°•°꒰ ೀ BigQ 𑁯 !°•°

You and Quackity have been married for a few years, you loved each other, you gave each other affection and kisses. You and your husband wanted to be parents and have a little boy or girl running around the house filling you with joy and affection, but when you took the test, it always came back negative; you couldn't get pregnant for some reason. After trying for two years, you finally got pregnant, but this pregnancy has been extremely hard on both of you, especially on you, both mentally and physically. You were currently curled up under a blanket, staying shut in the room you shared with your husband. You were somewhat scared and anxious, thinking and imagining something bad that could happen to your baby when it was born, imagining the worst scenarios that could happen to your baby or during childbirth. But then Quackity opens the bedroom door and sees you, approaching you.

"Honey...are you okay? You haven't left the room."

Quackity asks in a worried tone about you