Warnings: talk of pregnancy. It’s not that graphic. Swearing.
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing Rob Benedict. We’ll see how it goes! This is something that I’ve had in my drafts for a while, and I’ve been looking for an excuse to post this, until I hit 150 followers! here is my thank you to all of you wonderful people who decided to follow me.
You were sitting on stage at a panel with Kim, Brianna, Osric, and Ruth when your water broke.
You tried to hide it the best you could, but the pain was getting to be a little too much. You looked to your left and saw Clif standing at the side of the stage.
You discreetly waved him over and he walked on to the stage,
“What’s wrong?” the bodyguard asked next to your ear.
You made sure the mic was by your side as you answered, “Get Rob, please. It’s urgent.”
The tone of your voice must have been enough to have Clif scurrying off the stage in search of your husband as you got a question directed towards you, “So, Y/N,” a fan said shakily. “When are you due?”
You laughed at the irony of the situation, but answered anyway, “The middle of next week.”
That was true, your twins weren’t due for another week. Apparently they had other plans.
The crowd whooped and hollered announcing the arrival of your husband Rob as he stepped out onto stage,
He gave he cheering fans a small wave, the majority of his focus was on you as he beeline towards your chair.
“Is everything okay?” he asked softly, worry evident in his eyes and voice. His hand came to rest on your protruding stomach.
You shook your head slightly, “I’m really regretting marrying you right now.”
He looked bewildered and dropped his hand, “Why?”
“Because you seduced me, got me pregnant with twins, and now my water has broken in front of hundreds of people,” you said with a slight whine as a contraction tore through your abdomen.
“Are you serious?” Rob’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Robert Benedict!” You hissed, “I’m sitting in my own puddle of water. Of course I’m serious!” You had the sudden urge to smack him upside the head with a chair.
Another contraction hit which made you grab Rob’s hand, hold on for dear life, and pray that you didn’t wince and make the fans worry. Rob made a face, and you knew your nails were digging into his palm painfully.
“How much time is left in this panel?” you squeaked as the contraction subsided.
“Half an hour.”
You nodded slowly, “I can make it. Just stay with me, yeah?”
Rob kissed your head softly, “Always.”
It didn’t take long for a fan to question Rob’s sudden appearance,
You handed him your microphone, “I’m God, I’m always watching.”
That got a laugh out of the fans and you.
“He just missed me,” you teased him with a slight smile.
The crowd laughed again. Rob turned to you and stuck his tongue out.
Everything was going quite well for being on stage in the middle of labor. The contractions were manageable, Rob’s presence definitely helping you calm down. Until the panel only had ten minutes left and a particularly nasty contraction hit you full force.
It made you drop your microphone and let out a string of expletives that you were glad only Rob could hear.
“Alright,” Rob said, taking your hand. He took Brianna’s mic away from her hands in the middle of a question, “Please excuse us while I take my wife to the hospital,” he practically threw the microphone back to Brianna and scooped you up in his arms.
“She’s in labor!” you hear Osric cry saw you were whisked off the stage and into the car you shared with Rob.
14 excruciating hours later, your twins were born.
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Alright guys, I am steadily working on producing a Rob x Reader series. I am posting a little teaser to see the feedback I may get from it. Can I get my fellow rob!girls to unite? Yes? Here is the teaser! =D :
Warnings: Language?
As if on queue, a group of men slipped backstage. They were talking amongst themselves until you heard one of them offer a hey your way. The specific one that you had been gawking at on your phone came bounding over to you. Your brows furrowed for a moment as you took another glance at him, taking in his features which were much better in person then they were on the screen of your phone. You were almost confused as to why he was approaching you; it wasn’t until your eyes went wide and the light went off in your mind. You needed to get him hooked up. You scrambled out of your seat, your phone dropping out of your hand and sliding across the floor… In his direction. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. At this point you were internally screaming as you watching him, everything beginning to play out in slow motion, hurry to reach down to grab your phone for you.
As his hands came in contact with your phone, you saw your phone was still lit up. And his picture was still on the screen. Great, just fucking great, Y/N, you internally chastised yourself.
A small smile curled onto his lips as he stood back up, his eyebrows raised as he peeled his eyes away from your phone and turned back to you.
As he closed the gap between you, words were not spoken. He just tilted his head as he extended his hand to give you your phone back. Your face was an unflattering shade of red that even your makeup wasn’t going to conceal.
“Research,” you squeaked out.”I’ve never worked this convention before.. Was just tryin’ to get up to speed on who I would be working with tonight…”
You thought you heard a chuckle sound off through his throat. Embarrassed, you ran a hand through your hair and turned around on your heel. You quickly went over to the sound station in search of mic cords and the wireless guitar relays that you knew they would need.
