A/N: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. BEST FANDOM EVER. <3 Enjoy and send me your thoughts, they mean so much to me.
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Zendaya sat at Val’s dinner table, twirling pasta with her fork. After she was done at the doctor’s with her dad, she’d sworn him to secrecy and headed Val’s way. She knew she needed to tell Val about the baby, but she just couldn’t find the words.
“Is it the food? Are you still feeling sick?” Val asked, snapping her back to the present moment.
“No babe! Yes,” Zendaya answered quickly.
“Huh? Are you okay? You’ve been kinda distant since you got back from seeing your dad,” Val took her hand in his.
Absentmindedly she pressed the palm of her hand against her tummy. There was life growing inside her and though she realized Val might now want anything to do with her now, it was going to be okay. She was going to be a mommy, whether she had anyone helping her or not.
“Val, I didn’t go to my dad’s. Well I did but I also went somewhere else…”Zendaya struggled.
“Are you leaving me for Quincy?!” Val asked abruptly.
He stunned Zendaya silent. How could he think that? She’d never go back to that asshole. In the silence she found an ounce of courage.
“I went to the doctor. I’m pregnant,” said Zendaya.
Val dropped his fork and it chimed against the dinner plate. He watched her, waiting for some clue that she was pranking him but she never showed any. Instead, he saw the corners of her mouth turn up as they did when she was about to cry. Val stood up and walked to her. He fell to his knees in front of her and threw his arms around her.
“Oh baby! You’re having a baby. WE’RE having a baby!” Val hollered, pressing kisses to her abdomen.
Zendaya giggled as he kissed every inch of her abdomen he could reach. She ran her fingers through his wavy hair and knew this moment was going to be short lived.
He laughed, pulling her tighter and pressing a long, hard kiss to her mouth. After a fleeting moment, Zendaya pulled back to say what she knew she had to.
“I don’t know who the father of my baby is, Val.”
He had to admit his heart sank a little, but he had known this was the case since the moment she’d told him she was pregnant.
“I know. But if you’d let me, I’ll raise this baby as my own even if it’s not biologically mine,” he whispered back.
All the anxiety solidified in Z’s tear ducts and ran down her face.
“Oh Val, I love you,” she cried, pressing her temple against his chest.
“I love you too, Zendayachka.”
Kazembe sat at the bar, staring more at the liquor than actually drinking his whiskey. He’d been strong all day for his little girl, but now he didn’t have to be. She was too young. She was a baby herself! But he had done what he’d promised God he would do the moment she took her first breath—he’d taken care of her in her most dire moment of need.
“What’s eating you, man?” the bartender asked, wiping down the bar next to Kazembe.
“I don’t know even know where to begin,” Kaz answered.
“I’m all ears, buddy.”
“My youngest is having a baby and I’m terrified for her. She’s only 18,” he confided.
“Oh man, that’s rough. But I mean, she’s your kid. I felt the same way when my son got a girl pregnant at 19. You can only love them to a point and then you gotta let ‘em fly.”
“You’re right, you’re right. I’m just worried about her, you know?” Kazembe replied, looking the bartender in the eyes as he poured both of them another whiskey.
“To being grandpas why too damn early,” the bartended toasted, clinking his glass against Kaz’s.
They pour the liquor down their throats and didn’t see a young man at the end of the bar, hoodie pulled around his face and a look of pure evil in his eyes.
Zendaya cried out in ecstasy as Val pushed himself deeper. He was being so gentle, yet she’d never felt him this deep inside her before. She grabbed onto his waist and pushed against his ass, spreading her legs for him to go even further. Zendaya held a moan in her throat as he grazed her g-spot with the tip of his dick.
Her back bent forward and felt herself falling off the edge, just as she felt him seize inside her, filling her up with his seed.
Breathlessly, Val pulled out and fell against her body carefully.
“Holy shit…that…was…fucking incredible.”
“You’re incredible, Valentin,” Zendaya retorted, looking at him with those big brown eyes he couldn’t resist. Val pushed himself down her body and laid his head against her tummy.
“It’s going to be okay, right babe?” she asked, running her fingers through his damp hair.
“We’re a family together, Zendaya. It’s going to be more than okay, babe. I promise,” Val whispered, pressing light kisses against her stomach before pressing his ear against her skin.
Right there was where he belonged, with Zendaya and their baby, his body shielding them from the rest of the world.