2p!America x Reader-Positive Ch.11

2p!America x Reader-Positive Ch.11

Snuggling your head against Allen’s chest, you slowly opened your eyes. This felt right. The sun was glowing through the shades hitting the covers with warm colors. Everything felt warm and fuzzy this morning. You were so relieved that Al and you had ended the fight. It was as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and breathing was easier. Looking up to see his face, he looked so peaceful while he was sleeping. Raising your hand to his face, you pushed away some random strands of hair while smiling. He was pretending to be asleep. Leaning close to his face, you kiss his cheek.

“A cheek kiss? Sh*t and here I was thinking I’d get it on the lips.” Al chuckled as he opened his eyes.

“Kissing you on the lips as you slept would be weird!” You laughed as he pulled you into his embrace.

“Sure it would~” Al teased as he pecked your lips. “So how is out little fighter doing?”

“Tossing herself around.” You laughed as Al smiled softly. He had a certain look in his eyes that you couldn’t describe. He looked happy and proud, but very toned down. Still, it’d be hard to miss the gaze he was giving at your baby bump. You knew you gave the same look whenever you felt her move around.

“Do you have any names in mind?” Al broke you out of your thoughts.

“…I have no idea.” You shrugged. Of course you’ve thought about names, but none ever seemed perfect for her. You didn’t know how she looked or her personality. All you knew was that she loved making you hungry, moving around, and pressing your bladder.

“I think we should name her Allen!” Al grinned to get a scoff from you.

“No way! No Allen junior in this house! Besides, too much of a guy’s name,” You said to hear him gasp.

“Fine! How ‘bout Al? I like that one a lot more,” He said as if it would make any difference.

“Al has got to be short for something.”

“Ally! Alyson! Alle—”

“Stop trying to name the baby after yourself!” You laughed and playfully punched his shoulder. He only rolled his eyes in response.

“You seemed to love my name when we were—”

“That’s how we got into this situation, ya punk.” You flicked his nose as he pouted.

“Al junior is perfect for a girl.”

“It’s cringy.”

“No, it’s not!!”



Time skip~!!!
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Al helped you down the stairs as Oliver continued to shout. Breakfast was ready and Matt and François already arrived at the table. It took you forever to get dressed and luckily Al came in to help you. Now that you were seven months, things have been interesting. Your back hurts, but you try to ignore it. Once Al helped you reach the bottom, he didn’t leave your side as the two of you made it to the table. François was eating the chocolate cigarette that Oliver had bought him. He’s been doing really well, but everyone knew that he would never quit. Whenever he got the chance, you’d see François smoking a pack outside.

Oliver placed down a stack of pancakes in front of Matt which seemed to get him excited. He immediately reached for maple syrup and drenched his breakfast. Al scoffed as he sat down. Oliver placed two pancakes and French toast in front of François before rushing to get Al’s vegan breakfast. You went with normal pancakes since Matt’s stack of drenched pancakes was mouthwatering. It was a good thing you were eating for two. People can’t judge you for how much you eat, but Oliver still finds a way to make you eat healthy for the baby as well as making sure you’re not over weight. The doctors did tell you in the beginning that you had to gain some weight for the baby, but now you’re the right amount.

After everyone at the table received their food, Oliver sighed as he sat down and ate eggs with toast. Then everyone around the table got loud. Matt was trying to finish his meal, but also fighting with Al. They were insulting each other’s choice of breakfast which happened almost daily. Oliver was telling the boys to shut up while trying to feed François a French toast dipped in syrup. Oliver cooed and kept trying to convince him. You just laughed at it all. Soon Matt finished and stopped the fight with Al. François then ate the toast from his husband before whispering something that got Oliver turning red. Allen immediately told them to get a room to get a smack from Matt.

“Shut up, dipsh*t.” Matt sighed.

“Ow!! You b*--”

“Oh look, a knife is in my hand!” Oliver grinned and Al shut up. François chuckled while you shook your head at them. “Silly boys, watch your language please. Anyway, Dear, I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a long time!”

“What is it?” You wiped your fingers with a napkin.

“Well, now that you’re getting closer to birth, do you want a baby shower?” Oliver asked with a hopeful look in his eyes. You could tell he so badly wanted to plan that party.

Glancing at Al, he didn’t even know what was going on. Currently, Kuma was trying to eat something from off his plate. Al tried shoving his face away and Matt was threatening him if he hurt Kuma.

“Al!” You shouted and he turned to face you. Smiling at him, you decided not to mention the fact that Kuma took his food.

“What did I tell you about Kuma being inside?” François growled at Matt.

“S'il te plaît!” Matt hugged Kuma. François grumbled to get a gentle pat on the back from Oliver. Kuma left a lot of hair and could be messy which made it harder for Oliver to clean. Guess he was getting a pass today. [Please!]

“So what’d you want, Doll?” Al asked which reminded you that you had gotten off track.

“Right! Do you want a baby shower? I like the idea…” You smiled at him. Al raised a brow and looked at his colorful Dad who was bouncing around. He chuckled and nodded which got Oliver squealing with excitement. Sometimes it felt like he was the most excited for the baby.  Glancing down at your belly, you felt her move around inside.

“It’ll be so wonderful!” Oliver grinned from ear to ear.

“I bet.” You clapped your hands.

“Don’t go crazy.” Al scoffed.

“I want to start already!” Oliver looked at his husband.

“Do it later when (F/n) is close to popping.” François pulled out a cigarette and began to light it.

“H-Hey! Outside Mister!” Oliver huffed as François went rushing out the door.

After that whole scene, Allen decided to bring you into your room. You followed him with curiosity since you had no idea what he wanted. Even though you had your own room, lately you’ve been sleeping in Al’s bed. At first, Oliver was nervous about the idea until François told him that you were already pregnant. When the baby is born, Al and you are going to make sure to be more careful. The both of you agree that you would have more kids, but later. There’s time and right now the both of you were focusing on trying to be seniors in high school.

Al opened the door for you and you laughed. It’s always entertaining when he tries to be a gentleman. Oliver tells him and Matt to be kind to ladies and to treat them with respect. They do that…for the most part. Matt is better at it then Al since he’ll go on a rant about how every girl a school is a hoe to get yelled at by his Dad. It’s like they never learn and won’t understand what Oliver likes to hear. Matt at least gets it, but messes up at times. Al is too blunt and stubborn on what he thinks. Walking up to sit down on the bed, he quickly led you away from it.

“Everything okay?” You asked.

“Yeah, I just need you standing for this,” Al stated as he positioned you in the middle of the room.

“Alright…” You shrugged and saw him pull out something from your wardrobe. “What are you taking out?”

“Something Oliver put in here a while ago.” Al took out a measuring tape. Tilting your head, you didn’t understand at first until he told you to lift up your shirt. Blushing lightly, you let Al wrap the tape around your stomach.

“So how big is my seven-month pregnant belly?” You question, almost afraid to hear the answer.

“40 inches!” Al laughed as he put the measuring tape away.

“Ahh, three more months to go.” You let out a sigh as he kissed your forehead.

That’s when Al lowered himself to get a good view of your stomach. Looking down at him, you wondered what he was thinking. Soon he began to talk to the baby which made you giggle. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’s done it and it probably won’t be the end. Once the baby is born, he’ll finally be able to hold her in his hands.

“Hey…I really want to call you Al junior for sh*ts and giggles, but your Mom hates it. She just doesn’t get it.” He laughed as you rolled your eyes. “But baby, I’ll be excited to hold you no matter what name you get. I’ll make sure to stop the bullies and protect ya. We’ll put ya in softball and I’ll teach you how to throw a hard one even though I’m better at baseball pitching.” Al chuckled and you couldn’t stop smiling. This was so sweet of him. “If any boys try and flirt with you, I’ll knock them out. They’re awful. Be strong and I’ll make sure to kill them if anyone one of them breaks your heart. Oh and baby, don’t forget that I’ll always love you. Even if you mess up and think I’m angry and that I’ll hate you. Always think on the positive side too. Do we got plans, Baby?”

Al placed his hand on your stomach to feel a kick.

“Oh sh*t, we got a deal.” Al looked up at you like an excited kid.

“Ahahaha, alright. Get up now.” You lowered your shirt to cover your stomach.

“Not yet.” Al shook his head.

“What? I thought you finished talking with baby.” You furrowed your brows to see him position himself down on one knee. Soon your heart was racing and your thoughts were all jumbled.

“(F/n)…” Al pulled out the small box from his pocket. “Before you say anything, let me just say that I have been working my ss off to get decent grades ever since I met you. Occasionally, I’d f*ck up and you’d help me. That’s how we got together and now we’re closer than ever before because of our baby. She was our ultimate test that we didn’t plan, but we made it through most of it. So (F/n), will you marry me?”

“Allen…” Your cheeks were hurting from how much you were smiling.

“Let’s get married after we graduate.” Al grinned which really did it for you.

“Yes! Yes!! After we graduate!” He got up and immediately was embraced by you. He put the ring on your left ring finger to earn a bunch of squeals from you. That was the best thing he could have ever said. Once the two of you…graduate. That’s perfect!