The Punisher Imagine: Telling an Overprotective Castle You’re Pregnant
Requested by: Anon
Warnings: None
A Safe Bet
Your hands are shaking when you tell him. His arms are crossed, bewildered by your behavior.
“Hey, it’s okay. You can tell me.”
“I-I-I-”
You just can’t seem to get the words out. He moves closer, one hand on your shoulder and one holding your chin and gently making you look into his eyes. “Whatever it is, we will get through it together, okay?”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
You take a breath. “I’m pregnant.”
He freezes, not moving his hand away, and he looks like he’s not even breathing.
It frightens you. “Frank?” you ask in a small voice.
He blinks as if he’s just returned to reality. “Pregnant?” he asks in a faraway voice.
You nod slowly. He’s frozen again.
And then in a blink of an eye, he’s yanked you into the hardest kiss you’ve ever had.
“You’re pregnant,” he says breathlessly when you finally both break for air.
“I’m pregnant,” you echo back.
There are giant smiles on both your faces before they fade into another heated kiss.
“Bedroom?” he asks with a grin.
You laugh softly. “Fine.”
-
“Frank, come on, I can carry it.”
“No, you will do no such thing. I’ll carry it. You rest.”
“It’s just a small box!”
“Sit.”
You sigh softly. “Fine.”
-
“It’s just some rain!”
“It could storm pretty bad, let’s just stay home.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“Not in the slightest.”
You grumble softly. “Fine.”
-
“She’s my kid too, you know. I wanna hold her,” you say tiredly, having just pushed out a 6-pound being.
He kisses your head but his eyes are trained on the small bundle in his arms.
“I know. But please, just a little bit longer?”
You smile softly. “Fine.”