((Transformers' BABY: Please update I want a RusAme n America is the pregnant one n I want month by month story please
A/N: Here you go, I deeply apologize for the long wait, I hope you like it!))
Month 1:
The world meetings were something that every nation did not look forward to. The constant fighting and bickering was enough to drive any nation crazy. And yet here the nations were, sitting around an long, oval, wooden table in a building somewhere in Washington DC.
It was America's turn to host the meeting, he was usually very energetic and enthusiastic about hosting meetings. However, oddly enough, he was pointing to a dry erase board and remained calm.
"And so yea," America, also known as Alfred, said flatly and rather dull, "This is how taxes are currently affecting the states."
The blonde swallowed thickly as his breakfast offered to come right back up. For the past 3 weeks he'd been sick with some sort of stomach bug and it drained all his energy. His cerulean eyes seemed so dull and lifeless as he sat back in his chair.
All of the other nations looked around at each other in disbelief. The large nation of Russia looked up at America, who was his long-time lover, with is violet eyes and anyone could sense that he was worried. So the Russian leaned over to his side and whispered to America, "Are you alright, Сердце моё?"
Alfred let his lips curl into a little smile and he gave a slight nod, "Im fine Ivan."
But that was far from the truth.
When the meeting was over, the other nations filed out of the room. That left America, Russia and England. England was pretending to fix some papers in his hands when he was really keeping an eye on America. It had seemed that Russia and America were having a little dispute but he couldn't really make out any thing of what they were saying.
"But you've been sick for so long." Ivan retorted as the two argued.
Alfred sighed, and put his hands on his hips. His hips that seemed a little curvier than he remembered. "No I'm not going to a fucking doctor so just drop it."
Ivan looked taken back at America's sudden harsh words. Alfred usually wasn't like this, all rude and snappy.
"I'm only trying to look out for you." Ivan replied gently.
"Whatever dude, I'm hungry and I gotta go. I don't wanna fight with England here." And with that, Alfred turned and walked away towards the exit.
Never had England seen Russia look so sad and defeated. England quickly gathered his things and ran after America, who had already exited the room. But when England got outside, there was no sign of Alfred anywhere.
After the little spat between America and Russia, America went to McDonalds and bought 3 quarter pounders and a large Soda then proceeded to head home. He was currently sitting on his couch with Tony while they watched movies and America ate. After the last bite and a sip of soda, Alfred's stomach gurgled with pain.
"Ugh Tony, I don't think I should've eaten all that at once." That was all Alfred managed to say before gagging. He ran upstairs to the bathroom and emptied out his stomach hopelessly. Pulling back, America sighed, that was the 7th time this week and it was only wednesday.
"I don't need to go to a doctor." Alfred mumbled.
The next morning, Alfred woke to a bright ray of sunshine hitting his face and a constant knocking on his front door. The American mumbled something and sat up as he yawned. His hand reached for his tank-top and he pulled it on. Wow, he gained some weight seeing as though the shirt was sort of tight.
He quickly jogged downstairs and opened the door. In front of him was Ivan standing tall with a bouquet of roses.
"I just wanted to apologize for yesterday.." Ivan said hesitantly.
"Oh yesterday?" Alfred smiled. "That was nothin' I'm sorry too dude."
Ivan smiled gently and wrapped his lover in a hug. Alfred smiled in return and buried his face in Ivan's chest. The American nation pulled back after a few seconds and looked into Ivan's eyes, "Why don't you come in so we can order some Chinese food for breakfast."
Month 2:
You could hear heavy, pacing foot steps echoing down the hallway. Ivan was walking back and forth the 2nd floor hallway in Alfred's home. The Russian was worried, incredibly worried. America had been asleep all day, only occasionally getting up to eat or throw up. Russia tried to think of different illnesses but every time he thought of something horrible, it overwhelmed him. Two months Alfred had been sick and every time Russia brought up the idea of a doctor, America refused.
Loud snores could be heard from Alfred's bedroom and in that moment, Ivan could only think of one thing to do.
"You want frog face and I to do what?" England asked on the other line of the phone. Ivan had called England for help.
"I would be liking it if you could help coax Alfred into going to the doctor. I know that he is having a bad sickness but he won't listen to me."
"I can try but why do you want Frog face to be part of it too?"
"For reinforcements. I was going to be inviting Canada to help too."
"Hm." England paused. "I suppose. I'll call the French moron and tell him."
"Okay, thank you."
One week later...
"You dudes can't do this!" Alfred whined while his former caretakers dragged him into the doctor's office.
"America, you need to go to the doctor, you are sick!" France told him.
"Exactly America, stop being a baby!" England nodded, tugging America's wrist a little harder.
America had practically thrown himself on the concrete pavement and started whining like a little kid as Canada and Russia watched.
"But I don't like doctors!" America argued.
"He's still the same kid we looked after all those years ago, non?" Francis smirked at the Englishman.
"Shut up frog face, he obviously get's his baby-like behavior from you." England snapped.
"Oh like you act so grown up, you black sheep of Europe."
"Shut up you stupid piece of drunk cheese!"
"Why don't you make me, Sherlock!"
By now England and France had let go of America's wrists to argue amongst themselves. America tried crawling back to the car. However Canada had lifted his brother up of the ground and threw his brother over his shoulder. Canada never really used the strength he and his brother shared but in times like this it was very helpful.
"Mattie bro, come on." America sighed but Canada ignored his brother and instead walked passed his former care givers and into the doctor's clinic with Russia following behind.
Russia signed America in, under his human name of course, then sat in one of the waiting room chairs. Canada was still holding America over his shoulder in case America planned on escaping. The looks from other people in the office were priceless.
After about 10 minuets, Alfred was seen by a doctor. A nation's doctor as a matter of fact. Alfred had to take about 3 or 4 different tests and after he took them all, he waited nervously in the examining room.
"Do not be so worried." Ivan said hopefully. "It won't be that bad."
"You don't know that." Alfred sighed before glancing up at his lover.
"Yes I do. I know everything will be fine." Ivan assured him as he wrapped the shorter nation in a hug.
The door creaked open and the nation's doctor stepped in.
"So what is it? Am I dying doc?" Alfred asked as he pulled away from his lover's embrace.
Doctor Kelly laughed lightly as she read over something on her clip board.
"No Mr. Jones. In fact it's something quite the opposite." The doctor smiled.
"What do you mean?" Alfred cocked an eyebrow.
"Well, you're pregnant." Doctor Kelly grinned even wider. "You and Mr. Braginski are going to be parents."
America walked out of the building still in shock, he was pregnant. There was a little dude inside of him. His and Ivan's little dude. He knew that the Russian nation was happy about this baby, he'd expressed it in the doctor's office when he hugged America so tight he had nearly crushed the shorter nation's bones.
"A baby, wow." Matthew smiled beside his brother. "That's so nice Alfred. Oh maple, you're so lucky!"
"I guess." Alfred replied.
Walking down the pavement, they approached England and France who ere currently choking each other and still arguing.
"Uh guys." Alfred spoke up.
England looked back up at the American Nation and he and Francis let go of each other.
"Oh Alfred." England chuckled. "Sorry about this. Why don't we go to your appointment now."
"It's been an hour, he already went to his appointment." Matthew informed them.
"Really?" Francis wondered.
"So." England began as he stood up and dusted himself off. "What happened."
"Dude, I'm pregnant."
Month 3:
Alfred was hunched over a bucket that had been placed by his bedside for the time being. This was the one thing he hated about being pregnant. The vomiting was horrible. And the fact that he was all alone at the moment was worse. Ivan had been called back to Russia by his boss for some important business. That left Alfred alone. Sure Canada, France and England wanted to stay with him but they had work to do in their countries as well and hardly had the time.
After a few minuets, Alfred got the strength to get up off the bed, finally.
Downstairs, he re heated some left over Chinese food which he would drown in ketchup and syrup when it was ready.
"Man I hope Ivan comes back soon." Alfred sighed. "Sure is lonely with out 'em."
"Fucking. Fucking." Tony said as he walked into the room.
"Course I do have you Tony dude." Alfred laughed.
Truth was, Alfred was really lonely. Sure Tony was great but he missed his lover. Who knew when Ivan would be back? He left and said he'd be back in a few weeks.
A few weeks, Alfred groaned.
A few nights later, Alfred lie in bed cuddling with one of Ivan's sweaters. He knew it was pathetic and he felt like some high school girl cuddling with her ex boyfriends letterman's jacket or something like that. The blonde nation laid on his back and clutched the large purple sweater in one arm and placed his other hand on his somewhat flat belly.
"Hey there little dude," Alfred spoke softly, patting his tummy lightly, "I don't know if you can hear me in there but I guess you could say I'm your mommy or whatever." He paused for a minuet. "I don't really know why I'm talking to you right now, it seems a bit weird for me. Maybe it's cause I'm feeling lonely." He chuckled a bit. "I just miss your dad a lot and talking to you just makes me feel a lot better.." A small smile made it to his lips before he sighed. "God I feel ridiculous."
Month 4:
2 weeks into his 4th month of pregnancy, America was sitting on his couch eating a huge bowl of toffee popcorn as he watched some reality tv show.
"This show is so stupid, I bet if you were watching it, you'd agree." Alfred laughed giving his belly a light pat.
There was a slight knocking on the door and the American nation placed the bowl down beside him. He stood up and, unknowingly placing a hand on his rather noticeable baby bump, went to answer the door.
When he opened the door, his eyes met the gaze of that of his lover's. Ivan was standing in front of him, a smile on his face and a bouquet of roses in his hand much like he'd gave Alfred a few months back.
"Ivan!" Alfred shouted excitedly as he jumped up and hugged the Russian in front of him.
"I told you I would be back soon." Ivan smiled as buried his face in Alfred's hair which by the way smelled of Axe shampoo.
"Yea dude but like it feels like it's been forever." Alfred said softly, his eyes starting to water. Damn hormones.
When they pulled back from each other Ivan wiped away the American's tears with his thumb.
"Let's go inside, Принц." Ivan smiled.
And so the two went inside and for the rest of the afternoon, talked and happily enjoyed their reunion together. In the middle of them talking, Ivan noticed his lover's new baby bump, before he left, Alfred's stomach was flat.
"Your stomach." Ivan said softly before grinning. "It has been growing."
"Huh?" Alfred looked down. "Oh yea it has. I can hardly fit into my clothes anymore."
"Well then we shall be having to go out and buying you new clothes." Ivan replied before leaning over and kissing the American's cheek.
"Alfred, are you almost ready to go?" Ivan called from downstairs.
"Yea I'm coming down now." Alfred called back.
He pulled up his sweatpants, he couldn't fit into his jeans anymore and still hadn't gone to buy more clothes. After doing so, he pulled on a large black t-shirt and slipped on some Vans. Yes, he looked like a bum, but he really didn't care. The couple was going to a doctor appointment to check on their baby. Ivan had told Alfred he should be going to these appointments once a month, and so Alfred agreed on going since it was for the baby's health.
Alfred ran downstairs and almost bumped into Ivan in the process.
"Let us get going, we will be late." The Russian told him.
"Sure dude, let's go!" Alfred nodded vigorously.
At the office, America was lying in the bed, blowing up a doctor's glove. As if he couldn't get anymore childish.
"I do not think you're supposed to be touching that." Russia said from the seat beside him.
"The doctor's not here so why not!" Alfred laughed.
Speaking of her, the doctor walked in which startled Alfred and caused the balloon to go flying around the room.
"Well nice to meet you." The woman laughed. "My name is doctor Megan and I'll be doing your baby checkups until the little one is born."
Doctor Megan was also specially trained to take care of nations along with humans like the doctor Alfred had first seen when he found out about the baby.
"Cool, nice to meet 'cha!" Alfred smiled.
"It is a pleasure to meet you." Ivan said happily.
"Now, let me just turn the machine on." Dr. Megan said as she walked over to the machine beside Alfred.
The machine gave a few beeps signaling that it was on.
"Let's get this show on the road huh?" Doctor Megan laughed.
Alfred lifted up his shirt partially and the Doctor put some of the gel over his tummy before pressing the wand over it as well. Dr. Megan ran the wand over Alfred's belly for a few moments before actually staying at one spot.
"Here you are." She smiled before turning the screen of the machine.
For the first time, Alfred and Ivan saw their baby. At the moment it looked like the little thing was sucking on it's own thumb.
"Your baby looks like it's growing healthily." She said as she looked into the screen. "Your almost 5 months along. You should be making 5 months next week correct?"
"Yep." Alfred nodded.
"Good so it seems everything is just fine." She nodded.
Alfred could feel Ivan hold onto his hand and give it a little squeeze and that made Alfred get butterflies in his tummy,
"I could tell you the gender if you would like." She suggested.
"No thanks dude, I want it to be a total surprise." Alfred told her.
"So do I." Ivan nodded in agreement.
Month 5:
"Alfred we are going to be late!" Ivan called from downstairs.
"I'm coming!" Alfred yelled back, getting frustrated.
He was lying on the bed trying to button up his pants. There was another world meeting in Washington DC this month and Alfred couldn't wear sweatpants to the meeting. Could you imagine what England would have to say?
"Okay seriously, I need to buy some new pants." Alfred muttered as he tried even harder.
In a few moments, Ivan was walking into the room.
"What are you doing?" The tall Russian asked.
"My stupid fucking pants won't button like what the fuck!" Alfred shouted before bursting into tears. "My pants won't button, we're gonna be late for the meeting and I'm so hungry I wanna eat a whole cheesecake right now."
Ivan sighed, he hated these mood swings and extra sensitive feelings mostly because Alfred would often direct his anger at the Russian.
"How about we quickly run to the store and buy you some new pants, da?" Ivan suggested.
Alfred wiped his eyes and nodded.
After going to a maternity store, and Cheesecake factory afterward, the two got to the meeting only a half hour late. When they walked in through the doors, everyone looked at them.
"Sorry we're late dudes but the Hero's finally here so the meeting can begin!" Alfred announced cheerfully.
"You're late, wanker." England commented.
"Non, really? Nobody noticed, thank you Angleterre." France teased sarcastically.
"Oh shut up." England said, rolling his eyes.
"Yea I ran into a bit of difficulties with this little dude." Alfred told them, placing a hand on his now larger belly. "But everything's all good now so let's get started."
The meeting began, each country reporting what their economy was like and their military and just things like that.
"Ooh I have a question for America!" Italy burst out suddenly.
"Okay Italian dude, go for it!" America smiled.
"Can we throw you a baby shower?" Italy asked.
"That has nothing to do with economy." Germany said from beside him.
"Nah it's cool Germany. Sure you can, I mean if you want to." Alfred answered.
"Yay! I'm in charge of decorations, called it!" the Italian nation exclaimed enthusiastically.
"And I'll cook some-" England began.
"NO!" Every nation interrupted.
"Non silly Angleterre, I'll make the deserts and snacks." Francis chimed in.
"I think Austria should do the music!" Italy suggested.
"Of course I should." Austria nodded.
The whole rest of the meeting, everyone talked about and planned the baby shower for America.
After the Meeting, the American and the Russian nations went back to Alfred's house. The two planned on watching movies for a little while which sounded great to Alfred.
The two sat on the couch, Alfred hogging the bowl of popcorn as usual.
"This movie is a classic." Alfred told Ivan as the movie started to play.
They were watching Dirty Dancing, something Ivan had never even heard of before. But he watched it because he knew Alfred wanted to watch it and he really didn't want Alfred to throw a hormonal tantrum for not getting his way.
"Well if you like it, it must be good." Ivan nodded, placing an arm around his lover's shoulder.
Alfred shoveled a handful of popcorn into his mouth before nodding eagerly.
Not even 10 minuets into the movie, Alfred started to feel weird. His stomach felt strange like weird butterflies. But he ignored it. But then he felt a little "tap" sort of felling against his tummy and he sat of straight.
"Are you okay?" Ivan asked, looking over at Alfred.
"Holy shit dude." Alfred gasped. "The baby!"
"Why what is wrong with the baby?!" Ivan questioned, starting to go into panic mode.
"Nothin's wrong it's just.. the baby's movin' inside of me!" Alfred smiled. "It's the first time I've felt it move!"
"Really? that is such a relief." Ivan sighed.
"Sorry for worrying you dude it just caught me by surprise." The shorter nation apologized.
"It is okay, I am happy that our little one is okay and growing." The Russian grinned.
Month 6:
"Hmm y'know what Mattie, I think the crib should go over there instead." Alfred ordered as he pointed to the corner of the the room.
They were currently putting together the nursery since Alfred was due in only 3 months. Francis, Arthur and Ivan had already painted the room a nice lilac color. Now all that needed to be placed was the furniture. Matthew, who was the strongest at the moment since Alfred could not lift heavy things, was in the middle of the room holding up the crib with one hand.
"Alfred if I put it there then I'm not gonna move it again. This is the 5th time you told me to put it somewhere else." Matthew warned his brother.
"I know, I know. Okay that's the last time I promise." Alfred declared.
Matthew sighed and put the crib down in the corner effortlessly.
"Looks good Mattie." Alfred said as he looked it over.
The American could feel the baby kick against his tummy, he put a hand where the little one was kicking.
"Looks like the little dude agrees too." America smiled.
"Good." Matthew smiled in return. "I'll put the bookshelf in the corner okay?"
"Sure." Alfred nodded.
Matthew lifted up the shelf and started towards the other corner.
"How is the room coming along?" Ivan asked, walking up behind Alfred.
"It's coming along good, right Mattie?" Alfred asked.
"Yup." Matthew agreed, placing the bookshelf down.
"That is good news. However, I also have some bad news.." Ivan told them.
"What happened?" Alfred wondered, turning to his lover.
"Arthur made lunch." The Russian answered.
"Oh dear God." Matthew chimed in.
"Maybe we can leave through the window, we're not that high up, Mattie." Alfred replied in a jokingly-serious tone.
"Boys come down for lunch!" They all heard Arthur call.
"Well little dude, get ready to taste Arties cooking." Alfred spoke to the baby which earned him a kick in response.
About a week later, Ivan was busy getting the baby shower all nice and ready. He wanted it to be something memorable for Alfred. Alfred insisted on helping with the planning but Ivan told him that he and the other nations would do the planning. It was mostly Ivan, Italy and Finland who did the planning. Oh and Hungary did help a bit.
Alfred was lying in bed, the baby was kicking and moving so much that Alfred kept putting pieces of skittles on his belly to watch it bounce up. Ivan walked into the bedroom a curiously looked at America.
"Dude check this out!" Alfred exclaimed.
The American grabbed a skittle from the bag and placed it on his swollen belly. The baby kicked a few times causing the skittle to bounce up an down.
"That is very.. neat." Ivan smiled.
"Sure is dude." Alfred nodded. "How's the party planning going?"
"Oh it's going very well, your party is set for in two weeks." Ivan informed him.
"Kick ass, I can't wait."
Month 7:
The party had finally come around and everything was perfect. They had thrown the baby shower in America's house which was plenty big for everyone. Austria was playing the piano and America had requested for him to play "Turn Down For What". Hungary and Liechtenstein were handing out snack cakes that France, Italy and China had prepared. The decoration were also beautiful, there were light purple and silver banners across the walls, Italy had also made a few white origami doves and hung them up. There were gifts on a separate table and even more treats and drinks on another table.
"Wow can I feel your tummy again?" Italy asked America.
"Sure dude, feel away." Alfred laughed.
Italy placed his hands on either side of the Alfred's tummy and when he felt a few kicks, he gasped.
"The bambino is kicking!" Italy giggled. "Fratello! Lovino! Come here and feel!"
"No that's stupid why would I do that?" Italy's brother, Lovino, asked rhetorically.
"Come on dude, it's fun!" Alfred chimed in.
Lovino groaned before walking over and placing a hand on the American's huge tummy. The baby kicked at Lovino's hand making his eyes go wide.
"See isn't it cool?" Italy grinned.
"I wanna feel too!" The little nation of Sealand exclaimed as he ran up to America.
"Sure thing." Alfred nodded.
Lovino moved out of the way and Sealand placed both of his hands on his relative's belly. The baby seemed really active since it started kicking another few times.
"Woah." The little boy gawked.
"I know." Alfred chuckled. "The little dude must be excited, it's never kicked this much before."
"And here's the last gift." Ivan announced as he handed it to his lover who was seated on the couch.
"Thanks babe." Alfred nodded before tearing through the wrapping paper.
The couple had already received so many gifts from their friends and family. They had gotten clothes, diapers, toys, some baby walkers and play pens, even home made dolls. Yekaterina, Russia's big sister had hand made one of the dolls and his little sister Natalia had hand made a blanket for the little one.
The last gift was from England and when America opened it, just looking at the thing made him feel sick with emotions. It was a little rag doll that England had made for him when he was just a little tiny nation.
"Artie you shouldn't have." Alfred choked out, tears threatening his eyes.
"Well, it's something meaningful and I hope that it will be meaningful to your child and their children and so forth." England smiled.
"Thanks dude, I really appreciate it." America nodded before taking of his glasses and wiping his eyes.
Month 8:
"I will be back before the baby arrives, do not worry." Ivan assured Alfred.
Ivan was to go back to Russia for a little bit for business but he told Alfred that he would make it back in time for the baby's arrival.
"But what if you're not?" Alfred protested as he looked up to meet Ivan's gaze.
"I will be, I promise." The Russian spoke softly, resting a hand on Alfred's cheek.
The American let his eyes slip shut for a moment before he gave a slight nod. "Okay."
With that, Ivan smiled, placed a small kiss on Alfred's nose and quick one on his belly before picking up his suitcase.
"I will see you soon Принц. Я тебя люблю." Ivan told him.
"I love you too." Alfred replied feeling a bit defeated.
And so, Ivan left, going back to Russia for a few weeks.
"Mattie, bro I'm so stoked that you could stay with me." Alfred cheered.
"Yea well I couldn't leave you by yourself since you could go into labor any day now." Matthew replied as he walked in through the door. "When did Ivan say he was getting back anyway?"
"Something about 2-3 weeks or somethin' like that." America answered.
"Oh I see." Matthew nodded. "How about I make us some lunch?"
"Yea, I could go for some of your pancakes right about now."
Almost 9 months along, Alfred started to get excited about the arrival of his baby. His due date was in about 2 weeks and he couldn't be happier! Well he would be if Ivan were there..
Alfred had accepted the fact that Ivan probably wouldn't be there for the birth of their child and he knew that was likely possibility. Still, he couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of having the baby alone. Ivan had been there for him through almost everything while he was pregnant. Ivan was the one who massaged him when he was sore or achy, it was Ivan who went out and bought him ice cream at 3 in the morning, and it was Ivan who showered his belly with kisses when they had special moments. So he loathed the obvious fact that his lover and the father of his baby wouldn't be there for the birth of their child.
However, he was grateful that his brother was there to look after him. If Ivan wasn't there, he was glad Matthew could be.
Just two weeks.
Month 9:
"Here Alfred." Matthew told his brother as he placed a stack of pancakes on the coffee table in front of him.
"Thanks bro." Alfred beamed.
"No problem." Matthew nodded before walking back into the kitchen.
Alfred picked up his fork and went to stab it in his pancake when there was a sudden knock at the door.
"I'll get it!" Alfred called out.
The American stood up (after a moment of struggling) and made his way to the door. Opening the door, there Ivan was, standing tall in front of him.
Ivan took a look at his lover's even bigger belly. "Glad to see I came back in time."
Alfred was overwhelmed with happiness, Ivan was here, he was really here!
"IVAN BABE YOU'RE HERE!" Alfred practically squealed.
"Yes I am." Ivan chuckled before embracing his smaller lover. The two tried getting as close as they could without Alfred's huge belly separating them.
Alfred made noises that a teenaged girl would probably make but he didn't care he just jumped up and down excitedly in his lover's arms.
And then.
Alfred stopped squealing and jumping and he froze. There was something soaking his jeans and a huge wave of unfamiliar pain took over him.
"Uh I think I got a little too excited." Alfred chuckled nervously.
"What do you mean?" Ivan asked, looking concerned.
"Well I think I'm going into labor right now." Alfred answered.
"WHAT?!" Ivan cried out.
"Is everything okay?" Matthew asked, emerging from the kitchen. He caught the sight of Ivan. "Oh hello Ivan! I didn't think you'd be back home so soon!"
"Uh Mattie?" Alfred began as he looked to his brother.
"Hmm?" Matthew hummed in response.
"Could you call an ambulance cause the baby's sorta coming." Alfred told his brother before feeling another pain.
"Oh. OH." Matthew gasped before running to the house phone.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Alfred shouted as he pushed again.
The American was clutching Ivan's hand so tight it could've broken. Luckily, it hadn't.
"Shh you're almost there." Ivan assured his lover.
"NO FUCK YOU DON'T TELL ME TO SHH." Alfred yelled at him.
"Almost got the shoulder's out Mr. Jones." The doctor told him.
"See? Almost there." Ivan reminded him.
Alfred laid back on the pillows, his caramel blond clung to his forehead with sweat and his eyes looked drained.
"But it hurt's too bad. I can't do it." Alfred spoke softer.
"Yes you can, I know you can." Ivan whispered before kissing Alfred's forehead.
Alfred took a moment before sitting up and grabbing Ivan's hand again. He took a deep breath before pushing as hard as he could and that was it. Then the cries of their baby filled the room.
"It's a girl!" The doctor exclaimed as she held their newborn baby.
"A girl." Alfred smiled as he breathed heavily.
"I can not wait to see her." Ivan smiled.
It took a few minuets but then the doctor came holding their little baby. When Alfred held her, nothing else mattered but his daughter. His daughter with cerulean blue eyes same shade as his own and platinum blonde hair like Ivan. Her cries had stopped yet fat tears rolled down her chubby pink cheeks and her bottom lip was jutted out in a pout.
"She's so beautiful Ivan." Alfred smiled.
"Da, she is." Ivan nodded. "What will be her name?"
"I like the name Charlotte?" Alfred suggested but it really came out as a question.
"Charlotte.. Anka?" Ivan spoke. "What about Anka for a middle name?"
Alfred thought for a moment. "I like that. Charlotte Anka Braginski."
"It suits her." Ivan smiled then kissed his daughter's chubby cheek.
((A/N: Wow this took so much longer than I expected I'm so sorry! I'm still so backed up in requests but I'm trying to fill them all! Please be patient with the month by month ones, they take a bit longer to write up, so, please don't be made if I fill a shorter request before yours, I'm trying my best since I got a computer back v.v Thank you for reading everyone for your wonderful feedback, I appreciate it! I'll probably fill another request over the weekend so look out for that lovelies! Thanks again I hope you enjoyed.))
((Key: Сердце моё = my heart
Принц = Prince
Я тебя люблю = I love you))