How do the ghosts react to y/n telling them they want to have a baby with them?
KICK-
Kick freezes so hard it’s like someone unplugged his brain.
He blinks once
twice
three times
…and then laughs because SURELY you’re joking.
“Ha. Haha. Very funny. You almost got me. A baby? With me? A whole baby-baby? With little socks and a squishy face and-”
You stare at him, dead serious.
His whole expression changes like Windows 98 switching screens. His eyebrows drop. His mouth shuts. His posture straightens an inch.
“Oh. Oh you’re serious.”
You nod.
He inhales like he’s leveling up in real time.
Chest expands. Eyes narrow. Brain cells assemble.
Kick. Locks. In.
His voice drops an octave.
“Okay. Let’s talk about timing. Vitamins. Nursery colors. I can build a crib. No, wait, TWO cribs. Just in case.”
He’s so dead-focused it’s actually kind of hot.
Until he suddenly blurts-
“But also- I can make dad jokes during labor, right? I have a few and I wanna see if they land.”
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LOGAN-
You tell him soft, maybe while you two are curled up on the couch.
He instantly goes tomato red.
Like red-red.
Like full sunburn.
His lips part like he’s trying to speak but forgot English altogether.
“I… a baby? With me?”
His voice cracks.
You nod again.
He looks down, shy smile creeping in, rubbing the back of his neck like he’s grounding himself before he floats away.
“I’d… like that too.”
And it’s so quiet, so earnest, you swear you just discovered his final heart-melting form.
He pulls you close, hides his face in your neck because he’s too overwhelmed but he’s smiling like crazy.
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HESH
You say the words:
“I want to have a baby with you.”
And without hesitation, zero pause, zero thought-
Hesh stands up so fast the chair FALLS OVER.
“GET NAKED!”
He’s already taking his shirt off.
He is dead serious.
Mission accepted.
Operation: Breeding Commence.
You tell him you didn’t mean right this second.
“Yes we do,” he says, already undoing his belt.
“My dad says strike while the iron is hot.”
“Dont bring your dad into this!!”
He does not care.
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KEEGAN
You open your mouth.
You take a breath.
“Keeg-”
He’s already naked.
Already hard.
Already breathing like he’s preparing for a military op.
“You want a baby,” he says flatly.
Not a question. A statement.
You blink.
“Yes but I didn’t even-”
“I can tell what you were gonna ask me. My pants fell off automatically.”
He steps forward like this is instinct coded into his DNA.
“We start now.”
No hesitation.
No confusion.
Just hungry polar bear in the arctic
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MERRICK
You tell him gently.
He takes a long breath. Nods once. Serious face engaged.
“Well, alright. We’ll need to examine finances, redistribution of responsibilities, reassess risk levels, consider maternity leave structures, cost of childcare, future college savings, possibly adjust the insurance plan-”
He’s pacing.
He’s in full dad-planning mode.
He’s got spreadsheets open in his mind.
You walk behind him and kiss his neck.
He falters midsentence.
“…and… um… projected housing stability… in… uh… current-”
Another kiss.
His voice drops.
“-current fiscal… projections…”
Another kiss, slower.
He grips the table like that’s the last lifeline he has.
“…you’re doing that on purpose.”
You kiss his jaw.
He loses.
“Never mind the finances. Bedroom. Now.”
AJAX-
You tell him softly.
“Alex… I want to have a baby with you.”
Ajax goes silent for a full two seconds, which is actually just his brain rebooting because this man was NOT ready to hear the love of his life say something that serious and that beautiful.
Then he lights up.
Like full sunshine.
Like a golden retriever that just got promoted.
“Wait… for real? With ME?”
You nod.
And he explodes.
“OH SHIT! oh shit okay-hold on-”
He’s already pulling out his phone.
“Who are you calling?”
You raise an eyebrow.
“I need to tell Keegan.”
You stare at him.
“Yeah, please tell your other wife.”
He snorts, actually SNORTS, laughing as he hits the call button.
The phone rings.
Keegan answers with his usual emotionally constipated grunt of “Yeah?”
Ajax is practically vibrating.
“BRO guess what? I’m having a BABY.”
There’s a pause.
“…with who?” Keegan asks, even though he KNOWS.
Ajax rolls his eyes.
“With Y/N, dumbass.”
Keegan: “Okay. Good. Congratulations.”
Ajax covers the speaker and whispers to you, giddy:
“He’s smiling. He’s pretending he’s not but he totally is.”
You whisper back:
“You two sound like you’re about to pick wedding colors.”
Ajax swats you with a grin and goes back to the phone.
“Bro you’re gonna be the godfather.”
“I already assumed,” Keegan responds.
They’re both laughing now.
You’ve lost them completely.
You may as well leave them alone to plan the baby shower.
Ajax finally hangs up, presses his forehead to yours, still grinning like a man who just won the emotional lottery.
“Baby… we’re gonna be parents.”
And he looks both ready and absolutely overwhelmed in the cutest way possible.
