again. "I know the timing is terrible, and I know we said we'd wait until after the wedding, and I know this changes everything-"
"Stop" Joe interrupted, and his voice was firmer now. He set the tests down carefully on the coffee table and turned back to you, his hands coming up to frame your face again, "Stop apologising".
"No" he said, and there were tears in his eyes now too. "No buts. You're pregnant, we're having a baby"
You searched his face, trying to understand what he was feeling. "Are you... are you okay with this?"
A laugh burst out of him, slightly hysterical, and then he was pulling you into his arms, holding you so tightly you could barely breathe. "Am I okay with this?" he repeated against your hair. "Baby, I'm... I'm fucking ecstatic"
You felt your knees go weak with relief, and he must have felt it too because he guided you both down onto the couch, pulling you into his lap with his arms still wrapped around you.
"I'm sorry" he said, pulling back just enough to look at you, his hands cupping your face. "I'm sorry I didn't react right away. I was just... shocked"
"It must have happened straight away" you said.
"Those three weeks when I was actively trying to get you pregnant" he said, "When I was literally telling you I wanted to put a baby in you every single night".
You laughed wetly, "Yeah. Those three weeks"
"Jesus" he breathed, and then he was laughing too, his forehead pressed against yours. "I can't believe it actually worked. I mean, I wanted it to work, but I didn't think... not this fast"
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" you asked again, needing to hear it. "The wedding is in three weeks, Joe"
"I don't care" he said firmly, his thumbs brushing away your tears. "I don't care about any of that. You're having my baby. We're having a baby. That's all that matters"
"But we had a plan" you said. "We were going to wait until after the wedding, until after the honeymoon-"
"Plans change" he interrupted gently. "And honestly? This is better than any plan we could have made"
You felt more tears spill over, but they were happy tears now, "Really?"
"Really" he confirmed, and then he was kissing you. When he pulled back, his eyes were bright with unshed tears. "We're having a baby" he said again, like he was testing the words. "Holy shit, we're having a baby".
"We're having a baby" you repeated, and saying it together made it feel real in a way it hadn't before.
Joe's hand slid down from your face to rest on your stomach, his palm flat against the fabric of your shirt. "There's a baby in there" he said, his voice full of awe, "Our baby".
"It's probably the size of a poppy seed right now" you said, smiling through your tears.
"A poppy seed" he repeated, and his eyes were so soft, so full of love that it made your chest ache, "Our little poppy seed".
You covered his hand with yours, both of you just sitting there for a moment, feeling the weight of this new reality settling over you.
"I can't believe this is happening" Joe said quietly. "I mean, I wanted it to happen. I've wanted it for so long. But now that it is..." He shook his head, a slightly dazed smile on his face, "I'm going to be a dad".
"You're going to be an amazing dad" you said, and you meant it with every fiber of your being.
"And you're going to be an incredible mom" he said, his hand pressing more firmly against your stomach, "Our kid is so lucky".
"We don't even know if it's a boy or a girl yet" you laughed.
"Doesn't matter" he said immediately. "Either way, they're going to be perfect because they're ours".
You kissed him again, deeper this time, pouring all your love and relief and joy into it. When you finally pulled apart, you were both breathing hard.
"We need to talk about logistics" you said, trying to be practical even as your heart soared. "The wedding, telling our families, doctor's appointments-"
"We will" Joe promised. "We'll figure all of that out. But right now, can we just... sit with this for a minute? Just be happy about it?"
You nodded, settling more comfortably in his lap, your head resting on his shoulder. His hand never left your stomach, his thumb tracing small circles over the fabric of your shirt.
"When did you take the tests?" he asked after a moment.
"About an hour ago. My period app told me I was late, and I just... I had to know".
"And you've been sitting here alone, processing this, waiting for me to get home" he said, and there was guilt in his voice. "I'm sorry. I should have been here".
"You're here now" you said simply, "That's what matters".
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, "I'm not going anywhere. Not now, not ever. You know that, right?"
"I mean it" he said, pulling back to look at you seriously. "Whatever you need, whatever the baby needs, I'm here. Completely. One hundred percent".
"I know" you said again, cupping his face, "I've always known that".
He kissed your palm, then your wrist, then pulled you close again. You sat like that for a long time, wrapped up in each other, both of you processing what had just happened.
"My mom is going to lose her mind" Joe said eventually, and you could hear the smile in his voice.
You laughed, "She's been dropping hints about us having kids since we got engaged".
"She's going to be insufferable" he said fondly. "In the best way possible".
"Your sisters are going to be excited too" you added, "The girls will have a cousin".
"A cousin who's going to be so spoiled" Joe said. "Between our families and our friends, this kid is going to have more aunts and uncles than they know what to do with".
The reality of it was starting to sink in, not just the baby, but everything that came with it. The family you were creating, the life you were building together.
"Are you scared?" you asked quietly.
Joe was quiet for a moment "Terrified" he admitted. "But in a good way? Like, I have no idea what I'm doing, and I'm sure I'm going to mess up a thousand times but I'm excited to figure it out"
"I'm scared too" you confessed. "I keep thinking about all the things that could go wrong, all the ways I could fail-"
"Hey" he interrupted gently, tilting your chin up so you were looking at him. "You're not going to fail. We're not going to fail. We're going to figure this out together, just like we figure everything out together".
"Together" you repeated, and the word felt like a promise.
"Together" he confirmed, and kissed you again.
His hand was still on your stomach, and you covered it with yours again, both of you marvelling at the life growing there. It was so small, so new, but already so loved.
"I can't wait to meet them" Joe said softly. "To see what they look like, what their personality is like. Whether they'll have your eyes or my hair"
"Hopefully your hair" you said, "Those curls are too good to waste".
He laughed, the sound warm and full of joy, "We're really doing this. We're having a baby"
"We're having a baby" you agreed, and this time when you said it, there was no fear, no anxiety. Just pure, overwhelming happiness.
Joe shifted, gently moving you off his lap so he could kneel in front of you. His hands rested on your knees, and he looked up at you with such love that it took your breath away. "I love you" he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much and I already love this baby. Our baby".
"I love you too" you whispered, threading your fingers through his hair, "Both of you".
He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your stomach through your shirt, and you felt tears slip down your cheeks again. This man, this beautiful, wonderful man, was going to be the father of your child. "Hi baby" Joe murmured against your stomach, "I'm your dad and I can't wait to meet you".
You let out a sob, your hand tightening in his hair, and he looked up at you with tears streaming down his own face.
"Come here" you said, pulling him up, and he climbed back onto the couch, gathering you into his arms. You cried together, happy tears and overwhelmed tears and tears of pure joy. This wasn't how you'd planned it, wasn't the timeline you'd discussed but somehow, it was perfect anyway.
"Three weeks until the wedding" Joe said eventually, his voice muffled against your hair. "And then we'll be married and then, in about seven to eight months, we'll be parents".
"Eight months" you repeated, trying to wrap your mind around it, "That's not very long".
"It's long enough" he said confidently, "We'll be ready".
You pulled back to look at him, taking in his tear-stained face, his bright eyes, his soft smile. "How are you so calm about this?"
"I'm not calm" he admitted. "I'm freaking out internally. But I'm also... I don't know. It feels right, like this is exactly how it was supposed to happen".
"Even though we tried to wait?"
"Even though we tried to wait" he confirmed. "Maybe this baby just really wanted to be here. Couldn't wait for us to get our act together"
You laughed, resting your forehead against his, "Impatient, just like their father".
"Hey" he protested, but he was smiling, "I can be patient".
"You really can't" you teased, and he kissed you to shut you up.
When you finally pulled apart, the coffee Joe had brought home was probably cold by now, the croissants forgotten.
"We should eat something" Joe said, glancing at the bakery bag, "You're eating for two now"
"It's the size of a poppy seed" you reminded him, "I don't think it needs a whole croissant yet".
"Still" he said, already reaching for the bag, "You need to keep your strength up".
You watched him fuss over you, pulling out a croissant and breaking off a piece to feed you, and felt your heart swell with love. He was already in protective dad mode, and you weren't even out of the first trimester yet. "We need to make a doctor's appointment" you said, accepting the piece of croissant. "To confirm everything, make sure everything's okay".
"I'll call first thing Monday morning" Joe said immediately. "And I'm coming with you to every appointment, I want to be there for all of it".
"Every appointment?" you asked, smiling.
"Every single one" he confirmed, "I'm not missing anything"
You ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, both of you processing, both of you adjusting to this new reality.
"When should we tell people?" you asked eventually. "I know you're supposed to wait until after the first trimester, but with the wedding, not drinking..."
"We'll tell our families soon" Joe said. "Maybe at the wedding? Or before, if you want. Whatever you're comfortable with"
"I think I want to wait until after" you said slowly. "I don't want the wedding to become about the baby. I want it to be about us, about our commitment to each other"
"That makes sense," Joe agreed. "And honestly, it might be nice to have this just be ours for a little while before everyone else knows"
"Our secret" you said, and he smiled. "Sparkling water for me".
"Our secret" he repeated, his hand finding your stomach again.
"I can't believe this is real" you whispered.
"It's real" Joe said, his voice full of wonder. "We're having a baby. We're getting married. We're building a life together".
"Best life ever" you said, and he laughed.
"Best life ever" he agreed, and pulled you close. His whole world, right there in his arms.
