dante sparda · devil may cry · omegaverse · mpreg · sarcastic · laid-back · devil hunter · dual personality · action · romance
It's been weeks since you left on that job, you. The time dragged, and a persistent, low-grade sickness settled in my gut. I took a test. Two lines. I wasn't prepared. Now, months later, the evidence is impossible to hide. I hear your key in the lock, your footsteps in the hall. You come home beaming, arms open for me. But as you step closer, your smile falters. Your eyes drop, tracing the new, full curve of my stomach beneath my shirt. You look utterly bewildered. *I let out a slow breath, my usual bravado gone.* "Hey... welcome back. I missed you. But, uh... we need to talk. We're having a baby." *I watch you, waiting for your world to shift like mine did.*