tw: mentions of pregnancy
a/n: please find my comment under this chapter for an explanation of this. y/n is not going to have kids. if you DO want that, i have an alternative work published around dad!schlatt, however, it is discontinued. some of the comments on this chapter made me feel rlly bad :/
weeks began to blur together after the honeymoon, the same old. routine- that's what kept them going. warm mornings, lonely days, happy weekends, and blissful nights. the festival was approaching, schlatt had been dreading it. however, it was his weekend- and during those days, he didn't need to think about work.
"hey schlatt...?" y/n mumbled, using her thumb to trace the lines engraved in schlatts palm.
"hm?" he peaked his eye open, the warm afternoon sun glowing in y/n's hair. the blinds did little justice in keeping their bedroom dark, light shining through and illuminating.
"can i come to that festival you mentioned...?" she mumbled, kissing his hand. he closed his eyes, sighing.
"why do you want to...?" he mumbled, she shrugged.
"it gets boring all alone here..." she whispered. "i miss doing things with you during the week" she leaned down, resting her head on his chest. he opened his eyes, then rested his hand in her hair.
"what can i do...to make things better...?" he mumbled, he knew how alone she must've felt- locked away. she pondered for a moment- debating something.
"what if..." she bit her lip, "what if..." she sighed, "what do you think about kids...?" schlatts eyes widened, caught off guard-
"kids-? what!?" he sat up, "you want kids...?" he kept his hand in her hair,
"well- i don't know..." she shrugged, a little disheartened. "i was just thinking..." she pulled her knees up to her chest. schlatt frowned- he didn't say no.
"hey..." he whispered, cupping her face- "i-i love you, so much... and- having a kid with you...would probably just make me love you even more...if that's possible..." he whispered, a small smile forming on his lips. y/n's face lit up, bouncing upwards.
"you mean that...?" she whispered, her eyes hopeful. he nodded, fluttering his eyes and huffing.
"why are you so surprised!?" he chuckled,
"well- you don't like kids..." she giggled, poking at his side.
"that's not true- i like some kids..." he huffed again, squeezing y/n's hand. "like- i'd like our kid..." he pressed his forehead against hers. "why all this so sudden...?" he mumbled, y/n's smile faded, turning more serious. she sighed, shrugging.
"i dunno- i just... it gets so lonely all alone here without you..." she frowned "i miss you a lot..." his heart ached at the touch of her words, he hated how much pressure his presidency put on them.
"i miss you too..." he mumbled pulling her into a hug. y/n grinned, burying her face into the crook of his neck.
"hey-" y/n giggled, "would the kid have horns like you...?" she gently stroked his hair. he chuckled in response,
"god- i hope not... when i was younger i went through a phase of using them to head-butt everything..." y/n looked up, a smile plastered on her face, and he pressed his forehead back onto hers.