You hummed as you worked, putting the finishing touches on the Sachertorte and putting it in the fridge where it was safe. After wiping some of the excess chocolate on your apron, you grinned as you washed up the dishes.
The clock read 6 ‘o clock, meaning that Roderich would be back in a bit. Skipping upstairs, you put on one of your prettiest dresses, leaving your (h/c) hair down as he liked it that way. When you heard the door open and close, you jumped down the stairs in excitement.
“I’m bac-Ah!” Roderich said, stepping back so as not to lose his balance when you hugged him. “Roddy! Welcome back!” You cried, grinning widely at your husband. He sighed at his nickname, but wrapped his arms around your waist properly and kissed your forehead tenderly.
“(y/n)? You smell like....chocolate.” He murmured, stroking your hair away from your face gently. You nodded and smiled. “There’s a good reason for that you know.” You replied, nuzzling your lips against his. “And you’ll find out soon enough.”
He raised his eyebrow at that, wondering what you could possibly mean and also why you were so happy. Not that he minded of course, he loved seeing your smile and felt a mirror image of yours creeping up to his lips.
“Okay, surprise me then liebling.” He muttered, his forehead resting against yours. Grinning conspiratorially, you kissed his cheek and made your way back to the kitchen. “Say, Roderich? Would you like to eat now or later?” You called out, your hands already adorned with the large oven gloves.
He shrugged his coat off, hanging it up on the coat hanger and rubbed some warmth into his hands. “To be completely honest, I’m starving.” He said, leaning against one of the counters. Sighing, he rubbed his neck to loosen up the tense muscles there.
“Don’t tell me... that Gilbert was misbehaving again wasn’t he?” You asked, knowing that that name often cropped up in stories when the children had played a prank on Roderich. He nodded.
“Ja, but his friends joined in this time too. They hid my music sheets.” His tone grew agitated and he growled under his breath at the thought. “It took ages for them to fess up. But now I’ve got them back at the very least.”
You bit your lip. You didn’t want him to feel so irritated. You knew it was by no fault of your own, but still today was something you wanted to cherish. You wanted only to remember the good parts. So you went over to him to hug him gently, rubbing his back in wide circles.
“Don’t worry now. You’ve got your music back right? That’s all that matters.” You mumbled, feeling his bunched-up muscles relax. “Ja, it is.” He whispered, pulling back to caress your face. “But you matter even more you know.” He commented, sweetly brushing his lips against yours.
Your cheeks dusted pink, you kissed him back gently, though the timer on the oven interrupted the two of you.
“Just a moment.” You muttered, untangling yourself from him and getting the roast potatoes out of the oven. “Can you get the plates?”
“Liebling, that was amazing.” Roderich complemented, one of his arms loosely slung around your shoulders. You blushed at his compliment, snuggling into him. Unlike most couples, the two of you sat side by side instead of facing each other.
That way Roderich felt he was closer to you and it was easier to be able to touch you. And he loved the feeling of you in his arms.
He was about to close his eyes and rest his head on yours when you sat up, suddenly recalling your prize piece for the night. “Roddy? I’ve still got something for us.” You said, prying away from him to his displeasure.
You collected the plates and set them in the kitchen as you went to get the cake, knife and cakeslicer in hand.
“Tadaaa!” Triumphantly you showed him your trophy, smiling when he clapped in appreciation. “That looks...stunning!” He said, kissing your cheeks repeatedly. “How long did it take for you to make?”
“Not that long. I mean you were the one who taught me how to make it after all.” You replied, giving him a plate with a slice. “And it seems you’ve overtaken me.” He murmured after taking a bite. “It really is good!”
“I’m happy to hear it.”
After several minutes of pensive eating, his arm around your shoulders again, he asked the one question that had been burning at the back of his mind.
“So what’s the occasion?”
You blushed and swallowed your forkful of cake. “Before I answer that, can I....listen to you play?” When he leant over to kiss your forehead, he smiled. “Of course.”
Sitting by his side, watching his fingers glide over the keys gracefully, you truly felt complete. One hand on your stomach, you smiled in unconcealed joy as you thought about how you would tell him.
As Roderich played the last few notes, his hand rested on your waist. “So will you tell me now?” He asked, his voice soft.
“Roddy.” You started, taking a deep breath. “I’m going to have a baby.”
He froze for a moment, his purple irises shining in the dim light. It took him a moment for him to return to his senses when he grinned, his ears red.
“I can’t believe it!” He cried, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck to kiss you. Giggling as his hair was tickling you, you slinked your arms around his neck as he laughed, feeling pure happiness radiate through his being.
“How far are you along?” He asked, his eyes bright behind his spectacles and his smile heart-stopping. “About three months.” You confessed, blinking in surprise when he kissed you deeply, his hand tilting your head.
“I can’t wait.” He whispered, his hands covering your own on your stomach. “I wonder who she’s going to look more like.”
He glanced up at you. “Who knows, maybe she’ll even be a he. But either way I hope she’ll take after you. You’re beautiful in every way and no doubt our child will be too.”
You rested your forehead against his, giggling in your mixture of excitement and joy. “We’ll have to tell everyone.” He said as if suddenly realising.
You nodded and moved your hands to his collar. “But for now, I just want to be with you. I’ve got you all to myself now.” You chuckled, gazing lovingly into his eyes.
“Silly,” he murmured, pressing his lips to yours,” you’ve always had me and you always will.”