A/N: I have NO knowledge in how sugar relationships work, if there's something that should be changed or removed, let me know.
Requested By: FukariBaranohana
Warning/s: Suggestive, Mentions of Sex, Profanity
Tag/s: SugarDaddy!Albert, Fem!SugarBaby!Reader
Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name
2nd Person's POV
As you tried to move, you heard someone groan as they held you tightly around the waist.
You slowly opened your eyes and saw that you were still in the inn, Albert peacefully sleeping as he hugged you tightly.
You breathed out a smile as you turned around, hissing slightly at the muscle pain.
"It's morning already..." you reminded, making him sigh.
"I'll go first..." he muttered, kissing the top of your head as he slowly got up from the bed, showing some pinkish marks on his neck down to his chest.
"Oh, shit..." you mumbled, moving closer as you touched his shoulder.
Albert looked at you curiously, seeing the problem on himself.
"And who's fault is that?" he chuckled with a smirk, making you smack his shoulder lightly.
"Don't worry, they won't be seen," he reassured as he put on the robe left on the chair.
"I guess that's true..." you mumbled, pulling the sheets closer to your chest as the cold air hit your bare skin.
"I'll just stay here while you leave...." you snuggled back into the bed, groaning slightly from the ache, making Albert look over to you.
"Are you okay?" he asked, making you nod your head.
"Yup... Just a little sore," you smiled as you enjoyed the warmth of the blankets.
"I'll see you next week then?" you asked, making him smile and lean over you.
"As always," he replied as you propped yourself up with your elbow and kissed his lips.
"But be a little gentle next time, okay, Albert? It's a bit awkward to explain why there's a limp to my step every week,"
"(Y/N)! Good morning!" (F/N) greeted as they hit you playfully on the back, making you stumble forward.
"Oh! Sorry... I forgot," they muttered, helping you up as you felt your face warm up.
"I'm fine..." you reassured, but the limp was still evident.
"Uh-huh..." they smirked, making you roll your eyes, "Anyways, the boss was looking for you last night. Something about a mistake in the reports?"
"What!? I already finished my reports two days ago!" you exclaimed, making (F/N) shush you.
"Don't worry, I smoothed things over. It was just some grammar and spelling mistakes. Apparently, it's one of the interns, and the boss just wants you to train them more,"
You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose, your head already hurting with the thoughts of what the day would bring.
"Ms. (L/N)!" Anthony shouted, surprising you and (F/N) as he bowed stiffly.
"I'm sorry for my mistake! It won't happen again!" he shouted, making you sigh.
"Don't worry about it. I should have checked the reports more thoroughly," you reassured, unlocking the door to your office.
"Yeah, we're lucky Mrs. Smith was in a good mood," as you walked in, you let out a yawn and could still feel the heaviness of your body as you leaned on the door.
"Ms. (L/N)? Are you feeling okay?" Anthony asked worriedly, making you straighten up.
"Y-Yes... Just a little sleepy," you reassured, seeing (F/N)'s suggestive expression from behind him, but decided to ignore them.
"Do we still need to see Mr. Jones for the new prototype of the product?"
The day went on, and you noticed you kept visiting the bathroom to pee, rest a couple of minutes, or just feel queasy.
"Are you sure you're okay, (Y/N)?" (F/N) asked, holding onto you as you both went home.
"Yes... I'm fine," you reassured, but the grey on your face and the sunken look in your eyes said otherwise.
"I just need some time to rest..." you added, stumbling on your feet as you saw a man in a lab coat looking lost in front of your place and turned his head to you.
"Excuse me, do you know a (Y/N) (L/N)?" he asked, reading the note in his hand.
"That's me..." you answered, raising your brow.
"Oh! Good day, miss!" he chirped, "I'm Dr. Moore. Mr. Moriarty sent me," he smiled, making your blood go cold as he gave you his note.
"He asked me to give you a quick home check-up," he explained, making you sigh.
"I see..." you mumbled, internally cursing the man as you made your way to your front door.
"How have you been feeling, Ms. (L/N)?" he asked, writing something on his clipboard.
"Pretty tired, actually..." you admitted, swinging your legs as you observed the doctor take some tools from his bag.
"Do you feel ill? Nauseous? Feverish?"
"Nauseous, yes... I was also going to the bathroom more often," you added as he listened to your heartbeat through a stethoscope.
"When was your last menstruation cycle?" he asked, making you furrow your brows.
"Like... a while back...?" you answered, not really remembering when was the last.
"I see..." he muttered, taking out his clipboard, "I have reason to believe you might be pregnant, Ms. (L/N)," he beamed, making your face drop.
"I'm sorry...?" you muttered, taking it all in.
"You are with child, Ms. (L/N)," he smiled as he took your hand, "Congratulations!" he shook your hand and wrote something on the clipboard.
"Here are the recommended food and drinks, medicine for the symptoms, and my office number if you need another check-up," he gave you the paper and fixed his tools.
"Shall I call Mr. Moriarty and share the news?" he asked, and you quickly shook your head.
"I-I'll go tell him myself, thank you so much..." you smiled as Dr. Moore nodded his head.
"I'll be off then," he tipped his hat as he made his way to the door.
"Mr. Moriarty!" he greeted, making you internally freak out as you put your face in your palm.
"Dr. Moore, is the check-up already done?" Albert's voice asked, making you mentally prepare yourself.
"Yes, and I am happy to assure you Ms. (L/N) is fine with some wonderful news!" Dr. Moore reassured as you paced around the floor, recalling your past encounters with Albert.
"That's good to hear. Thank you again,"
"No worries, my boy," you heard Dr. Moore's footsteps receding as Albert was getting closer.
"(Y/N)?" Albert called out, making you stop, "How was the check-up?"
You awkwardly laugh as you scratch the back of your neck.
"You won't believe it..."
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