surprise!
joe keery x reader
desc - you and joe find out about a very special new member to your family
influencer / youtuber au
val speaks - yayyy they back ! i think i might've gone over some things i've already said in previous fics bc i haven't written a chapter for them in a while so this was like a refresh for me
if i didnt ignore that
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the apartment had settled into that soft, easy rhythm that only came after the last of the wedding chaos had finally faded.
for a few weeks now, everything had felt a little brighter around the edges, like the world itself had decided to be gentler with you both. joe had booked time off before tour, and for once there was no frantic calls between interviews, no half-finished dinners left cooling on the stove because one of you had somewhere to be. it was just the two of you, learning how to be married.
joe was still joe.
still left his coffee mugs everywhere, still sang random songs while brushing his teeth and still wrapped himself around you every night like you were responsible for keeping him alive.
but there was something different now, something that made your chest feel warm whenever you looked at him.
husband.
your husband.
even months later it didn't feel real.
before the wedding people had always joked that nothing changed after getting married. they were liars.
because somehow everything felt brighter.
-
then joe had started going back to meetings.
nothing alarming, just the slow return of work and the fact he was going on tour soon inching its way back into your lives.
some mornings he left early with coffee in one hand and his keys in the other, hair still a little messy, kissing you goodbye with a promise to be back before dinner. some days it was later, meetings stretching on while you stayed home and tried to be productive in the apartment that suddenly felt a little too quiet without him in it.
you told yourself the quiet was fine. normal, even. a natural part of the season you were in.
you were both busy, both trying to prepare for what was ahead.
the tour, the travel, the long stretches apart that would come with it. you'd known from the start that marriage wouldn’t stop life from happening around you, wouldn’t freeze everything in perfect place just because the vows had been said and the rings had been slipped on.
still, on one particular morning, you woke up feeling wrong.
not dramatically wrong, not enough to panic immediately, just enough to notice.
your stomach turned when you sat up, a strange sickly wave rolling through you that made you freeze for a second with your hand braced against the mattress.
you swallowed hard and sat there, eyes half-closed, waiting for it to pass. and it did, eventually. enough that you got through the rest of the morning pretending it hadn’t happened.
it didn't concern you as much as it probably should've. you brushed your teeth, made yourself a little tea and told yourself it was probably something you ate, or maybe just exhaustion.
there was no reason to worry joe about it. he already had enough on his plate, between meetings and rehearsals and tour prep and everything else trying to pull him in a dozen directions at once.
he kissed you on the cheek before leaving that morning with an absentminded “call me if you need anything, okay?” and you smiled and told him you would.
by afternoon, you felt perfectly fine.
which, somehow, made the whole thing easier to dismiss. a fluke. a weird little moment. nothing to spiral over.
except then the next day came.
and the one after that.
and suddenly the “weird little moment” had become a pattern that your body seemed determined to keep repeating.
more nausea.
another morning where you barely made it to the bathroom in time.
a stubborn heaviness in your chest every time you tried to ignore the possibility forming in the back of your mind.
then the period that didn't come, even after you stared at the calendar like maybe it would feel guilty and appear if you looked hard enough.
and that was when the spiral started.
at first you fought it, you really did.
you tried to convince yourself it was stress, or hormones, or your body being dramatic for no reason. but the longer the days stretched on, the more every little sign seemed to align into the same terrifying shape.
the nausea. the missed period. the constant low hum of suspicion that you couldn't shake no matter how hard you tried to distract yourself with work or editing or scrolling mindlessly until your eyes hurt.
pregnancy.
the word sat in your mind like a live wire.
it wouldn't have been the worst thing in the world. that was the part that made it so confusing, so impossible to untangle.
you were married to the love of your life. you both had stable jobs, a home you loved, a life that wasn't perfect but was solid and real and full of room for something bigger.
you had talked before, in soft private moments, about a future family. someday. one day. after the next thing, after the next phase, after the next stretch of work had settled.
in future.
not now.
not when joe was about to go on tour. not when your lives were already shifting into motion again. not when you were supposed to be joining him for a big chunk of it, packing your bags and following him on the road like you always tried to do when you could. not when everything was already in flux and the timing made your head spin just trying to think about it.
and yet if it was true, it would still be yours. yours and joe’s. a tiny, impossible thing growing in the middle of all this love.
-
you lasted longer than you thought you would before finally ordering a pregnancy test.
you made sure joe would be out all day before the package arrived, which was ridiculous because he was not suspicious by nature and never would've asked why you were suddenly hovering around the front door with too much energy and a too-bright smile, but it still felt important to keep this moment yours for a little longer.
something about it had made you strangely private, almost protective, as if saying it aloud too soon might break it.
when the apartment was finally yours alone, you carried the test into the bathroom with hands that felt colder than they should've.
the small, ordinary packaging looked offensively normal for something so capable of changing your life. you set it down on the counter and stood staring at it for a long moment before reaching for your camera.
you didn't know why you did that first, maybe because vlogging had become as natural to you as breathing and because, right then, having the camera there made you feel like you weren't completely alone.
like you could speak out loud into the little lens and keep yourself anchored to something outside the panic beginning to bloom in your chest.
you set it up on the bathroom floor first, as if you were just starting a normal vlog, and with a shaky laugh you talked to it like this was any other day.
you rambled, a little aimlessly, about how nice life had been lately.
how after the wedding and the honeymoon and all the little “officially married” things settling into place, everything somehow felt even softer.
you said how weird it was that you and joe had somehow managed to make this whole grown-up married life thing look easy. you joked weakly about how domestic you both had become, how much time you'd spent together in the kitchen lately.
and while you talked, the tears kept threatening.
you blinked them away and looked over at the test on the counter, trying not to think too hard about what you were doing. trying not to think about the possibility that this one tiny object could confirm everything you had been circling for days.
then the timer went off.
the sound made you flinch.
for one horrible second you just stood there, the bathroom suddenly too small and too bright. then you picked the camera back up from the floor and set it on the counter with hands that had started to tremble.
you stared at your own reflection in the mirror for a beat, like maybe the person looking back at you would have better answers than you did. then you turned the test over.
positive.
the world went strangely quiet.
you stared.
you blinked.
you looked again as if the lines might rearrange themselves if you gave them enough time.
your hand flew to your mouth without you even realising it, your knees almost gave out under you and you had to grab the edge of the sink to steady yourself.
for a few seconds, all you could do was breathe.
"oh my god"
the words came out of you in a cracked whisper, barely audible.
you had no idea how long you stood there like that, frozen in place, camera still recording while your entire life shifted underneath your feet.
maybe five minutes, maybe less.
it felt endless either way.
the tears finally broke free, and you laughed a little through them because what else were you supposed to do?
you covered your mouth again and made a helpless, breathless sound as your eyes kept darting between the test and your reflection and the camera, as if one of them might somehow tell you how to handle this.
what the hell were you going to do?
more importantly, how on earth were you going to tell joe?
that question alone was enough to send another rush of panic through you.
because you knew him, you knew him too well.
he could read you like an open book on your best day, and right now you were a mess of nerves and hormones and disbelief, which meant he would know something was wrong the second he saw your face.
you couldn't keep a secret from him if your life depended on it, you never had been able to.
especially not one this big.
but you also knew you couldn't just blurt it out over takeout containers and dish towels like it was a casual update.
this was too huge for that.
was it too little to just tell him, “i’m pregnant”?
did that sound wrong somehow, too blunt for a moment this important?
should there be a dramatic reveal or some kind of heartfelt speech?
you had no idea.
all you knew was that your heart was hammering hard enough to make your ears ring and your thoughts were spilling over each other so fast you could barely catch one before another took its place.
so you took another test.
just to be sure. just to have the proof sitting there in black and white, as if one positive result somehow wasn’t enough to convince your own brain. you sat on the bathroom floor with the second one in your hand and tried to breathe through the whole thing while your camera quietly recorded every nervous second. then you checked it too, and when it came back positive, your laugh broke into a sob.
you were really pregnant.
somewhere between the shock and the tears, your mind started racing ahead to everything at once.
the future, the baby, joe, tour, your work, the vlogs, the apartment, the nursery you'd not even thought about yet, the tiny life you'd somehow made with the man you loved more than anything.
and in the middle of all that fear, there was also something else. something softer, something almost bright.
you and joe had made a family.
the thought scared you and warmed you in equal measure.
-
by the time afternoon blurred into evening, you cleaned yourself up enough to look almost normal, though your eyes were a little puffy and your hands still shook whenever you held them still for too long.
you spent the rest of the day moving through the apartment in a daze, editing a few clips you probably wouldn't post, rambling softly to the camera whenever the silence got too loud, letting the lens become a kind of lifeline.
every so often, your gaze drifted to the clock.
when joe texted that he was on his way home, your stomach flipped so hard you had to put the phone down for a second and hold onto the counter.
now it was real in a different way, because he was actually coming back, and in a little while you would have to look at him and say the words out loud.
no more rehearsing in your head. no more waiting. no more pretending that tomorrow might somehow feel easier.
-
you finished dinner just in time, plating everything carefully despite your trembling hands.
the recipe was one the two of you had learned together recently, and for some ridiculous reason that made the whole thing feel even more emotional.
the apartment smelled warm and comforting, the kind of smell that usually made joe grin the moment he walked through the door, and when he finally did, it was exactly like that.
his shoes came off by the entryway, his shoulders loosened the second he saw you, and then that smile appeared. the one that always made your heart do something soft and helpless in your chest.
“baby” he said, voice already full of affection, and crossed the room to kiss you.
you melted into it for a second, clinging to him just enough to remind yourself he was really there.
he kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips again, easy and familiar. he looked tired, but in a good way, like the day had actually gone well.
“i made dinner” you said, trying to sound normal and probably failing.
his eyes lit up immediately. “you did?”
you nodded, and he glanced at the table with a grin that made him look almost boyish. “smells amazing.”
“you had a good day?” you asked, because you needed to hear him say something ordinary, needed one more normal thing to hold onto before everything changed.
“actually, yeah,” he said, settling a hand at your waist while he spoke.
“really good day, productive one too. meetings went fine, got a bunch done. no disasters, no weird stress stuff. just.. good.”
that should have made it easier. it should have made it feel like the perfect moment to tell him.
instead, it made the panic bloom harder.
you must have gone quiet, because his expression shifted almost immediately. joe always noticed even the tiniest change in your face.
his brows drew together just slightly and his thumb brushed a slow line against your hip.
“hey,” he said gently. “you okay?”
you took a breath and let it out too slowly. no point pretending now. not with him looking at you like that. not when the words were already pressing at the back of your throat.
“can you sit down?” you asked softly.
the concern on his face sharpened. “that sounds scary.”
you gave him a tiny, shaky smile. “i know. i’m sorry.”
“baby,” he said, suddenly more alert, but he did what you asked. he moved to the chair near the table and sat down, though he kept one hand in yours the whole time, his fingers lacing through yours like he was grounding you both. his eyes stayed on your face, carefully searching. “you’re freaking me out.”
you almost laughed at that, which only made him look more worried, so you squeezed his hand and breathed in through your nose.
“wait here,” you said. “and close your eyes.”
his eyebrows shot up. “absolutely not. that is not helping.”
“joe.”
“you are scaring me, baby.”
you smiled despite yourself, because he always sounded so offended and so fond at the same time, but he obeyed after a second. slowly, warily, he shut his eyes. his free hand flexed once against the table like he was bracing himself.
you hurried back to the bathroom, your heart in your throat, and came back holding the pregnancy test like it was made of glass.
your eyes were already burning again by the time you reached him.
he still had his eyes closed.
“okay,” you whispered, stopping in front of him. “open your hand.”
he did, palm up and uncertain.
you placed the test in it, your fingers brushing his for a second longer than necessary.
“open your eyes.”
joe did.
for a second, he just looked at the test.
then up at you.
then back down.
silence stretched between you so completely that it seemed to fill the whole room. not tense silence, not exactly, just stunned silence.
his mouth parted slightly. his eyes widened. he looked like he was trying to process something impossible.
his gaze flicked to the lines on the test and then back to your face.
then his eyes filled with tears.
“are you serious?” he asked, voice breaking on the words.
you nodded before you could stop yourself. “yes.”
he stared at you for another beat, as if the answer had to be said twice to become real. “you’re serious?”
your own tears spilled over then, and you nodded again, smiling so hard it hurt. “yes, joe.”
his face changed all at once.
he stood up so fast the chair scraped lightly against the floor, and then he had you in his arms, pulling you against him with such force that the breath rushed right out of your body.
you clutched at him immediately, laughing and crying at the same time, his arms wrapped so tightly around you it almost felt like he was trying to hold the moment still by sheer force alone.
“oh my god,” he breathed into your hair, and you felt it as much as heard it. “oh my god.”
he laughed a little through the tears, low and disbelieving, and then he pulled back just enough to look at you. both of his hands came up to cup your face, his thumbs brushing over the tears on your cheeks with the most careful tenderness in the world.
“i’m gonna be a dad?” he whispered.
you let out a shaky laugh and nodded. “yeah, baby. you’re gonna be a dad.”
his eyes squeezed shut for a second, and then he laughed again, helpless and full of disbelief. “we’re-” he stopped, shook his head, looked back at you like he was still trying to understand the shape of it.
“we’re together. like.. together together. like parents together. like family.”
that set you off all over again. more tears. more laughing. you reached up and grabbed one of his hands, squeezing it hard.
“yes,” you whispered. “yes, exactly that.”
his forehead dropped against yours, and for one long moment the two of you just stood there breathing each other in, crying and smiling and trying to make sense of how everything had changed in a matter of minutes.
joe’s hand slid down from your face to your stomach, resting there with so much awe it almost made you cry harder. like he was afraid to move, afraid to disturb the delicate miracle of it.
you watched his throat bob as he swallowed.
“i can’t believe this” he whispered, and there was such wonder in it that your heart nearly split open.
“me neither” you admitted.
he looked up at you then, and there was a brightness in his eyes that made your chest ache. “we’ll figure it out” he said immediately, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “everything. we’ll figure it all out together, okay? every part of it. all of it.”
the certainty in his voice did something to you. soothed something jagged inside you that had been spiraling all day.
you nodded, because there was no other answer.
“okay.”
he smiled at that, soft and shaking, then leaned in to kiss you.
it was the kind of kiss that felt like a promise. the kind that said he was here, and he was staying, and whatever came next would not happen to you alone.
when he pulled back, he kept one hand against your cheek and the other still on your stomach, as if he couldn’t quite bear to let go of either place.
then, because he was joe and because he apparently could never stay in one emotional state for too long, his face shifted into something halfway between disbelief and giddy realisation. he started pacing a little in the small space by the table, one hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
you could see the smile beneath his fingers, the tears still wet on his cheeks, the way he looked like he might burst right out of his skin from the size of the feeling in him.
“you’re pacing” you said, smiling through your own tears.
“i know,” he said, not stopping. “i know, i just- baby, i’m sorry, i don’t know what to do with myself right now.”
“i think that’s fair.”
he laughed, then turned back to you and came right up again, like he couldn’t stand being away from you for even a second. both of his hands came back to your face, thumbs gentle at your jaw.
“we’re really doing this,” he said, quieter now. “we’re really having a baby.”
you nodded, and your smile trembled at the edges. “yeah.”
he stared at you for a second longer, then leaned in and kissed your forehead, your cheek, your nose, all over your face in a soft, overwhelmed sort of way.
you laughed wetly and tried to shove him lightly away, but he only smiled harder and pulled you close again.
then his hand found your stomach once more, resting there with almost reverent care, and more tears slipped down his face.
“hey,” he said suddenly, his voice turning lighter in a way that only made you suspect trouble, “i have always said i wanted to be inside you forever.”
you let out a shocked laugh that was half gasp, half groan, and immediately smacked his arm. “joe.”
he burst into laughter at your expression, full and bright and completely ridiculous, and you couldn’t help but laugh too, tears still streaking your cheeks.
“what?” he said, grinning wildly now. “i’m just saying, i guess i kind of will be for nine months.”
you stared at him for a second before laughing harder, which only encouraged him.
the two of you were a mess now, crying and laughing at once, and the apartment felt somehow too small for all the love and disbelief and joy packed into the room.
he looked so happy it almost hurt to look at him. so stunned, so undone, so completely and obviously in love with the life the two of you had made.
“you are impossible” you told him, still laughing.
“and you love me.”
“unfortunately, yes.”
“good” he said, and pulled you in for another kiss before you could even finish rolling your eyes.
this one was softer, warm with tears and laughter and the kind of joy that makes the world tilt. he kissed you like he was trying to memorize the moment, like he knew things were changing and he wanted to hold on to this exact second for as long as he could.
when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours again, and both of you were breathing hard in the quiet that followed.
then his gaze dropped.
“wait” he said suddenly, pointing toward the camera you had hidden nearby.
your stomach dropped for half a second before you remembered. right. the vlog.
the proof of the whole surreal, emotional, life-altering day.
you let out a breathless laugh. “i was filming”
joe immediately groaned, though he was still smiling.
“of course you were.”
“i didn’t know if i’d post it,” you admitted, wiping at your face. “i just… needed something.”
he nodded, all the teasing gone from his expression again, replaced by that same soft understanding he always gave you when words got too tangled.
“i’m glad you did” he said.
you looked at him, still a little dazed. “really?”
“yeah,” he said simply. then his smile returned, smaller this time but no less bright.
“i’ll probably want to watch this later and cry all over again.”
that made you laugh, because of course he would. of course he would want to remember every second of this strange, fragile, beautiful beginning.
you reached for his hand again and he took it instantly, intertwining your fingers like he always did when he wanted to make sure you knew he was there.
then, as if the thought had only just hit him properly, he looked down at your stomach one more time and smiled in a way that was so full of love it made your chest ache.
“hi,” he said softly to it, like he was speaking to the tiniest person in the room. “it’s me. your dad. i guess i should probably get used to saying that.”
your heart melted right there on the spot.
you leaned into him and rested your head against his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around you immediately, holding you close while the two of you stood in the kitchen with dinner cooling on the table and the camera still somewhere nearby and your whole life unfolding in front of you all at once.
it was still scary. that part didn't disappear.
the tour, the timing, the future, the suddenness of it all, the way your mind already tried to leap ahead to everything you didn't yet know.
but in that moment, with joe’s hand on your back and his heartbeat steady under your cheek and his tears drying slowly on his face, the fear didn't feel bigger than the love.
maybe that was what being married was really for.
not avoiding the hard things. not making life neat and easy and perfectly timed. just having someone standing beside you when the hard things arrived, and knowing, with complete certainty, that you would face them together.
joe pressed a kiss to the top of your head and sighed, soft and happy and still a little stunned.
“we’re gonna figure it out” he murmured again.
you smiled into his shirt, tears still hot on your cheeks, and squeezed his hand against your stomach.
“yeah,” you whispered. “together.”
and when he kissed you again, it felt like the beginning of everything.
-
a few weeks later, after countless conversations, a lot of excitement, and joe randomly tearing up at least three times a day whenever he remembered he was going to be a dad, the two of you finally decided to tell everyone.
well.
sort of.
because after watching back the footage from that day, the one where you had found out and then told joe, neither of you could bring yourselves to share it.
it wasn't because you weren't happy. it was the opposite, actually.
it was too special, too raw.
that moment belonged to the two of you.
every shaky breath, every tear, every stunned laugh, every second of joe standing there holding that pregnancy test like it might disappear if he blinked.
that was yours.
and somehow, sharing it with millions of strangers felt wrong.
so instead, you posted a simple announcement.
just a handful of photos. one of you and joe standing outside in golden evening light. another of joe kneeling dramatically beside you with his hand on your stomach despite there being absolutely no bump yet. one of tiny baby shoes resting between your intertwined hands.
and the final photo was your favorite.
joe kissing your cheek while you laughed at something he'd said.
the internet absolutely lost its mind.
your phone practically exploded.
you and joe spent the entire evening curled up together on the couch reading comments.
every few minutes joe would just randomly smile at his phone.
"what?" you asked eventually.
he looked up.
eyes suspiciously shiny.
"people keep calling me a dad."
you immediately burst out laughing.
"joe."
"i'm serious."
he shoved his phone toward you.
sure enough, thousands of comments.
dad keery era.
djo - dad
you looked back at him, he looked genuinely emotional.
"you're crying."
"i'm not."
"you literally are."
he wiped under his eye.
"okay maybe a little."
"oh my god."
"leave me alone."
tour came quicker than either of you wanted.
but thankfully, because you were still early enough in your pregnancy, you were able to travel with him for a big chunk of it.
and honestly?
it became one of your favorite periods of your marriage because it felt like this little bubble. just you. joe. and the tiny thing growing between you.
you got to see cities together, eat food from places you'd never been, wander around unfamiliar streets hand in hand, take photos, film vlogs, make memories before life got a whole lot crazier.
if there was one thing that did change dramatically though, it was joe.
or more specifically how protective he became.
it was ridiculous. genuinely ridiculous. the second he found out you were pregnant it was like some switch flipped inside him.
suddenly you couldn't do anything. absolutely anything.
one morning you reached for a grocery bag.
joe appeared out of nowhere.
"baby."
you blinked.
"what?"
"put that down."
"...it's apples."
"still."
"joe."
he took it from you anyway.
another time you stood on your tiptoes trying to grab a mug from a shelf. a shelf, not a mountain. not a dangerous cliff edge. a shelf.
before your fingers even touched it, joe's voice came from behind you.
"what are you doing?"
you looked over your shoulder.
"getting a mug."
"why?"
"...because i want tea?"
he was already reaching past you.
"i'll get it."
"i can reach it."
"you don't need to."
"i literally do."
"nope."
and then there was the infamous airport incident.
you had picked up your suitcase. your own suitcase. the one you'd been carrying perfectly fine for years.
and joe had gasped, actually gasped, like you'd just attempted to bench press a car.
you stared at him.
he stared at the suitcase.
"put it down."
"joe."
"you're growing a human."
you laughed.
"the human is the size of a grape."
"still."
"you're insane."
"thank you."
and somehow he sounded proud.
later in the tour there was a short break where you both got to spend a couple weeks back home.
it was glorious.
no hotels, no airports, just home.
which was how you ended up sitting on the living room floor one afternoon surrounded by pr packages.
you had decided to vlog opening them because honestly there were so many.
the camera sat on its tripod.
joe lounged beside you on the rug, one arm draped lazily around your shoulders.
"hey," you said.
"today we're opening all the pr that's been piling up while we've been away."
joe nodded.
the first box opened easily.
you pulled out tiny baby clothes.
immediately both of you froze.
because they were tiny. absurdly tiny. joe picked up a little onesie, held it up, stared, stared some more, then looked at you.
"our child is gonna fit in this?"
you nodded.
he looked horrified.
"that's way too small."
you laughed.
"babies are small."
"that's not a baby."
he held it between two fingers.
"that's a hamster."
the next package was bottles, those you both recognised which immediately felt like a win.
"we know these."
"yes!"
you high-fived.
"look at us."
"we're basically parents already."
you both nodded seriously then burst out laughing. the confidence didn't last because the next package contained some bizarre baby contraption.
you pulled it out slowly, turned it around, looked at the instructions, looked back at joe. he looked equally confused.
"what is that?"
"i don't know."
"turn it over."
you did, it didn't help.
"still don't know."
"maybe it's a hat."
"definitely not a hat."
by the middle of the vlog the floor was completely covered.
baby blankets. tiny socks. toys. books. feeding supplies. carriers. little matching outfits. you kept stopping to hold things up and stare at them.
because every now and then it would hit you all over again.
this wasn't hypothetical anymore, these things were for your baby. your actual baby.
and every single realisation felt just as surreal as the first.
at one point you picked up an impossibly tiny pair of shoes.
the room went quiet.
joe immediately reached for them, holding them carefully in his palms. they looked impossibly small there.
you watched his expression soften and instantly knew he was having feelings. again.
"joe."
he sniffed.
"don't."
"are you crying over shoes?"
"maybe."
you laughed.
"they're tiny."
"i know."
"you are unbelievable."
he looked at the camera.
"i'm having a moment."
"over shoes."
"tiny shoes."
which somehow made him cry harder.
toward the end of filming you were both surrounded by baby things.
completely overwhelmed, completely clueless and completely happy.
you leaned against joe's shoulder, he immediately wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer.
"you know," you said "we have absolutely no idea what we're doing."
"none."
you laughed.
"but," he looked down at you, that soft smile appearing. the one that always made your heart ache.
"we've got each other."
your expression immediately melted.
"that's true."
"and eventually we'll figure out what half this stuff does."
"hopefully before the baby gets here."
you laughed.
he kissed the top of your head then looked at the camera.
"if any parents are watching..."
he held up another mystery baby gadget.
"...please help."
when the vlog went up a few days later, the comments were absolutely flooded.
comments:
user: you two are gonna be the sweetest parents ever
user: the fact they openly admit they have no clue what they're doing is actually so comforting
user: their baby is already so loved and it's not even here yet
user: the way he constantly reaches for her without thinking i'm emotional
user: dad keery era is thriving
user: can't wait to watch this little family grow 🤍
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