Damian Wayne x Reader Cravings

"I really want a taco."

(Y/N) didn't know where this craving came from but at the moment she knew that she really wanted to eat a taco. It didn't matter what kind of taco as long as it was a taco. Right now she really wanted a taco and she was going to kill someone if she didn't get it.

"What brought this up?"

(Y/N) leaned back in her chair to check out her husband standing not too far from her in the kitchen. Making himself a quick lunch - (Y/N) stared at the sandwich in his hands in disgust. No. No sandwiches. Tacos. Something needed to be done about that now. 

"I don't know... I just want a taco. Please. I'm going to die if I don't eat one."

(Y/N) rubbed her belly sadly as she thought of what would happen if she didn't eat a taco. Eternal suffering. That was what. Damian stared at her from his place in the kitchen and zoomed his eyes onto her stomach and raised brow. Suddenly a flicker of knowledge shot through his eyes before he asked, "Have you felt heavier of late?"

"What - do you think I'm fat?" (Y/N) seemed insulted ready to grab her slip on shoe and throw it at Damian from where she sat. 

"Yes."

(Y/N) gasped.

"Damian WAYNE I HAVE NOT CHANGED A SIN-" (Y/N) began until the rumble of her stomach was heard. 

"All I want is a taco..." (Y/N) began to sob.

"Wow - wait a second now - don't cry on me." Damian warned her but the tear threatened to fall and eventually ran down her cheeks. Standing there in complete confusion, Damian watched as his wife began to cry steamy tears.

"Mood swings. Cravings. You haven't had your monthly for a month..." Damian mumbled, "are you... pregnant?"

(Y/N) stopped everything she was doing and gasped.

"Now that I think about it -- I threw up this morning!"

"Wait - this isn't how-" Damian couldn't even finish as (Y/N) stood up and ran to her husband for a nice warm hug. 

"WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A BABY!" She squealed.

"You should check the doctor fi-"

"AND AND HE'LL LOOK JUST LIKE YOU!"

"What if I want a girl?"

(Y/N) pulled back and narrowed her eyes.

"It's a boy!"

Damian made a 'tsk' noise before pulling his wife back into his arms.

"Well whatever it is - I think we can both agree that we'll have more noise in the house if you are pregnant. It might just be a false alarm."

"Wh- What if it isn't a baby?" (Y/N) asked, fear laced in her voice. 

"Then we'll just have to try again to make one."

"Damian are you implying what I think you are...?"

"Yes." He replied bluntly. "I rather enjoy baby making after all. I think we'll have a lot of children."

"D-Damian how can you say things like that so easily?"

"I love you - you idiot." He gave (Y/N) a small smile as he rested his chin on her head.

No way was he going to ever let go of (Y/N) now.