Request: Hey! Can I please request something Can you write one where you’re nervous about having Angels baby but he reassures you? Hope that’s okay Loving your writing
Warnings: language, pregnancy, I think that’s it?
Authors Note: I did this as a headcanon, I hope it’s okay. also loosely inspired by Jane the virgin and the office
Angel coming home and being concerned when you don’t greet him at the door like you usually do
He calls out to you but there’s no answer
He finds you in the nursery, rummaging through the drawers
Tiny clothes scattered on the floor around you in various piles
“Fuck ma, why you not answer me?”
You ignore him, pulling out a white onesie.
“What you doing mami?”
“We don’t have any prem clothes” you sigh, “What are we gonna do if she comes early?”
“He ain’t coming early mama. Relax.”
you roll your eyes and continue folding the clothes
Angel leans on the door frame and watches you
He notices the length of fabric wrapped around your body
“The fuck you wearing?”
“It’s a boba wrap.”
He just stares at you, mouth open
“For baby wearing.”
He tuts and shakes his head.
“It’s a baby ma, not an accessory.”
Rolling your eyes is far too common in this relationship
“Baby wearing has many benefits, actually.”
Angel watches you waddle over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room
He notices the way you winced as you sit down
Your hands cradling your bump
The bags under your eyes
“Look, mami, we can get some prem clothes. You don’t need to worry.”
“It’s not just the clothes, Angel. We don’t have a change table, I haven’t even found a doula yet, I need to sign up for lactation classes, we do-“
Angel interrupts you
“Why do you need lactation classes?”
You scrunch up your face
“I’ve never had a baby before, I don’t know how to breastfeed! I want to be prepared.”
“Don’t you just push it out?”
Is he serious
“How? How would I push it out?”
“Shit I dunno,”
He hunches his shoulders and pushes his chest forward
“Like this.”
“Jesus Christ.” You shake your head.
And maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones
Or the fact that you’re dating a buffoon
But tears start welling in your eyes
Angel notices straight away and he kneels in front of you
His ringed fingers covering yours as they run over your belly
“What’s wrong, mi vida?”
And you tell him
You tell him you’re scared. Scared of all the things to come
Cause what if you can’t do this? What if you’re a bad mother?
Angel watches you in disbelief
He had been so busy worrying about being a father
The constant threat of being inadequate at the forefront of his mind
He had no idea that his own fears mirrored yours
Because of course you can do this
“Mama, you’re gonna be amazing. Shit you’re already amazing. Look at this room. All the shit you have for this baby? He doesn’t need it. Especially them shoes. You think he’s gonna walk outta that pussy? Naw. He doesn’t need any of that. He’s got you. You’re all he needs”
“She.”
It’s Angels turn to roll his eyes
“Look I dunno what the fuck I’m doing. I don’t know anything about babies. I don’t know how to be good. But you?”
“Querida, you’re nothing but good. I been spending all this time thinking I’m not gonna be good enough for this kid. But I know no matter how much I fuck up, this kids gonna be fine. He’s not gonna be a fuck up cause he’s got you.”
You’re crying, and it’s definitely not the hormones
You pull him to you and kiss him softly
“Thank you, Angel.”
He shrugs and kisses your belly before sitting between your legs
Okay but Happy would be so into magic?! Like on a Friday night he’d go to a magic show and would always volunteer, but never get picked because well.. look at him. So he’d start practicing himself.
Always carrying a pack of cards with him.
“Guys, guys, pick a card.”
And they’d all just stare at him and shake their heads, thinking it was some sort of trap.
Until one night when Juice finally picks a card.
And then he’d pull off the best trick he’s ever done, blowing Juices mind.
And Happy would pull a dove out of his sleeve and walk away in silence and would never speak of it again and no one would believe Juice when he’d tell them.