Hey can I request re9! Leon during the good ending we learn he has a younger, 8 month pregnant wife who actually has the BSAA take her to him after he and Grace were rescued and she’s just emotional and happy that he’s okay and even admitting the baby had been kicking hard since he left.
a/n: hii! i've been playing re9 all this time, and everything in my life has started to improve...i hope i can soon confess to the guy i'm in love with... maybe that's why i wrote so many sfw part here, lmao. and thank you guys for 300 followers, im so gladd!!!! sooooo, enjoy reading. tags: nsfw, plot, fluff, younger wife x older husband, 9 month pregnant wife, nipple play, body worship, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, sex, unprotected, p in v, creampie, “did your water break?”, aftercare; leon is so joke ass but caring husband ( ◜‿◝ )♡ pairing: pregnant younger fem!reader x husband re9 leon s. kennedy wk: 5347 find me on AO3 make your REQUEST here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)
Over the past twenty-four hours, which had felt like an eternity, Leon had imagined countless ways to die: being devoured by a horde of zombies, becoming dinner for a giant spider, or being dismembered by a chainsaw wielded by a zombie.
Fortunately, he managed to avoid each of these deaths, emerging victorious from the fights with blood on his hands. It was worth it to avoid ending up in the same place as that monster, which was five times his size. His pale blue eyes studied his own palms, which were marked with black spots. Leon silently vowed to himself that he would save Grace, kill Victor, and find the antidote he had come here for.
But his heart was pounding wildly as he swung the axe high in the air, striking blow after blow, despite the weakness in his body. Right now, his mind was filled with thoughts of how much he missed home, you, and your embrace, for which he would give up everything in his life.
Leaving you pregnant in your third trimester was a huge mistake, but there was nothing he could do about it as he held you near the doorway while you sobbed into his chest, tearfully begging him not to leave. At that moment, his heart felt like it was about to stop, seeing his wife so sad.
Especially when he was the reason for your tears.
Leon whispered comforting words to you, saying he would definitely be back by tomorrow evening—or maybe even in the morning, before you had a chance to open your eyes. But you still didn’t want to let him go; you clung to him with both hands and threw a loud, hysterical fit.
During your pregnancy with your daughter, you’re too emotional, your moods shifting faster than you can even realize it. Of course, you would have exploded with anger upon learning that Leon had to leave on a mission just when you were about to give birth!
His warm hands rested on your pregnant belly, feeling the baby kick beneath your sundress, stroking it to comfort her as well, while he kissed your forehead. You quietly sob and hiccup; your husband’s comfort has finally worked, and he breathes a sigh of relief.
You sniffle and wipe the tears from your cheeks with your hand as he steps away from you, giving you the space you need. No sooner had he taken a step back than you grabbed his hand and noticed with horror how the black spots began to appear more prominently on his skin; tears welled up in your eyes again, but you tried to stay calm, “just don’t do anything stupid, please, Leon.”
“Me? Never,” Leon said with a slight smirk, knowing that perhaps this comment would make you smile.
But when he noticed the sadness still lingering on your face, that thought vanished as quickly as it had appeared. On the surface, he maintained a positive attitude toward you, though inside he was also a whirlwind of emotions. He’ll find an antidote. For your sake and your little girl’s.
“Leon, I’m actually serious!” you gently nudged him in the chest before turning away from him in a huff, but continuing to glance at him out of the corner of your eye.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he admitted, and immediately saw how you stopped pouting in offense and turned to face him again. There was something sweet about this emotional side of yours, and he couldn’t stop watching as you switched gears like a lever. “I won’t joke like that anymore… for now.”
You were about to say something in response to his playful wink when he suddenly knelt down in front of you, cupped your big pregnant belly in his hands, and kissed it, “bye-bye, princess, be good and don’t kick too hard. Dada will be back with you soon.”
That moment melted your heart so quickly that you didn’t even notice how he straightened up and gently kissed you, pouring all his love for you into that kiss. You returned his kiss, and now you were even more convinced of how deeply you loved this sarcastic man.
“I love you, my love,” he whispered against your lips, “even if I’m thousands of miles away from you.”
With those words, the front door closed behind him, leaving you completely alone. Now the house was quiet, which was very unusual for this place. You two had always spent time together, laughing, learning something new, or simply relaxing in silence—him at his laptop, and you with a book or your phone in hand.
And after a couple of seconds, you couldn’t resist running to the window, clinging to the windowsill with one hand and waving to him with the other, a sad smile on your face. Leon noticed this, and, catching your gaze, smiled and honked at you in response, as if saying goodbye, before driving out of the driveway and turning the corner, where you could no longer watch him.
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Coughing up blood, anxious thoughts crept into his already foggy mind. Would he survive this mission, or was he doomed to fail? Leon had always found a way out of any situation, no matter how dire, but now he was powerless.
The virus had progressed significantly; his body was weakening, and his legs could barely keep him upright. No, he probably wouldn’t live to see the infection take hold. He squeezed his eyes shut so tightly that his eye sockets ached, praying that if all this was destined to end, it would happen quickly, faster—as if, simply by opening his eyes, he would find himself in a painless paradise.
At first, a loud ringing filled his ears, and then it grew so quiet that his brain couldn’t process what was happening right now. His breathing became slow and steady, as if everything had receded into the background. As if his fate weren’t being decided right now.
However, the relentless, merciless burning in his temples reminded him that he was still firmly chained to this hell. No matter how happy he might be, he would still return and almost sacrifice himself for others—such was his possible fate.
To die where it all began.
But not this time.
Fate was on his side again—if one could call Chris Redfield’s fighters fate; without them, Leon and Grace would hardly have been able to make it to the surface on their own. Each of them is busy with their tasks, having first checked both of them for serious injuries or bruises.
But Leon would hardly be breathing right now if it weren’t for Grace—a fragile but brave girl from the FBI. She has obvious potential that she’s bound to unlock in the future, though even today she’s shown courage, holding a gun in her hands in front of a zombie for perhaps the first time.
Looking at her, he remembered himself as a young man, just as inexperienced, young, and unaware of the world’s horrors. Besides, they were both willing to take risks to save others—that made him smile tenderly. He didn’t care that he was covered in dust, that there was a bright red scratch on his forearm, or that the wound on his neck, left by Victor’s scalpel, still ached, but right now he was glad she was safe.
In that short time, he had grown accustomed to her company, even though he’d initially thought she was a worthless FBI agent; but the truth lay much deeper, and he was glad he’d gotten to know her better. He should make an effort to build connections more often, beyond just his coworkers, friends, and family. Having connections in the FBI would be very useful.
And, after asking how she was doing, he realized it was best not to worry her too much right now; she still looked dazed, even as she tried to smile in response to his support. A blanket covered her shoulders so she wouldn’t get cold, and the mug of hot drink she was holding with both hands was surely burning her skin.
Leon is proud of her; she saved a couple of lives just like he did. Without her, he probably wouldn’t have managed; he would have found the antidote, but it would probably have been too late.
The faint smile on her face reminded him of you; he’d seen the same sweet smile on your face when you were shy and giggled; a pleasant warmth spread through his chest, even though he wasn’t wearing a jacket (which he’d lost yet again).
A little over a day had passed, and he already missed you, as if it had been an eternity since he’d held you in his arms… But imagine his surprise when he heard your voice behind him—for a second he thought it was a hallucination from lack of sleep, but when he turned around, Leon really did see you a couple of meters away.
Without hesitation, he walked toward you with a slight smirk and tossed the now-unnecessary gloves from his hands; his wedding ring glinted in the light before he finally sensed your presence beside him.
His body, throbbing with pain, relaxed, and it seemed as though he could feel your little one start to kick. That was all he’d wanted for the past few hours; he didn’t need anything more.
And his eyes filled with tears of happiness when you enthusiastically began to explain why you were there: after he left, your little one had started kicking more often—which meant the birth was just around the corner, and you couldn’t wait any longer to tell him the news.
Leaving a message or calling—that’s not your style.
Leon never in his life thought he’d one day have the chance to process and come to terms with his trauma, to stop drinking every day, almost building towers out of empty beer cans. And most importantly, to become a father someday.
But now, soon he’ll be able to hold your daughter in his arms, to see if she’s inherited your charming smile or his blue eyes. He can’t wait to spoil his two beloved girls, because you both deserve it.
Especially you, who clearly manipulated Chris with your situation just to see him as soon as possible. You probably wouldn’t leave him alone, bombarding him with messages and nearly breaking into his house so he’d take you along with his fighters. Chris didn’t want to get on the wrong side of a woman who could start a conversation with tears and end it with a near-fight, so he agreed to do it.
Leon would bring him a couple of cans of beer later as a thank-you, but that didn’t change the fact that the idea had been crazy—and it had touched his heart.
But right now, you both have been home all day. Safe and comfortable.
It was getting dark outside; a bright crescent moon peeked out alongside tiny stars in the sky. A couple of minutes later, the sound of running water subsides. When he returns, he’s already changed—his worn tactical gear has been replaced by soft gray sweatpants and a dark shirt, loose on his frame. Comfortable.
He’s human again.
He settles onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard. The mattress sags under his weight with its familiar creak. The TV hums quietly; some late-night program is on, serving more to create background noise than to attract attention. You were nearby, doing pull-ups, doing light exercises to induce labor early. You’re already in your fortieth week, and you’re worried about the birth. You’ve read up on forums and heard recommendations from doctors that you can do light exercises to help induce labor. True, nothing has helped yet, but you’re not going to give up.
“The baby will be born when she’s ready. You just need to be patient, sweetheart,” he interrupted you, and you looked at him with a worried expression.
“I know, I know,” you shake your head and exhale, taking deep breaths in and out, “I just want to give birth already, because I can’t wait to sleep on my stomach again.”
You gave a wry smile and looked down, stroking your pregnant belly, before carefully climbing into bed next to Leon. His arms gently wrapped around you, pulling you close to his body and drawing you down to lie beside him. You felt calmer as he gently stroked your pregnant belly, and you closed your eyes, relaxing in his strong arms.
“You know, there’s something we could try…”, he murmured thoughtfully, playing with the hem of his old t-shirt on your body; he liked that you wore his old clothes, even if the hem of the T-shirt came almost to your knees.
You opened your eyes and looked up at his face; it seemed to glow with the idea that had just popped into his head. “just don’t tell me it’s tea. I’ve already been offered some, thanks.”
“No! Not tea!” he laughed. “Prostaglandins.”
“Huh?” you raised an eyebrow questioningly, not understanding what your husband was talking about. You’d heard of them, but didn’t really know much about the subject.
“I read an article today, and it says that prostaglandins can help dilate the cervix.”
“And how will that help me? What if it doesn’t work, and there’s something in there that could harm the baby?”
“Well, we’ll get undressed, and I’ll show you just how much I adore this body…” Leon lowered his voice as he continued to hold you close and press you against him, as much as was even possible with your pregnant belly, “And boom! Prostaglandins! And we’ll cum…”
“Are you an idiot?” you asked him point-blank, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. His story made you chuckle; you couldn’t believe how that had even crossed his mind.
“Maybe so, but there’s a theory that sex induces labor,” a wide, sly smile spread across his face before he continued, “the way the baby comes in is the way it comes out.”
“Damn it, Leon!” A blush spread across your cheeks as you were ready to kill him for that joke, but he just burst out laughing. And he only laughed harder because you gently punched him in the chest, even though you’d planned for that to calm him down. “We’re supposed to be talking about serious stuff, aren’t we?”
“Okay, okay, no jokes, sweetie,” he exhaled softly, trying not to laugh, but a smile was still on his face; gentler than the sarcastic one before, “if you want to sleep as much as possible in the coming days, I’m all for it, but I was thinking that after the baby is born, we won’t be able to be… intimate again for a while?”
He continued, “so I’m just saying we could take advantage of this opportunity.”
“Well, I think we can give it a try. Sex is actually good for the baby, so we should try.”
“Really?! Come here, sweetheart”
His lips met yours, exchanging slow kisses as you breathed into his mouth. You ran your hands over his muscular back, simply savoring the feel of his smooth skin. His fingers gently squeezed your thighs, gripping them to roll you both over; you lay beneath him, more comfortable that way, before he leaned down to kiss you again. Your back arched slightly, your fingers burrowing into his dark locks, pushing as the kisses began to travel lower: trails wet with saliva ran down to your neck and chest, until his nose was buried in your breasts.
Leon lifted his head and looked at you, reaching out toward your breast and hovering over it, “Can I touch them? “I know they’re very sensitive, but I’ll try to be careful.”
“Yes, please,” your voice was hoarse with excitement. Sliding the thin fabric of your DSO-logo t-shirt aside, Leon lightly brushed your breast, causing you to exhale.
Lately, your whole body has become so sensitive, and your milk-filled breasts are almost always leaking milk, so you’ve stopped wearing bras. It’s convenient, and in this case, it saves time from having to remove an extra item of clothing from your body. He admires your breasts, gently touching them at first until you nod, letting him know he can go further. When Leon runs his finger over your swollen nipple, you gasp, and he smiles, but tries to do it more gently, “mhm, so soft… and swollen.”
His fingers continue to caress your nipples, gently squeezing one between them while he cups and massages the other. You relax beneath him, close your eyes again, and your breathing evens out. You’ve been craving this so much lately, ever since your breasts became too heavy and you desperately needed a massage.
“I’ve enjoyed watching the changes in your body over the last few months, but I have to say, your breasts are my favorite change in you,” he exhales, and his hand shifts position to give the other breast the same attention, “you’re so beautiful to me, sweetheart…”
“Are you deliberately embarrassing me with compliments?” you asked him and swallowed hard, feeling your panties get wetter.
You’re dripping with arousal just from playing with your sensitive breasts, and because of that, you squeezed your legs together. Your husband is too busy with your tits to notice that right now.
“I can’t help but compliment you when I see you,” he teased you with a smile, making you roll your eyes in annoyance, but your annoyance quickly vanished when you felt his warm breath on your breast. Because he’s kissing them right now, barely touching your skin with his lips, “can I suck on them, baby? I know you’re very sensitive, but… I love how it drives you wild.”
“Yes,” you moan, giving him the green light.
“Yes? Mhmm…”
Your head falls back onto the pillows as his lips wrap around your nipple, licking it, making you quietly breathe out his name. You whimper, your hand stroking your big pregnant belly as you feel the pressure of arousal building in your lower abdomen. At this rate, Leon will make you come if he doesn’t stop.
“Damn, I love it when you arch your back like that,” he whispers against your skin, pulling away for a couple of seconds to kiss and start licking your other nipple. His pale blue eyes were hazy with lust, staring straight at you, studying your reaction as you looked up at him through half-closed eyes. Your cheeks were flushed, and a drop of sweat trickled down your temple—your appearance gave him away that you were aroused, “you need attention somewhere else, hmm?”
“Uh-huh,” you moan pleadingly, watching as he leaves a couple more wet kisses on your chest before moving lower toward your panties. “please”
“There, let’s slide them aside…” His fingers hooked the edge of your panties to pull them down to your ankles, leaving them there forgotten, before turning his attention to your wet pussy, feeling your wetness with his fingers; his thumb pressed against your clit, and a smirk spread across his face at the sound of your moan, “baby, you’re so wet…”
“I’m going to miss you looking like this,” Leon couldn’t resist kissing your big pregnant belly, brushing your belly button as his lips trailed downward until they finally reached your pubic mound, “your body is so amazing—you’re growing a mini version of the two of us…” he smiled softly, looking up at you again, “i have to say, I now understand the breeding kink…”
“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” his free hand gripped your thigh, massaging it gently in his strong hands, “because I want to taste you before we do… the prostaglandin evacuation.”
“Hey!” you exclaimed, “you promised no more jokes!”
“Sorry, sorry! No more smirks, I promise!”
Leon chuckled one last time and settled comfortably between your legs, his hot breath scorching your sensitive spot. You blush, and your legs instinctively start to close, but he effortlessly spreads them apart again. He leans in, pressing his nose against your clit and inhaling your scent deeply. Breathing in your scent. It was wild, but your pussy tightened at his movement.
Leon moans, his mouth filling with saliva, as if he’s preparing to taste you for the first time. He could no longer resist and ran the rough strip from your hole to your eager clit, and this unfamiliar sensation took your breath away. During your pregnancy, it had felt alien to you because of your heightened sensitivity. But, God, how good it felt
“Leon...”, you whimper as he gently kisses your clitoris, then again, and again. Your legs tremble sweetly with every kiss. The sound of your voice as you say his name drives him wild; his tongue frantically traces every crevice of your vagina. His pretty little nose presses against your clitoris in the most heavenly way. When he tried to look up at your face, the view was blocked by your swollen belly.
Over the past few months, as it had grown significantly, the two of you had to stick to certain positions where this wasn’t a problem. Even when Leon was pleasuring you with his mouth, he only realized for a second that he’d lost sight of your facial expression, quickly realizing that you couldn’t see his movements either, and this gave him a unique opportunity to surprise his wife.
He wraps his wet lips around your clitoris, aggressively sucking on the delicate bundle of nerves, placing one of his large hands on your stomach, stroking it while you whimper, arching your back, “Oh, Leon…”
“Don’t hold back,” he tells you, and your hips tremble gently around his face and head. He considered using his fingers, but quickly decided you were still too sensitive. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, so he decided that simply licking your pussy would be enough. At this moment, your fingers tried to find the top of his head to grab his hair, but you couldn’t reach it, groping blindly because of your big pregnant belly.
At that moment, your head felt heavy; you couldn’t lift it off the soft pillow, so with a quiet whimper, you moaned in mild disappointment and clenched the sheets of your bed into a small ball, squeezing them desperately tight. Leon’s attention was fixed on your swollen clitoris; he sucked and nibbled at it, ignoring his aching erection in his pants. Anything, just to hear your desperate moans and pleas. He could tell you were ready to come by the way your body trembled in his arms, the way your hips tried to push toward his mouth.
Not to mention the plaintive sobs escaping your sweet lips. The moment he pulled back slightly so your eyes met, something tightened in your stomach. You threw your head back as sharp pleasure flooded your trembling body. A wild tremor in your limbs and sweet cries that only made him press his hips harder against the mattress. Your voice wavered, growing slightly hoarse, as you moaned his name, “Leon!”
Leon lapped up every drop of your juices flowing from your pussy, moaning at the bittersweet taste—one he’d felt on his tongue before. And he kept licking your pussy until he decided he’d had enough, covering your belly and torso with kisses until his face hovered over yours. You looked so beautiful and breathless that he could think of nothing but how you would look taking his cock one last time, pregnant with your little one.
“Are you okay?” he asked you, concerned for your well-being, even though you looked absolutely stunning. “Do you feel up to more?”
You nodded, “Yes, I think I’m ready.”
Leon leaned in and gently kissed you on the lips. You whimpered when he pulled away abruptly, dissatisfied with the brevity of the kiss. And you watch, staring at his lips as you bite yours, hoping he’ll get the hint. Needless to say, he got your hint perfectly. But you were running out of breath, so you pulled away quickly after what seemed like a fleeting kiss.
And that’s when you noticed how his chin glistened with your essence. The warm light from the bedside lamp reflected off it, making it sparkle, which made you giggle and reach out to wipe his stubble, “You’re dirty, Leon.”
“I know,” he exhales, and his hands rest on your hips again. He doesn’t pull away from your thumb, which is wiping his chin as if he were a little child, “thank you, you didn’t have to.”
Leon kissed you on the lips and noticed that your breathing had steadied; now you were breathing deeply and calmly, feeling wonderful. But you’re not going to stop there, are you?
“On your knees, sweetheart,” he gently commanded you, a playful note in his voice. He helped you get down on all fours, holding you steady until he was completely sure you were stable. But his hands still held your hips, and he whistled softly at the sight of you, wet from your orgasm, your juices trickling down the inside of your thighs. “Oh… you’re dripping all over.”
Leon lowered one hand to pull his sweatpants and boxers down, exposing his already hard cock, pulsing slightly in his fist. And he rubbed the head against your clit, making you sigh; your head fell back, and your fingers clenched the sheets tighter. You curse, your breathing ragged as your mouth goes dry again,
“Fuck, Leon…”
“Do you like it when I squeeze your thigh and rub my cock against your clit, mm?” Even though he knows the answer perfectly well, he asks you anyway, wanting to hear that cherished «yes» from your lips.
“Yeah, that feels good,” you moan.
His pale blue eyes watch as his hand, gripping the base of his cock, guides the swollen head up and down your crotch, coating your skin with his oozing pre-cum, and a muffled sigh escapes his lips. It looked so sexy, and a little more, and he wouldn’t have been able to control himself.
“Mmm, fuck, baby,” Leon moaned softly, smearing his essence across your skin. “Are you ready? I’ll go in slowly…”
Finding his bearings and swaying slowly, pressing against your buttocks, he did it slowly. No matter how badly he needed release, he wanted to savor the sensation. And he hadn’t forgotten what had led to this moment. His hands broke away from your thighs, and, moving in and out of you unhurriedly, Leon began massaging your lower back, where most of your belly’s weight rested.
He slid his hand down to cup the lower part of your swollen belly and relieve some of the tension, while his other hand stroked the sore muscles just above your tailbone. You moaned, whether from his massage or from the way he was making love to you—it didn’t matter. The main thing was that he was satisfying your needs and giving you pleasure in one way or another.
“Leon, Leon… F-fuck…,” you moaned loudly, lifting your flushed face from the crumpled pillow; he picked up the pace. One of your hands rested on the bed frame, gripping it tightly, while the other slid down, gently cupping your pregnant belly over his palm, feeling the baby kick. You felt your eyes roll back in pleasure as the tip of his cock caressed your sensitive spot, and it seemed like you were about to go crazy from his pace. “oh my, so deep…”
Saliva began to drip from the corner of your lips, and your forehead was covered in sweat. And then you felt Leon’s hand slide down to your waist, gripping it like a lever, creating the perfect angle to go deeper and hear more of your moans. His sighs and gasps began to echo through the room, making your walls tighten around him.
“You take me so well,” his hoarse voice didn’t immediately register in your mind, clouded by lust. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against your back, and easily subdued your body, his palm gently squeezing your thigh. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me tight,”
Leon moaned in a low, deep groan. As his cock continued to move in and out, the sound of your juices and his pre-cum created a sloshing noise that harmonized with the fresh sheets beneath you. “I can barely move inside you...”
His other hand slid from your stomach to your milk-swollen breast, massaging and gently pulling on your nipple to draw a sigh from your lips, then moved downward in search of your clitoris. He began to tease it with precise, quick, and gentle movements. You were about to lose your mind.
“It feels… it feels like you’re just sucking me into you and don’t want to let go,” his voice still echoed; you didn’t quite understand his words because your orgasm was starting to build again. It was your second, but it felt like the third or fourth. “and you’re close, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Leon... ahh, almost!” you whispered as his hands lifted your body, pressing your back against his chest. One hand cupped your head, applying no pressure, just to support you, while the other slid down your stomach, also feeling your daughter’s kicks—thanks to whom you were more sensitive, swollen, and beautiful right now.
“Baby, you’re so incredible,” he moaned behind you. Your hands wrapped around his hips again, desperately trying to hold on as his hips mercilessly pounded your ass. “I love you so much.”
Your back arched and your eyes rolled back as the orgasm finally crashed over you like a train. Your whole body trembled, a strange wave of goosebumps ran through it, as an unusual sensation in your stomach unlike a normal orgasm washed over you, and your juices trickled down your thighs in a thin stream, soaking his cock and the already soiled sheets beneath both of you.
For a few seconds, he loosened his grip on your body, turning you back into a limp mass. He held you tight and pulled you close, but kept thrusting into you. His moans and loud gasps from the thrusts filled the room before he let out a groan and released everything inside you. You collapsed onto his chest, gasping for breath and trying to catch your breath.
“You were so amazing, you took everything you needed,” you felt Leon kiss the top of your head, holding and rocking you in his strong arms while you felt his cum dripping out of your overflowing body. “and, wait, did you squirt all over me?”
“Mhm?”, still dazed, you looked up at his face, then down at your pregnant belly, cupping it with your hands and feeling it as if you were seeing it for the first time. That strange sensation was still there, and it definitely wasn’t a squirt. It seems… “I think my water broke, Leon.”
“Your water broke?”, he asked you, not believing it. The harmless theory had worked; he hadn’t thought you’d actually go into labor after he came inside you. It sounds like complete nonsense. And as soon as that split-second of disbelief passed, his government agent mode kicked in immediately, completely forgetting about sex, “fuck, get dressed! I’ll grab the bags, and we need to get in the car…”
“Don’t panic, or I’ll panic too,” you exhaled, trying to stay calm and breathe deeply.
“Okay, okay, just stay calm and collected. Got it,” Leon wrapped his arms around you, exhaling, “sweetheart… we’re having a baby today…”
He was overjoyed, barely holding back his emotions, and kissed you on the forehead.
“I love you, I love you so damn much.”
“I love you too, Leon,” you looked up at him and smiled gently, “are you happy?”
“Of course, I’m happy. Scared… but happy,” he confessed to you, “and I can’t wait to meet her.”
He kissed you gently on the lips, his hand soothingly stroking your back to comfort you, before reluctantly pulling away from your face, “let’s go.”
