Bun in the Oven | Husband! 2P! Germany x Reader
“Finally,” was all you could breathe out as you stared at the small but effective test in your hand. You put it down on by the sink gently and quickly fixed your appearance.
When you were satisfied, you took the evidence and plowed your way into the living room where Lutz sat comfortably on the couch, jamming away at the buttons on the Playstation controller. He seemed absorbed in his game – he was playing Dead Island – and didn't notice your almost barbaric entrance into the room.
You tapped his shoulder to which he made no response as his character decapitated zombies with a machete.
Sighing, you went around the couch and sat next to him. His face was contracted and fully concentrated, his shoulders were high and his eyes were glued to the television. A few empty bottles of beer surrounded him, as well as an empty bag of chips. You noticed some stray chip crumbs around his mouth and a cigarette loosely held by his teeth. Sure, he was a slob, but you loved him anyway.
“Guess what,” you chimed.
“Hm?” he quickly grunted, bashing the buttons almost carelessly.
You were just about to explain to him exactly what you meant until the cigarette fell from his mouth and the controller bounced off his lap and to the floor. He looked at you and quickly swiped the crumbs from his face and the tiredness from his eyes. He grabbed your shoulders tightly. His eyes were wide and full of a bubbling excitement, waiting to erupt the second you assured him that his thoughts were true.
“It... you're...” his raspy voice held a heavy German accent... and lots of stutters.
You finished his failure of a sentence, “Pregnant.”
A smile overtook his features as he grabbed and pulled you into an almost bone-crushing, but still tender, hug. Little comments of pure exhilaration filled the air from the two of you.
“Oh geez, I need to get off my lazy behind and get this house ready.”
Wait... he actually wanted to do work? You hoped to yourself that he would keep this attitude after the baby was born. “I'll help!”
He chuckled and shook his head. "Nein... leave me to do the work." Focusing his attention elsewhere, he put his hands on your waist, his eyes on your stomach. “I love our little one already!”
You put both of your hands over his, “I do, too,” you said.