★ ； ＂ITS NOT A ONESIE ITS MY BODYSUIT！＂ ，， ⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢

༉‧₊˚. * you were both 16 already adults (in half-ling years), you were on your way back home from grocery shopping.

it was a surprise when you saw chilchuck on the couch, he was hunched over staring at something though. you smiled, your husband is home!

“hey, honey,” you set down the bags and walk over to him, wondering why was hunched over.

you could hear a soft sniffle. “i..” he whispered before holding up a small bodysuit, it was a white stretchy one. you remembered you got a custom bodysuit order for it because when you work aka adventure (sometimes) — you prefer to not have anything loose on you.

you were about to tell him but got interrupted by his big shiny and glossy eyes, “you…are, are you?” he mumbled with tears starting to swell up.

your lips were unable to control themselves when he looked at you, “um,” you stared back at him in surprise.

“are you pregnant?” his voice cracked, you could see the excitement and anticipation in his eyes, it made you shiver. “please tell me you are” he whispered as he held it up. “oh my god—“ you gasp and crumble and take the bodysuit from him, “chil, that’s mine.”

“yeah? for the- the baby?” his smile was wavering. “no, um, that’s mine. i wear it.” you calmly explained as you placed a hand on his knee. “no, no you don’t.” he denies, you let out a sigh, “yes, chilchuck, it’s my bodysuit i use under my clothes.” you tried to explain without laughing.

“so you’re not pregnant?” his voice cracks again.