Hello you lot! So, I was requested to do a Kevasty pregnancy one shot, but my imagination has escalated that into a (hopefully) five part fic (no promises.) Oh well, we can hope. This will be sort of like five one shots, at different stages of the pregnancy.
This was a guest request so unfortunately there's no dedication but I want to offer a big thank you to kevinanddynasty for her encouragement and ideas on this fic. You're amazing!
Hope you enjoy this.
Chapter One
"Fuck," Dynasty exclaimed, her eyes flitting from the locked door to the three long, white pregnancy tests splayed out on the bed.
She heaved two deep, soothing breaths to calm her frantically beating heart. Sinking onto the sagging mattress, Dynasty scooped the tests together and laid them out flat on her palm.
Pregnant. Positive. Two pink lines.
Dynasty's eyes flickered anxiously to the door again as she licked her lips nervously, swallowing back the familiar nausea that made her head spin and her stomach churn.
From beyond the heavy wooden door, Dynasty could hear soft, padding footsteps growing nearer and nearer. A shallow gasp burst from her throat and she clutched the test tightly in her fist. In her panic, Dynasty's gaze swept the hotel room quickly before she could hear Kevin sliding the key into the lock and hurriedly stowed the tests in the top drawer of the dresser.
Kevin fumbled slightly with the lock before pushing firmly on the solid wood door and stumbling into the room.
Dynasty hastily turned away, busying herself with the last of the unpacking.
As Kevin threw the key onto the bed, Dynasty steeled her nerves and smiled tightly, whirl back around as though she was surprised to see him.
"Crisis averted. I went to two closed pharmacy's and a pretty dodgy looking shop were everything was written in German..." Kevin trailed off, his brown knitting in confusion at the recollection.
"So?" Dynasty asked, stepping towards him on unsteady legs.
Carefully, Dynasty slid her arms around around Kevin's neck tenderly, fighting the tremors that threatened to shake her violently.
"So... apparently spending the night with you is rather expensive these days." Kevin dipped his head, resting his forehead against Dynasty's before brushing a gentle kiss against her cheek. "I've been ripped off by a public toilet dispenser. Alluring, I know," Kevin teased sarcastically as Dynasty squirmed away from him.
She felt enormous already; awkward and bloated. The knowledge of their situation was more real to Dynasty than anything she had experienced before. It seemed absurd to her that Kevin couldn't see her secret written in large, crude letters across her stomach.
Dynasty wrapped her arms around herself, shivering despite the raging heat of the room and the hot, summer night falling outside.
Oblivious to Dynasty's discomfort, Kevin slid two small blue packets out of his jacket pocket and abandoned them on the bed as he began to empty his jeans of his phone and wallet.
Dynasty stared blindly at the condoms and sighed resignedly at the irony of Kevin's struggle. Only hours ago, Dynasty had groaned with frustration as Kevin turned their suitcase upside down in his lustful desperation to find the box that they had left, forgotten, in the flat, beside Dynasty's toothbrush. With an easier smile, Dynasty had chased Kevin out of the door, kissing him hungrily before sending him off on his mission.
Not two minutes later, Dynasty had found herself crouched over the hotel toilet, heaving what remained of her evening meal. In her sweating palm, Dynasty grasped the cheap pregnancy test that Imogen had thrust upon her not two days ago. Adorning the tiled floor beside her were the two significantly more reliable tests that Dynasty had succumbed to buying herself.
"Dyn, are you okay? If you're still not feeling well we can just go to bed," Kevin offered, his voice bringing Dynasty's consciousness back to the present.
Absently, Dynasty shook her head as Kevin crossed the room towards her.
"Hey, you know I don't mind," Kevin assured her.
He caressed her cheeks gently, kissing her sweetly.
Dynasty gazed numbly ahead of her, ignorant to Kevin's growing concern.
"You don't need those," Dynasty said in an airy voice, her eyes never wavering from the undisturbed bed over Kevin's shoulder.
Dynasty could not say how she had become so relaxed about what she was about to say, only that an instinct deep inside of her was now running on overdrive.
"Kevin, sit down," she instructed wearily.
Kevin remained frozen as he was until Dynasty nodded harshly and he sat down on the edge of the bed.
Dynasty eyed the dresser cautiously, wondering whether she should show him the tests, whether that might terrify him the least.
However after a few moments of nervous pacing and worried glances from Kevin, Dynasty found herself taking a different course of action.
"I'm sorry," she blurted unexpectedly, coming to a halt in front of Kevin, "for making you go and get them."
Dynasty waved halfheartedly towards the useless packets.
Kevin rolled his eyes and reached for Dynasty's waist, pulling her close. He kissed the inside of her wrist as she sighed and threaded her fingers through his hair. Kevin looked up at her glowing face. Wide, blue eyes and flushed cheeks surrounded by a mass of tangled golden curls.
Dynasty bit her lip.
"If you don't want to, we don't have to, Dyn. It's always been like that, you know it has," Kevin promised her seriously, tracing his hands over her hips.
"Trust me, that so not the problem," Dynasty mumbled.
She gathered Kevin's hands in hers, holding them tightly as she slid down onto her knees, raising her gaze to him through thick brown lashes.
"I'm not sick."
Kevin opened his mouth to protest but Dynasty shook her head, fixing him with a determined stare.
"I'm not sick. I'm pregnant."
Kevin's hands went limp in Dynasty's and his eyes clouded with a faraway glaze.
Dynasty swallowed back the lump rising in her throat. She leaned away from Kevin, releasing his hands and crossing her legs beneath her on the carpet.
The soft, yellow glow of the lamp lights swept across Kevin's face, illuminating his blank expression.
"And its...?" he began hesitantly.
"Seriously?" Dynasty shot back. "Of course it is," she finished more gently.
Kevin shook himself slightly.
" Sorry. I don't even know why said that."
Kevin exhaled a a lingering breath.
As he gazed absently at the floor, Dynasty studied with surprise the small smile that slowly tugged at the edge of Kevin's lips until he was beaming at her, his eyes shining with emotion.
"And you're sure?" Kevin probed, his voice on the edge of joy, unwilling to give himself up to it until Dynasty had confirmed it for him.
Dynasty nodded, smiling a confused grin as somewhat hysterical tears began to drip down her cheeks.
Relief, terror and unadulterated elation flooded through her.
"Hey, come here," Kevin mumbled, lowering himself onto the floor and tugging Dynasty into his lap.
They settled themselves back again the bed and Dynasty swiped at the tears angrily.
"I don't even know why I'm crying," Dynasty sniffed, her voice shaking slightly with an absurd giggle.
Kevin chuckled too, his chest rumbling against Dynasty's ear, as his own steady tears dripped into her hair.
"I guess you can blame it on hormones," he whispered.
Kevin kissed Dynasty's forehead lightly and pulled her closer.
After hours of talking, planning and dreaming, Kevin lifted a sleeping Dynasty into bed. He removed his shoes and jeans and gently slipped beneath the sheets beside her, wrapping his arms around the family they had created together.