Hybrid (Dark x Reader)

A/N: By A

"I thought you promised you'd take care of me? To me, right now, that means holding my hair back while I heave my guts into the sink." I said, pulling my hair back and examining it. "I've gotta get in the shower." I heard a faint 'sorry' come from who knows where. I growled and rolled my eyes, hastily taking my clothes off and turning the water on. I scrubbed at my hair especially for a few minutes before sensing a presence behind me. I whirled around. "What are you doing?" I asked. Dark moved me out of the way. "Showering now." he said. I've had a very short temper ever since getting pregnant. I bit my tongue and tried to think pleasant thoughts. I got out of the shower. "Where are you going?" Dark called after me. "To bed." I said, toweling off. "It's...early afternoon." Dark said, confused. "I know what time it is. I still feel like ass." I tossed some shorts and a cami on and laid in our bed, curling up into a tight ball. I started to drift when I felt Dark's weight next to me. He wrapped both arms around me tightly. "How much longer until you stop feeling this way?" I thought about it. "I dunno, it's been what? 2 and a half months?" Dark was quiet in thought. "Yeah, I think so." "Another 2 weeks or so then." I said, gagging at the thought. Dark sighed, hugging me tighter. "Don't squish the kid." I said. "I don't want a squished kid." He loosened his grip on me a bit. "So...you just gonna stay here all day?" he asked. "I feel like I could. Why do you want me to do something?" "Nah..." we were both silent. "What if there's 2?" I asked. "2 what?" Dark asked. "Kids." We both cringed. "That would be...terrible. I mean this is crazy enough, but two kids? Yeah I can't die but I would want to so badly." I snickered. "I would. I can't do 2." "I don't think that's gonna happen (y/n)...besides, wouldn't your doctor have told you that?" I thought so. "I guess you're right." I said. I ran my hands down my body. "I'm so sore." I said. "I'll bet you are. This can't feel good for you." Dark said. At least he was being sympathetic, I needed someone to. "I'm starting to get bigger, too." I complained. "Not by much...besides aren't you supposed to?" I sighed. "Yes." I said. "Come on, you're always beautiful." I rolled over to face him. "Do you mean that?" I asked. "Yes. I don't say things I don't mean." I hugged him. "Come on, you'll be okay." he said. "Maybe." I replied. "I'm still not excited about this whole thing. I just don't know what we're going to do." Dark exhaled strongly. "I feel the same way, but...it's reality. I'm sorry. I had no idea this could happen, I swear...I'm sorry for not believing you at first, too." A tear streamed down my cheek and plunked onto the pillow. "I'm not happy." I said. Dark was pained at seeing me so distraught. "I don't know what's going to happen (y/n), but things are going to be okay." I wanted to believe him but everything seemed so wrong, like it would never be okay again. No more fun, no more games...we'd go from having a good relationship to a practical-functional relationship. I never wanted that with Dark. "You don't believe me, do you?" he asked, noticing the faraway look in my eyes. I shook my head. "Well...I can't make you believe me, I can only show you as time goes by. Believe me, I feel awful about this whole thing, but there's one thing I know for sure: it's going to be fine somehow." I looked at Dark's face. He was somber, but somehow loving. "I'm going to be a terrible parent. I'm not into this." I said. "I feel the same way, but maybe we'll change our minds." It was more likely for the south and north poles to change positions than it was for that to happen. "You could be right." I admitted eventually. "Just let me sleep for now. I feel like going into a coma." That was the truth. My whole body felt drained of all energy and passion, positivity, logic, everything was failing. All systems were a no-go. "Please kill me." I moaned. "You feel that bad?" Dark asked, looking into my eyes. "Yes." I said, clutching my stomach. A wave of nausea washed over me and I jumped over Dark and barely made it to the sink on time. I slumped onto the floor and curled up, my eyes brimming with tears. Why me? I thought. I didn't ask for or deserve to feel all of this.Dark either. Neither of us wanted this. Rushed footsteps brought me back to reality. "Are you okay, babe?" Dark asked, immediately stooping down to look at me. "No." I cried. He looked distraught, and part of me felt bad for crying so much, it was clearly taking its toll on him. He felt awful enough, why did I have to go and make it worse? He picked me up and carried me back to bed. "(Y/N), Jesus...I'm so sorry." he said. His voice cracked a bit, and for a minute I thought he was going to cry...but he held it together...probably for me. "Just sleep. You'll feel better if you sleep." he said, tucking me in and snuggling with me. We were quiet for awhile as I started to fall asleep. "What do you think we'll have?" Dark yawned. "I dunno..." I said, half asleep. "A baby?" He snickered. "What do you want?" I asked. "A boy..." Dark said, sounding sleepy himself. Maybe if we did have a boy he'd be closer to his dad and let me be. Sounded fine with me. "I hope you get your wish then, that'll make things better for you..." I was answered by light snores. I wasn't feeling quite as tired as I was before, but with Dark sound asleep and me pinned partially under him, I figured I'd better just get some rest.