I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more
Pairing: Simon Nemec x Pregnant!reader
Summary: Simon tries to cheer up his pregnant girlfriend
Warning: pregnancy, angst, insecurities, Simon being sweet, brief talk about abortion, fluff ending, lightly proofread, spelling and grammar mistakes.
A/N: Listen, I had an idea, but no plan. I also was sleep deprived when I wrote this💜.
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Simon had a rare day off from the Devils, and he had the whole day planned for you. Sleep in, cook your favorite breakfast, and then finish building the furniture in the nursery. Not because he was stalling or distracted, but you’ve ordered so much baby furniture during your nesting stage.
Simon cracked his eyes open, assuming to find you wrapped in his arms, it was always his favorite way to start his day, but you weren’t there. He was cuddling a pillow instead of his beautiful flower were you in the bathroom? Why didn’t you wake him up? He’s been in helicopter mode ever since you hit your third trimester, wherever you were, he wasn’t too far behind, and don’t get him started on how he acts when he’s on a roadie. He’s constantly texting or facetimeing.
“Kvet?” Simon called out, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, hoping you were just in the bathroom. “Kvet?” Simon repeated a little louder, but still no answer. Simon hopped out of bed, trying to keep his heart steady. He desperately needed to find you, to make sure you were safe, to make sure his daughter was safe.
His heart dropped to his stomach when he heard a loud thud coming from the walk-in closet. He ran in to find you on the floor, pouting, wearing a baby tee that wouldn’t dare go near the curve of your bump and your favorite ripped denim shorts that sat at your knees. You rubbed your 8-month bump, sighing in defeat. Simon felt relieved that you or the baby weren’t harmed.
Simon had a bittersweet smile on his lips. The pregnancy was an accident, celebrating your third anniversary with drinks and passionate sex. Neither of you could remember whether or not you used protection…then it became blatantly clear you didn’t when the tests both came back positive. It was obviously nerve-wracking for both of you due to the fact that you both are young, Simon’s hockey schedule taking the majority of his time, and you went into a spiral. Simon, who was also panicking but didn’t show it because that isn’t what you needed, once he helped calm you down, he gave you some reassurance, “My beautiful kvet, everything will be alright. If you don’t want this, then we can go to the clinic. If you do, we’ll figure it out, okay. It’s your choice because it is your body, I will support you no matter what”.
Simon sat on his knees in front of you. “I did it again,” You whispered, not meeting his eyes. Simon reassured you that it just meant the baby was healthy, would always shower you in compliments, and physical touch, so you would know that he still loved you.
Though you couldn’t help but torment yourself by looking at your pre-maternity photos. Mirror selfies, pictures with your friends, Pictures with your boyfriend, Simon. Then your cruel brain did what it always does…tell you that you should try your regular clothes because it’s not that bad, and as usual, you listen.
“I’m sorry.” Your voice wavered, wiping your teary eyes. Simon felt his heart tear. “Kvet, it’s okay. You don’t need to apologize,” Simon assured in a soft tone. Simon wiped the tears you missed. “I’m fat,” you wheeped, still not making eye contact with your boyfriend. “Kvet,” Simon held your chin and guided your eyes to his. “I’m sorry you feel uncomfortable, but I still think you are gorgeous.” Simon verifies, smooshing your cheek with his lips so you know he was serious.
It kills Simon that he can’t squash this insecurity; the guys from the team would share stories of their mistakes, so he wouldn’t make the same. How badly he wanted to say “you’re not fat” or “you're pregnant,” he knew that wouldn’t solve anything, and those are the last things you needed to hear.
“Do you still find me sexually attractive?” You wondered, Simon didn’t hesitate, “Yes,” he tucked a chunk of your hair behind your ear. “Do you still want to have sex with me?” You questioned, and Simon gave a kind smile. “I’m like a thirteen-year-old boy when I’m around you,” Simon admitted. You let out a giggle. Simon did the only thing he thought would show that his answers were genuine; he littered your face with kisses; you practically had to shove him off you.
“Can you help me out of this?” you huffed, struggling to get your shirt off. “Of course,” Simon nodded. Your boyfriend strips your clothes; he kept his face neutral so you wouldn’t spiral again, though it wasn’t much effort. “Do you want my shirt?” Simon offered, thinking it would help, you nod and Simon pulled his shirt off over his head. “Arms up for me, my pekný kvietok.” Simon prompted, you did, and Simon helped you into it. When he pulled away, he noticed you melted into the shirt that swallowed you whole. “Better?” Simon wondered, you nodded.
Simon knew that pregnancy is temporary and so are your struggles that are entangled with it, but it didn’t matter to him; all that mattered was you and your well-being.
