(Sorry this is lazy! Requested by: S4nep3rs0n!!) ☆ "Stop." Ruv said as you laid your head on his lap. His pokerface remaining. But he's blushing like crazy.

You and Ruv have been dating for about a month or more. You lost count. He "hates" affection. But he secretly likes it, very much. "Shchenok, I said stop." He grumbles, calling you "puppy" in Russian. "But I have to tell you something!!" You say, holding your pregn4ncy test in your pocket of your hoodie, so he can't see it. "What." He says with a gruff morning voice.