ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏɢᴀᴛᴇ | ᴠᴏx x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴏᴜʀ WIP
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: (MDNI) reader is in 2nd trimester. i promised a sneak peak so here u go this is unedited btw.
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
"How about these?" you point your phone to a package of generic diapers on the shelf of a store, hoping this choice would satiate the finicky demon you had on facetime.
"No, opt for the pricier ones," Vox says.
"More expensive doesn't always mean better.".
"Sure it does, sweetheart."
You sigh, "Vox, I really think the cheaper ones would be better. They have some "anti-leakage" guarantee thing that will be—"
"Now now," he begins in a condecsending tone, "who's card is it on?".
"Don't go there," you say through gritted teeth.
His smirk widens, "You didn't answer me, princess.".
You take a deep breath, attempting to hold your tongue against the cruel insults that conjured in your mind, "Yours. It's on your card.".
"Exactly!" he beams, feigning pride, "such a smart girl.".
"Don't be condescending! Jesus, why can't you just come and shop for this stuff yourself?"
Vox scoffs and rolls his eyes, "Because, if someone sees me hanging out with some pregnant chick then the whole plan is ruined. And if that happens, I'd be out of a kid, and you'd be an unemployed single mother.".
You lazily push the shopping cart in the deserted aisles, "I'm the only one in here, Vox. Believe it or not, not many people are looking to raise a kid in hell. I had to drive halfway across pride to even find a baby store.".
Vox sighs, a long dramatic sound that was becoming unfortunately familiar to you, "Fine. I guess I can make an appearance.".
"Okay, I'll send over the- OW!" your phone clatters to the floor as a sharp shock delivers into your hand. A blue bolt flashes out from your phone and materializes into Vox's form. "Vox," you say, clutching your hand, "what the hell?!"
"Relax, it'll fade," he says casually while straightening out his lapels.
"It's not gonna just," your voice trails off, watching the red mark and pain slowly disappear from your burned appendage, "...fade?". You sigh, allowing your body to relax after a brief moment of panic, "Don't do that again.".
Vox stares at you, not quite paying attention to your words, but instead is distracted by the way your free hand rests on the gentle bump of your stomach that had so quickly grown the past few months. He hums to himself, a smile slowly curving the corners of his lips.
"Vox?" you call out, "hello? Earth to Vox?"
"Hm?" his eyes shoot open, "Oh!". He clears his throat, a light blue blush brightening in the middle of his screen, "What, uh, what were you saying?".
