His hands were so hot against your belly, his arms hairier, thicker with strong yet lean muscle.īigby pressed a soft kiss to your jaw before nipping at your jawline. His large hands moved away from yours, opting to slide down the curve of your very pregnant belly, claw tips barely grazing over the curve of your stomach. He slowly dragged his fangs down the column of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You finally broke away from the moon to turn your head to the side, allowing Bigby’s nose to dip down further into your neck. The prickle of his beard scratched at your naked neck as he slowly pulled you closer to him. He growled, nosing the crook of your neck. You could feel life beneath the skin, your squirming little puppies. You could feel his claws grazing ever so gently on the heated skin of your belly. Two large hands grasped the back of your hands, slowly lifting them to your belly. You heard the creaking of the wooden floorboards behind you coming closer, foot by lumbering foot he inched closer to you until he had pressed himself into your back. You were in a daze, looking outside, not noticing the door to the bedroom opening behind you. A good distance away from the bustling Manhattan, a perfect place to relax in after chasing down criminals and getting the snot beat out of you by those who disobey the rules. Wolf Manor had been built to completion nearly two months into the pregnancy, protected by enchanted woods and hexes from the witches on the thirteenth floor. Away from the stress of the business officer, away from the violent streets of Fabletown, by Snow’s and King Cole’s orders, you both had finally gotten a place to stay. No longer were you both housed in that dingy apartment they somehow managed to call a 'luxury’. You stood there, before the large glass window, curtain drawn open to reveal the forest outside bathing in the light of the full moon, allowing her presence to shine through into the bedroom. Feeling compelled by the outside world, your feet fumbled on the plush carpet, slowly toeing yourself off of the comfortable comforters and plush pillows, you managed to waddle your way a few steps from the bed that was calling out for your return. His worrying was adorable, funny even when the big bad wolf became a stuttering mess of apologies and ‘I love you’.īut time still teased you both mercilessly, and like fools, you both followed.Īnd there you sat, sat on the plush bed surrounded by warm flannel blankets and soft glows from the fireplace sitting before the foot of the bed. ![]() You remembered how he panicked, those worried yellow eyes flashing in his dingy apartment and how he basically chucked his carton of cigarettes out the window when he remembered that you shouldn’t smoke near pregnant people. A night of cheap alcohol and rough sex for one night turned into a passionate romance that only fueled Bigby’s need to go through his rut with you, lead you to become pregnant with his child… Well, children now. You remembered how anxious you both were. You all had lost track of time, losing an actual feeling of time as the years grow on.Īnd yet, time always seemed to be cruel and force you all to wait just a moment longer for medical results from Swineheart’s office, from the Business Office on whether your plea for aid had been accepted or not, to the pregnancy test laying on the bathroom sink taunting you and Bigby both. Time was but a crawl these days, a slow, ticking clock that seemed to always be off. Where they all seemed to age within a blink of an eye, while Fables barely age within a human lifespan. You knew what the Mundies said, how time just seems to speed up the older you get, but… They were human and you all weren’t. Time seemed to pass so slowly these days. This is based towards a more fem!reader, but we tried to leave it as gender-neutral as possible
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