Bring in the Big Guns!
A/N: Writing before going to sleep has become my therapy at this point…
Word count: 1.09k+
Warning: unhinged sayings (All for fun, do NOT take this seriously), explicit words, marital humour
Pairing: (DI) Chris Redfield x FemWife!Reader.
Note: You are pregnant with your first child.
Synopsis: While Chris just wanted to stay in shape because of his job, you couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of his muscular arms.
The day blended in as well as the previous ones, the sun would come up, stay for a couple hours and then go back to rest and repeat each day.
The warm weather and conditions had given Chris the excuse to start getting more active during his days off.
On your end, you were still trying to get from one place to another through the mundane house. Not like you were lazy or anything (...ahem…!) just carrying some precious cargo for a few months.
Since getting pregnant, you would notice how much more gentle and protective your husband was of you. He was always gentle with you, but now he treated you as if you’d break in his hold if he tensed even just a little bit.
Even more so when in public, to which he states he’d much rather have you in bed while he deals with whatever outdoor chore you need to finish.
For example, you had needed to get extra groceries for the week and, of course, Chris accompanied you, he wasn’t just going to let his pregnant wife go all alone.
He acted like a bodyguard the whole time while you were just picking the right vegetables and fruits.
The poor people who accidentally glanced your way were met with his piercing stare, making them scurry off.
So, yes, he’s overprotective…maybe a bit too much…
Also, there’s a significant development in his presence as well, as he started working out more, his stature and persona had changed drastically.
“I just want to be able to carry you both without breaking a sweat.” Was what he said simply once when you asked him why he was working so hard to keep in shape when he was on leave.
Regardless of your interjections of saying that he’s already plenty fit and healthy, he still shrugged, “No harm in getting more work done. If it’ll benefit you and our baby, I don’t mind.” When he said that, you just stood there baffled while blinking rapidly.
Leaving that conversation behind that day, you simply let him do what he pleased since he seemed quite determined.
It was almost obviously imminent that anyone would see a change in Chris’ appearance, but you were blessed to see that type of change up close.
“Honey, I made that protein shake you always drink—”
One day, during a lazy morning, you decided to make your husband’s drink he always consumes post workout. And the rest was history…
You stopped dead in your tracks, halting in the doorway of the indoor gym when seeing a magnificent view of muscles flexing before your eyes.
Chris was merely doing bicep curls, at least holding heavy weights that are double the usual load a normal person would.
All he wore was a simple dark T-shirt that matched his black shorts and indoor shoes.
But none of that mattered to you, what caught your attention immediately was his already big arms flexing at each rep.
You paid attention to every detail.
The way the veins would be subtly visible before showing themselves whenever his muscles activated…the droplets of sweat glistening down his skin…the way the said muscles expanded, stretching the elasticity of the shirt’s sleeve…
“I guess it is my lucky day…” you whispered to yourself, trapped in a daze.
After a few more reps, Chris placed the dumbbells back on the rack with a rough grunt, he finally noticed your figure standing in the doorway.
“I didn’t notice you,” he smiled your way before looking at your hand, “Oh. My drink. How kind of you, honey.”
The man walked over to you after drying the sweat off his forehead, taking the drink out of your hand.
“You didn’t have to, but thanks.” he thanked you, leaning down to kiss your temple.
Noticing your silence he stopped mid-sip, “You okay?”
“Uh-huh…perfectly fine,” you nodded almost instantly, still staring at his biceps.
Chris immediately took detail in your apparent staring, and an amused look appeared on his face.
He purposefully cleared his throat loudly to try to divert your attention back to his face. (Yeah…fat chance…)
“Is there anything you’d like to say to me?” He asked with a small laugh, finding the idea of his wife completely fixated on his muscles quite funny and endearing.
You kept your gaze fixed on his muscles. Replying to him without even thinking, “Mhm…” Clearly not paying attention.
This further made your spouse laugh lightly, “Hello? Earth to my wife?” He waved a hand in front of your face.
“H-Huh…? What?” You blinked, suddenly out of your spell.
“You were staring.” He simply noted, “Never knew you were an observer.” Chris teased lightly.
You felt your cheeks heat up a little, “W-What? No. They were in the way when I was looking at your face.”
He tilted his head, challenging your reasoning, “Huh…? Maybe you’re right.”
“Exactly. I AM right.” You confirmed, trying to keep the rest of your dignity alive.
Chris let out a small snort, “Right…Like you’re not currently eyeing me at the moment,” he trailed on, purposefully crossing his arms to make his arms look bigger.
You were clearly staring, mesmerized by the sight, “Thank goodness I’m already pregnant…” you whispered.
“Pardon?” He raised an eyebrow with a low smirk.
“Nothing! Just drink your beverage and take a shower,” You quickly replied before he could, averting your eyes to a nearby wall.
“Yes ma’am,” that deep voice of his will probably someday kill you before anything else.
Your eyes diverted back to his muscles as he busied himself with downing the smoothie in a few seconds.
“I can see and feel you staring,” he called you out, getting you to flinch while letting out a small squeak at being caught.
Chris looked down at you with a teasing glint in his eyes, “You’re horrible with keeping a poker face, hun’.” He leaned down to meet your gaze.
“J-Just go take your damn shower already!” You repeated, taking his used towel around his shoulders and shoved it in his face before making a run for it.
The man was taken aback but let out a chuckle before jogging after you, “If you admit to staring, I can let you join me in my shower!” He called out after her.
“STAY BACK! AND I WAS NOT STARING!”
“Sure you were…But, hey, I understand. Come on, I’ll give you the VIP treatment!”
“Chris! I swear—”
“I can start flexing all the time if you want. Maybe even join those muscle contests—”
“Oh! So that means you WERE staring?”
“Get your butt in the bathroom already!”
