Over protective Kise x Pregnant!Reader

"_________,are you feeling hot?Get in the house now!"

"Go to hell,Ryouta.I'm fine by myself."

"But,_________..."

Shooting him a glare,he mumbled something softly before walking to the big delivery van.Watching him carry a few boxes,you tried to pick a plastic bag on the floor.A horrified yell shocked you,and the bag in your hand was snatched away.

"_________,you can't carry heavy things!Mind your body!Look at you,you're sweating tons!Go into the house,I'll carry it!"He yelled.Ignoring your deadpan expression,he tutted before pushing you into the apartment building.

Watching him struggle to pull you into the air conditioned house,your hand unconsciously rubbed your stomach.He was so sweet,cooking whatever you wanted to eat.He didn't mind your weird cravings,choosing to accommodate your temper when you started feeling like shit. 

Ryouta was immature in high school,girls flocking to him wherever he went.You had to endure the gaggle of girls snapping photos,shooting them dirty looks when their noise interrupted practice.Your brother Yukio ignored them,but you couldn't help but feel the urge to murder when one of the girls pretended to fall and hug Ryouta tightly when he caught her.

He seemed to enjoy being with you,hugging you whenever he had the chance.Yukio wasn't amused,threatening him whenever he got too close.You graduated from high school with him and went on to university,him taking care of you.He didn't confess to you,waiting till an appropriate time came.

Remembering his loud confession on TV,your face bloomed red.The interviewer was equally shocked,freezing for a moment before trying to talk about other topics.He had refused,continuing and causing the pen Yukio was holding to break into two.You had to hold Yukio back,preventing him from smashing the TV.

Clutching his hand tightly,you were met with a tight hug."What's wrong,_________?Does your stomach hurt?Do I need to call Midorima for a check up?"Enjoying his flustered face,you hesitated for a moment before smacking him on the head.

"I'm not that weak.Go and finish carrying the boxes here,I'm not going to help you.If anything disappears,I will hit you."Settling onto a soft sofa,his eyes seemed to light up and kissed you on the cheek before running down the stairs.

A quiet atmosphere surrounded the apartment,warm afternoon sunlight shining through the glass windows.The house was bare,but thoughts of paintings and photos on the pale yellow walls brightened you up.Humming slightly,you flipped through the pages of an old fashion magazine.

Large bold words on the front page announced that Ryouta was going to retire,articles of him having health problems or similar things in every newspaper.The paparazzi started stalking you,causing you to break down from the pressure in his arms.He whispered soothing words softly,before promising to solve the problem.

The next day,he held a conference and announced loudly that he was retiring not because of an affair or having an argument with his company,but because of his wife's pregnancy.He ended the conference with threats of calling the police if the stalking continued,causing you to tear up.He was so considerate,you could hardly believe that he was yours.

"_________,I have some cream puffs.Ice cream isn't good for pregnant women,so you have to make do with this."His voice had you spinning around to look at him,frowning slightly when you were denied the treat of ice cream.

Smiling at your pouting face,he laughed before settling onto the sofa.Placing a cream puff in your hand,you devoured it hungrily."You are going to make me fat,god damn it."

Ignoring your insults,he snuggled closer to you.Sitting behind you,he easily covered your smaller frame with his.Hand reaching to your stomach,he drew lazy circles."Our child is going to be so cute...I really want to see him."He stiffened for a moment,before turning you around gently.

"Can you try giving birth now?I wanna see him..."He was met with a punch to his stomach,doubling with fake pain as you continued to munch on your puff.He used to joke that the reason he had such a firm stomach was due to someone punching him daily,you ignoring that comment.

"If I really give birth now,I'll kill you.It's just been 4 months,you damn brat."Glaring at him,he smiled happily before snuggling again.A small pressure could be felt,and you groaned."Honestly,Ryouta.I know that you're excited,but there's no need for you to tickle me."

Turning around,you were met with golden eyes filled with confusion."Eh?But I didn't do anything."You would have scolded him,but you knew that he wasn't lying.Another small pressure,and you gasped loudly.Hands flying to your stomach,Ryouta's eyes grew wide.

He gently touched your stomach,eyes full of panic."What's wrong?!Is it...eh?"He seemed surprised,before touching the same spot again.Another small pressure could be felt,and you gasped when he pulled your shirt up for a better view.A small foot could be seen,and he beamed happily."He's kicking!"

Tears welled up,the fact of being a parent bringing pride to you.You gently wiped the teardrops away,smiling happily."He's kicking,Ryouta...He's kicking..."Pecking your cheek gently,his lips continued to your eyes.Gently kissing the tears away,he smiled when you blushed.

"I love you,_________.I really do..."His hands tangled in your locks of hair,rubbing your stomach affectionately."Thank you for being born,_________."

Gently kissing him,you chuckled."Cheesy as always,Ryouta."

"You like it."He grinned,and you couldn't help but mirror his expression.You had doubts when he first started dating you,but it all disappeared when you saw his eager expression,trying to get the baby to kick again.Tousling his blond locks,he looked up and sealed your lips with his.