Nighttime
You wake up feeling something jolt near you, and your heart stops. How far along could you be? No, no, no, it’s the size of a kidney bean right now, it can’t…and then you realize you’re not alone in bed. Your boyfriend Tony returned from his mission in the middle of the night or something. It’s 2 A.M. now. You are surprised to see that he even went to bed. Maybe it wasn’t for the best. You know what those pulsating, jerky movements meant, and you are the right person to handle them. You put your hands on his shoulder and pull yourself closer to him. Then you tap your hand on the side of his face. “Tony,” you say firmly. “Tony, baby, wake up.”
He tenses, veins popping from his muscles, but soon he sits up. He sees you and sighs in relief. He whispers something resembling your name as you pull yourself up.
“You’re okay,” you tell him as you both wrap your arms around each other. He’s clutching you like he’s afraid he’ll drop you in the memory foam. You feel his heartbeat against your arm. “You’re here with me. You’re okay. Breathe, okay? What can I do to help you right now?”
His fingers squirm against your back as he considers. “Just…just talk,” he says.
Sometimes he wanted to leave to drown himself in work in the lab. Sometimes he’d go in the living room, get something to eat or drink, and fall asleep in front of the TV. Sometimes he liked to hear about funny stuff that happened to you or what was on the news that day if he missed it. That’s when he’d say just talk. He had been gone for two weeks, so theoretically you’d have a lot to say. But all you can think about was the missed period, three different brands of pregnancy tests that came out positive, and the phone call from the doctor confirming it. Is that what he wants to hear right now? Or would he just panic? You can’t keep it a secret forever. It’s his kid, no question, and he deserves a say in what to do about it.
“(Y/N)?” he says.
You’ve paused too long. You decide not to jump into saying I’m pregnant and instead slowly prep him. “Umm…I, uh, beat that boss I was losing sleep over in (favorite video game),” you tell him. That’s a big accomplishment, but the bun in your oven seems to overshadow it. “It felt pretty good.”
He says nothing, but you know you’re doing all right. His hand wanders towards yours and takes it. You let him, but resist the urge to place it on your stomach and tell him take a hint. That’s chicken. He’s a guy. He wouldn’t figure it out so quickly. You clear your throat and squeeze his hand. “And, uh, I didn’t forget to restock on Pop-Tarts for Thor.”
He gives a little laugh. You crack a smile, but then your chest feels tight as he relaxes. You can’t hold it in. “Now that you’re chill, I have some news.”
He looks you in the eye curiously. “Huh? News?”
You can hear your heartbeat ringing in your ears. You suck in your lips and pull his hand gently down to your stomach. He doesn’t get it. You narrow your eyes at him. “I went to the doctor,” you whisper. “It’s legit.”
Suddenly he tenses again, but it’s different. He’s not scared and vulnerable like he is during nightmares. His eyes light up and he sits up, dropping you on your back on the bed. “(Y/N),” he breathes. His hand lets go of yours and flattens on top of your stomach. You smile up at him, tears welling in your eyes. He bends down and smashes his lips against yours, and you feel like you’re flying. You put your hands on the back of his head, smoothing his hair, tears falling down the sides of your face and landing in your ears. Tony pulls away. “(Y/N),” he repeats. He sits up, then gets out of the bed. He goes into his closet and your heart is pounding. What is he doing. You sit up and try to get a look. Soon he comes out, holding something behind his back. You let out a croak, your heart pounding. Your hands cover your mouth as he takes steps towards you.
“I was saving this for Saturday…but there’s no time like the present,” he says. He gets on one knee and you want to fall back screaming in delight, but you should let him finish.
He opens a little box in his hands and the diamond inside glimmers in your eyes. You don’t hear what he says, but you know it was just right. “Yes!” you exclaim. He stands up and swiftly puts the ring on your finger. You grab him by his shirt and pull him onto the bed. You tangle yourself in his embrace. The excitement makes the both of you pass out in each other’s arms, and you know Tony will be all right.