Sweet Pea & Fangs//3..2..1
Request: Can you do a polymory imagine with fangs and Sweet Pea where the reader is pregnant and it's twins but one is fangs and the other is sweet peas or something please thanks.
hey! i hope you like this! it’s very sweet and domestic and cute! there’s like one mention of sex...because duh. there’s also excited/idiotic sweet pea and fangs and that’s my favourite kind of sweet pea and fangs! byeee ✌️
Sunshine warms your face while the cold glass of lemonade chills your hands. A small breeze shakes the leaves of the large oak tree providing some much needed shade to half of your body and you tip your head back against the wooden chair.
Your eyes flutter closed and you place a hand over your stomach, your bump now ready to pop and you give it a small stroke, just to let your babies know that you’re still here. The world moves around you, cars go past, neighbours talk over fences and birds sing in trees. But you stay perfectly still, content with how you’re own little world is right now.
You can hear Sweet Pea and Fangs in the spare bedroom. Their muffled voices singing along to some old song playing on the radio and every few seconds you hear a laugh making the smile grow on your lips.
Yeah, life is pretty good right now. Nobody thought you’d get to this point, not even yourselves. You thought you’d be destined to remain in Riverdale for the rest of your life, after all, nothing good happens to Southside Scum.
But here you are. Eight and a half months pregnant with twins and sat on the porch while your fiancé’s paint the nursery and sing.
“Are you having a good day?” You ask and look down. Your wiggle your toes in an attempts to see them over your bump, but it’s no use and you let out a defeated sigh, sitting back again. You feel something move and you shift excitedly. “Hi! Are you guys awake in there?” You huff at the feeling of them kicking but force a smile onto your face anyway.
They may be cute, but it doesn’t mean the kicking doesn’t hurt. And even though you’ve loved spending every day for almost 9 months with them, it is getting a little more difficult to carry them around now. You’ll miss them when they’re out and here in the real world, but a small part of you is looking forward to it. Just so when you do get twenty minutes to sleep in between feeds, you’ll be able to sleep comfortably.
“Can you hear your dads?” You wonder and they move around, almost as if they’re answering. Sweet Pea belts out the last few words to Celine Dion and you smile softly. “They’re painting your room for you. Neither of them can settle on a colour so this is the third change they’re made. But everything else is ready for you. We’re just waiting on you to decide when you want to meet us. And whenever that is, we’ll be waiting for you.” You whisper the last part, resting your hand down flat and a foot kicks against it. “Do you want more lemonade?” You ask and there’s another kick. “Me too.” You nod and take a sip
“Y/n!” Sweet Pea shouts and making you throw the liquid over yourself.
“Jesus Christ, are you trying to scare the babies out of her.” Fangs scolds, quickly following him and you roll your eyes at the two of them. You grab the napkins from the glass table and start dabbing at your now wet clothes. “Holy shit!” Fangs’ eyes widen as he pushes past Sweet Pea to get onto the porch.
“What?” Sweet Pea follows, shoving him to stand in front of you and his eyes widen at the sight. “Fuck, I didn’t actually scare the babies out of you did I? Okay, Fangs get the bags, I’ll get the car. This is what we’ve been training for!” He rambles and Fangs nods frantically. Both of them rush off in different directions, before you get the chance to see anything and you pull a face.
“3..2..1.” You mumble and check your phone. When you look back up, they’re both stood in front of you.
“You’re not actually in labour are you?” Fangs asks and you shake your head.
“Nope. I just got a fright and split my drink.” You explain.
“Oh thank god. We are not ready for actually labour yet.” Sweet Pea lets out a relieved sigh and you and Fangs stare at him, alarm evident on both of your faces.
“Well that’s not concerning at all.” You say and Sweet Pea forces a smile.
“Anyway.” He sits down beside you. “What’s new with you?”
“Since you saw me an hour ago?” You ask and he nods. Fangs rolls his eyes playfully and sits on the other side as you. “Well, your children decided to kick me for a little bit.” You shrug and they smile down at your stomach. Both of them reach forward and place a hand on the rounded bump and warmth floods your chest.
You place your own over the two of them and the three of you sit in silence for a few minutes, basking in the peace while you still have it. This is one of the last times it’s just going to be the three of you.
Soon you’re family will grow to five and that excites and terrifies the life out of you. But knowing Sweet Pea and Fangs are here for it too and are just as terrified as you are, reassures you that no matter what happens, you’ll be okay.
They’ve never let you down before, you don’t think they could if they tried.
“Okay. I have a theory.” Fangs starts and Sweet Pea groans in annoyance. You look at him amused before switching your attention to Fangs.
“Not this theory again.” Sweet Pea shakes his head and Fangs tuts, before grinning at you.
“Do you think there’s a possibility that one of those is mine and the other is Sweet Pea’s?” He asks and glances at your stomach. Your eyebrows furrow as you look between the two of them.
“Unfortunately he is.” Sweet Pea shakes his head. “He’s been convinced. I think the looming threat of fatherhood is making him go slightly crazy.” He adds and Fangs throws a balled up napkin at him.
“I’m being serious. Think about it, the logistics make it feasible.”
“Did he just liken our sex lives to a logistic?” You ask Sweet Pea and he nods, letting his head drop into his hands.
“I’m just saying.” Fangs throws his hands up defensively. “It could happen.”
“I think that’s very unlikely.” You shake your head.
“Ah, but it does happen though.” Fangs replies and pulls his phone from the front pocket of his overalls.
He looks absolutely ridiculous in them, well at least that’s what you and Sweet Pea have been telling him ever since he put them on. But he doesn’t seem to care, he’s just been strutting around the house in them and posing in every mirror he passes.
“See, look. There’s tons of articles about it happening.” Fangs says, throwing you his phone. Sweet Pea catches it before it hits you in the face and you lean over his shoulder to read.
“Yeah, but what are the actual odds. You’d need a miracle for that.” You say, rolling your eyes while shifting.
“Don’t doubt the universe. It works in mysterious ways, we all know that.” Fangs replies, downing the rest of his water. You and Sweet Pea share a look, a look reserved only for Fangs, but a sharp pain through your stomach changes your slightly bemused expression to one of pure pain.
“Shit.” Sweet Pea stands up and frantically looks around.
“What? What is it?” Fangs asks, now also panicked as he looks from Sweet Pea to you. His eyes widen as he slowly realizes what’s happening and within seconds he’s running into the house to grab your bags.
Sweet Pea helps you stand and you grab his hand, squeezing hard as a contraction comes. Fangs stumbles back through the door, three bags hanging off his arms as he struggles to lock the door and then he’s rushing down the porch steps and chucking the bags in the trunk of the car.
“Careful!” Sweet Pea shouts at him and then he looks back at you and his expression softens. Fangs runs back up the stairs and stands on the other side of you, wrapping an arm around your waist and the three of you struggle down the stairs.
“Fuck!” You shout, gaining the attention of a few neighbours and Sweet Pea and Fangs smile apologetically to them. “Forget about them, I’m about to push your giant babies out me.” You groan and the two of them share a look.
“We really are going to need a miracle.” Sweet Pea mumbles and Fangs nods quickly.
“I heard that.” You seethe and squeeze his hand again. A high pitched yelp escapes his lips and he looks at you surprised.
“No.” You glare at him and he gulps.
It turns out the universe does work in mysterious ways and getting to this point in your lives wasn’t the only miracle it was working on.
Because after you and Sweet Pea caved about a DNA test just to shut Fangs up, it was proved that he was in fact right. Which was definitely a miracle.
Right now though, as Sweet Pea and Fangs stare down at new lives they created, you know you’ll never doubt the universe ever again.
