《A/n: Little lemon? (Not all the way) Michael's strats for de-stressing the reader ;^) (skippable when you reach that point though)》

You hummed, placing a hand over Michael's that laid on your stomach. You snuggled yourself closer to him where you sat, perched on his lap where you mostly find yourself outside of trials.

You guessed it was his increase of protectiveness and wariness that started his liking to snuggle you while you sat.

Not like you didn't like it or anything.

No doubt your speech and effort for new strategies with the other survivors had improved the overall preformance, but it was more difficult to see them when Michael always comes in to steal you away every chance he can.

When a month and a half has passes, you took immediate notice to the size difference of your stomach.

You had a baby bump.

Keith saw soon after, teasing you and gushing over it. You should've smacked him over the head when he started the "I'm gonna be an uncle soon!" talk. But if Keith notices, you were sure the survivors and killers of the Entity's realm would notice soon enough too.

And you weren't wrong, but it could've been anyone, any person to realize it.

But it had to be Laurie fucking Strode, or otherwise known as Cynthia Myers.

You didn't hate her, but it was no less awkward when she was staring intensely at your belly until her eyes widen.

Michael was gone in a trial at the moment, so he couldn't sweep in just in time to save you from confrontation by his own younger sister.

And confrontation she did.

You started sweating bullets when she stood, eyes piercing into you as you desperately tried to avoid eye contact.

"Can I speak to you privately?"

The breath you were holding was let out in a choke. Nodding slowly and standing up, eyes moving from her brown shoes up to her brown eyes.

You followed her away to the edge of the treeline. Watching as she glanced to the three others by the fire before giving you a look.

"So I'm gonna be blunt here, if it's not a person in your 'waking world', then it's definitely Michael."

You instinctively wrote down with the fallen branch, "why you gotta do me like that?"

Laurie (Cynthia? No, you'd rather go with Laurie) snorted, "I'm not the one who 'did' you."

You sputtered, choking on your own saliva as you were taken aback. She shrugged as well as chuckled at your reaction.

"I'm totally right on the latter aren't I?" Her face fell to a more solemn expression, "I wouldn't be surprised, not at this point from how close your are." She ponders over something as you nod, "I am surprised - still kinda am - that he's still able to love and treat someone with such care. After what I've been through and everything I heard about him? Definitely thought it was near impossible."

"You never knew him the way I did."

"I know, it's probably why you're the closes thing to him." She doesn't deny, "I was still a baby, you knew and still know him more than anyone else, even that... what's his name? Ah, Samuel Loomis." The blonde shrugs, brushing hair from her face.

"You're not mad?"

"Nothing I could do even if I was." She gives you a smile, and you swell with gratitude. "The others might act differently, even if I don't know Michael as much as you, I've learned more about him personally than them."

She continues, adding a wink once she finishes; "I'll back you up if anything, future sister-in-law."

You feel your cheeks redden, but it was overwhelmed by how grateful you were for her support. Pulling her into a bone crushing hug, she responded immediately, returning it tightly. "Come on, let's go back to the others."

You nod, feeling yourself get emotional again. Though you followed her back to the fire with a smile to hide your anxiousness.

"Do you want me to tell the others once I see them?"

You shrug, pausing in thought before shaking your head. No, you'd rather be there to give the news. It felt better that way.

Laurie looked to you, a brow raised with the questioning look of, 'now?'

You looked to the 2 others by the fire, Feng and Bill. It was a... start.

So you nod to the blonde, and as soon as you both get back to the fire she clears her throat. "Guys?"

Feng looks up from her painted nails, and Bill turns his attention away from the fire. "What?" He grumbles, his aura practically radiates, 'the grumpy old man'.

"(Y/n) wants me to voice out some news," Laurie says, still standing by your side. "She's pregnant, and would like you all to respect it!"

"Eh?!" Feng's eyes widen, while Bill just gives you a deadpanned look. "You are?!" The Asian gamer gapes at you. "Oh just wait 'til the other girls find out. They're gonna gnaw you out for information." She snickers at the thought when you pale, before wiping off the surprised look.

"Congrats." She said with a cough.

"Yeah, yeah. If it doesn't deter you." Bill sends you a calculating look, "don't tell me what happens to you here affects that little thing inside you?"

You frown, and Laurie speaks up; "if it did, wouldn't something have happened? She's a few months in already." You nod slowly, agreeing.

"Who knocked you up anyway?" You glare at the old man for his choice of wording, but he rolls his eyes and grunts out an apology. "Well?"

"Isn't that clear enough?" Feng raises a brow to him, "obviously the killer who is completely in love with her!" She sighs, noting your widened eyes. "I've played video games for a good portion of my life-"

"More like wasting all your life." Bill cuts in.

Feng glares, before clearing her throat. "Through each game I've learned to be observant." She continues. "Anyway, I would've said infatuated with her," she turns to you, "but it's obviously more than that."

"Wow, Feng... never heard you so passionate about something including romance." Laurie mumbles, earning a sheepish chuckle.

"I... It's a secret." She mutters.

"Well, (Y/n) wants us to wait for her to be here when the rest have to hear the news. So we keep this on down low for now, understood?" The blonde told them.

Bill waved Laurie off, "yeah yeah, got it." He blew the smoke from his cigarette. Then Feng nods in understanding.

"Got it!" She sent you both a thumbs up.

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"You better protect her and that child with your life, okay?" Laurie pointed at Michael with furrowed brows. "Hurt either of them, and you're dead meat."

He had came to retrieve you as soon as his trial ended.

Michael seems to shift uncomfortably from the last sentence. You stood next to him, a hand placed on his arm to reassure him.

"And as your sister (younger or not)  I have the right to make that threat." She states, hands on her hips with a look. The three of you were off by the trees, Laurie dragging both of you away from the fire.

Michael, albeit annoyed, he nodded in reply. He will, he silently promises to never hurt you (again) or the baby. And will do anything to achieve that.

You tugging on his sleeve brought him back. His head tilting down to you, and you smile to him then signed; "I trust you, okay?"

He nods slowly, turning to look at Laurie once last time before bringing you along.

You were stopped when Michael did, noticing the singing of children. Eyeing the grass that moved the same time the singing got louder.

Michael's hand went limp around yours, head bobbing when you realize that Freddy was pulling him into the dream realm.

You stepped closer, to the killer, curious as to why Freddy hadn't pulled you into his dream world too. But you stayed quiet, waiting patiently for whatever conversation that was going on to be done.

Eventually their one-sided conversation ended, and Michael was snapped back awake.

With that the singing disappeared as fast as it showed.

You were left to continue back to Haddonfield, though Michael wouldn't give any sign that he'd tell you what he and the dream demon discussed.

You weren't mad because of it, you accepted the fact he probably wouldn't tell you about it.

Now, in the present time, you still sat with him. Although now you were silently complaining of your back pains and cramps. You both sat together on the bed.

With pregnancy came a price, that price being annoying pain and symptoms.

Michael stood up, with you still in his arms before lying you down on your stomach, your arms sprawled out on the bed.

You exhaled slowly when two hands behand to massage at your back, "thank you." You signed, surprised on how well he was at releasing the tension in your muscles.

You found yourself shutting your eyes and enjoying the massage. It went unnoticed as his hands moved lower down your back, his touches subtle.

Then your eyes open and trailed to him when a hand brushed against your core. You swallowed the lump in your throat when his eyes met yours, testing the waters.

You didn't stop him, maybe because of the feeling bubbling inside you, so he continues pressing a hand to your clothed womanhood. You hold back any sort of noise, if he was trying to get you undone, he's gonna have to try harder.

Two fingers slipped into under your waistband and tugged your pants down and off your legs. You has burried your face into the pillow, a sharp breath left you when his fingers probed at your entrance.

You wondered if he has planned on doing this, or if he simply thought of it during the massage. Your hips were pulled up, and you felt his stare with a heavy forming blush on your face.

Your legs brushed together as you squirmed, a moan-like breath left you when you felt a tongue press to your slit.

It took a experimental slow lick at your entrance, making you shudder. Your hand flew back to hold onto the large hand that held one of your thighs. His mask was pushed up again, lapping at your folds for a few brief pleasurable seconds.

Michael pushed a finger into you, then another while the hand on your thigh was moved away.

You left shuddering with your hands balling the bedsheets under you. Then you heard quiet grunts and groaning coming from him, it didn't take long to realize why.

His tongue was eager to push inside of you as he pleasured himself. His movements faster, more eager.

You came undone with him, tensing up.

Seconds past and you fell limp catching your breath as you stared at him. His mouth was still agape, your cum glistened in his chin.

"I hate you, but love you." You signed with exhaustion. "Come lay down with me." You beckoned, and he complies as he wiped the juices with his coverall sleeve.

But hey, you think your back pains went away.

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《A/n: Late as hell, and I apologize.

Ciao~¡》