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In Every Curve, Perfection

Simon Riley x Reader

Summary: When Simon returns from a mission you worry about your marriage. You changed, but his love for you remains unwavering, growing stronger with every moment by your side.

Simon Riley walked into your shared home with the weight of months on his shoulders.

The mission had been long, gruelling, and filled with dangers you could hardly imagine. You’d counted the days until his return, but now that he was here, anxiety gripped your chest.

You greeted him at the door with a soft smile, the sight of him stealing your breath as it always did.

His mask was gone, revealing the tired but warm expression on his face. The face you loved so much.

“Welcome home, Simon,” you whispered, trying to keep your nerves at bay.

He dropped his bag to the floor and pulled you into his arms, his hold firm and warm.

“I missed you,” he said, his deep voice muffled against your hair. He took deep breaths smelling your hair, you, taking it all in.

He was home.

As his arms tightened around you, your self-consciousness bubbled to the surface.

You hadn’t been lazy while he was gone, but the stress, the loneliness, it had all added up.

Your body wasn’t quite the same as when he’d left.

The extra curves you carried now felt like a glaring reminder of your insecurities, and the idea of him noticing made your heart race in all the wrong ways.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” you said quickly, pulling back from his embrace.

Simon didn’t let you go far, his hands finding your hips and pulling you back to him.

“Hold on,” he said, his sharp eyes studying your face. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you lied, hoping he’d let it go.

But Simon wasn’t one to miss details, and his brow furrowed.

“Talk to me, Love. What’s wrong?”

You hesitated, looking away from his deep and beautiful eyes.

“It’s nothing, really. I just... I’ve changed a bit while you were gone. You might not like it.”

“What are you talking about?” his voice was filled with genuine concern.

You stepped back, gesturing vaguely to yourself.

“I’ve gained weight, Simon. I didn’t mean to, but... I just don’t look the same anymore. Not like when you left.”

His response was immediate. “You think I care about that?”

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond. “I just thought... maybe you wouldn’t see me the same way. Wouldn't want me.”

Simon stepped forward, closing the space between you again.

His hands cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t ever think that,” he said, his voice firm but full of warmth. “You’re beautiful, Love. Always have been, always will be.”

“But—”

“No,” he interrupted, his hands sliding down to rest on your shoulders, then your sides, his touch lingering as though he was rediscovering you. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you? Missed this?” His hands settled on your hips, his thumbs brushing over them in a comforting pattern. “Your softness, your curves... they’re perfect. You’re perfect.”

Your throat tightened with emotion. “Simon—”

He silenced you with a kiss, tender and slow, leaving no room for doubt. When he pulled back, his eyes locked with yours. “I’ve faced hell out there. And every day, all I wanted was to come home to you. To hold you, to feel you. You’re my refuge, Love. Every inch of you.”

“I thought maybe you’d want someone different. Someone—”

“Someone who isn’t you?” he interrupted again, shaking his head. “Not in a million years. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and nothing will ever change that.”

He pulled you into his arms again, his embrace warm and secure.

“I love you,” he murmured against your ear. “Just the way you are.”

You melted against him, your insecurities fading away along with your worries.

He pulled you close for another kiss, a kiss that was so deep it took your breath away.

Simon’s love was all you ever wanted and yearned for.

Having him back with you felt so right. Having him in your arms and being able to smell him, your mind was at ease.

He was home. He loved you, you loved him.

You didn't need anything else.

~Masterlist~

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boss' baby

summary | a drunken night lands you in bed with your unit chief and now pregnant with his baby

pairing | aaron hotchner x fem!reader

warning | angst, CM violence, guns, violence, protective!hotch, possessive!hotch, labor, fluff ending, you and aaron have an unclear relationship status

word count | 2.1k

You held onto your bump as you walked towards the scene. The team was the last to arrive, SWAT and the local PD already on the scene. This was your last case before you went to maternity leave and technically you were supposed to be on desk duty and stay with Garcia. But with it being in DC, Hotch brought Garcia with the rest of them, and in turn Garcia wanted to bring you because she didn’t want to leave you alone.

Practically waddling onto the scene, standing slightly behind Hotch while holding your bump because your vest stopped fitting months ago.

Feeling helpless in your situation, you went to sit by the tents where the radio had been set up, being the only communication that came through the building.

“Is there any communication coming through?” You asked one of the local agents.

“You with the BAU?” You nodded, letting them continue. “He’s asking for your agents.”

You looked back at the team seeing them all engrossed in their tasks, before turning back to the agent, “Call, I’ll talk.”

“Yes, this is SSA L/n.” You said professionally.

“Y/n.” You felt shivers go down your spine, chilled that he knew your name, he must have known the whole team. “Finally pop yet.”

Your eyes widened, your arm wrapping around your bump, who was this man and how did he know about you.

“I’ve heard you’ve been asking for an agent.” You ignored his question, staying on topic, hoping to get him out.

“You let one of your agents in, I let out the kids.” His command was clear, hanging up before you even got the chance to answer.

There were no words for you to say, shocked, you knew that no one could go in, there wasn’t a line of communication and you knew that you’d have to drop your gun when you got in, and there wasn’t a direct shot from the outside.

Hotch would be furious if he heard that you’d talk to the unsub on the phone but once hearing the gunshot from the inside, you couldn’t wait any longer.

While the rest of the team tried to find a way to look in, you were able to find a vest that was big enough to go around your bump, one of the agents giving you an earpiece so you could give the go signal to come in.

You ran as quickly as you could towards the scene, passing the rest of the team who didn’t notice, until they heard the sounds of other officers.

“L/n!” Hotch yelled, starting to run after you, the rest of the team looking what was right in front of them. “Y/n, stop!”

Morgan was quick enough to grab his unit chief, pulling him back before going in. “Hotch, Hotch!”

Aaron couldn’t breathe, seeing you go into the building, not understanding why you went in without saying anything.

“You can’t go in after her.”

“The b-baby.” He muttered.

Hotch never really talked about the pregnancy to the team much, they all knew you were pregnant with his baby, but the two of you weren’t together. Throughout your pregnancy, Hotch continued to treat you the same but once your bump started to grow, he became more protective and the whole team saw.

He felt helpless in the situation, all he could do was just stand by and wait for something to know that you were alright. Turning, he made his way towards the comm station.

“Is there anything?”

“The unsub called, he told SSA L/n that either her or one of your team members would have to go in so he would release the hostages.” They explained.

Hotch closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, letting it out and opening his eyes back up. “Does she have a line of communication?”

“She has an earpiece to let us know when it’s clear to come in.”

“Thank you.” He nodded before walking back to the team.

“The hostages should come out any minute now.” He said. “The unsub wanted a trade.”

“One of us for them.” Spencer whispered.

“Why didn’t she tell us?” Garcia whispered, “One of you would have gone in.”

“I don’t know babygirl, but it's done.”

Hotch didn’t know how long he had been waiting, the kids should have been out by now.

“Agent Hotchner!” Hotch turned, seeing an agent coming towards him with one of the phones, “it’s the unsub, he’s asking for you.”

“Hotchner.” Hotch’s voice was deep, raw, he was angry at this point. “Where are the children?”

“Oh, don’t be impatient Aaron.” The unsub laughed, “Must you ruin a good time, we’re having so much fun aren’t we Y/n.”

“Aaron!” You sounded winded.

“Y/n, are you-” Hotch didn’t finish his sentence.

“Ah, ah ah.” The unsub cackled. “Agent L/n is busy at the moment.”

“Don’t you dare touch her.” Since the pregnancy, you learned that Hotch was possessive of not only the baby but you. Any night where you weren’t on a case, he’d be at your apartment and out in different states, he’d always share a room with you.

The two of you danced around your feelings for years, everyone knew that. Everyone had their bets on when one of you would finally confess your love for each other. He doted towards you during the pregnancy, getting up in the middle night to go to your apartment because you called wanting food at 3am.

It was clear as day the two of you were going to be wonderful parents and the team was happy that the two of you happy with each other.

“The children should be out any minute.” Once again, the unsub hung up before Hotch could get another word in. The team surrounded the perimeter waiting for them while Hotch stormed towards the Comm station.

“Where is the line that directs to L/n.” He was heaving, he needed to hear your voice, to make sure you were okay.

“Y/n.” He spoke into the microphone.

“Aaron.” You whispered, he could barely hear it and wasn’t expecting you to answer. He sighed, relief filling him.

“Hi sweetheart.” He whispered, smiling. “I know I should be mad at you but I’m happy you're okay. I need to listen to me sweetheart, you need to give me the word for us to move in, once those children are out, I can’t keep you in there, I need you, okay.”

He didn't hear anything for you, keeping the microphone in his hand, turning back to see the children coming out of the building into the hands of the team.

Hotch was practically glaring at the microphone just waiting to hear your voice.

“Now!” You said in the microphone.

“Move in!” He yelled towards SWAT and the team, running in with them.

Hotch practically jumped up the stairs, searching every floor briefly before going up to the next.

“Robert Handson, stay right there!” He shouted, seeing the unsub starting to make his way towards you.

You were pushed against the wall, your vest and gun thrown across the floor, your hands protecting your bump.

“Agent Hotchner, come to save your damsel.” He stalked towards you, pulling you against his chest, pressing the gun to your temple.

You whimpered, closing your eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Put the gun down.” Hotch tried to keep his voice as clear as possible not wanting the unsub to hear how scared he was.

“Why should I?” He smirked, pressing it further into your head. You were practically sobbing at this point, trying to fight your way out of his touch.

You knew this couldn’t be where it ended, you opened your eyes to see Aaron looking at the both of you, his eyes glassy, trying not to cry.

Coming to your senses, you kicked your foot between his legs, making him flinch and let go of you, letting you run so Aaron could take the shot. Once clearing that the unsub was down, Aaron made his way to you.

Letting his emotions take a hold of him, his hands held the sides of your face as his lips pressed against yours. You sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him closer towards you. Pushing away, you rested your forehead against his.

“Never.” He whispered, tears running down his face too, “Never do that again.”

“I don’t think I can promise that.” You whispered, smiling. Aaron smiled with you, going to kiss you again, softly.

You smiled into the kiss, before breaking away. “As much as I dreamed of this happening, maybe we move this somewhere else.”

Aaron smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist, helping you back outside.

Joining the rest of the team, each saying their worries, giving you hugs of relief. As you hugged Garcia while she practically lectured you about going in, your eyes widened, pulling away from her.

“What’s wrong?” She looked at you.

“I think my water broke.” You looked down at your gray pants, seeing a dark line starting to trickle down your pant leg.

“Oh my god!” She exclaimed, gaining the attention of the rest of the team. “Oh my god, she’s going into labor!”

The ride to the hospital was eventual, Garcia and Hotch arguing over who should ride in the ambulance with you, Morgan taking Garcia away letting Hotch stay with you.

“You ready sweetheart?” Hotch asked, holding onto your hand as you felt your contractions.

“Yea-ahhhhhh!” You screamed as another contraction started. “No.”

“It’s alright, we’re almost there.”

“I want drugs.” You cried, “I can’t do this.”

Aaron just smiled, pressing a kiss to your hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

Finally coming to the hospital, you were put into a bed and rolled into the delivery room, luckily all the doctors and nurses were present when the two of you came in and the morphine was given to you.

“Alright, Mrs. Hotchner, let’s get this baby.” You were so out of it that you didn’t correct it and Aaron was stunned just to hear the doctor call you Mrs. Hotchner.

“Okay, just one more big push.” It was a relief to you, hearing you just needed to push once more. Aaron was nothing but supportive, holding onto your hand the entire time, wiping away the sweat that was dripping down your face, whispering sweet nothing in your ear.

“There we go!” The doctor smiled, lifting the baby up to your eyes, “Congratulations it’s a girl.”

The two of you cried in happiness, hearing her little cries, you finally closed your eyes, leaning back on the bed.

“You did amazing.” Aaron smiled, moving the hair away from your eyes. Aaron kept an eye on you and the babe as she was cleaned and finally brought over to the two of you.

“Here we go mom.” The nurse handed her into your arms.

You could cry about how beautiful and small she was. Though just being born, you could already tell she took many of Hotch’s features.

“She looks like you.” You looked up at him.

“Hi baby.” You softly rubbed her cheek with the pad of your thumb. That seemed to wake her, her eyes opening, blinking rapidly before settling.

“Oh my, Aaron, look at her eyes.” Aaron leaned down to look at his daughter, seeing her eyes, one brown, the other hazel.

“She has heterochromia.” He said in awe. Lifting her up to Hotch, he softly took her out of your arms.

“My sweet girl.” You couldn’t look away from them, seeing the bond that was already being created.

“Do we have a name for your special girl?” The nurse asked.

“Isabella Hotchner.” You said softly, looking up at Hotch, “Izzy.”

The nurses and doctors stepped out of the room letting the three of you settle before letting any visitors come in.

You all ended up falling asleep before the team came in. Isabella was in the bassinet while you scooted over to have Hotch in the bed with you. It was a tight fit but you were adamant with sleeping with him.

JJ was the first to walk in, the rest of the coming in, seeing the two of you. JJ swooned at the scene, seeing sleeping Isabella and you and Aaron cuddling together.

He was still in his dress shirt and slacks, but his arms were wrapped against your back, letting your head rest on your chest while the blanket covered the two of you.

Everyone just set down their flowers and balloons, leaving the phone, just before Garcia was able to snag a photo of the three of you.

Rossi smiled at the two of you together, remembering the nights that Aaron stayed late talking about you to him. Setting down his flowers, he dimmed the lights and closed the door, leaving your family together.

fin.

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Don’t Like The Lights

Sequel to Flashing Lights series, must read Flashing Lights first to understand

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16. March 14th

It was late and Maryse was exhausted, lying in bed next to Jack. She shifted under the covers and looked over at him before sighing, seeing him sleeping peacefully. The twins had been particularly active that night, kicking and moving making it hard to get in a comfortable position. At this point she was going to sign them up at Mockingbird Valley as soon as they were born.

She rubbed her belly, feeling another kick, but this time something was different. A sharp pain shot through her abdomen, taking her breath away. At first, she thought it was just the babies being active again, but as the pain grew stronger, she realized this wasn’t just kicking..

Maryse reached for Jack, who was still snoring next to her. “Babe…Jack…I think it’s happening,” she said as she started shaking him awake.

Jack sat up immediately, now wide awake. “What? You aren’t due for another few weeks!”

Tears welled up in her eyes as the pain intensified. “I know…it’s too early.” She whispered loudly, starting to panic. “It’s too soon, they’re not ready!”

Jack quickly got out of the bed, throwing on sweat sweatpants and a hoodie. Reaching for the hospital bag they had prepared weeks ago. “Hey, it’s okay. Let’s just get you to the hospital.”

Tears rolled down Maryse’s cheeks as she shook her head. “But what if something goes wrong? I’m not ready, I’m—”

“We got this,” Jack interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. “You’re strong, and our babies are going to be just fine. You’ve been carrying them for months, and they’re ready to meet us.”

She nodded weakly, still scared, but his words settled some of the fear bubbling inside her. “Okay,” she whispered, letting him help her toward the car.

With a reassuring squeeze of her hand, Jack said, “Let’s go meet our babies.”

As they sped through the dark streets, the hospital still a few miles away, Jack kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting gently on Maryse’s thigh. She was gripping her belly, her breathing controlled but strained as another contraction came and went. The tension in the car was intense and Jack wanted to lighten it up.

With a slight grin, he glanced over at her, his voice playful. “You know… if we time this right, they’ll probably end up being born the day after me.” His birthday was a few short hours ago as it was now past midnight.

Maryse, between deep breaths, shot him a tired but amused look. “You seriously think you’re that lucky?”

He chuckled, turning his attention back to the road for a second before looking at her again. “Hey, I’m just saying… twins love a grand entrance. They want their own day but close enough to remind everyone who their dad is.”

Her eyes fluttered shut as she braced through another contraction, and for a moment, he thought maybe his light-hearted joke wasn’t working. But as the pain lessened, she turned to him with a small smirk. “Let’s just hope they’re not as dramatic as their dad.”

He laughed softly, the sound a brief comfort in the intensity of the moment. “I don’t know about that. If they’ve got even half of your fire, we’re in for it.”

When they finally arrived, the doctors confirmed that she was indeed in labor but only three centimeters dilated. “You’ve got some hours to go,” the nurse with a sympathetic smile, helping her adjust the bed for comfort.

As Maryse tried to focus on her breathing, Jack sat beside her, tapping his fingers on the bedside table. At first, it was a soft rhythm, something to distract himself from the nerves, but it soon became obvious he was making a beat out of the rhythm of her breathing.

Maryse clenched her jaw, exhaling sharply. “If you don’t stop tapping,” she said through gritted teeth, “I’m going to get really mad.”

Jack froze mid-tap, eyes wide, then sheepishly pulled his hand away from the table. “Sorry, just trying to help,” he muttered, a crooked grin forming.

She shot him a look but then sighed, leaning back into her pillows. “Maybe help by not turning my labor into a mixtape.”

“Noted,” he said, settling back, a little quieter but still grinning.

In between contractions, Maryse looked up at Jack with a weak smile. “I’m hungry,” she whispered, her voice laced with exhaustion. “Can you get me something?”

Jack, eager to help, nodded quickly. “I got you,” he said, rushing out of the room.

A few minutes later, he returned, his arms overflowing with snacks—chips, candy, granola bars, a banana, even a couple of drinks. “I, uh… I wasn’t sure what you could have, so I just grabbed everything,” he admitted sheepishly, holding up the pile.

Maryse blinked at the assortment, then gave a small laugh despite the situation. “I can’t eat half of that, but I appreciate the effort.”

“Which one can you eat?” Jack asked, looking a little lost.

She pointed to the banana and granola bar. “Those will do. Thanks, baby.”

He handed them over, still looking concerned. “I’ll eat the rest,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood, but his eyes stayed glued to her, watching her every move with worry as she nibbled at the food between breaths.

“You should probably call your parents… and mine,” she said, in between bites

Jack hesitated, not wanting to leave her side for even a second, but nodded. “Okay, I’ll call them. But I’m not going far.”

Maryse squeezed his hand, appreciating his presence. “I know. Just… tell them it’s happening.”

Before Jack walked out the room Maryse stopped him. “Hey, babe?”

Jack turned around, “I love you, and so happy to be on this journey with you.”

She could see him getting emotional, Jack walked back and pressed a long kiss to her forehead, and then to her lips. “I love you more.”

“Yuck.” Maryse says with a grin before pushing him away. “Now, go call our parents and Urban so you can relax a bit.”

He kissed her forehead softly before stepping aside, pulling out his phone. “Hey, Mrs, Monet” he began quietly, trying to keep his voice calm, though the excitement and worry were palpable. “Sorry, Margot… It’s time. We’re at the hospital… yeah, for real this time.”

As he made the calls, Maryse breathed deeply, bracing herself for the next contraction. Knowing their families would be there soon brought her a bit of comfort. Even though things were happening faster than expected, she felt better with Jack by her side and their loved ones on the way.

Jack came back into the room after stepping out to make the call, his face slightly flushed from rushing back to her side. He took a seat next to Maryse, gently lifting her hand again.

“I just got off the phone with your parents,” he said, his voice calm. “They’re taking the next flight out from New York, but they probably won’t make it before the babies are born.”

Maryse let out a soft sigh, her face showing a mix of disappointment and anxiety. “I was hoping they’d be here in time.”

“I know, baby, but my mom and dad are on their way. They’ll be here soon,” he reassured her, squeezing her hand. “My mom’s gonna bring all the calm energy you need.”

She forced a smile through the pain, “Good. I need that right now.”

Jack leaned in and kissed her temple, his thumb gently rubbing her palm. “You’re doing amazing. Just a little longer, and we’ll have them here.”

She nodded, trying to focus on his words instead of the contractions. “You’re staying with me the whole time, right?”

“Of course. I’m not leaving your side,” he promised, his eyes steady on hers.

Maryse smiled and gave him a tired look, wincing as another contraction rolled through.

“Hey, Urban just got here. He’s in the waiting room.”

“Good. Maybe he can take some of your nervous energy because it’s making me nervous too.”

Jack chuckled, trying to play it cool but knowing she could read him better than anyone. “I’m not that nervous.”

She raised an eyebrow and let out a small huff, “Babe, I can see you tapping your foot like you’re working on a beat, again!”

He looked down, noticing his foot bouncing anxiously, and sheepishly smiled. “Alright, maybe I’m a little worked up.”

“Go tell him to come in here,” Maryse added, squeezing his hand, “Maybe he can calm you down.”

Jack nodded, standing up. “I’ll bring him in,” he said, giving her hand one last reassuring squeeze before heading out to get his friend.

When Maryse saw Urban walk in, holding his film camera with a mischievous grin, she narrowed her eyes at him. “You really brought a camera in here?”

Urban shrugged, still grinning. “Gotta document the moment, right?”

She let out a low groan as another contraction hit, her face scrunching up in pain. “I’m in way too much pain to yell at you right now… but trust me, I’ll make up for it later.”

Urban chuckled, holding up the camera defensively. “Hey, I’m just capturing memories.”

“I better appreciate these photos when this is all over,” she muttered, shifting uncomfortably as the pain intensified. “Because I swear, if I look like a mess in them, you’re gonna regret it.”

Jack chuckled, rubbing her back. “You’ll look amazing—“

Maryse gave him a tired side-eye. “Whatever.” But deep down, she knew she’d treasure the moments Urban was capturing.

Just as another wave of pain hit, Jack’s parents finally arrived. Maggie swept into the room, her eyes immediately going to Maryse, taking in her exhaustion. She wasted no time.

“You two,” she pointed at Jack and Urban, “go get some coffee. I can tell you’ve been getting on her nerves.”

Jack blinked in disbelief. “I haven’t! I’ve been—”

Maryse shot him a look, eyebrow raised. He fell silent, his argument dying before it began.

Maggie gave him a knowing smile. “Mmhmm. Go on. We’ll keep her company for a bit.”

Urban snickered, nudging Jack as they reluctantly headed for the door. “Told you she’d notice.”

Jack grumbled, glancing back at Maryse as she waved him off, already more relaxed with his mom by her side. “Yeah, yeah. We won’t be long,” he muttered, trying to salvage a little pride.

Maryse just smirked, leaning into his mom’s comforting presence as they left the room.

Maggie turned to Maryse with a gentle smile. “How are you doing, sweetheart? Feeling okay? I really hope he’s not driving you too crazy in here.”

She let out a tired chuckle, her body relaxing a bit now that the room was quieter. “Honestly, he’s been doing great. He’s just… really nervous, and it’s kind of rubbing off on me. But he’s been sweet.”

She nodded, her eyes soft with understanding. “He gets that way when he cares a lot. I’m so happy for you two. This is such an exciting time.”

Maryse smiled, her eyes tearing up a little. “Thanks… I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

His mom leaned over, squeezing her hand. “You’re going to be amazing parents. Both of you.”

That reassurance settled something in Maryse, the warmth of it wrapping around her like a blanket.

A few minutes later, Jack popped his head back into the room, grinning like a kid caught sneaking candy. “Can I come back in now? I miss you,” he said, eyes soft as they landed on Maryse.

She rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “You’re so cheesy,” she muttered, but the warmth in her voice gave her away. No matter how much she pretended to be annoyed, that sweetness was exactly what she needed right now.

His mom laughed, patting his shoulder as she passed him on her way out. “Alright, you two, I’ll let you have your moment.”

Jack quickly walked over to her bedside, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I can’t help it,” he said softly. “I love you.”

Maryse rolled her eyes again, but this time, she smiled wide. “Ew. You really do.”

Before he could respond, her face scrunched in discomfort. She gripped Jack’s hand tightly, her voice shaking. “Get the doctor or nurse, please,” she urged, barely able to keep her breath steady.

Jack’s eyes widened with concern as he quickly stood up, rushing to the door and calling for help. A nurse hurried in within moments, checking Maryse over before nodding. “It’s time. You’re ready to push.”

Panic mixed with excitement flashed across Jack’s face as the room suddenly buzzed with activity. The nurses quickly started prepping everything while another handed him a set of scrubs. “We need to get you into these now,” she instructed.

Jack fumbled with the clothes, his hands shaking as he tried to put them on. He glanced back at Maryse, who was focused on breathing through the pain. He could tell she was terrified, but there was no time to dwell on that now. He had to be there for her.

“You got this, baby,” he called out, though his own nerves were showing. He finally got dressed and rushed back to her side, ready to hold her hand through what was about to happen.

Maryse gave him a tired but determined look. “You better be right here the whole time,” she said between breaths.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, squeezing her hand as the doctor arrived.

The doctor stood at the foot of the bed, ready for the arrival of their twins. “Alright, Mrs. Harlow, it’s time to push. Give me a big one,” the doctor said, voice calm yet firm.

Maryse didn’t even register being called “Mrs. Harlow,” too focused on the overwhelming pressure and pain. Her entire body trembled as she braced herself, gripping Jack’s hand so tightly that he winced, but he didn’t dare complain.

“You’re doing amazing, babe,” Jack encouraged, his voice soft but steady. “Just breathe. I’m right here. You’ve got this.”

With a final push, their son was born. His tiny cry pierced the air almost immediately, bringing both of them to tears. “It’s a boy!” the doctor announced, but before they could fully process it, the doctor encouraged her to push again. “One more, you’re doing great!”

But before she could catch her breath, the next contraction hit, signaling it was time for their second baby. “You’re almost there,” Jack reassured her. “One more. You can do this.”

She bore down, pushing with all her strength. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and the room seemed to fade around her, everything focusing on the task at hand. She groaned with the effort, her face contorting in pain, but she didn’t stop. The sound of the doctor’s calm instructions blended with Jack’s reassuring words, both keeping her going.

Jack leaned in, kissing the side of her forehead, his heart racing as much as hers. “Just a little more, baby, you’re almost done.”

Maryse screamed as she gave one last push, The doctor held her up, but the room fell into an eerie silence—she didn't cry

Her heart dropped. She looked over at Jack, panic in her eyes, and she squeezed his hand even tighter. “Why isn’t she crying? What’s wrong?”

Jack’s face paled, his eyes glued to their baby. “Come on, baby girl,” he whispered under his breath, his voice trembling. “Come on.”

The seconds felt like hours. The nurses quickly began rubbing her back, gently stimulating her, and finally, after what felt like an eternity, the sweetest sound filled the room—a tiny, soft cry.

Both Maryse and Jack let out a breath they didn’t realize they were holding, tears streaming down their faces. “She’s okay,” the doctor reassured them, “Sometimes it just takes them a minute.”

Jack’s legs almost gave out from the relief as he leaned over to kiss Maryse's forehead. “She’s okay,” he whispered, voice cracking. “They’re both okay.”

Once the nurses had cleaned the babies, they gently placed one in each of their arms. Maryse cradled the first twin, their son, while Jack held their daughter, his face lit with awe. The room was quieter now, the cries subsiding into soft coos, and the nurses hovered nearby, curious as they asked the question.

“So, what are their names?” one nurse asked, a smile on her face.

Maryse looked up at Jack, her heart swelling. This was the moment they’d talked about, dreamed about. She shifted her gaze back down to the tiny face in her arms, brushing a finger softly across her son’s cheek.

“Noah Thomas,” she said softly, pride and emotion lacing her voice.

Jack smiled, glancing down at their daughter, who was already settling in his arms like she knew she belonged there. “And this little one is London Paige,” he added, his voice full of warmth.

The nurses beamed. “Beautiful names,” one of them said, making a note on the clipboard.

As they looked down at their children, Maryse and Jack exchanged a glance, both overwhelmed by the love and responsibility that had just entered their lives. Noah, with his tiny features that mirrored Maryse, and London, with her resemblance to Jack, made the moment feel even more surreal.

“They’re perfect,” Jack whispered, leaning in to kiss Maryse's forehead again, unable to tear his eyes away from their babies.

Maryse smiled tiredly. “Yeah, they really are.”

The nurses gently took Noah and London to the adjoining station to check their vitals, Jack turned his full attention to Maryse. He leaned closer, cupping her face in his hands, brushing his lips against her forehead, her cheeks, and finally planting soft kisses all over her face.

“I’m so happy right now,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You did amazing, babe. I can’t believe we just brought two beautiful babies into the world.”

Maryse laughed lightly, still feeling a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with tears of happiness. “You were right there with me the whole time.”

Jack nodded, his eyes shining. “And I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else. You’re incredible.” He paused, watching her with a tenderness that made her heart swell.

“I can’t believe we’re parents now.”

“Right? We are really doing this,” he replied, grinning ear to ear, his voice filled with excitement.

Just then, the nurses returned with the twins, both of them sleeping peacefully in their tiny blankets. “They’re doing great!” one of the nurses announced, beaming at the new parents. “Everything looks perfect.”

Jack’s eyes lit up as they approached, and he turned back to Maryse. “Look at them,” he said, pride swelling in his chest. “We made those little miracles.”

Maryse couldn’t help but smile as she watched him fall into that instant connection with their children. “They’re our world now,” she said softly.

She leaned back against the hospital pillow, she couldn’t help but smile at Jack, who stood by the bassinet, completely mesmerized by the tiny babies they had just brought into the world. She watched him, his eyes wide and full of love, and felt a warmth spread through her chest. All the pain and stress they had just endured felt like a distant memory. Before the exhaustion pulled her under, her mind wandered back to the whirlwind of the past year.

From the dizzying heights of success with her music career to the unexpected news of her pregnancy, it had all felt like a beautiful, chaotic dream.

Their late-night talks, the way he made her laugh when she was feeling down, and the countless times he had gently reminded her of her strength—it all played like a montage in her mind. The stalker incident, the Super Bowl performance, and the challenges of preparing for two little ones felt like a lifetime ago. Yet here they were, parents of two, ready to take on whatever came next.

She glanced at Jack again, who was still transfixed by the babies, his expression a mix of awe and pride. That sight filled her with warmth, and as her eyelids grew heavier, she felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. They had fought through it all together, and now, with their family finally complete, she knew they could handle anything.

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AN: EVERYONE SCREAMMMMMM!!! Noah & London are hereeeeee ;) a day after Jack's birthday of course poor maryse haha please let me know what you think and if you like their names 🫶

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