Helmut's POV
We talk until y/n says she needs to go to bed. I forget that we have a bit of a time difference when we talk sometimes, though she said it was a lot bigger when she was here. While it's midnight for her, it's only seven at night for me.

Something hits my face and I look at my door way to see Lila pointing a nerf gun at me before she giggles and runs away.

"Sorry," Clint laughs as he comes into the door way, another nerf gun in hand.

"They've sure got your aim," I chuckle.

A dart hits him in the neck.

"Yep," he laughs again, "how's y/n?"

"She's alright," I sigh, "she said she felt a bit nauseous at one point but that she was fine."

"Nauseous?" Laura asks as she comes in the room.

"Yeah," I nod, "that's been happening a lot lately."

"Is she pregnant?" She leans against my desk.

Pregnant?
I hadn't thought of that.

"I don't know," my head runs with thoughts.

We had sex, plenty of sex.
Maybe she is.
But if she is, is it mine, or did she sleep with someone while she was back home?

No.
She wouldn't do that.

"Maybe she should do a test," Laura suggests, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Maybe," I agree.

Should I bring it up to her tomorrow when she calls?

"You coming down for dinner?"

"In a bit."

"Kay."

They leave and tell their kids to hear to the dinning room while I sit on my bed still thinking.

I might be a father.

I grin to myself.

I might get to have a little Baron or Baroness.
Or maybe even both.

If she is pregnant.

I like the idea of it.

I wonder what we would name them.   

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Y/n's POV
I wake up to the need to puke and run to the bathroom.  I upchuck my dinner, the ice cream, everything I ate last night.

Did I eat something bad?

I stand back up and flush the toilet when I'm finished and go to the sink to rinse my mouth out. I brush my teeth again too, to get rid of the taste.

I'm still a bit nauseous.

I open up the medicine cabinet and grab the pill bottles but my hand freezes.

My eyes shift to the Midol beside it.

When did I last take Midol?

Last month right?

No.

Month before?

No.

The last time I took Midol, I was with Helmut.

Two months ago.

Holy fucking shit.

I run back to my room and scramble for my phone.

It's three in the morning.

I dial Milo.

"Hello?" She answers on the fourth ring.

"Can you run by the dollar store and get me a pregnancy test?" I ask in a rush.

There a pause.

"I'm on my way!"

She hangs up and I begin to pace the floor.

Fifteen minutes later, the front door opens and quickly comes to my room.

"When was the last time you had a period?" She asks, handing me the test.

"Two months ago," I call as I slam the bathroom door shut.

I stare at the unopened test, debating wether or not to take it.

I could be pregnant.
Or I could not.

And I'm not sure if I'm excited or worried.

I like the idea of it.
But what if I am?
I'll have to raise the baby alone, only being able to face time the father.

What will Helmut say if I am?
Will he be happy?
Will he be upset?

I let out a shaky breath as I open the test.

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Milo's POV
I wait outside the door, waiting for y/n to come back out.

Is she really pregnant?

If she is, is that why the story is still going?

Is there a way to–

Hang on a sec.

Since when was this shit in my pov?

Go back to y/n!

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Y/n's POV
I stare at the test, sitting on the toilet seat, as I wait for it to change.

I watch as two little lines appear.
Positive.

A strange sound comes from me, somewhere between a sob, a sigh, and a laugh.

"Y/n," Milo asks from the other side of the door, "what does it say?"

"I'm pregnant," my voice shakes.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah."

The door opens and she slowly walks in.

"You okay?" She sits on her knees next to me.

"Yeah, I just uh," a shaky laugh leaves me, "I just don't know what to do."

"Why don't we call Helmut?" She suggests softly, "I'm sure he would want to know, too."

I nod and grab my phone off the counter.

I click on Helmut's contact and hit face time with shaking hands.

He answers quickly.

"Darling?" He asks confused, "shouldn't you be asleep?" He takes in my expression, "Darling, what's wrong?"

He leans forward and the background noise stops.
He must have been watching TV or a movie.

"Is y/n okay?" I hear Laura.

"I don't know," he answers her, then addresses me again, "Darling, what's going on?"

"I uh," my voice shakes again, and I look to Milo. She nods in encouragement. "I've got some news."

"What is it?"

I turn the camera around and show him the test.

He squints at it a bit then his expression changes to pure joy.

"I'm going to be a father?" A few tears of joy fall from his eyes.

"Yeah," I small laugh of relief bubbles up my throat, "I'm pregnant."

"Congratulations man," Clint shakes his shoulder.

"That's great!" Laura exclaims.

I had been worried for nothing. He's absolutely ecstatic.

I turn the camera back to my face as I swipe away my own tears.

"It's might be what's tethering her to the story," Milo says leaning in next to me.

"Could it help bring her back?" Clint asks.

"Maybe," Milo answers, "but I'll have to figure out how."

"Helmut?"

He seems to be lost in thought.

"Hm?"

"What are you thinking about?"

He grins.

"Christmas songs," he full on smiles.

I furrow my brows in confusion.

"You left two months ago so that would make you two months pregnant," he explains, "it's June so..."

I catch on.

"I'm due in December," I smile back.

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