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L x Reader: How L handles Pregnancy

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A fluffy story of how L handles your pregnancy/giving birth, post-death note

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  • Lets get one thing straight, L would never expect himself to be a father
  • He's too busy
  • He's too closed off
  • He's too much of a target
  • But, on the other hand, he thought the same exact things about dating before he met you
  • And all you've done is bring him more joy and peace than he's ever experienced
  • On the other other hand, babies were entirely different
  • He couldn't find himself growing attached to a clump of cells, or a screaming raisin with hands
  • They were a lot of work, and while he had plenty of free time when he wasn't working, when he was he had to be able to devote himself to it completely
  • They also were loud, and smelly, and entirely uninteresting
  • But...you did want one very badly. He's not stupid, he can see how you look at toddlers on the street, or ads for baby bottles, or women pushing strollers
  • It was something you gave up in silence when you committed yourself to him, along with things such as weddings, and settling in one spot, and seeing your family often
  • All of that to say, his narrow success with the kira case has given him much to think about considering what he wants, what you want, and the value of his own life
  • He could have died
  • He could have died.
  • And what would you be left with? He didn't give you very many options, he's accidently turned you into quite the dependant person
  • it was the day he sentenced Light Yagami and all of his accomplices to death that he set up a will concerning everything to do with you, essentially setting you up for life. You don't know about this.
  • Weeks later, something that almost seems like fate strikes. You come to him, nervous, holding a pregnancy test.
  • You didn't want to alarm him, but your period was late, and most recently you've been experiencing morning sickness.
  • Turns out you're pregnant, about 4 weeks given the symptoms.
  • Now, you were standing in the doorway of the bathroom, test in hand, wide-eyed. He can't tell what it is, fear or excitement, or a mix of the two, but you're looking to him for solutions
  • "L...look..."
  • "What do I do?"
  • It's the first time he's been at a true loss for words.
  • It was a very good question.
  • What do you do?
  • "What would you like to do?"
  • He knew it wasn't that simple, but it would be nice to know your thoughts
  • "I...I don't know..."
  • "Would you..." he almost didn't want to ask
  • "Would you like to keep it?"
  • And then you were crying
  • it took quite a while to calm you down
  • But after a good, long talk, it was decided
  • You would keep the child
  • He doesn't know why he agreed or offered
  • He doesn't find himself to be good with kids
  • Maybe it was because he wanted something other than cases to do
  • Maybe it was because he wanted you to be happy
  • Either way, it wasn't a particularly good reason
  • In retrospect, he probably shouldn't have agreed so easily
  • no matter what, he was now determined to at minimum be well-read
  • you found that within a week, he was bombarding you with facts and questions
  • "Did you know ginger tea is extremely helpful with nausea? Would you like to try it?"
  • "The fetus should be about the size of a grain of rice, if we've calculated correctly."
  • "Are you feeling any tenderness around your breasts, or any mood swings?"
  • by the second month, he's asking questions you couldn't possibly answer
  • "How often did your mother pump breast milk? It would be useful to know about any aunts or cousins as well."
  • "They say a woman's intuition is the best tell of a baby's gender. I'm not one for superstition, but...do you have any feeling one way or the other?"
  • "It should be about the size of a raspberry by now."
  • As endearing as it was, his excitement could get a little tiring, especially when these questions were asked at 12 in the morning
  • That said, he more than made up for it with his patience
  • every time you rushed to the bathroom to throw up, he was padding after you to hold your hair and rub soothing circles across your back
  • Every time you had the oddest, frankly disgusting cravings, he was there to bring you pickles wrapped in ham and pepper jack cheese, or fill the sink with dishsoap so you could obsess over the smell while you ate ice
  • every time you sobbed over the fact that the puppies in the adoption commercials were "too cute to live in a place like this," he was there to run his fingers through your hair and assure you that puppies don't understand social injustice
  • he, to his own surprise, enjoys watching your belly grow, and your body change to accommodate the life inside
  • He swears you're glowing
  • In his own head, of course
  • He's also keeps you on a very strict schedule
  • at least 9 hours of sleep, three meals a day, all with the proper vitamins and proteins to support your health
  • You swear he worries too much, which he quickly bites back with a cool, "many things can happen during pregnancy. We must keep our odds high."
  • he's made part of his routine resting his head on your stomach every night before bed, with the excuse that he enjoys your fingers on his scalp
  • To his surprise, about 4 months in, he feels something
  • Like a little push, tiny and right against his face
  • "Oh, the baby kicked," you cooed
  • "Fascinating..."
  • Ever since then, he's kept his hand or face on you any time you sit down
  • When the gender reveal comes, you don't have anyone to celebrate with, besides Watari
  • You decide to do a cake reveal just between you and L
  • "What do you want? A boy, or a girl?"
  • "I want a baby."
  • Typical of him
  • You let him do the slicing, and at the first peek of blue, you were already screaming
  • "It's a boy! L, its a boy! We're having a baby boy!"
  • L knows you well enough to know either sex would have the exact same reaction
  • Despite his indifference, the reveal does solidify how real it all is
  • He would have a son
  • His son, baking inside of you, right now
  • It's jarring to think about
  • months later, 5 to be exact, L was rather nervous
  • "Do birth defects run in your family?"
  • "C-sections?"
  • "Have you been hydrating properly?"
  • You have to reassure him every time that things will be okay
  • It's best to distract him with questions of your own
  • "Do you think he'll have your eyes?"
  • "What should we name him?"
  • "I bet he'll be just as curious as you are."
  • The night your contractions start is the night he finally gets to put everything he learned to use
  • He and watari take you to the nearest hospital, go-bag and carseat already loaded, all while you pant and moan about the pain
  • Getting you settled in the hospital was the easiest part, luckily they had an available room
  • The hard part was watching someone he loved go through so much pain
  • The total time you spent in labor was 12 hours
  • L held your hand all the way through, even if he's sure you probably broke one of his fingers
  • "I read breathing slowly is helpful with-"
  • "SHUT UP, I'M PUSHING A GODDAMN WATERMELON OUT OF MY CUNT"
  • Needless to say, you didn't really care about facts while in active labor
  • When the baby finally escaped, L made sure he was handed to you as soon as possible, after all skin to skin contact is highly important for bonding
  • It was covered in blood and gunk and all other things, by any objective view it was utterly disgusting
  • But the moment it was cradled against your chest, all wrinkled and small and helpless...
  • He felt overwhelmed with more love than he's ever felt before
  • Pure, unending love
  • Somehow, there was a creature on this earth he loved more than you
  • When it was finally time for the baby to be taken for cleaning and check-up, he only sat beside you, still holding your hand, quietly waiting for his son to return
  • "L...we have a baby..."
  • "We do."
  • "How do you feel?"
  • "How do you feel?"
  • "...answer the damn question, I just gave birth."
  • "I'm worried for the future. But hopeful, as well."
  • When the baby finally returns, and he's offered the chance to hold him, he panics, just a little
  • What if he drops him?
  • He has to support the head
  • Remember to support the head
  • And the body as well
  • And don't hold him too tight
  • Or too loose
  • It isn't until he's actually in his arms that L can relax
  • Just a tiny thing, with a mess of black hair at the top of his coconut head
  • And when his son opens his big, black eyes?
  • L will do anything and everything for this child
  • For his son