pairing: Wolffe x f!Reader

warnings: pregnancy and brief references to trauma and war

word count: 1309

summary: where you tell wolffe you’re pregnant when he comes back from a campaign

A/N: hi @ortizshinkaroff i hope this meets your expectations and im sorry it took so long for me to get to your request 🥺

Adike

You’re always on his mind but this time it’s different. This time he was secure in the knowledge that he would be with you by the end of the rotation. With each passing minute, Wolffe can feel his excitement growing.

******

When the ship finally lands and General Koon has finished debriefing him, he eagerly makes his way into the hangar where the rest of his brothers are. Not all the clones had someone waiting for them but those that did reunited with them there. Although civilians weren’t technically allowed on base, exceptions were made for occasions such as this. How could anyone deny the clone troopers the very ones who missed them the most when they were off on missions? Especially with all they go through and what they risked, serving the Republic.

Seeing the familiar faces of Rex and some of the 501st, he approaches and asks if they had seen you.

‘Sorry vod. Haven’t heard from your girl in a while.’ Rex shrugs apologetically and pats him on the back before moving on to greet the other clones.

Wolffe can’t help but be worried now. The 501st had been back on Coruscant for a week now and you usually made it a point to say hello at least once.

Distractedly, he leaves the hangar muttering brief goodbyes and see you laters to those who approach him.

*******

The trip to your Coruscant apartment is short. Wolffe doesn’t even remember most of it, too preoccupied by his worries for you. They buzzed around inside his head, nearly driving him mad.

It’s a relief when he finally ends up in front of your familiar door. He rings the bell once, twice and then a third time, bouncing up and down on his toes nervously.

You don’t answer and any relief he felt when he arrived disappears. This wasn’t like you at all.

Hurriedly punching in the code into the keypad, the door slides open and he rushes in.

The living room and small kitchen is empty and he heads into your bedroom.

A faint noise sounds from the joined bathroom and his eyes strain to make out your form in the dim light.

You don’t appear to have noticed his approaching footsteps, remaining slumped against the vac tube.

‘Y/n?’

You jump and manage a weak smile in his direction before a look of discomfort crosses your face.

Wolffe barely has any time to react before you lean over the vac tube and throw up. You brace your hands against the edge, heaving the contents of your stomach into the tube.

******

Familiar warm hands are on your back and instinctively, you relax into his welcome touch. It couldn’t be put into words, the extent to which you’ve missed it. Missed him.

‘Oh cyare.’ Your boyfriend rubs soothing circles into your back as you cough, grimacing at the bitter taste of bile in your mouth.

‘I’m sorry.’ You whisper into his shoulder before your stomach twinges in discomfort, causing you to throw up the rest of what little remained in your stomach.

Wolffe continues rubbing the soothing circles with his thumb, patiently waiting until you stop coughing before he speaks.

‘What have you got to be sorry for cyar’ika? You’re perfect.’

‘I wasn’t there. I promised you I would always be there and I wasn’t. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.’ Your hormones are getting the best of you and before you know it, you’re practically sobbing in his arms.

Wolffe brings his arms up, wrapping them around your body, holding you close to his chest, murmuring, ‘Y/n… I meant what I said. You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re sick and that’s okay.’

Letting out a soft hiccup, you relax further into his embrace, reveling in the fact that he is here. That he is with you. Everything else could wait. Just for a while longer.

Exhaustion is weighing heavily on you now and the last thing you register is the light kiss Wolffe presses onto your hair before sleep blissfully envelops you.

******

Your eyes fly open, hand immediately coming up to rest on your small bump. He didn’t know yet right? In your earlier slightly delirious from exhaustion state, you prayed that you hadn’t let anything slip.

Anxiously getting out of bed, you padded softly out into the living room of your apartment. It’s dark outside, the streets of Coruscant thriving with its nightlife.

‘Wolffe?’ Your voice shakes slightly with nervousness as you sent up another prayer to the stars.

‘In here.’ He calls back, his voice echoing from the attached kitchenette.

He’s standing there in his blacks, two plates of hot food on the counter in front of him.

‘Hi.’ You give him a small smile, fiddling with your fingers when his eyes meet yours.

‘Hi.’ Wolffe responds in like as he comes to stand in front of you. He’s so close now that you can see the flecks of gold in his irises. You always did think he had lovely eyes and wondered how could anyone do clones the injustice of simply saying their eyes were brown.

Gently his hands come up to rest on your waist before he lifts you up onto the countertop causing you to let out a small squeal of surprise.

‘Sorry cyare.’ He chuckles lightly, breath fanning out across your face.

‘Are you feeling better now?’ His voice is filled with concern as he waits expectantly for your answer.

There’s a moment of silence where you simply look at him. The crinkles by his eyes, the slight stubble on his cheeks, the pure love and adoration in his eyes. The last of which seals it for you, causing you to swiftly decide that it’s now or never.

‘I’m pregnant.’

‘What?’ Shock is written all over his features, his eyes locked on yours.

Taking in a deep breath, you continue, ‘I was never sick. Not really. Just nauseous which has been normal for a while now.’

Wolffe is still staring at you blankly and you bite your lip, willing him to say something. To say anything.

Desperately needing anything at all to fill the overwhelming silence you hesitantly add, ‘It’s twins.’

Wolffe’s eyes widen and you begin preparing yourself for the worst, not that you could blame him. One baby was already going to be a handful but two? Two was asking for trouble.

‘I’m going to be a father?’ His voice is raw, trembling with emotion. There’s a slightly fearful look in his eyes like he’s terrified that someone was going to come and take all this away from him. That between one blink and the next everything he’s ever dreamed of would vanish.

Your heart aches for the pain he’s been through but you push it away for now, focusing on what’s happening right now.

‘Yeah.’ You softly confirm, a warm feeling rising in your chest at the sight of the pure joy that lights up in Wolffe’s eyes.

‘Kriff I love you. I love you so much.’ He breathes.

His hands move to your waist, touching your little bump gently. The premature lines of worry on his forehead seem to melt away as he looks back up at you in awe.

‘Our little adike.’

‘Our little adike.’ You whisper back, tears falling from your own eyes.

adike - plural form of ad’ika meaning little one, son or daughter of any age

cyar’ika - darling, sweetheart

cyare - beloved

vod - brother