Hybrid (Dark x Reader)

A/N: By F and A

"Ugh. Dark! Will you get my slippers on for me?" Bending over was getting harder as days went by. A worn down Dark appeared at my side and forced my slippers onto my feet. "Anything else, dear?" he asked. "I know you're irritated, but I really need your help." He looked at me for a long time before cracking a smile and bringing me into a hug. "I know." he said. "Are you feeling better now?" he asked, noticing that I was sitting up. "Much. I don't feel nauseated anymore. I haven't for awhile. I'm just totally drained." Dark nodded like he understood. "You and me both." he said. He had been taking good care of me these days. Always bringing me weird food at all hours of the day and night, listening to me lament, taking me to the doctor, everything I ever needed. I kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for all you do. Pretty sure that not all of this is baby weight...I think I should stop eating so much shitty food...but I can't help it. I crave nothing but shitty food. Speaking of which..." I looked over at Dark. "What do you want this time?" he sighed. "Pickles." I said, matter-of-factly. "Ew." he said. "That's not it. Douse them in chocolate syrup and put peanut butter on top." He made a face. "What the fuck?" "At any other time that would sound awul, but right now that's the only thing that sounds good." He gagged a bit as he fulfilled my order. "You're so weird." he said watching me eat my food. "Try it." I said, forcing a spoon toward his face. He backed away. "No fucking way. I hate pickles and you know it. If this kid has any sense they'll hate pickles, too. Nothing good can come from them." I laughed. "I think they REALLY like pickles. I crave them every day." Dark just shook his head. "You're sure it's mine?" he asked, looking over at me. I said nothing. I just stared at him, unsure of whether I heard him right. "(Y/N), I was kidding. Come on." Hearing him even joke about that brought me back to the dark place I had just gotten away from. "(Y/N), come on don't be so sad. I know it's mine." he hugged me. It was a bit late for that. My mind had already reminded me that we WERE having a baby whether we liked it or not and nothing would happen as we expected it to. It was nice for a momet to forget about being pregnant...it felt like Dark and I were friends like we were when we first met. A tear rolled down my cheek. "I feel like shit now. Why am I such a piece of shit sometimes?" he asked, placing his head in his hands. "Baby, I'm so sorry. Forgive me. Please." I sniffled. "It's just the kid. It's not you. I'm really gonna miss having freedom." Dark cuddled me. "Me too (y/n). I think about it all the time. It's gonna be hard...but...obviously it was meant to be for some reason." He was right. Everything happens for a reason, even if it seems like it doesn't. I sighed, wrapping my hands around my growing abdomen. "I hope you're right. I hope we love them like we love each other and everything is okay." Dark kissed my cheek. "You'll be okay. I'll be okay. Everything will be okay. It's not gonna be easy...it won't be fun sometimes...but it's going to be alright. I'm nervous and not too thrilled about this...but every day I'm warming up to having a kid with you." Hearing that made me feel worlds better, but it didn't choke off the depression that was slowly creeping up on me and eating me alive. I was envious of all of the childless people who didn't have to worry about anything but themselves. "We can't adopt this kid out, baby. They're not human. It wouldn't work out." I looked over at Dark. "How'd you know what I was thinking?" "It's written all over your face. Don't think that hasn't crossed my mind before. It definitely has...but it wouldn't work. The cat would be out of the bag and I'd have to go." That opened up a whole new world of worries. "How are we going to hide this child's heritage?" I asked. Dark sighed. "I'm not really sure. It'll be easier than me hiding mine because I'm full blooded. I mean look at me...you can tell that there's something off, but you can't quite put your finger on it, right?" I nodded. "This kid will be different. They'll look much more human. They have you to thank for that. There are no demon-human hybrids out there right now so I have no idea what to expect. I don't know what they'll get from me, I just hope it's not anything too obvious. We'll have to start teaching them from an early age that they can't tell anyone that they're half demon...there's so much..." Dark sighed again, burying his face in his hands. "You're right (y/n), this isn't good. But we'll figure it out. We always do." The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Neither of us knew what to say to the other. "You're so beautiful (y/n)...this kid is going to be beautiful, too." Dark said, his voice muffled by his hands. I sniffled again. "I think they'll be handsome like their father." he chuckled. "Maybe." he said. "When do we find that out anyway?" "Tomorrow." I said. I was looking forward to it, even if I didn't want to admit it. "Are you looking forward to it?" I asked. He nodded. "Still pulling for a boy." he admitted. "Still hoping you get your wish. At least one of us will be happy." Dark's smile faded. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say. "This is still sinking in, babe. I'm just...I'm unsure." Dark nodded in response. "I feel the same way...but be more positive (y/n). Your life isn't over." It sure felt like it was. "It'll be okay." I appreciated Dark comforting me...but it wasn't really working. "You feel alone, don't you?" he asked. I looked away. He nailed it. "You're not. I'm staying here. This is what millions...probably billions of people do every single day. It's going to be alright." I hated that he was right. His optimism was making me look and feel terrible. "I just want to relax until morning." I said, leaning against Dark. "Fine by me. I could use the relaxation." he said. He kissed the top of my head. "You'll be okay. You'll see." I hoped he was right.