Sleep Well (GermanyxReader)

You smiled at the arms wound around your swollen stomach. Hands that were too big, too rough to be delicate but that somehow felt as light as a feather against your sensitive skin. Pale hairs against pale skin and a calloused thumb that would occasionally rub circles into your flesh, soothing you and guiding your breathing.

You knew he was awake and he was equally aware that you were, but neither of you dared to speak for fear the moment might be ruined. Your breathing was deep and your entire body seemed to rise and fall with each breath. His strong chest was pressed flush against your bare back- clothes had quickly become uncomfortably tight against your growing figure.

Two pairs of feet tangled together beneath a single quilt, the sheet having been kicked off by your restless sleep but the blanket remaining due to your husband’s nurturing nature. He didn’t want either of you to catch cold while you slept. He would gladly give up his half of the blanket to keep the two of you warm.

Slowly, you began to nuzzle your way closer to Ludwig, wanting the warmth that emanated from his toned skin more than anything. Breaking the illusion, you rolled onto your back while your shoulders twisted to face the German man.

“Guten Morgen,” you murmured to him.

He repeated the phrase to you, voice low and rumbling through your body. “How did you sleep?” he asked, honestly wanting to know the answer.

You shrugged, toying with the fingers that rested on your round stomach. “Better than usual, but he gets restless when he’s still, I think.”

Ludwig’s blue eyes narrowed and he lowered himself so that his lips were pressing against your belly button. “You must allow your mother to sleep, young sir, so that you may be born strong and healthy,” he purred against your skin, causing quiet giggles to bubble up from your chest. The blonde smiled back up at you, pleased to see you smile.

“I don’t think he can hear you from all the way in there,” you managed with a chuckle.

Your husband lifted his head, chin now resting where his lips had just been. “Nonsense,” he chuffed, “He is my son, after all. Any orders given to him he shall hear and obey.”

Smiling sleepily, you ran a hand down your stomach. “Let’s hope that’s true,” you said, “I can’t even imagine what dealing with a rebellious you would be like.”

Ludwig watched you with a smile as you yawned, stretching your arms over your head and arching your back upwards. He leaned up, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Go back to sleep, meine Maus.”

“Yes, dear,” you sighed playfully, leaning into his touch as he caressed you.

He curled his arms around your stomach once more, humming some lullaby to either you for your baby, you weren’t entirely sure.

Whomever the song was intended for, it served its purpose and both you and your child slept again, this time with no interruptions of kicks or pains.

Once he was sure you were asleep, Ludwig snuck out of the bed to make a few calls. First to his boss to call in with some excuse regarding his pregnant wife that the boss pretended he understood while he really had no idea what it felt like to be a father, and then to his older brother.

The phone had only rung one and a half times when Gilbert picked up with a shout of “West!”.

Ludwig cringed, rubbing his temples but feeling a smile creep onto his face regardless. “Hallo, Bruder. Wie geht’s?” [Hello, brother. How are you?]

"Das ist nicht wichtig. Wie geht es deine Frau und deinen Junge? Sind sie gesund?” [That's not important. How are your wife and son? Are they healthy?]

The questions seemed to never end, but finally Gilbert let up. “Ja, ja. Es geht ihnen sehr gut, aber ich glaube dass (F/n) schläft nicht genug.” [Yes, yes. They are well. but I don't think (F/n) sleeps enough.]

“Wirklich? Dass ist schlecht,” the generally excited man became somber. [Really? That's terrible.]

“Gilbert,” Ludwig addressed his brother, voice stern, “Es ist ok. Wir sind ok. Wie geht es dir?” [It's ok. We're ok. How are you?]

Immediately the man lightened up. “Mir geht es super! Wann kann ich euch sehen?” [I'm super! When can I see you guys?]

Ludwig looked back to the bedroom where you slept and felt another smile slip onto his usually so stern face at the thought of his brother meeting his new nephew. “Bald, Brüder. Ich denke, dass meine Frau dich sehen will.” [Soon, brother. I think my wife wants to see you.]

“Gut!” Gilbert laughed, “Ich bin der beste Onkel!” [I am the best uncle!]

Another smile. It was good to speak with his brother after so long, but Ludwig wanted to return to your side again while you still slept peacefully. “Bis bald, Gilbert.” [See you soon, Gilbert.]

“Auf Wiederhören, West!” [Until next time, West!]

Quietly, the large German man hung up and crept back into bed with you. You shifted to curl against him, your chest rising and falling steadily and your stomach still. He pressed a kiss to both your navel and your cheek before allowing himself to fall asleep, curled to your body like a puzzle piece.