"R-Roderich!" You gasp as said man positions himself.
You had been going out with Roderich for years, but tonight, you had been bored: Even Roderich's piano playing hadn't been satisfactory. So, instead, you had changed into a piece of lacy silver lingerie and tempted him by laying across the top of his grand piano.
He had found you quickly, and, instead of telling you to put some clothes on, the violet-eyed Austrian had picked you up and dumped you on the bed whilst he stripped himself. For a man whose exercise mainly consisted of playing either the violin or the piano, he was sculpted quite well.
And here you were, body shuddering in anticipation as Roderich quickly slipped on a condom and positioned himself.
Quickly sheathing himself fully inside you, a few salty tears run down your cheeks as you adjust to his size, and he quickly kisses them. You start squirming and he thrusts slowly. Curious, you pull his curl of dark brown hair roughly.
Roderich's speed increases quickly, and soon you both scream in ecstasy. Through the lust clouding your mind, you register the feeling of Roderich's warm seed inside of you. He pulls out and pulls off the condom, then gasps.
"Rod? What is it? What's wrong?" You ask tiredly, tilting your head up to look at him.
"__________...I zink ze condom broke." He says quietly, holding it up for you to see.
Indeed, there was a large tear in the condom, a bit of Roderich's semen sticking to the material.
"Hm...Well, I don't really mind. We'll deal with whatever h-happens." You reply, yawning. "Let's just go to sleep now, okay?"
"I suppose you're right, __________. Ve have nozing to vorry about for now." He comments as he lays down next to you.
~8 Months Later~
It just so happened that the incident with the condom had indeed led to pregnancy. Over time, the size of your stomach had increased considerably. Roderich's amazing cooking was what you always craved, and he would always stop whatever he was doing to make something for you.
You're dressed in sweat pants and a large t-shirt, humming softly and resting your head on Roderich's shoulder as he stroked your (h/c) hair. A shrill ring comes from you cell pone, and you answer.
"Hallo?" You ask, switching to German.
"_________, is that you, hon? It's Mom."
You sigh and mouth 'My parents,' to Roderich before replying.
"Hey, Mom. What's up?"
"We just wanted to check in on you. It's been a while since you moved to Austria, and we never get to see each other any more. It's been months since we talked last."
"Yeah, I know. I'm fine, Mom. I've just been busy."
"I figured as much. How's Roderich?"
"Oh, he's fine. I moved in with him a few months ago."
"Did you have sex yet?"
"Mom?! What the hell!?"
"Mom, you know how I feel about you prying into my sex life," you groan.
"You did, didn't you?"
"I-Yeah, Mom. We did. And there's, um...Something else you should probably know." You pause, butterflies collecting in your stomach. "Mom, I'm...I'm p-pregnant." You breathe out, shuddering. Looking down, you notice a rather large dark spot staining your pants. That explains it... You think somewhat calmly.
"_________? Are you okay?" Roderich asks, placing a hand on your shoulder.
"Rod...My water just broke. We need to go. Now." You say, gasping as the first contraction causes you to double over as much as you can, dropping the phone. Roderich grabs the pre-packed suitcases and runs out to the car, then comes back and helps you stand. Groaning, you feel another painful contraction as you get into the car.
"Just keep breazing, __________. Ve'll be zere in no time." He tells you as you grip your seat for dear life. Roderich drives like a madman, quickly getting to the hospital.
~Time Skip brought to you by German Sparkle Parties~
Sweat rolls down your face as you grunt, trying to push: The needle in your back making it hard for you to tell what the lower half of your body was doing. Roderich sits beside you, his face serious as he holds your hand. Finally, you feel a large object passing between your legs and give a final push. A doctor takes the needle out of your back while another doctor hands Roderich a bundle of blankets. You relax into the bed and brush some loose (h/c) locks out of your face.
"It's a boy," One of the doctors announces.
Roderich scoots closer to you and holds the now-screaming infant near you. He has Roderich's beautiful and rare violet eyes, and your (h/c) hair. His hair has Roderich's strange curl, and he has a mole on his cheek.
"He looks just like you, Roddy," You laugh.
"But he has your hair, fraulein."
"What are we going to name him?"
"Hm...How about Vilheim?"
"Ha, an old-fashioned German name. I love it. Wilheim. Hey, I like how you say it. Let's change the double-you to a vee. Vilheim Albrecht Edelstein."
"Shouldn't his last name be a combination of our own? __________-Edelstein?" Roderich asks, puzzled.
"Nein. It loses its charm."
"You're so stubborn, fraulein."
"Good. That means I'm back to normal."
"Hmph. Vell, I vanted to ask you monzs ago, but zen you became pregnant und had all zose crazy mood svings. I vanted to take zis vone step at a time." Handing Vilheim to a doctor, Roderich gets on one knee and opens a small white box. "__________ __________, vill you do me ze honor of marrying me?"
You lay there, stunned, then nod. Roderich, smiling, places the ring-a simple white gold band with a brilliant Russian-cut diamond in the center-on your finger and bends down to kiss you. You kiss him, then remember something.
"Vat is it, fraulein?"
"My phone...I never hung up. My mom's probably still waiting for one of us to start talking again." You laugh, the thought an absurd one.
"I vouldn't put it past her, _________."
"Yeah, I know. I guess I should call and tell her we're getting married. After all, she practically pried the fact that we had sex out of me."
Roderich blushes furiously, looking embarrassed. "Vas? I-never mind. I'm never putting anyzing past zat voman again."