marcus baker x female!miller!reader
warnings: mentions of vomit, nausea, mentions of food, panic attacks, i think that's all...
fluff with a sprinkle of angst?
word count: 4.5k
italics = sign language
A/N: this will probably be a series bc i wanna add more to this :) also, i feel like the first one was better but i tried :/ & i wil try to dedicate more time to writing recently i've been gaming a lot more + struggling to write an essay but anyways... try to enjoy?
unedited!
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You thought the Baker's reaction to your pregnancy would be worse. However, when both you and Marcus signed the words while simultaneously voicing that you were pregnant, they both wore a look of shock on their face, Max sitting on the couch with a wide grin. She practically threw herself at you and Marcus, pulling you both into a tight embrace.
"Oh my god, I-I don't know what to say..." Ellen murmured, causing you to slightly frown, and Marcus to squeeze your hand in reassurance. Clint signed, "Well, at least I'll be a young Grandpa," He chuckled. Which caused a slight smile to grow on your face. "I wouldn't say that this is the most ideal time for a baby, seeing as you both are so young, but just know you have our support, in whatever you choose to do. Being a grandma doesn't sound too bad, the baby can call me Glamma!" Ellen began to ramble.
After you had told them your decision, they let you know that they'd be there for both of you, every step of the way. You felt the weight being lifted from your shoulders, pulling Marcus into a hug. You knew that you still had a long way to go, and you'd have to figure out how to raise a baby, where to raise your baby, and a lot more, albeit you had Marcus and he had you.
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You woke up due to nausea causing you to run to your bathroom, and fill the toilet with vomit. You felt a hand holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail, another on your back, rubbing soothingly. You knew immediately that it was your mother. Her presence seemingly relaxed you. "It's okay, baby, let it out," She murmured gently, her voice slightly rough due to the fact that she had just woken up.
Once you were done spilling your guts, you pulled away from the toilet, the horrid smell of vomit hitting your nose, causing you to once again reach for the toilet. After you were finished, you slammed the toilet lid shut, leaning your head against it, a sigh escaping your lips.
You sat there for a moment, before getting up, your mother helping you up, you quickly rinsed your mouth with mouthwash, following it up by brushing your teeth, as you tried to rid yourself of the taste of bile.
"Come on, why don't you go get some more rest, darlin'," Your mom ushered you to your room, tucking you into bed before placing a kiss on your head. You smiled at her before turning to face the window. You reached for your phone, debating on texting Marcus. However, when you saw that it was 4:30 am, you decided against it, not wanting to wake him up. You gazed out your window as you tried to go back to sleep. However, you couldn't, you tossed and turned, the moonlight shining in your room, seeing as it was still dark out. Suddenly your window was thrown open, and a figure fell onto the wooden flooring of your room. You immediately sat up, slightly frightened before you heard the slight murmur of a "Shit,".
You turned your bedside lamp on, "Marcus?" You questioned the boy, "What are you doing here?" You gazed at him curiously. "Georgia told me you were up because of morning sickness, so I thought I'd come over, not only because she practically threatened me but because I wanted to see how you and the baby are doing." He tiredly smiled, eyes slightly drooping.
A gargantuan smile broke out on your face, a giggle escaping your lips, before you patted your bed, so he'd come to lay with you. "You didn't have to come over, but thank you. And excluding the morning sickness, we're doing just fine." You responded, your hand finding its way to your flat stomach, which would soon be not-so-flat with a baby bump. Marcus placed his own hand atop yours, "I know, but I wanted to," He grinned, before gently placing a chaste kiss on your lips.
His hands found your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, cuddling you. "I can't believe we're having a baby." He murmured. "I know," You said, laying your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar, comforting scent, you let out a sigh. "What's wrong?" He questioned. "Nothing, it's just... I'm just kinda nervous about the appointment tomorrow- well, technically today."
One of his hands left your waist, placing it atop your head. "Everything's gonna go great, we've nothing to worry about, alright?"
"I know, I think it's just cause, y'know it's our first appointment..."
"Yeah, well let's get some more sleep, everything's gonna be okay, promise." He smiled, before placing another kiss on your lips, causing you to smile against his lips. You pulled away, turning to shut off your bedside lamp. Out of the corner of his eye, your night light caught Marcus's attention. He refrained from shutting it off, even though it slightly bothered him because he knew the gradual change of colors helped lull you to sleep, and you and the baby were the most important things in his life.
Marcus had drifted slightly away from you throughout the night- morning, which woke you up not even an hour later. You let out a whine, turning to find him practically at the edge of the bed, you scooted closer to him wrapping an arm and leg around his waist, the contact instantly relaxing you allowing you to drift off to sleep once again.
Marcus had gotten up a while before you, at around 9:30. Your doctor's appointment was at 12:30, so he figured he'd let you rest for another hour, while he went downstairs to make you a good, nutritional breakfast for you and the baby. He looked online and discovered that he should make you oatmeal, and decided he'd pair it with your favorite fruit and juice. Marcus placed your breakfast on a bed tray, making his way upstairs to your room, before running into Ginny and Austin. "Hey, I made some oatmeal, you guys can go ahead and get some, while I give this to your sister," They both nodded in response, a small smile on their faces, Austin saying thanks.
Marcus opened the door to your room, placing the bed tray with your nutritious breakfast at the foot of the bed. He made his way toward you, gently rubbing your shoulder to wake you. "Princess, wake up I made you breakfast." He gently voiced in an attempt to get you up. You grumbled slightly in your sleep, nuzzling your head closer to his hand. "Come on baby, it's time to get up and eat, we gotta get you ready for your appointment," He kissed your cheek, caressing the other one. You stirred, eyes slightly opening. Your eyes met Marcus's brown ones staring at you with nothing but love and pure adoration, a small grin grew on your face.
"Hi, bub."
"Morning, princess, you sleep well?" He laughed.
"Mhmm, amazing with you beside me." You smiled at him, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips. You stayed like that for a moment, as he returned the kiss, before quickly pulling away, nausea once again rising in you. "Oh god," You murmured, getting up and making your way to the bathroom as fast as you could. Marcus was quick on your toes, as you lifted the toilet lid and threw up. Marcus gently held your hair away from your face, caressing your back.
You pulled away, throat and back aching. "I'm so done with this morning sickness," You groaned out. "I wish I could make it stop." Marcus said, to which you responded with, "It's okay, it'll all be worth it," You smiled at him. You went through the process of cleaning your teeth and mouth of the taste of vomit, before pulling Marcus into a tight hug. "I love you. Thank you for being here for me and the baby."
"It's the very least, the minimum I should be doing, you don't have to thank me, bub." He replied, arms around your waist. "By the way, I made you oatmeal, so you and the baby can eat before we head to your appointment." This caused you to smile at his thoughtfulness.
"It's the very least, the minimum, I should be doing, you don't have to thank me, bub. After all, you didn't impregnate yourself." He replied with a grin, arms around your waist. "By the way, I made you oatmeal, so you and bub can eat before we head to your appointment." This caused you to smile at his thoughtfulness.
"Thank you, love, we appreciate you so much," You said, your hand gently caressing your stomach which would soon have a bump, a sign of your healthily growing baby.
"Don't thank me anymore, I'm just doing my part in making sure you and our baby are taken care of," He insisted.
"Thank you," You stubbornly insisted, a giggle escaping your lips. Marcus was about to lecture you once again before you shut him up with a kiss.
Marcus returned the kiss, as he pulled you closer to him, both of you melting into the adulation-filled kiss.
He pulled away, a whimper escaping your lips as you chased his own. "One more kiss, please?" You whined.
"You're lucky you're so cute." He muttered, allowing you to press your lips against his own once again.
Once again, you eagerly kissed him, before he pulled away. "Alright, no more kisses until you eat your breakfast, sweetheart."
"Fine," you sighed dramatically.
Marcus guided you back to bed where your bowl of oatmeal sat on the breakfast tray, along with your favorite juice.
"Come on, baby, eat your oatmeal before it gets cold or else I'm gonna feed it to you myself."
You sat down, stubbornly crossing your arms, "I was gonna eat it, but because you said that, now you get to feed it to me yourself."
He sat in front of you a laugh escaping his lips, "Fine by me," He responded.
Marcus grabbed the spoon scooping oatmeal into it before lifting it to your lips. As you were about to eat the oatmeal, Marcus moved his hand, oatmeal getting smeared on your nose.
"Oops, I didn't mean to do that, love, I'm sorry." Marcus let out a quiet laugh at the pout on your lips.
"I think I deserve another kiss as compensation," You murmured, Marcus giving into your wants as per usual.
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Once you finished your oatmeal, you and Marcus got ready to go to your ultrasound. You insisted on doing your makeup because you wanted to look good to see your baby for the first time.
"Love, you already look amazing,"
"I know, but I wanna look even more amazing," You said with a small grin.
"Alright, do you want me to braid your hair for you, while you do your makeup?"
"Pretty please,"
Marcus had been practicing braiding your hair, along with doing other styles as well, because he refused to be one of those dads that didn't know how to style their daughter's hair.
Marcus nodded, standing behind you, "Alright, what do you want, French, Dutch?"
(A/N: I think you can dutch braid most hair types like curly, wavy, straight, and really tight curls, so I decided to keep this part in, if you have really short hair I guess this might not apply to you sorry! Imagine whatever braid/style you want!)
"You choose, baby,"
He decided on doing two Dutch braids, liking the way you looked with them. "And... done!" He said tying the end of the braid with a hair tie. "How do they look?"
"Wow, they look really good, bub, thank you," You smiled at him, looking at the practically perfectly done braids.
"Your welcome, love, are you ready now?"
"Yup,"
"Alright, let's start heading downstairs."
You both made your way downstairs, running into Austin and Ginny in the living room, ever since you booked your ultrasound, they'd been begging to go with you and Marcus, and you just couldn't say no to them.
"You guys ready?" You questioned them, and they both jumped up practically buzzing with excitement as soon as they heard your voice. "Yeah, we've been waiting for you two to hurry up!" Ginny exclaimed. "Alright... where's Mom?" You asked. "Dunno," Austin shrugged.
You let out a small sigh, before calling out for Georgia. "I'm comin'!"
"Mom, we gotta go before we're late!" You called back. You heard footsteps on the stairs, before your mom, Georgia, appeared on the landing looking extra as ever, as per usual. Suddenly Max barged in, "Oh my gosh, guys, this is it, is everyone ready?! I'm so excited, let's go, go!"
Max and Ginny ended up riding with Georgia, and Austin insisted on riding with you and Marcus.
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Everyone sat cramped in the small appointment room, with you sitting on the examination table, Marcus holding your hand, as he stood next to you. Everyone was talking about everything and nothing at all at the same time, however, as soon as the ultrasound tech walked in everyone went silent.
"Wow, it looks like we have a party in here!" She laughed, in an attempt to break the silence.
"Yeah, everyone really wanted to come with us." You replied, giving a small smile to the woman.
"Well, it's no problem at all, now, why don't we get started? I assume you're the father?" She gestured to Marcus, this prompted Max to pipe in, "Oh him? That's so funny!" She laughed, "No, no, I'm the father." She nodded seriously causing you to giggle quietly.
"Oh, uh...alright, we do get a lot of interesting couples in here." The woman chuckled awkwardly.
"She-she's kidding that's- I'm the father." Marcus nodded.
"Oh, okay..." She quietly answered.
"Alright, if you could just lay down for me, and lift your shirt a little just to expose your stomach, so I can apply the gel." You nodded, doing as she said.
"Okay, it's gonna feel a little cold," She murmured before she applied the gel, "Now, this just helps the machine produce a clearer image as well as sound," You slightly shivered as the cool gel met your skin.
(A/N: Idk what I'm saying tbh, just go with it...)
"Alrighty," She grabbed the ultrasound probe, placing it on the skin where the gel had just been placed, "This can take a few moments to produce an image of the fetus," She explained, moving the probe back and forth.
You simply nodded, as everyone intensely gazed at the ultrasound screen, just waiting for something to pop up. "So, it looks like you're around 10 weeks pregnant, does that sound about right?"
You and Marcus nodded before she continued on, "So, because this is your first pregnancy, your bump can take a while to start showing, but you should start showing at around 12 weeks,"
"Now, I can't seem to find- ah, there they are, oh my-"
"What, i-is something wrong?" You blurted out, beginning to sit up, worry immediately filling you as you gazed at the image displayed on the screen of the machine, Marcus's grip on your hand tightened.
"Oh, no, no, nothing like that honey, it's just- congratulations, you're having twins!" She grinned.
"Twins?" Everyone exclaimed.
"Oh my god, we're having twins," Marcus exclaimed, turning to you, he couldn't stop himself from pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You both pulled away, tears in your eyes.
"So, I'm seeing two placentas, this just means the twins are fraternal, not identical, right now the babies are about the size of a strawberry, now let me see if I can find their heartbeats," She once again moved the ultrasound probe back and forth.
"Aww, there just two little twin strawberries hanging out in your uterus," Max exclaimed in the background, causing Georgia to laugh and Austin to question what a uterus was. Ginny attempted to explain it to the young boy without explaining too much, resulting in Austin understanding that a uterus was your tummy. "I have oatmeal in my uterus," He told Ginny. Which prompted everyone to burst out laughing. "I'll just explain it when you're older," Ginny murmured.
A small yet strong thumping began emitting from the machine. "There they are, so far so good, the heartbeats sound nice and strong, the placentas seem to be forming properly, and everyone appears to be nice and healthy." She smiled as tears escaped your eyes as you listened to the sound of your baby's heartbeat, "Sorry," You gave a teary-eyed smile to the woman in apology, Marcus gently wiped your tears with his thumb, before pressing a kiss to your cheek.
You were so happy your babies were healthy, but never in a million years did you think you'd be having twins. That was twice the crying, twice the cost, twice the feeding, and bathing. You tried not to show it but you were stressed. You and Marcus were going to raise not just one baby, but two small innocent humans, who were dependent on both of you.
"Don't worry, almost every single parent cries when they first see their baby, in your case babies," She grinned, grabbing an antiseptic wipe to remove the gel from your stomach. "Well, I'm gonna print the sonogram images for you, before I forget to mention it on your way out don't forget to schedule you're next appointment, we recommend you come in at least every 4 weeks."
"Yes, we will do that, thank you," You responded, pulling your shirt down, to its normal resting place now that the sonogram was over.
You sat up from your lying position, "I-I'm gonna go use the restroom," You hurriedly murmured, before walking out of the room. You let out a breath, searching for the restroom, once you spotted it you quickly made your way to it. You slammed the door shut, locking it, taking a few more deep breaths in an attempt to not panic.
Albeit all you could think about was the twins in your uterus. Which caused you to slightly panic and spiral. But you were carrying twins you can't panic, that's not good for the baby. Before you knew it you were sitting on the restroom floor, having a panic attack. "I c-an't do... t-this," You quietly stuttered out through your tears, as they continued to cascade down your face. You tried to calm yourself down again but failed.
Suddenly a knock sounded from the other side of the door, "Bub, are you okay in there?" You heard Marcus question. "Mhm," You managed to get out, a whimper escaping, as you tried to hide your sobs. "Baby, let me in, I can tell you're not okay, please," He quietly said through the door, his head leaning against it.
"Okay," You sniffled as you stood up, unlocking the door, and allowing Marcus to walk in.
He immediately pulled you into a hug at the sight of you in distress. "What's wrong, love?" He asked as you clung to him, tears rolling down your cheeks still. You attempted to get the words out, however, you're breathing was too quick and uneven for you to get anything out. "Baby, you need to calm down okay? Listen to my heartbeat, and just follow my breathing, okay?" He told you in a questioning manner, pulling you in tighter, wanting to somehow squeeze out whatever was causing your tears.
You nodded, your head pressed against his chest as you listened to his calm heartbeat. Somehow listening to his relaxed heartbeat and being in his arms soothed you, following as he took a deep breath in and exhaled. Both of you stood there for a moment, a comforting silence enveloping you.
"I'm sorry," You whispered.
Marcus shook his head, "You have nothing to apologize for baby, just please tell me what's wrong?"
"It's just- we're having twins, Marcus, I mean, I was scared shitless when I found out I was pregnant with a baby, but now we're gonna have two. I mean we're barely gonna graduate, and I mean- how can we afford two babies!? I know you have your job, but- this is two babies, not just one anymore! And where are we gonna live? With my mom? Your parents? A-and what about college? I-I don't know how you're not freaking out, w-why aren't you freaking out?"
Marcus simply smiled at you, "Because I love you, Y/n Miller, and I know no matter what, as long as I have you, and our families, we're gonna be alright. We'll figure everything out, I promise you," He said his hands now gently holding your face in his hands, so you could look at him. "Just please don't stress about this, it's not good for you, or our precious cargo," He grinned.
"You're crazy." You stared at him and all his calmness, causing him to laugh.
"Crazy in love with you? Yes, very much."
"I probably look a mess now," You said with a slight hint of sadness, as you fell into his arms once again.
"Well, if you look like a mess, then you're the most beautiful mess I've ever laid my eyes on."
"Hey!"
"What? It's a compliment, come on," He said, pulling you toward the mirror.
"See, still stunning, as always." He told you, placing a kiss on the top of your head.
"Wow, my makeup looks pretty good still..." You said, grabbing a paper towel and patting the tear tracks away.
"That's all you baby,"
"No, I think it's that new setting spray I got." You smiled lightly.
Another knock echoed off the restroom walls interrupting you, followed by Ginny's voice, "Y/n/n are you okay in there? You've been gone a while... Marcus was supposed to come get you but he probably got lost, he's kinda an idiot-" she was interrupted by a squeaky voice speaking up, "Hey, that's not a nice thing to say, Ginny." Austin said.
"I mean, is she lying though?" Max questioned.
"Honey, you alright?" Your mom called out after, as you and Marcus tried to contain your laughs.
"Maybe she's not in there," Max murmured.
You opened the door, being met with your family huddled around the door, "I'm fine guys, just a little worried, and hormonal, but besides that, fine." You gave them a reassuring smile.
"Well, come on then, we gotta set up you're next appointment," Georgia said, nodding toward the front desk.
You all began walking toward the desk as you overheard Marcus, "Thanks for sticking up for me bud,"
Austin nodded, "You're welcome, Ginny's just a big old grump."
"You're right about that, Max too," He replied teasingly, causing both girls to roll their eyes as you laughed at the conversation taking place.
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You texted Padma images of the ultrasound seeing as she wasn't able to make it. She congratulated you, her messages filled with love and excitement. Seeing as it was Saturday, the rest of the day was spent with your families, Clint and Ellen joining everyone at your house. They both sat in amazement as they stared at the sonogram images of your little strawberry twins.
"Wow, two healthy babies! We're gonna have our hands full, again!" Clint signed.
"I know, I wonder if it's because you and Maxine are twins Marcus," Ellen murmured.
"Actually the ultrasound tech said something about it affecting ovulation, so Max would be twice as likely to have twins than me, or if one of our babies is a girl, she'd be more likely too. We just got lucky, I guess," Marcus explained to his parents.
"Alright, remind me to never try for kids then, we don't need two pairs of twins running around. That's chaos is what that is." Max laughed.
"I mean I'm sure you guys will be fine though," She smiled awkwardly.
"Well, I can't just wait to meet our little twins!" Georgia spoke, as you were all lounging around in the living room.
"Were they able to tell if they're gonna be identical or fraternal? I don't remember how many weeks I was when they were able to tell us, with Max and Marcus." Ellen asked, Clint nodding in support of the question.
"They're fraternal, thankfully, I don't know how we would do it if they were identical. I mean we'd probably mix them up while they're babies..." You answered while signing.
"There are actually a few tricks to tell them apart when they're babies, like name bracelets or, painting their toenail a certain color, stuff like that," Ellen responded.
"Yeah, and you guys might need to use some of those tricks, I mean, Max and Marcus looked almost identical when they were babies," Clint informed you.
"Well then," You smiled nervously, leaning into Marcus's arms even more. He rested his chin on the top of your head, as you sighed into his neck, beginning to feel slightly tired.
"You feel alright?"
"Mhm, just a little tired..."
"Wanna go nap for a little bit?"
"No, it's okay, we can hang out down here a little longer if you want."
"Y/n/n don't make me drag you upstairs, if you're tired, go nap," Ginny said seriously.
"Yes, ma'am, I guess I'll see everyone later," You said, before Marcus helped you up and to your room. He closed your curtains to block the evening sun, before pulling the sheets back, allowing you to get into bed. You lay down, letting out a sigh in comfort, patting beside you for Marcus to join you.
He gladly obliged, cuddling you once he laid down. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his calming and comforting scent. "You feel a little bit better about having twins?"
"Yeah, especially since your parents have experience in that department, I still can't believe it."
"I know, we're having twins," He murmured.
"Yup, I wonder what gender they'll be..." You mumbled.
"Me too, but as long as they're healthy, that's all that matters." He said as he caressed your back with his hands, rubbing it soothingly.
"Mhmm," You hummed, you're breathing slowing as you began to fall asleep.
"Love you, bub," You sleepily muttered.
"I love you too," Marcus responded before placing a gentle kiss on your lips, "Sweet dreams, baby." He whispered as you drifted off.
He pulled you closer to him as he began to drift off as well. Your favorite place was in his arms and his favorite place was you.
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A/N: there are alot of like nicknames in this, lmk which one y'all think marcus would call the reader bc i really am unsure, also how do we feel about "princess" i think it's cute but ik it gives some ppl the ick... anyways have a great rest of your day/night/morning! 💞