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It's Bubba- Part 2

Its taken a while, but here is the requested second part of my Evan Buckley imagine and I'm hoping to do a third part soon. I hope you will all like it.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: When Evan's parents come into town, they aren't happy to find their grandson prefers Bobby over them. And they take their frustrations out on (Y/n).

Enjoy.

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Evan slouched his back against the wall, crossing one arm over his chest while his other hand ran down his face, rubbing at the stubble starting to grow around his chin and jaw.

He crossed one leg over the other and slowly lifted his head to look to the left where his parents were waiting.

They had stayed, despite being told to go. Clearly they felt bad for everything that had happened, and Evan was glad. He would be riled up if they still thought they were blameless for what had happened today. (Y/n) was only in the hospital because of them.

"Is she okay?"

Evan wasn't sure whether his mum was being sincere or whether she was just trying to make conversation and try to seem interested to make amends. Not that it really mattered. Maddie was inside with (Y/n) and James, Evan had called Bobby who was going to come down after his shift and see (Y/n). He was not impressed that barely two hours after he left (Y/n), her in-laws had stressed her into having contractions. If Evan's parents were still here when Bobby arrived, there would be another argument.

"Contractions have stopped, she's on twenty-four hour observation before I can take her home."

"Oh, that's good." The way Margaret pressed her hand to her chest made Evan believe she had been a little bit worried, and that was good. If she hadn't then he would of been angry.

He wanted things to be different. When he told his parents (Y/n) was pregnant the first time, they had been excited. They had talked to him more than they had in years, they took an interest. It was the first time they actually seemed proud of him.

And when they came down to visit James for that first time, they had smiled so brightly and they had been so interested and happy and in tears. Evan thought in that moment that they would make amends for his broken childhood through James. He thought they would be proper grandparents.

But he was wrong. Not that he was exactly upset, per say, not when he had Bobby. Bobby who had seen all the scan photos, who had helped them get prepared for James's arrival and who had been there and stayed with (Y/n) when she needed him if Evan wasn't around. Bobby had been in the hospital waiting while James was born and he had held him that very first day.

Evan knew James could always rely on Bobby and Athena if he couldn't rely on the Buckley grandparents.

"Evan, we really didn't want to cause problems. James is our grandson, we want him to see us as his grandparents."

"Then you have to put the effort in with him." He kept his chin tilted down and his arms folded over his chest, but he lifted his gaze to lock eyes with his dad. "When he was born, you promised me you'd do better, for him. You made all those shitty remarks about coming down at least once a month, wanting to take him out on trips and have him stay with you, and you didn't keep any of them. Why do you think he's so attached to Bobby? Because Bobby and Athena did all of that with him, they stepped in when you didn't."

"Let us try again, we promise-"

"No. I don't want promises you'll probably break. If you really wanna try, then come to our birthday party next month. And when the twins are here, come down and take James out for the day. If you can stick to it, then we'll see."

Evan wasn't interested in hollow promises that were never intended to be kept and were easily broken.

He wanted to see his parents putting in the effort without having to promise to do anything. He wanted them to come and celebrate at the party, to see how Evan already had a close-knit family around him who loved and doted on his wife and son. They would see how everyone cared for each other, they would see what they were missing out on.

And when the twins were born, if they could commit to James, to taking him out or just coming to show him some love and attention, then Evan would talk about making it more permanent.

Bobby and Athena were already excited to babysit the twins when needed, and they had said they want to keep taking James on day trips so he didn't feel left out and so (Y/n) could focus on the twins. Even Eddie had chipped in saying he and Chris would love to have James round more for playdates and trips out to help.

Evan's parents needed to commit like that, they needed to interact and be around James without having to be told to do it.

If they turned up at the party next month, Evan would be more inclined to let them take James out and let them into their lives. Because if this was just more hollow promises, Evan would cut them out of James's life to save him the pain and rejection Evan felt all his life.

He wouldn't have his son feeling like that, not when he already had so much love and family in his life right now.

"Where are we going?" James picked his head up off Evan's shoulder and leaned back so he could look at his dad properly.

His arms were looped around his dad's neck, his feet were happily bashing into Evan's lower back and he was vibrating like he was a rocket about to launch into the sky. His red lips curved into a smile when Evan leaned in to kiss his cheek as he continued to walk slowly so he didn't leave (Y/n) behind.

She wasn't walking very fast these days.

"I don't know, buddy, no one's told me. Aunt Maddie has a surprise for us." Evan was partially telling the truth. He knew the building which they were going to, but beyond that, he had no clue what had been planned or what would be hidden behind those doors.

It was their birthday.

They had been bowling this morning, just Evan, (Y/n) and James and then they went out for dinner. James had been a little upset that no one had been round to the house. He was used to having little parties at home for birthdays where family would come round to see them and have cake and music. But he had been told that they were having the morning out together and then they had a surprise later on.

Turning his head to the right, Evan smiled down at (Y/n) and tightened his hand around hers. She had her free hand on her stomach and her cheek pressed against Evan's bicep.

"Okay?" He murmured softly against her hair to which (Y/n) nodded.

She hadn't been best pleased these last three weeks that she had practically been put on light duties that verged on bed rest. No heavy lifting, no strenuous activity, no straining or overdoing anything. (Y/n) felt like she was reduced to sleeping and cooking and even then, if Evan was home he always wanted to cook.

But it seemed to be working. She'd had extra midwife appointments to make sure she wasn't losing any fluid and that everything was okay and for the last three weeks, there had been no problems. No more contractions, and no more stress since Evan's parents went back home.

She was relieved, (Y/n) had worried that she might go into early labour and they would have to postpone the party or have the party while the twins were either in hospital or had to be brought along.

Being thirty-four weeks pregnant at the party was preferable to having the twins prematurely. (Y/n) would gladly look swollen and large in the pictures tonight and refrain from the dance floor if it kept the twins safe and secure.

"I'm gonna look great in the photos." (Y/n) kept her voice quiet so James wouldn't catch on and she twisted her head to look at her two boys as they headed into the venue Maddie had booked out for the night.

Evan looked very dapper and handsome in his tight black jeans and a starched white button up shirt that had golden circles sewn across that sparkled and reflected the lights like sequins. The sleeves were short and they seemed to imbed in his biceps like the shirt was a size too small for him. And his curls had been ruffled with gel and looked fluffy like cotton.

And then there was James. The four year old had a pair of black trousers on- because he wanted to match Evan in some way since it was their joint day- and he had a dusty blue shirt on with the Mickey Mouse silhouette dotted all around. And it was matched with a small red bowtie.

"You look beautiful." Evan's tone was one not to be messed with and it made (Y/n)'s nerves turn to mush and had adrenaline sparking through her system.

She felt him press a kiss to her forehead before he opened the door for her, letting her walk through first before he followed swiftly behind and rested his hand on (Y/n)'s lower back.

This was as far as Evan knew where to go. Maddie had told him that he was having a big party because it was his thirtieth and James was four, but that was all he knew. He didn't know the theme, the look of the room, the cake, who was invited, nothing. He hadn't even known where or what time it was until (Y/n) told him this afternoon.

His eyes danced down to his wife when she tried to stifle a groan and he noticed her hand move down to cradle the underside of her stomach.

"Okay?"

"Hm, just getting kicked." She knew her excitement had probably woken the twins up, but she hoped they would settle down. The last thing they needed during the party was (Y/n) feeling uncomfortable or needing to sit down every five minutes. "This way," (Y/n) ticked her head to the right and trudged down the hall towards the large double grey doors at the end.

She hadn't been here to set up since she had been with the boys all day, but both Maddie and Hen had been sending her discrete pictures all morning of the decorations and the room layout.

"What we doing here?" James tightened his arms around Evan's neck and looked over his shoulder back down the corridor. He had no clue where they were and there was no one else around. This wasn't like the cinema or the auditorium, James had no idea what was going on.

He turned his head again and looked at his mum curiously when she tapped on the door three times before looking up at him.

"I think there's someone in here." (Y/n)'s lips curved up into a grin and she took a step back so Evan could walk through first.

"Shall we take a look?" He murmured softly into James's ear, sucking in a deep breath before he opened the door with apprehension.

Evan hadn't had too many birthday parties in his life. His friends at college had thrown him a party in their local pub when he turned eighteen. And Maddie had done a little home party when he was twenty one and invited his college friends. That was Evan's first party with (Y/n).

Other than that, they usually went out on birthdays and had the days together or on holiday. His twenty-fifth had been a good holiday, they had gone to France. But parties weren't something Evan was used to, not until now. They had a good home party when James was one, and they usually took him out on their birthday and had family over in the afternoons.

But for the last two years, Maddie and (Y/n) had been telling Evan that he was getting a party for this special birthday and he had no choice in it. And he was secretly thrilled and overwhelmed all at once.

Evan wasn't sure what he would be walking into once he opened the door and he was slightly surprised to step into the function room and realise that it was pitch black. So that was why (Y/n) had knocked on the door when they got here.

He felt James gasp into his neck when he realised how dark it was, but before he could try and ask what was going on, bright lights dazzled them from all angles.

A loud symphony of "Happy Birthday!" was sung from all around the room causing poor James to tremble in Evan's arms from shock. His arms tightened around Evan's neck and he shuddered, eyes blown wide as he gasped when he looked around the room.

Everyone was here.

Both Evan's arms tightened around James and he cupped the back of his neck to pull him closer so he could kiss his temple.

The room looked great. In the left corner of the room, Evan saw two large 30 helium balloons made from silver foil. Then on the opposite side of the room, there was a large red 4 helium balloon. There were 'thirty' banners on the left, ranging in colour and font and size and a lot of silver balloons were scattered on the floor and stuck to the walls.

And on the right there was a dinosaur balloon and a lot of red and green balloons on the floor like confetti.

Their presents were placed neatly next to the balloon, clearly separated so they knew which ones were for who and towards the middle of the room near the back, there was a large buffet table. Evan couldn't see the cake from over here, but he already knew it would be good. He and James always had a joint cake on their birthday.

"Surprise." (Y/n) looped her arms up around Evan's shoulders and pulled him down a little so she could kiss his cheek before she leaned over to do the same to James.

She could see her little boy's eyes scanning the room, taking in who was here just like Evan was. All of the team were here, Hen and Karen had brought Denny, Eddie had brought Chris, Bobby and Athena had brought May along with them. A few of Evan's old friends from college had turned up which was a surprise.

He could see his parents stood to one side and he tried not to focus too much on them, but his eyes soon flitted over to (Y/n)'s parents who were stood near Bobby and Athena. He got along much better with (Y/n)'s parents, they had taken him in as one of their own almost immediately.

"A party," James was practically shaking with excitement and he squealed when he noticed Maddie hurrying over to them.

"There are my birthday boys!" Maddie looped her arms around them both and pulled Evan down to her level, pressing a sloppy kiss to each of their cheeks. And she was more than happy to let James wriggle down into her arms to give her a proper cuddle.

"Aunt Maddie!"

"Hi gorgeous, look what I found for you." Dipping into her back pocket, Maddie revealed the large circular badge she had scouted round the shops for. It was dark blue with silver flecks sparkled around and a large silver 4 in the centre.

She loved the way James squealed when she pinned it on his shirt and when she looked up at her little brother, she grinned.

"And for you," she pulled out the matching badgeg with 30 in the centre, cackling when Evan tossed his head back with a quiet groan. She was trying to make him feel old. "You have to wear that all night." She added once it was securely pinned to the left side of his chest. "Thank you, this all looks perfect." Evan kissed her cheek while he did his best to fight off tears.

He took another scan around the room when someone turned the speakers on and a pop song blasted through the room. He loved the way James started to wriggle in Maddie's arms like he was charging up, ready to set off like a wind up toy being released.

"Wanna go say hi?" Maddie kissed James's temple again and leaned over to set him down so he could take a wander around the room and see everybody. He was a little social butterfly once he got going and all his favourite people were here tonight.

James scanned his eyes around the room and looked like he was about to go to the right near where Eddie and Hen were stood with their phones out taking pictures. But once he looked towards the middle of the room, he was off like a shot.

"Bubba!"

His arms stretched out in front of him and his shoes squeaked against the waxed floor when he set his sights on the one other person he had been dying to see all day.

An illuminating smile lit up Bobby's face and he quickly turned to set his drink down on the table behind him so his arms were free to pick up his grandson. He crouched down just in time for James to fly into his arms, almost crashing him back into the table which caused a round of laughter to flood the air.

"Happy birthday, little man." Bobby let James cling to his chest and he pushed up to his feet, lifting James up with him.

"Missed you." James whispered while he nuzzled his nose against Bobby's cheek and tightened his arms around his neck. "And nanny." He added softly when he felt Athena's hand on his back and her lips pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"We missed you too. Oh, look how grown up you look today."

They both turned when they heard Eddie muttering "Smile," and giant grins spread across all their faces when he snapped a few photos of them.

A sugary sweet grin pulled at Evan's lips as he watched the three of them pose for the photo. He felt Maddie pat his shoulder before she headed over, presumably to go and see if James wanted to open his presents yet.

But Evan's head turned to the right to look down at (Y/n) when her hand tangled with his and gave a little tug. He could feel her squeezing his hand rather tight so her nails were scratching into the back of his hand and when he looked at her, his smile started to dampen. She was leaning forward, arching her back out while her other hand was on her stomach like she was in pain.

"Baby, what's the matter?" He gently eased his hand from her grip so he could take her hand in his left one instead. Allowing him to wrap his right arm around her back and keep her pressed into his side.

He could feel his heart picking up speed causing a light sheen of sweat to glisten on his skin, but when (Y/n) tilted her head back to look up at him, her smile calmed one of his many nerves.

"My back hurts a bit, I- I think I'm gonna be sitting the majority of the night." She straightened up before anyone noticed she was doubled over and thought something was wrong. (Y/n) didn't want any unnecessary attention. She wanted tonight to go well, she wanted her boys to have the best birthday party and to see them smiling and dancing and cutting their cake. Not have them fawning and worrying over her when it was just a bit of back pain.

The last two months she had been crippled with aches and pains and today had been no different. She hadn't joined in bowling earlier because it didn't exactly coincide with the midwife's orders. She had enjoyed sitting and watching Evan help James aim the bowling ball and she took pictures to go in James's scrapbook.

Plus, they had done a lot of walking around today, they had been up and on the go since six this morning when James excitedly jumped in their bed to wake them up. He knew not to jump on (Y/n) though, it was drilled into him that he had to be careful with his mum and the twins. So he had clambered onto Evan's chest and sung happy birthday to him.

"I'd rather you sit down than overdo it on the dance floor." He grinned when (Y/n) hit her hand playfully into his chest. "Come on," He murmured into her hair as he turned and started guiding them over to one of the tables near the 'four' side of the room because they both knew James wouldn't wait long to open his presents.

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Reaching out for the pair of glasses pushed up into his hair, Evan pulled them off and handed them over to Karen who was scouring over the table behind him.

The table was full of props, funky glasses, jazzy hats, feather boas, everything anyone could need for a fancy photo. This was where Evan had been for the last twenty minutes. He'd had thousands of photos taken, most of them with James, a few with (Y/n) before she went to sit down again and then lots with Eddie and Chris.

He would have enough pictures by the end of the night to last a lifetime. Evan loved photos, he found them so intriguing and capturing the moment was one of his favourite things to do.

Karen took the glasses with a cheesy grin and she took one of the hats too which she placed sideways on Chimney's head.

Evan moved out the way so they could start snapping some funny photos and as he side-stepped, his eyes locked on his parents.

They always looked so out of place at happy events like this.

His mum wouldn't smile, at least not genuinely, she looked around as if she was too good to be at a place like this. Her eyes watched everyone with vigor, scouting them out and assessing them. And his dad, though he tried to smile and blend in and act the part, he looked too stiff and tense. Neither of them would relax and enjoy themselves or smile and get into the music or just be happy to be here.

It was no wonder James hadn't gone anywhere near them all night. He didn't know what to say to them or how to act around them and if they weren't going to smile or join in the fun, he wasn't going to get close to them.

Evan dragged his fingers through his hair as a tender look fluttered across his face when his eyes locked on his wife.

She was sat with Athena at one of the tables, a mixture of sweets on the table between them and bright smiles on their faces. He made his way over to them, weaving through friends scattered about on the dance floor. But before he reached them, he turned back around at the sound of James's voice.

"Daddy! Look what bubba got me!" The four year old clapped his hands when Evan looked over at him with intrigue.

He watched his boy bolt over to him and point to the small yellow helmet on his head. It was a children's version of one of their fireman helmets, but Bobby had clearly modified the front and made it a carbon copy of his own helmet. It said Captain in big white letters in the red sticker on the front and 118 beneath it and along the bottom, it read Buckley.

"Wow, look at you. You can come work with me and bubba now, huh?" He had a feeling that it was going to be near impossible to get that helmet off of James once he put it on.

A cheesy smile spread across James's lips as he leaned his cheek on Evan's shoulder and cuddled into his chest. He seemed to be tiring only a little, despite time getting on and the night getting darker, James was still as live as a wire and feeding off of the energy in the room.

He let Evan nudge his helmet farther back on his head so Evan could kiss his cheek.

"Cake?"

"You want some more cake? Hm, we'd better ask aunt Maddie about that." Evan glanced his eyes around the room and found his sister in the corner, coincidently near the buffet table with the cake.

Evan had been very happy and overwhelmed when he saw the cake. He knew everyone on the team knew the best bakers in town and the best places to get fancy cakes from, and he had a feeling by the look on Hen's face that she had been the one to organise the cake.

It was two layers, the bigger one being made of chocolate since it was Evan's weakness and James's favourite. And on top there was a beautifully crafted fire truck made out of icing paste and iced flames decorated the edges of both layers of cake.

There was a 30 candle stuck into the bottom layer and a big 4 candle on top and Bobby had done the honours of recording the moment when everyone sung happy birthday again and the boys blew out the candles.

Half the cake seemed to have gone already, everybody had been given a slice although James was adamant they couldn't cut into the iced fire truck on top. Evan was sure his son had had at least two pieces by now but he knew another slice wouldn't hurt.

"Can we steal another slice?" Evan nudged his sister with his elbow and grinned down at her when James tucked up into his neck to hide away. He didn't like asking for things, even at a party like this.

"I suppose I can't refuse the birthday boys. Are you both having fun?"

She pushed her hips back into the table and held out a plate with a large portion so they could both share it.

"Best party ever."

"Well I'm glad to hear it." Maddie kissed James's cheek before she leaned to look behind them. When her eyes moved back to look up at Evan, she found him raising a brow, wondering what was going through her head. "I think mum and dad wanna see him."

Her voice was soft and quiet enough that James wouldn't take any notice of what she was saying. But she could see her parents getting closer and looking around with those tepid smiles and their hands clasped together in front of them. Silently begging for an audience, for a chance to talk to James and spend a bit of time with him.

Evan rolled his lips together and took a glance over his shoulder before he looked back at his sister. He had told his parents to come here tonight and to make the effort, the least he could do was let them see James and try to get along.

"Go with Mads buddy, you might get some more presents." He pressed a quick kiss to James's cheek before he eased his boy down into his sister's waiting arms. Making sure he had hold of his cake that he was still munching away on. "Stay with him please."

Evan was okay with his parents trying to make the effort, but he wasn't taking any chances. He didn't want them overstepping the mark or upsetting James today, not on his birthday. And he didn't want James to think he had to stay with them if he started getting anxious or nervous. As long as Maddie stayed with him, James would feel okay wandering off and if Evan's parents tried to start up a bad conversation, Maddie would be there to steer them in another direction.

He turned around to watch the pair of them trot over to his parents and it made something bubble up in his stomach. He wasn't sure whether it was anticipation of something going wrong or the unease of wondering what would happen next if it went right.

He wasn't counting on his parents making much effort with himself or with James, and he doubted when the twins were born if his parents would continue to make the effort. They weren't the type to be able to commit long-term, not even to their own family, but that was okay. No one was expecting them to at this point.

He picked at a few bits from the buffet table behind him as he started to drift off into thought. But he was brought back to reality by a gentle tap on his shoulder.

"Hey," He grinned softly when he looked over and saw Hen stood beside him, her hips pressed back into the table and one hand on her hip.

"Hey Buck. You having a good time?" She nudged her shoulder against his and took a moment to glance around. She took in the sight of Athena on the dance floor with May, and Bobby going round taking a few more pictures. There were Chris and Eddie in one corner messing around with the balloons and Denny heading over to them. And everyone else was floating around and taking the time to sit down and chat and sing to the music.

The atmosphere was electric and it made Hen happy. They had never had a party especially for Evan and she was glad to see him smiling so much and to see him having a good time with his family was so lovely to witness.

"It's great, and James is loving it."

"Well your missus said she's got another present for you." Hen patted his shoulder and gave him a gently nudge to the left so he was facing the direction of his wife.

The smile started to morph into a look of confusion and Evan glanced back at Hen, but all she did was hold her hands up. She didn't know what the present was, she had just been asked if she could get Evan and steer him in the right direction.

With a huff and narrowed eyes, Evan pushed off the table and made his way over to the table (Y/n) was now frequenting alone with Athena up on the dance floor.

He took in (Y/n)'s appearance, the way she had one arm slouched on the table to try and keep herself sitting upright and she was slouched forward in her seat. Evan knew all of her little quirks and stances and he knew she was sat like that because her back was giving her trouble. (Y/n) didn't like sitting down for too long at a time but she also couldn't be moving about and be on her feet for too long either.

She had been up to take photos and watch the boys cut their cake, she had taken lots of photos with her boys and had crouched down with James when he was opening his presents. But in between, she had to keep sitting down to ease the pain in her back and her general discomfort that she had been dealing with for the last three weeks.

But none of that wiped the endearing smile from her lips and it was something Evan loved about her.

"Hi baby," He leaned down, whispering the words against (Y/n)'s temple which he pressed a few fluttering kisses to before he sat down.

He perched down on the seat next to her and looped his left arm over the back of (Y/n)'s shoulders so he could tug her into his side. His lips meshed with the side of her head when he felt (Y/n) leaning into his chest with her cheek against his collar bone and her hand giving his thigh a firm squeeze.

"I thought I'd had all my presents."

Of course, James had opened his presents first, he had been bursting at the seams to open them. He got a lot of cars and trucks and a few themed presents like dinosaur toys and puzzles. And now he'd gotten his helmet from Bobby which was undoubtedly going to be his favourite present of them all.

Evan had opened his presents after James, although his boy had helped him unwrap them because he was so excited to see what his dad got.

He had been given a few mugs with 30 on or a few dirty jokes which had made him laugh. bobby had gotten him a few different cook books, he got some documentaries and fact books. He'd gotten some new clothes, some jeans and gym stuff.

He couldn't forget the present Athena and Bobby had given him, amongst a few novelty cups and little tid-bits. They gave him a canvas photo from last Christmas of him, Bobby and James at the station beneath the wreath.

But his main present from (Y/n) had been the best. She got him tickets to one of his favourite theatre shows for two months' time and she had already talked to Bobby and got Evan the two days off so they could stay overnight. And Maddie had signed herself up to watch James and the twins for them.

Evan hadn't been expecting any other presents from anyone, he was more than happy with all the gifts he had been lavished with today. He didn't need anything else.

He looked down when (Y/n) let go of his thigh in favour of taking his free hand in hers and squeezing so tightly she made his knuckles go deathly pale and bruised the palm of his hand.

"Babe, I thought I'd got all my presents?" He repeated gently while he leaned his head to one side to look down at (Y/n).

"So did I, but I- fuck… Evan I'm sorry."

"Sorry? What're you talking about baby?" A shiver crawled down Evan's spine and his lips dropped into a frown when (Y/n) didn't look up at him or give him any other explanation.

He let go of her hand in favour of cupping her chin between his fingers and he firmly tilted her head back so he could look at her. She had tears welling up in her eyes and her teeth were sunk down in her lower lip enough to cause droplets of blood to well around her teeth.

His thumb dipped over the crease in her chin and he rose a brow, tucking his chin into his neck to keep eye contact with his wife while he waited patiently for a response. She had to tell him what she was talking about or he wasn't going to be able to do anything or understand what was going on. He was clearly missing something here.

(Y/n) took another deep breath but it didn't help, if anything it made her feel worse and had her eyes rolling before coming back into focus. She tipped her head back into Evan's shoulder so she could stare up into those dark blue eyes that had her stomach pooling with adrenaline.

"I think- I think I'm in labour."

She watched the way Evan's jaw dropped and he sucked in a deep breath, glancing his eyes around them as if expecting someone to laugh and tell him it was just a joke, a prank.

When his eyes looped back round to look at her, (Y/n) could see tears welling up making his eyes look glazed and delectable. And she felt his fingers let go of her chin so he could cup the side of her cheek. The sudden kiss he planted on her lips stole her breath and had her squeaking into his mouth.

Pulling back, Evan pressed a sloppy kiss to her flushed temple before he glanced around the room. Once his eyes locked on Bobby, he grinned and waved the Captain over to them.

"You two having fun?" Bobby sounded out of breath and his hands clutched at his hips while he leaned to one side. He rose a brow and grinned down at them both.

"(Y/n)'s going into labour, we're gonna have to cut the party short."

"Oh." His eyes widened and his smile dropped in favour of a dazed expression that looked rather endearing. He seemed to take a step closer to them before he switched and looked around the room like he was formulating a plan. "If you two head to the hospital, me and Athena will take the birthday boy home, that's not an issue."

"Thanks."

Bobby and Athena had been looking after James since he was a newborn. Their spare room was practically James's second bedroom with his toys scattered around, pictures of them all on the walls and Fireman Sam bedding always on the bed for when he stayed over. So, naturally, they had a lot of James's clothes at their place for unexpected sleepovers and so he didn't have to always bring a bag with him when they had him stay over.

Neither of them had a problem taking their grandson home with them tonight and spending his birthday evening with him.

"I'm sorry," (Y/n) brushed her hand beneath her eyes to wipe away the stray tears starting to fall. "I knew s-something like this would happen."

For the last three weeks (Y/n) had been walking on egg shells. Every kick and twinge had her reaching out for Evan and they waited through each twinge and bolt of pain, wondering if it was the start of labour. The midwife said (Y/n) would be more susceptible to contractions now she'd had them before and they were never expecting to get to full term with twins.

But (Y/n) had been dreading going into labour before the party today. She prayed she wouldn't, she didn't want to have the twins early and have them stay in the hospital or have complications. And it wouldn't bode well to have a party while the twins were cooped up in the hospital, or indeed to spoil the party with newborns crying out every five minutes.

The couple had been more than overjoyed that (Y/n) got to the boy's birthdays and hadn't had any pains or further problems. But she just knew something wouldn't go according to plan. And it seemed that the pains and twinges she had been having all day were signs of labour.

For almost an hour, (Y/n) had been focusing on the pains that came and went, wondering if they were normal, if they were braxton hicks, real contractions or indications of a problem. But now she knew they were labour pains and the midwife said if contractions happened again, they wouldn't be likely to stop them like before and it would be dangerous to try and stop them again.

"Don't be silly," Evan tutted against her temple. "We've had a great day and a party, and now we go and have the twins. Nothing's ruined, sweetheart, and it's not as if you've done this on purpose."

(Y/n) hadn't planned for any of this. She hadn't decided to go into labour tonight and she hadn't forced her body into labour. This was natural and it wasn't a problem. They had had an amazing day with James, the boys had thoroughly loved their party, it was the best one they'd both ever had. And now, Evan got to end his birthday by welcoming his two other children into the world.

Just like four years ago when James had finally been born and they realised it was Evan's birthday. He spent the whole day in hospital cuddling his son, taking pictures and ringing round family to tell them what an amazing birthday gift he had been given.

It looked as if that was going to happen again this year.

"I'll go let everyone know you're leaving, we'll stay until the little man gets tired." There was no point everyone leaving, Bobby knew the team would wish Evan and (Y/n) well and make sure they got off safely. But they would all stay and keep James happy and then when he got tired, they could call it a night and pack up.

Bobby turned and jogged into the dance floor to grab Maddie and Athena, he would tell them and then they could spread the news. But no one was going to tell James yet, they would let him party and tell him that his parents had to disappear for a while. Then at the end of the party Athena and Bobby would take him to their home and explain what was happening.

(Y/n) watched Bobby go before she closed her eyes and breathed through a contraction. Her body shuddered and her nails punctured into Evan's hand, snatching it back so she could pin his arm against her chest and lean further into him to will away the pain.

But her brows furrowed and she looked up at him through breathless pants when she realised he was chuckling against her temple.

"What's so funny?"

"Just that you always give the best presents. I get to share my birthday with all three of my kids, how great is that?"

#evan buckley #imagine #911 imagine #evan buckley x reader #pregnant! reader #evan buckley imagine #buck x reader #buck imagine #maddie buckley han #bobby nash #eddie diaz

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latenightdaydreams · 5 months

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Please do part 2 of Mechanic Konig. I'm begging you!!! Your writing is AMAZING! I have to reread your writing every day because I can't get over it 😩

Thank you!!! I'll be writing a lot more this week, so there will be more! I finally made a part 2!!! I hope you enjoy!!🥰

Mechanic!König x Reader Part 2 (fem)

MDNI🔞

Part 1 here! 🚗

Master List!

>cw: fem/afab, pregnancy, p in v, oral

1.4k word count

You sit in your car holding your newest ultrasound pictures. You made a last-minute appointment to see the doctor assuming you might have the flu, but being a few days late on your cycle the doctor asked for you to take a pregnancy test. Once it came back positive you were sent to the women’s health center for an ultrasound. You’ve been celibate for almost a whole year, other than your random hook up with that mechanic… You let out a long sigh before driving off.

You pull up in front of his shop, putting the ultrasound photos in your purse before stepping out of the car. Walking up to the open garage door, it’s almost like déjà vu. There König is wearing a white shirt and jeans, covered in oil. He looks up and meets your gaze for a split second before he looks down, realizing who he just saw, his head snaps back up.

“Y/n?” König speaks softly as if surprised to actually see you again. The last few weeks you’re all he has been able to think about. He’s been waiting for you to call or show back up and now here you are. His eyes drift down your body, taking in how amazing you look, and back to your eyes.

“Hi, König.” You walk closer into the garage. “Are you busy right now?”

“No,” he gently shakes his head. He closes the hood of the car he was working on and grabs a rag to clean his hands off. “Do you want to go to my car?”

Yes, you think to yourself, but you came here to talk. “No, I think we should talk.”

König tilts his head when you say no. He drops the dirty rag on the bench behind him and he looks at your cleavage again before back to your eyes.

“Is your car running okay?”

“Yes, its fine.”

“So, what is it?” He leans back as his blue eyes keep glossing over your body. All he can think about is how good you felt and looked naked in the back of his car.

“Um, so, I went to the doctors today.” The word doctor piquing his interest. “And she did a few tests on me…” You stall nervously not knowing how to tell him. What if he reacts poorly?

“Are you pregnant?” König asks, hurrying your story along.

“I am,” you nod softly, “I have ultrasound photos.”

“You do?” He perks up. “How far along are you?”

“11 weeks,” you go into your bag and pull out the ultrasound photos.

König quickly steps forward and grabs them from you. His eyes glued to the image of a tiny fetus shown on the ultrasounds. He studies every photo, a flood of emotions rushing through him at this moment. He can’t believe he actually got you pregnant.

“I came to be responsible and tell you. I don’t know what I’m going to do-” he cuts you off.

“I said that I would support the both of you and I meant it.” His eyes meet yours. “I have a big house, I make great money, and you’ll never have to work again Schatzi. You can just focus on raising our baby.”

You don’t say anything as you stand there taking in what he has said. Supporting a whole family is a huge responsibility. You don’t even know him, could you really build a life with him?

“You laid down with me, you let me get you pregnant. Please, let me take care of you. Both of you.” He reaches a hand out and gently caresses your upper arm. His eyes showing genuine intent as they fall to your stomach even though you aren’t even close to showing yet.

“We don’t even know each other…”

“We will learn,” He looks back down at the ultrasound photos in his hand. “Please.”

König runs his large hands over your swollen stomach, softly holding it as his eyes watch your growing breast bouncing. Your nipples have darkened and areolas enlarged. You’ve even been gaining weight, making your thighs and ass bigger. Your changing body is a beautiful sight to behold and it’s changing all because of him. Small moans of pleasure leaving his lips as he watching you eagerly bounce on his cock. Since you entered your second trimester, your hormones have been all over the place making you extremely horny. König is loving every second of it.

“König,” you whimper his name out as you feel yourself getting ready to reach your third orgasm.

“Ja, Liebing, there you go, let it out.”

He moves one of his hands down and begins to rub your sensitive clit with his thumb. He moves in slow focused circles making your legs begin to tremble. You slow down and lean forward slightly, letting out loud moans as your velvety walls flutter around his cock. König takes deep breaths and tries to focus his mind to not cum yet, he knows you aren’t done. Once he feels your body relax, he moves his hand away from your clit.

He gently lifts your body and leans back, grabbing a pillow and putting it under your head before laying you down gently. His eyes roam down your body as he bends down to lick your nipples, softly sucking on them as he feels your fingers comb through his short hair. He lines his cock up with your entrance and pushes himself back into you, mouth still latched to your breast.

“Oh yes, please.” You push his head away so he can sit up. “Fuck me harder.”

König nods his head as his hands wrap around your thick thighs, he pulls your legs apart and back making sure to be careful with your baby bump. König can’t believe how beautiful you look; how tight your cunt feels. He can’t believe how he got so lucky with you.

Your eyes trace the shape of his muscular body, seeing how his muscles flex under the light sheen of sweat covering his body. Your hands gripping the bedsheets as he fills your small cunt completely. You feel euphoric burst of pleasure every time he thrust forward; you clench down on him. König lets out a loud moan in response.

“Meine Liebe, I’m going to cum.” König’s voice cracks as he doesn’t slow his motion. His toes curling and eyes fluttering.

“No, please don’t stop, I’m not done yet.” You pant, feeling your next orgasm just beginning to build.

“Es tut mir Leid,” König chokes out as his hands drop your legs and move up to your full breast and squeezes them. His motion slows as his cock throbs inside of you.

Once he finishes, he pulls out and drops to his stomach, placing his head between your legs. He begins to lick your clit, his tongue flicking back and forth causing you to squirm and moan softly. One hand rest on you stomach as the other pushes two fingers into your cunt full of his cum. Curling his fingers up, he begins to finger you, quickly moving his arm. He tastes the mixture of your creamy cunt and his salty seamen.

“Right there, please don’t stop.” You moan in a whiney tone; König loves to hear it.

He doesn’t stop as his lips wrap around your swollen clit and sucks. His fingers rubbing against your g-spot rapidly as your back arches. Listening to you moan out his name as your squeeze his head between your plump thighs he lets out a satisfied groan into your cunt. Finally, you orgasm, he licks long laps up and down your pussy before pulling his fingers out.

He looks up and smiled at you as you lay there catching your breath. He has an air of arrogance about him, being able to make you cum so many times.

“I’m going to go clean up Liebling, I’ll be back with a towel to clean you too.” König leans in and kisses your belly before standing from the bed and going to the bathroom,

Once he was all clean, he grabbed a towel and began to walk back to you in the bedroom. Once there he sees you fast asleep, cuddling the blanket. König can’t help but to smile. He leaves the towel at the edge of the bed and tries to cover you the best he can without waking you up.

König decides to get dressed and goes to the nursery to continue painting, what he was doing before you ask to be fucked. He opens up the can of paint and pours some in the tray. Getting the roller covered in paint, he begins to cover the last white wall in the room with a pale pink color.

#konig #konig x y/n #konig cod #konig x reader #könig #könig x reader #konig smut #könig smut #könig cod #könig mw2 #konig x you #konig x reader smut #cod konig #könig call of duty #könig x reader smut #könig x y/n #könig x you

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baizhuswifey · 1 month

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My obey me headcanon p2

MC could be in the bathtub and mammon would be sitting on the sink talking and leviathan would be on the toilet with his game not giving a damn

"mammon could you hand me the soap under the sink"......

For some reason demons think every little thing humans do or how they act and maneuver is either really cute weird or scary...the way you walk the way you talk breath

"did you just see mc scratch their butt" "AAAAWH SO CUTTTE"

Humans are usually never running around the devildom and I headcanon everything in the devildom to be much larger and tougher than things in the human world so like if MC is under 5'10 their gonna have to shop in the kids section for clothes

Anytime the brothers need help getting something because it's in a tight space and they can't get it they always get mc or like to do it

Mc and Luke's relationship is like siblings and cousins

MC and Luke Definitely have Disney themed tea parties where they dance (Luke has to stand on MC's feet like that one scene in the princess and the frog with Charlotte when she was dancing with that little kid)and simeon and Solomon cheer them on

Mc teaches the brothers and the side characters dances and songs from the human world

MC and Luke Definitely watch Disney movies together

The only time the brothers can all get along is when they are gossiping "oh my gosh did you hear jenny in third period science got pregnant from mr.thompson and she's refusing to get it aborted and he might go to jail"........."omg she did I heard that he was messing around with the boys on the baseball team"

If mc introduced barbatos to TLC he would be hooked like he loves watching my 600 lb life it's so interesting to him.

If you feel sad or feel like crying the best person to go to is simeon

Mammon would stand behind mc so they could pull out a wedgie

Luke is one of the kids that if he doesn't go to sleep by a certain time he starts to tweak (like muffin from bluey

In certain situations where Luke is tweaking because he's not sleep simeon or Solomon will gladly carry him around like a baby

Simeon is not just Luke's caretaker Luke is his BABY like that's his child he doesn't play about it

Lucifer mammon and leviathan don't act like it but the three of them love each other to the three realms to the stars to the sun and back times a trillion

When Lucifer and leviathan are together (the rare moment they are together by themselves)they get along quiet nicely and leviathan will lay his head on Lucifers shoulder

There's a joke between the 6 younger brother,mc, simeon and Solomon that Lucifer and diavolo are smashing

Belphie is actually a really good artist

Leviathan loves forehead kisses and kisses on the cheek he especially loves when you blow him kisses or his your hand and give it to him

Simeon has a potty mouth (just when Luke isn't around)

When it gets super Windy Luke (mc too if you're under the height of 5'7)has a hard time not flying away (it makes Solomon Simeon and Barbatos cry laugh when they see it because Luke is so small)

If you were horribly sick with something like the flu mammon would be the only brother willing to hold you and get sick with you

Asmodeus wants nothing to do with fem mc if she on her period or sick he won't even call or text.

Solomon finds it funny and hot when making mc upset at himself or others

Diavolo would play cbat while doing the nasty (he thinks it's the most amazing thing ever)

#obey me mammon #barbatos obey me #obey me x reader #obey me oc #leviathan obey me #obey me simeon #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan

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pressureplus · 1 month

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I actually have this request in my head for a while now... but I'm not sure if you be up to do it so thank to let me know if you will do it or not. Fem! Reader who is happily married and live together with Sebastian (when he still human). Until, Sebastian was arrested and sentence to dead. Reader found no long after his dead that she was pregnant. Years later, Sebastian manage to escape Hadal Blacksite probably very injured in the process. He was soon spotted by the kid that look similar to his human self (the kid probably be now close to be a teenager now), as the kid call up their mother. Sebastian was shocked to see his wife come to view.

I'm looking 👀

Love this dramatic shit, I'm SO here for it!

I'm going to be referring to your son as S/N, so y'all can name your boy yourselves! (I'm real interested in the stuff you might choose, so if you wanna put them in the replies, I'd love to see your baby names!)

Smaller Hands

Pairing: Sebastian Solace x Fem!Reader

Au: [Unnamed]

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy, an Absent Father, injury, and Imprisonment

◞꒷◟ ͜ ͜ ◞ྀི◟୨୧◞ྀི◟ ͜ ͜ ◞꒷◟◞꒷◟ ͜ ͜ ◞ྀི◟୨୧◞ྀི◟ ͜ ͜ ◞꒷◟

He had been running a very long time before he got to where he was now.

Escaping the Blacksite was only the beginning of his long, long journey home. He had wrestled himself from the depths of the deep ocean and fought his way all the way up to the light far, far above him.

Breaking through the surface of the water had provided him with a hope he never thought he'd see truly grow into something he could really hold. Sunlight and open air and a horizon that stretched endlessly in every direction... Sebastian hadn't known freedom in over 10 years, but there it was.

The way the natural light caught the glint of his wedding ring had him already tearing through the water with a grin, energy back in his tired body. It certainly wasn't his original ring, no, that one wouldn't fit on his new, much larger hand anymore, but the replacement that he got so he could wear a ring on his hand and not just as a pendant was enough of a visual reminder of his love, sending him treading the water the way this body was made to do. He had to get to his wife.

He had to see his Y/N again. That's always what his efforts were for.

It was days before he even reached a beach, and weeks of dragging himself through the shadows and the alleyways, keeping himself out of sight. He would squint at road maps and try to figure out how he was going to get himself home, not very well able to get on the public transport or drive himself there with a body like this. He had to be more than a little creative with how he was going to cross the countless miles between his lover and himself if he wanted to make it there at all. He'd spend his seemingly endless days hopping trains and swimming rivers just to close the distance faster, like it may wash away the last decade he's had to go without her.

Sebastian could only hope she waited for him, though those chances were next to none. She had been there the day he was 'executed', watching him get taken back to the chair that was supposed to put his story to its end. She has every right and reason to think he died that day, and he could never be angry or upset if she decided she still needed to be held the way his other hands used to hold her... Would these hands even fit her anymore? They'd outgrown his first ring... Would they be too big to hold hers anymore? The painful thought was a reoccurring one, and it plagued every dream he had in the moments he would manage to rest.

He's nearing his old cottage now, beaten and scarred from the long trip home, more than a little bit tired and definitely hungry. He's barely going to make it if he manages to get to the doorstep at all, but more thankful than ever he'd made his home with her outside of the city and out into the woods so he might have a moment to his thoughts. He could very well find her with another man, or he could find a completely new family, or even find nothing but flowers and trees- The life that he made with her could be all but ashes on a breeze that swept this place years ago. She could be a memory and this could all be for nothing just as easily as anything else. He wouldn't even have a right to be angry... He wouldn't even feel a right to cry if she's decided to move on.

"SNAKE MAN! SNAKE MAN!!!"

He's shaken from his pondering by an unfamiliar voice, a starry eyed child fumbling out of the bushes like a little animal.

He nearly panics and flees before the brave, feral little boy reaches out for his hand and looks up at him like something right out of a story book- Which, he supposed may be fair given the way that he looks now.

"Are you a forest monster!? Do you grant wishes and eat people and stuff?!" It's clear the boy doesn't know fear, young and small still, with new eyes... But familiar ones.

Sebastian's heart drops into his stomach when he begins to recognize the thick, dark hair and deep brown eyes. This boy is the spitting image of the way he looked when he was around 10 or 11... It's like he's been pulled right from Sebastian's old childhood photos.

Too dumbfounded to speak, Sebastian stands there, every muscle in his body tense while his eyes flick around the boy's face trying to figure out how this could be.

"S/N! What are you doing talking to strangers, you were supposed to be at least playing in the yard and not the woods before the sun started setting." Y/N rounds the trees with a stubborn look on her face and immediately freezes when her gaze meets Sebastian's.

The air is knocked out of the both of them, leaving them only able to stare, and he notes the way she's remained nearly the same as the day that he was forced to leave her behind. Like a flower that never wilts, she stands as beautiful and as amazing as she was when he had first met her. Frozen with an expression he can't place, she makes no motion to do anything at all. The larger man acts first at the realization she must be frightened of him, going to put his two unheld hands up and open his mouth to explain himself-

"You said not to talk to strangers, this is CLEARLY a forest monster." Little S/N beats both of them to the punch and confirms to Sebastian all at once that his attitude is as strong in his blood as that unruly dark hair is.

"Heed your mother, would you? I could very well eat you." Sebastian ushers the child forward with a playful threat, the boy in reference pouting and looking back up at him.

"Come on, I'm only out a little bit late! It's not dark yet! Monsters only eat people in the dark." The boy argues, unfamiliar with the idea of real danger, it seems, but certain of himself the way only children really can be.

"Sebastian I can't believe it... Is it you? Am I losing my mind?" Putting the scolding and corrections on her son's statements off for a better time, Y/N looks up at the mutated form of her lover, hoping she might be right. When Y/N speaks, it's soft and uncertain, a hand going to rest on her child's shoulder so as not to lose him while she's distracted.

"You recognize me?" His heart practically jumps into his throat and he struggles to cope with how quickly she's guessed it was him.

"If not for the way one soul knows another, then for your voice and... Our ring." Unafraid just as well, she walks right up to the towering creature and brings her hand up to the necklace it's strung onto around his neck.

"Am I too late?" Sebastian asks, still scared.

"You're late, but never too much. You had better come home now though." She gets firm near the end and he laughs, melting.

"Awe that's no fair! I'm in trouble for being a few minutes late and he gets to be gone forever!" The boy whines and Y/N seems to laugh when she ruffles his hair.

"You can be out of trouble because it's a special day. Now, let's go home and get you to bed." Y/N's eyes stray back up to her husband, the fondness that was there in those beautiful eyes he fell in love with was something that had grown blurry and hard to recall until now. The way her gaze rested on him so softly brought him back like he'd never left in the first place.

"I think I have some things to talk about with your monster, here." She smiles at him and goes to slide her hand into his, the cold feeling against his palm of her own ring -the matching one to his from the promise that they'd made at that altar a long time ago- made him feel warm again, and made him feel alive.

"Yes, I've got a lot of things I've been waiting to tell her for these years we've spent apart."

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https-milo · 2 months

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DABI INSTA PLLSSS

yeah ok guys I hear you

DATING DABI INSTAGRAM !!

details!

instagram posts w/ comments while dating dabi!

a/n OBVIOUSLY these are just pictures off of interest, reader can be however you imagine !

(guys im going to be so honest, I haven't really watched MHA past like season four so ermmmm yeah!) (this one was actually kinda cute, like I wanna make a spinoff oneshot :(( )

main m. list / instagram m. list

blah.blah.y/n · 71w

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liked by: himiko.v4mp, tomura.shig, twicenottwice

blah.blah.y/n he said "I can do this without a lighter" but I didn't want our apartment to burn down <3

dabi wow you have no faith in me. kinda thought you loved me.

blah.blah.y/n dabi yapper, yapper. you know I love you, I just don't love paying for repairs xo

himiko.v4mp good call!! :33

blah.blah.y/n himiko.v4mp thank youuu!! <333

tomura.shig euh you two make me sick.

dabi tomura.shig watch it.

dabi · 67w

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liked by: himiko.v4mp, twicenottwice, stainismyidol, compressed.marbles

dabi look what her psycho ass got me

tagged: blah.blah.y/n

blah.blah.y/n literally be quiet. you love that shirt and mug.

dabi blah.blah.y/n doesn't change the fact you're crazy.

blah.blah.y/n dabi crazy about you 😽😽😽

tomura.shig kay why ess

blah.blah.y/n tomura.shig someones a little jellyyyyy

blah.blah.y/n · 65w

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liked by: tomura.shig, himiko.v4mp, big.sis.magne, twicenottwice

blah.blah.y/n my sister trusted us with watching my nephew. safe so say she picked the right people :,) <3

tagged: dabi

dabi i've never been caught lacking like this.

blah.blah.y/n dabi yap yap yap. you look so cute

offical.hawks blah.blah.y/n yeah dabi, you look soooo cute

dabi offical.hawks actually kys, birdbrain

offical.hawks dabi only if you'll help me

blah.blah.y/n offical.hawks GET YOUR OWN MAN YOU BITCH.

himiko.v4mp you guys should have one ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

dabi himiko.v4mp dont give her ideas.

blah.blah.y/n dabi rude. but as much as I would want one, neither of us are home enough to take care of a baby + ur job would make it dangerous

dabi · 60w

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dabi after a really long, long talk with y/n and shig, I've decided to leave the LoV. It's been fun and, even if I hate to say it, I'll miss you guys. In other news, my girl is pregnant so yay

tagged: blah.blah.y/n

blah.blah.y/n :( ilysm you dont know how much I appreciate you

tomura.shig whatever. be safe and let me see the baby when it's born.

blah.blah.y/n tomura.shig AWWWW I ALWAYS KNEW YOU CARED!

tomura.shig blah.blah.y/n shut up.

himiko.v4mp we're gonna miss you patchwork :((( I wish you and y/n well!! (I better be the godmother)

dabi himiko.v4mp ill miss you too shit head

blah.blah.y/n himiko.v4mp obviously youre the godmother!! my fave future auntie <33

big.sis.magne take care of yourself. don't let y/n do too much work, you brat.

dabi big.sis.magne yeah, yeah. I hear you.

s.todoroki um????

blah.blah.y/n s.todoroki unc shoto 🙏🙏

fuyumi.todo how is touya the first to have kids.

dabi fuyumi.todo tf is that supposed to mean.

n.todoroki IM GOING TO BE AN UNCLEEEE you better be treating y/n well 😤😤😤

blah.blah.y/n n.todoroki dw natsuo, i keep my man in check !!

blah.blah.y/n · 2w

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blah.blah.y/n its been a while!! me, touya, and our precious boy are doing better than ever <3 thank you guys so much for all the support this past year and so. Even if he won't say it, touya is grateful. (p.s. you guys don't always need to spoil our son)

tagged: touya.todo

touya.todo sappy on main

blah.blah.y/n touya.todo 🤩 shut the fuck up 🤩

himiko.v4mp anything for our angels!! (+ touya)

touya.todo himiko.v4mp everytime we interact, i get the urge to relapse my killing sobriety

fuyumi.todo ahhh im so glad you guys are doing well!! i love you three 💕💕

s.todoroki did you guys get the packages I sent?

blah.blah.y/n s.todoroki yes sho, all 5 of them

tomura.shig good to see you guys alive and well.

blah.blah.y/n tomura.shig stfu, come visit your nephew

tomura.shig blah.blah.y/n ...coming

rei.himura my beautiful son with my amazing daughter-in-law and my adorable grandson... i hope you guys will visit me someday

touya.todo rei.himura of course ma

blah.blah.y/n rei.himura we'd love to! Our baby would love to meet his grandma <333

Thank you so much for reading <3

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avatar-anna · 1 year

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I was thinking you could do a “5 times y/n told Harry she was pregnant” for the young!dad series !! That would be so interesting especially since in the last piece you mentioned that Harry already had a feeling she was pregnant before she even told him

The Thing About Having Six Kids

so i got this ask and a couple others that were kind of about the kids' birth/pregnancy a while ago, and went with five different instances about each kid in the youngdadrry universe. it's all surrounding their birth, finding out about pregnancies, etc. enjoy!

Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader

Simone

(a text conversation between Harry and Y/n)

Y/n: i'm pregnant

(one day later)

Y/n: Harry?

Harry: Are you sure?

Y/n: i'm sure

Y/n: i have four different pregnancy tests to prove it

Harry: I don't know what to say.

Y/n: the 24 hours it took you to respond kind of told me that

Harry: I'm sorry about that. It's just...a lot

Y/n: it's fine i guess. at least you finally responded.

Harry: Did you think I wouldn't?

Y/n: honestly? yeah. it's not like we're married or in love or anything. you don't even live in the same country as me

Harry: What are you going to do?

Harry: I know but I wouldn't just like disappear on you

Harry: I was just shocked that's all

Y/n: idk. i'm still trying to figure out a way to tell my parents

Harry: Shit my parents!

Y/n: that's kinda where i'm at right now

Y/n: but i think i want to keep it

Y/n: the baby

Y/n: fuck that sounds crazy to say. i have physics homework due tomorrow but let me stop and make a life altering decision really quick about whether i want to have a baby or not

Harry: I'm sorry. You know...

Y/n: for getting me pregnant? knocking me up? putting a bun in the oven?

Harry: It seems too early to joke about this

Y/n: it's keeping me from freaking the fuck out at the moment

(ten minutes later)

Harry: I want to talk about this properly and figure this whole thing out but I have to go

Y/n: please don't feel obligated or anything. this was just a courtesy

Y/n: i don't expect anything from you. i get it if your management wants you to delete my number and never see me again. i just thought you should know.

Harry: What are you talking about?

Harry: Y/n?

3 missed calls from Him <3

Collette

"Let's have another baby."

Y/n was close to nodding off, so it was very possible that she was dreaming. She looked behind her. It was dark in the bedroom, but Harry was close enough that she could see him, could see that his head was propped on his elbow so he could look down at her.

"What did you say?" she asked, because she needed to be sure.

"I...I want another baby," he said, voice soft even though they were the only two people in the room. Simone was fast asleep in her own bedroom, tuckered out after a long day of playing at the park and eating ice cream and fingerpainting with Harry. Now that One Direction was officially on hiatus, it was just the three of them—Y/n, Harry, and Simone. Y/n thought it would take some getting used to, living a relatively normal life. But their little family actually fell into it quite easily.

Perhaps a little too easily.

"Say something."

Y/n hadn't realized she failed to respond, but to be fair, that was a pretty big bomb her husband just dropped. Her husband. They'd been married for a few months now, but it still felt surreal, which was probably why the idea of having another baby felt too far from reality to comprehend.

"I just...I don't know what to say," Y/n said honestly. "I—I'm not sure we're ready for that."

"We weren't ready the first time," Harry said when Y/n finally flipped on her other side to face him. This seemed like a conversation he really wanted to have, so she thought facing him would probably be best. "I just think this might be the time, you know? I don't have an insane schedule anymore, there's no more management to say that we can't, and I've always thought about giving Simone a sibling. Don't tell me you've never thought about it."

"I...I have," Y/n said.

She did think about more kids. As young as she and Harry were and as impossible as their relationship seemed at times, Y/n couldn't help but think about wanting more. She loved Harry, and she'd been loving these moments they'd been able to share as a proper family recently. Harry was right, if they wanted to have another baby, now would be the time.

"Tell me what you're thinking," he said as she felt more than saw his hand push some hair away from her face.

"What happens when you start working again?" Y/n asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I know you, H," she said. "And I love you. Everything about you. And one of the parts that make you who you are is the music. This...this little bubble we're in, I love it too, but I know you'll want to go back to it someday. And then you'll go on tour for ten months, and I'll be alone to raise two kids by myself for a majority of the year."

It was harsh, but she trusted him enough to take it. This was the thought that always held her back. Y/n thought about the possibility of expanding their family on more than one occasion, especially in recent weeks when things have been practically perfect. But the reality was that Harry would want to go back to work. She knew, maybe better than anyone, the desire he had to make his own music, to create and write in ways he couldn't while in the band. And perform. Harry loved to perform live. Y/n knew that this time spent with just their family was fleeting, and she cherished every minute of it, the same way she knew Harry did. It was only a matter of time before he went back to work, and she wasn't sure she could raise Simone and a newborn without him.

"That's...That's all over now," Harry said. When Y/n tried to protest, he continued on. "What I meant to say was, the ridiculous schedules, the strict rules about when we can and can't spend time together, the separate hotel rooms. Mama, things can be different now."

"But management—"

"I bought out my contract," he said. "I haven't really given it much thought in a while because I just want to be present with you and Simone, but I've got a few people in mind for new managers. People who will prioritize our family."

This was certainly news to Y/n. It was hard to talk about Harry's management or the harsh thumb they pinned him under, so oftentimes it was a topic they avoided. Hearing him say this now, knowing how much money it would've taken to buy out his contract...that was a huge deal. As far as she knew, the other boys were just sticking with it until the contracts were finished. But Harry went and did what Y/n didn't even think was possible.

"Our family," Y/n repeated, and for a moment, she could see it. The three of them becoming four. It was crazy to think about, to think so far ahead into the future, but Y/n wasn't scared by it.

"Let's have another baby," Harry said again.

Looking at him, Y/n's heart squeezed in her chest. He'd been growing his hair out for a while now, and it was long enough that it reached just passed his shoulders. She loved it, thought it made him look older, more mature. And okay, hot. And Simone loved it too. She loved braiding it and putting bows and flowers in it or just twisting it around her finger. His shoulders were broad and lean, though he'd put on a little muscle in his arms from doing handiwork around the house, something he claimed he loved to do even though Y/n had heard him curse from another room while he worked on his latest project.

She looked at his face, the one that looked so different yet so similar to the one she'd met when she was seventeen. She wondered what those teenagers would think of the people they'd become, of the things they'd seen and experienced.

She thought about it. The baby-to-be. It would have Harry's eyes and smile, her nose and hair color. If it was a girl, she could wear matching outfits with Simone, if it was a boy...Well, they could maybe still match. Y/n thought about all the baby clothes—the adorable little onesies and shoes and mittens to keep the baby from scratching their face while they slept. She didn't let herself think of the late nights and sore boobs and dirty diapers. In this moment, she just thought about all the good feelings, every perfect moment that could be.

"You promise things will be different? I can't—I can't do it alone," she said, needing to hear him say it again.

Harry didn't try to kiss her, he didn't put his hands on her waist or pull her to his chest—all tactics he would normally use to distract her. This conversation was too serious, too important, and she loved him all the more for understanding that.

"I promise, Y/n," he said, taking her hand in his and squeezing it. "I will never make you regret living this life with me."

"That's not what I—"

"I know, but I just...I needed to say it."

He needed to make that promise to her, to himself. Life had not been easy, and Y/n knew Harry blamed himself for a lot of the hardships they faced.

"I don't," she said, kissing their joined hands. "And I won't. Ever. "

Harry grinned, and Y/n could tell even in the dark that his gaze was a little watery. Still, he inched forward and said, "So...?"

Y/n leaned forward and kissed him, her leg slotting between his. "Let's have another baby."

Maeve and Jules

"I'm sorry, did you just say twins?"

"I did. I'm seeing two heartbeats here. See?" The doctor said, pointing at the monitor she'd been observing closely the last five minutes.

Y/n couldn't quite believe what she was hearing. It was one thing to be pregnant (again), but an entirely different one to be pregnant with twins. "That's—"

"Amazing," Harry breathed.

Y/n turned her head away from the monitor to look at her husband, whose eyes were glued to the screen with a look of wonder in them. As she'd begun to process her own feelings about housing not one but two babies in her belly for nine months, she hadn't really considered how he might feel about it.

Looking at him now, she could tell he was ecstatic.

Y/n was still panicking a little, but seeing the elation on Harry's face was comforting. She took his hand in hers and squeezed it hard, needing to feel the warmth of his palm to ground her.

"Hey," he said softly, bending down to kiss the top of her head. "This is a good thing. Unexpected, but good."

"I know," Y/n said, letting out a shaky breath. "I know it's just...a lot. I mean...twins?"

"Nothing we can't handle," Harry said, kissing her cheek.

His confidence was reassuring. Maybe he was freaking out on the inside and not letting it show for her sake, but Y/n felt better about the situation at hand and was ready to continue with the appointment.

To the doctor, she said, "Are they healthy?"

The doctor smiled warmly. "They are. It looks like one of them is about a week behind, but that's nothing to worry about."

"Really? They're twins. That doesn't seem possible," Harry said, his brow furrowing adorably.

"It's rare, but it is possible. Fraternal twins can be conceived as much as twenty-four days apart," the doctor said.

Y/n understood perhaps a split-second before Harry, but when he did, he turned as beet red as she felt. The doctor didn't seem to mind their embarrassment, though she'd probably seen all sorts of couples and situations. Y/n imagined there wasn't much that the doctor hadn't seen before.

The appointment wrapped up pretty quickly after that. Harry snuck out of the hospital through a separate door while Y/n set up her next appointment. She met him in the staff parking lot, where he was standing by the passenger door to help her in. Harry gave her a quick kiss before closing her in and walking around to the driver's side. As he drove, Y/n was thinking about a number of things—twice the amount of clothes, twice the amount of crying, twice the amount of diaper changes. She was excited at the prospect of having a baby. It was a conversation she and Harry had before they started trying, but the idea of twins was a lot to wrap her head around.

She looked at Harry, wanting to ask how he felt now that they were alone, but she stopped herself.

Harry had one hand on the steering wheel, the other covering a wide grin. He was blushing a little too, and Y/n couldn't help but ask what had him smiling like an idiot.

"I'm trying to figure out which times," he said.

"What do you mean which—Are you kidding? Which times we conceived the twins?"

"Aren't you curious?" Harry asked. "Twice, babe. I put a baby in you twice. I mean, one of them had to be when we were on the yacht, right? I always feel good after we have sex, but I feel like we really outdid ourselves there. Clearly."

Y/n just looked at her husband in shock. "You are..."

"What? It's cool!" Harry insisted, but he was laughing too. "And it takes the edge off a little. Come on, you try."

So he was more nervous than he was letting on. That was comforting in its own way too, but Y/n appreciated his attempts to lighten the mood. They could have a serious conversation later, but for now it was fun to just forget all of that. Just for a moment.

Y/n gave him a dry look, trying to appear like she wasn't impressed until she eventually rolled her eyes and smiled. "Mm...I agree with the yacht, and...when you came back from London."

"Really?" Harry asked, more curious than surprised.

"Yeah," Y/n said with a little sigh as she remembered the night in question. "That was a good night."

It was one of those rare occurrences where Simone was in her own bed and Collette managed to sleep for more than a couple hours. They'd spent the whole night catching up and giggling like idiots and kissing and enjoying the pleasure of being truly alone with each other. Y/n loved those moments with Harry, where everything was just so simple and easy and it was just them having a little fun. They definitely should've been catching up on sleep while they could, but neither of them wanted to, so they stayed up with tired smiles and slurred movements until they heard Collette's cries through the baby monitor.

"It was. We should do that again sometime," Harry said. Taking Y/n's hand, he kissed the tops of her knuckles.

"You just want to go for triplets," Y/n teased, even though she knew that wasn't what he meant.

"I'm not that crazy," he said, but his smile told her he was thinking about the possibility. Maybe just a little. "I'm excited for this."

"Yeah? What do you think? Boys? Girls? A boy and a girl?"

Harry shrugged. "Our track record would suggest girls, but..."

"You never know," Y/n finished for him.

Geneva

"We have some pretty big news to share."

Once a month, the Styles family held a Zoom call with their friends and family who were scattered across the globe. Since lockdown began, there was a lot of adjusting—online school, not being able to go to the park to play, being at home all day. It was a lot for everyone, but Harry and Y/n did their best to make the adjustments smoother. And when they needed a break, they set up the monthly Zoom calls.

They were mostly just to catch up. Once all the children went to sleep, Harry and Y/n stayed up late talking to other adults about everything and nothing, maybe even played a different drinking game or two to round out the night before they went back to being parents. Tonight was a special night, though.

Multiple faces looked at Harry and Y/n expectantly through their computer screen. Both of them were sporting big smiles as Y/n leaned on Harry's side, one of his older sweatshirts covering her body and the almost imperceptible bump that was beginning to show now. Today was the first day she'd begun to show, and Harry nearly lost his mind with excitement. Finding out Y/n was pregnant had been somewhat of a surprise, but when she told him, he was over the moon. He's started to suspect, having recognized some of his wife's symptoms by now, but they'd been waiting for the right time to tell their families and friends, and tonight was the night.

"What's going on, darling?" Anne asked.

Neither Harry nor Y/n could barely contain their excitement, which probably gave away the news before they actually said anything. However, in their own eagerness to share the news, neither of them saw a few people on the call sporting knowing looks.

"We're having a baby!"

Cheers went all around as everyone congratulated the couple. Questions were asked about due dates and how far along they were and what they were going to do about the lockdown situation. Everything was just as Harry had hoped it would be.

And then things took an interesting turn.

"Who won?" Jeff asked.

"Won? What do you mean—"

"If my math is correct, which I'm pretty sure it is, I believe it goes to Gem," Sarah said, looking down at her phone. "She went with three and a half months. Glenne narrowly missed with three. No one had four so it goes to Gemma."

A collective groan went throughout the Zoom, leaving Harry and Y/n very confused.

"Did you place bets on us?" Y/n asked, sounding more astonished than offended.

"When lockdown became permanent, we knew it was a matter of when not if we would be getting the announcement," Jeff explained. "Someone has a physical copy of the pool somewhere."

"And all of you did this? Mum?" Harry said, brows raised higher than Y/n had ever seen them. When Anne nodded sheepishly, Y/n had to stifle a laugh. "So none of you were surprised?"

"I love you, dear, and I'm so so happy for you, but since you were seventeen, anytime you've come to me with big news, it's been about having a baby. For my own sanity, I've just come to expect it."

Harry looked down at Y/n, who was grinning behind her hand. For her husband's sake, her gaze softened as she reached up to kiss his cheek. "I mean, they have a point. Even you guessed it before I told you."

As the shock finally wore off, Harry smiled. He supposed it wasn't the worst thing in the world. So, he and Y/n were predictable, even though they hadn't really been trying this time around. They were in love and had a lot more time together currently. Things were finally back on track for them and their relationship troubles seemed behind them now. They were happy, and as long as his family was happy, some light teasing and bet placing seemed harmless.

He did pin everyone on the screen with a mock glare before moving on, though. "You guys made a whole pool. Really?"

"Yeah. Can you believe Jeff thought it would take eight months for you to get pregnant?"

"It was for the adjustment to lockdown period!"

"Eight months?"

And on and on it went. Harry just smiled and rested his hand over Y/n's belly, thinking about how much it would grow in just a few short weeks.

Natalia

"I want Mommy!"

Harry sighed and pulled his only son into his lap, pushing the curls away from his face and wiping the tears from his cheeks. "I know you do, JuJu."

Harry and the kids were waiting to hear from Y/n's mother, but he hadn't gotten so much as a text. He was anxious, worried that something was wrong, but Julian's crying served as a good distraction for the time being.

Julian continued to cry, still not understanding why he couldn't see his mother when he'd become so used to seeing her everyday. Harry would've been with Y/n had it not been for the little boy's crying, and he made the split-second decision to stay home while Y/n delivered the baby with her mother as support. He'd never missed any of his children's births, but for this, he could stay behind.

"She'll be back soon, bubba, I promise," Harry said, kissing Julian's cheeks and holding him close. "Should we go play with your Lego set? I know you've been excited to build it. Maybe we can build something to show Mummy when she gets home."

Julian shook his head and continued to cry into Harry's neck. Realizing his son was content to be miserable, Harry didn't ask again. He sat with Jules for a while, holding the boy to his chest and running a hand through his hair until his sobs turned into sniffles, and the sniffles into long, slow breaths. He waited a few extra minutes before taking Julian up to his room and setting him on his bed, making sure to place his favorite stuffed animal in his arms before leaving him to sleep off his troubles. As he walked away, Harry sort of wished he could do the same.

Every birth had been different. When Y/n had Simone, it hadn't been extraordinarily long, but it was extraordinarily stressful due to their young age. Collette was a fairly quick birth, perhaps a little too quick, seeing as Y/n barely made it to a hospital bed before the baby started crowning. The twins came early, which was apparently common for twins, but that didn't make it any less surprising to Harry and Y/n, especially because Harry was at the grocery store and Y/n was at the park with Simone and Collette and a nanny who was also there had to call an ambulance. Even still, Geneva's birth was probably the scariest, only because of all the rules and regulations brought on by Covid. Y/n's mother quarantined for two weeks so she could stay at the house while Harry and Y/n went to the hospital, as Y/n could only have one person in the room with her.

And now a year later, they were doing it all over again. Harry had been confident that this birth would go off without a hitch, that everything would be just fine, but the lack of word from his wife or mother-in-law made him nervous.

Later that day, Harry was still waiting. He'd gotten a text from Y/n's mother, which let him know that Y/n still wasn't ready to push but that they were getting close. That was an hour ago, and Harry had to believe that it was all happening now.

And he was missing it.

He knew being here with the rest of his children was important. That they were worried about their mother and probably found Harry's presence comforting. He just wished they could all be there in the waiting room instead of at home and fifteen minutes from the hospital. The not-knowing was killing him, and he was pretty sure his kids could sense it.

"Daddy?"

Harry's eyes flicked to where Collette was standing in the doorway of his bedroom. She was in her pajamas, a shirt and matching pair of bottoms with her favorite cartoon on them. Harry had been pacing around his room, his phone gripped tightly in his hand as he waited for someone to call him, but seeing his second daughter standing there, squinting at the light from his bedside table lamp told him he was up a little later than normal.

"Hi, peanut. What are you doing out of bed?" he asked.

Collette shrugged, her hair catching the light. She wiped at her nose and stepped further into the room until she stood in front of him. "Mommy always braids my hair before I go to sleep."

"She does, doesn't she?" Harry agreed. "She's kind of the best, huh?"

Nodding, Collette turned toward his bed and climbed up on it, looking at him expectantly. Even after having four daughters, Harry wasn't an expert at braiding hair. The girls always went to Y/n before school, and she did each of their braids or ponytails or pigtails happily. Harry always made sure to watch with a keen eye, and practiced on Y/n when she let him. He supposed now it was time to put all his practice to work.

The braiding didn't take long, and Harry didn't do half bad, in his humble opinion. Collette was just going to sleep in it anyway, so he wasn't too bummed by the few loose strands that he'd somehow missed.

He'd finished rather quickly, though Collette didn't slide off the bed to go back to her room. In fact, she nestled under the covers on Y/n's side of the bed, mumbling, "Night Daddy," before falling asleep. Harry didn't really mind. It wasn't the first time one of the kids stayed in his and Y/n's bed, and tonight, he figured he could use some company.

What he wasn't expecting was all of his children to stumble into his room. First it was Maeve, then Jules, then Simone, and finally Harry went to get Geneva, just so it was a proper sleepover. No one fought for space—which was a first. All the kids just found their spot and went back to sleep as if they were in their own rooms. Harry resisted the urge to take a picture so as not to wake anyone up with the flash of his phone's camera.

He hadn't planned on falling asleep. One moment he'd been watching a football game with the volume off, and the next he was blinking his eyes open as the sun began to stream in through the curtains. All of his little ones were still fast asleep, though Harry knew that would change soon. Maeve and Simone woke up early to watch morning cartoons, and Geneva would want her bottle within the hour.

Harry began to shuffle around and prepare for the usual morning routine—brush teeth, ok prepare the bottle, make breakfast for the early risers—when his phone rang. Startled, Harry rushed over to where his phone was plugged in, a huge grin splitting his face when he realized it was a video call from Y/n.

"Hi," Harry whispered, careful not to wake anyone up. "How are you? How's the baby? Is everything—"

"I'm fine, H. Everything's fine. Everything's perfect," Y/n said, a sleepy smile on her face.

Hearing that helped his heart stop racing, but only a little, as excitement flooded his veins. Y/n called him, which could only mean that—

"Wanna meet your daughter?" Y/n said, and even through the phone, Harry could see tears line her eyes.

Harry nodded, too overwhelmed with love and anticipation to form words. Quickly, he found an unoccupied spot on his bed and carefully sat down.

Y/n passed the phone to her mother who angled the phone so that Harry could see the baby, whose face was just barely visible through a pink blanket. He immediately felt tears well in his eyes, his throat going dry as he looked down at his daughter. Even through the phone, he felt every emotion he'd ever experienced when meeting his children for the first time. It was the most unique experience, Harry always thought. He'd seen and done so much, yet he still thought there was nothing like looking down at his newborn baby for the first time.

"Is that baby sister?"

Harry looked behind him to find Julian peering over his shoulder. Jules looked at the sleeping baby curiously, taking in his sister's little nose and tiny fingers and pouted lips. Then, he said, "Is Mommy there too?"

The camera panned up to Y/n, who was smiling and blowing kisses to Julian. "Hi JuJu, my love. I've missed you!"

"Mommy!"

"Mommy?"

"Mommy's home?"

Now everyone was up and crowding around Harry, taking turns talking to Y/n and baby sister, who had yet to be given a name. No one seemed to mind, though. If anything, they were more concerned about when Y/n and the baby would be coming home so they could have a party.

"Soon, my loves. The doctor wants me and the baby to stay one more night to make sure we're healthy. You think you can be good for Daddy?"

There was a chorus of yeses before everyone said their goodbyes, the novelty of a new baby sister wearing off when there were cartoons to be watched downstairs. Harry kept Y/n on the phone while he got Geneva's bottle ready, wanting to stay on the phone as long as possible.

"I know you must be tired," Harry said an hour later. He was in GiGi's nursery and watching her toddle around and play with her toys while talking to his wife.

"I'll hang up soon. I want you to get as much screen time as possible before I go," she said, turning the camera to where the baby was sleeping in the bassinet beside her hospital bed.

"Have you given her a name yet?" he asked.

Y/n shook her head. "I know we decided on one, but I wanted you to be with me when I said it for the first time."

"I love you," Harry said as his heart melted to mush.

"I love you too," Y/n said. She lifted the baby out of the bassinet, cradling her head with the expertise of someone who'd done it for years. Looking at Harry through the phone she said, "You wanna do the honors?"

Laughing out of pure bliss, he nodded. With all the tenderness and care he would've used if he'd been there in person, he said, "Welcome to this crazy, crazy world, Natalia Styles."

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therealcocoshady · 28 days

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Could you make a one shot where Marshall x Reader have been dating for almost 2 years, they start talking about kids and the thought of reader pregnant is a big turn on for him.

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Baby talk

You were the first one to be surprised when you felt it. The desire to have kids. You had never been a kid person. You had always found these tiny humans to be terribly underwhelming. To be fair, you didn’t hate them. But you never really understood what all the fuss surrounding babies was. Puppies ? Yes. Kittens ? Absolutely. Human babies ? Meh. When you were a kid yourself, you didn’t show an interest in babies and, as far as you could remember, you had never really enjoyed playing with dolls. And growing up, you hadn’t shown more of an interest in the topic of motherhood. Older people had told you you’d change your mind and eventually come to want kids of your own but you doubted it. When you became an adult and got into serious relationships, you had that talk with your partners and you told them you didn’t want to have children. You enjoyed your free time, being able to sleep until noon if you wanted to, the possibility of spending money on silly things like an impromptu girls trip to Vegas or a new handbag instead of diapers and an overpriced daycare. In your mind, it was clear that you weren’t meant to be a mother. You did have a lot of love and admiration for parents around you, but you didn’t envy them. So you built a child free life that was absolutely wonderful. Sure, it hurt a bit when your previous partner ended up breaking up with you because he changed his mind about kids and you didn’t. But you understood his decision and knew it was the right thing to do, rather than forcing yourself to have kids when you did not have any actual desire for it. You didn’t want to force yourself to live a life that did not resemble you, taking the risk of one day resenting the children you never wanted to raise in the first place. It all worked out in the end : your ex went on to marry a woman who, from what you heard, was wonderful and have a kid with her, and you ended up meeting the love of your life.

Marshall was everything you hoped to find in a partner. He was kind, funny, thoughtful, knowledgeable on a lot of subjects and handsome. Yes, he was older than you, but he was definitely young at heart. If anything, you benefited from his experience in life. Also, him being older and having three grown-up children meant that he was « done with all of that », which was a relief. The feeling was mutual, his lack of desire for more kids having caused a couple of breakups for him as well. But just because the two of you decided not to have babies didn’t mean you didn’t have your hands full with them. Marshall was a loving uncle to his brother’s three kids and you were entering that stage of your life where all your friends were starting families. So whether it was a birthday party, a basketball game, a recital or a baby shower… you had your share of kid-related activities. You liked it though. More than you ever thought you would. Marshall being very family-oriented, he loved that you were involved with his family. Together, you built a perfect life. You had all the fun that came with being around kids, without the obligations. You were the fun aunt and uncle, who enjoyed spoiling other people’s kids rotten and playing with them, before happily handing them back to their parents and letting them handle the sugar crash and the noise caused by the toys you bought them. You thought you’d spend the rest of your life just like this, perfectly content, enjoying a peaceful existence with your boyfriend, with whom you would eventually grow old.

But then, without seeing it coming, you found yourself thinking about it. Wondering how you would look like with a baby bump. Pregnant ladies had always looked like aliens to you, but you started thinking you’d actually be cute, carrying a little baby. Marshall’s baby. A baby with the cutest nose, pouty lips and the most beautiful blue eyes. The thought of a baby that would be part you part Marshall had your heart melt. And you knew he’d be such a good baby daddy, too. Obviously, he had raised three amazing daughters he was very proud of, but he was also amazing with other people’s children. He was his nephews’ favorite person in the world and he was so great with your friends’ babies. So you found yourself thinking that, if you got accidentally pregnant, it wouldn’t be the worst thing on earth. Sure, it would be inconvenient, but maybe you’d keep it. Not that it would ever happen anyway, since you were more than diligent with birth control. Then, it turned into thinking about what your life would actually look like with a little one. And you figured that, what you would have found dreadful years ago, maybe wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe you’d crush it as a soccer mom. Maybe there was actually something beautiful in having kids with someone you love, teaching them stuff and watching them grow up.

Then, one day, it hit you like a ton of bricks. You actually wanted to have kids. With Marshall. You were at the store, doing your weekly shopping. How you ended up in the baby aisle, you weren’t sure. But you found yourself mesmerized by the tiny items of clothing. Eventually, you came to your senses and mentally slapped yourself. You were with a man in his fifties, who already had his kids and did not want more. Now was not the time to change your mind. As if to imprint the thought in your brain, you went and stocked on condoms, buying a fuckton of them. The cashier even threw you a weird glance. You probably looked like you were doing a comparative study, getting a bit of everything from ribbed ones to flavored ones. Marshall chuckled when he saw them in the bag.

That’s a lot of condoms, he chortled.

Yeah, there was some kind of sale, you lied.

He shrugged it off and promised to put them to good use. You knew he would make good on his word and figured you just needed to have that silly idea banged out of your system. Except that it didn’t work. You went a few months without talking to him about it. But the more time went on, the more you realized you really wanted a baby with this man. You still liked the idea of having a flexible schedule and 9 hours of sleep a night. But you didn’t love it as much as you loved the idea of carrying this man’s offspring. And the more time went on, the harder it was not to talk to him about it. You dreaded this, though. Because you’d been on the receiving end of that conversation. Of not wanting kids and having someone you loved tell you that they wanted to start a family with you, and having to disappoint them and see the heartbreak in their eyes. So you put it off as long as you could. Until one evening, you weren’t able to hold yourself.

I think I want a baby, you blurted out when you walked in the kitchen while Marshall was cooking dinner.

You think you want what, baby ? He asked as he turned to you. Sorry, I didn’t hear you over the noise of that kitchen fan.

No, I said I-I think I want a baby, you repeated nervously.

You think you want a baby ? He repeated carefully.

I mean… yeah, you simply said.

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. Clearly, you were taking him by surprise. He turned off the fan and the kitchen stove, before walking to you.

That’s new, he said matter-of-factly.

Kind of, you admitted. I mean… I’ve been thinking about it for some time now.

So you don’t think you to have want a baby. You know you want to have one, he pointed out.

Y-yeah. I’m sorry, you mumbled as you looked down.

For how long have you thought about it ? He asked.

I’m not sure, you admitted. Does it matter ?

I thought you didn’t want to be a mom, he said. That you were perfectly happy with being an aunt. That it was the best of both worlds. That’s what you said.

I know, you replied. And I meant it. I’m as surprised as you are, really. But then I thought about how I’d react if I got pregnant. And I realized I wouldn’t mind that. Having a baby that’s part you and part me.

Oh wow, he said as he scratched the back of his head.

Yeah, you hummed. And I thought it was just something random and that I’d forget about it. But I can’t. And it’s been months now, and I think you have great genes and that our baby would be really cute. And Target has the most adorable baby clothes and I know condoms are cheaper than a college education but there were little bunnies on the pajamas I saw the other day and I also found out that they make baby Jordan sneakers that look like the ones you love and-

You caught yourself rambling and stopped talking. Now, you weren’t making any sense and you were just dumping the whole thing on him. Probably not the best way to go about it. He was staring at you with an amused look on his face.

I’m sorry, you said will a sad voice. I know you’re done with it. We’ve talked about it and I know it really sucks that I’m changing my mind but I needed to tell you because I’ve been thinking about it a lot and-

Do you plan on letting me speak ? He asked with a smile.

Yes. Sorry.

Ok, he chuckled. I have a few questions. Is there a reason why you changed your mind ?

Well… you, I guess, you shrugged. I mean, I love you, and I see what an amazing father, what a great uncle you are.

Ok, he said. And, another question : is that something you want ? Or is it something you need ?

I don’t know, you admitted. I’m really happy with our life just the way it is. I don’t need a baby to be fulfilled and for my life to have meaning. But I can’t stop thinking of how much I’d like a baby with you.

Ok, he hummed. So… it’s not something you’d break up over ?

No, you said. I love you. I want to spend my life with you. And I don’t think I want a baby if I can’t have it with you. You’re the reason I want one. Because the baby I have in my mind… he has your eyes, your nose and your smile.

Meh. Doesn’t sound too cute, he chuckled. If anything, it sounds like an ad for contraception.

Oh, come on, you giggled.

But… he ? He asked with a smile.

Sometimes she, you corrected. I never really wanted kids so I don’t really care, I guess. Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to just dump this whole thing on you… we both know this talk sucks. But I couldn’t really keep it to myself. I needed to tell you. I’m sorry.

Quit apologizing, babe, he said reassuringly. I’m glad you told me.

Really ? You asked nervously.

Of course, he replied. I can tell it hasn’t been easy for you.

You nodded and he pulled you into his arms before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You closed your eyes and inhaled his scent. You definitely felt lighter after telling him, even though it didn’t really change anything.

So… can I get back to you on that ? He finally asked.

Huh ?! You asked as you looked up from his chest.

I think I’m gonna need a bit of time to think about it, he continued. I can’t promise I’ll say yes. But I’ll consider it.

Wait… seriously ? You asked in shock.

Isn’t that why you brought it up in the first place ? He mused.

I don’t know, you said. I guess I mostly expected you to convince me it was a terrible idea. I mean, you’ve broken up with people over that.

So have you, he pointed out. But it’s you. It’s us. What we have is different. I feel like my family’s complete so I never really wanted to have another kid. But I’m in love with you. And if there’s anyone I’d give it a shot with… it’s you.

Ok, you said with an emotional smile.

I’m not saying yes to anything, though, he warned. Don’t get your hopes up.

But you’re not saying no, you pointed out with a smile.

I’m not, he agreed. Because even though having kids can be tough… it’s pretty great, too. And I know you’d be a great mom.

You flashed him a smile and buried your face in his chest. The simple fact that he was willing to consider it because he loved you filled your heart with joy.

You didn’t really bring up the topic in the following weeks, but you could see a change in Marshall’s demeanor whenever someone around you talked about kids. You could absolutely tell he was thinking about it. You weren’t too sure what the best way to go about it was. Of course, you were curious to know how he felt about it, what was on his mind. But you didn’t want to be annoying and press him on the matter, so you figured that it was probably better to wait for him to get back to you on that, once his mind was made up.

Waiting was trying, though. Because in the meantime, you had to watch him interact with countless babies and young children, feeling like your ovaries exploded. Patience is a virtue and that waiting period was definitely an opportunity for you to practice it. Thankfully, it finally came to an end when you came back from work to Marshall waiting for you in the living room, with a bouquet of roses on the table, as well as a paper bag. You greeted him and thanked him for the nice gesture.

What’s the occasion ? You asked.

Since when do I need a special occasion to treat my woman to some roses and a present ? He asked back.

Touché, you giggled. Thank you my love. Can I open the bag ?

Not yet, he said. I want you to have a look at this first.

He handed you some papers and you skimmed through it. It was a printing of his schedule for the foreseeable future. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

That’s, erm, fine ? You said, unsure of what he was expecting you to say.

It’s my schedule, he said. For the next two years.

I see that, you chuckled. I’m just not sure why you’re showing it to me ? You usually don’t consult me when it comes to your work schedule.

As you can see, I’ve moved a couple of trips that were already planned, he explained as he pointed to a few dates. Meaning that I’ll be going to LA a little bit more in the upcoming three months. But after that, no more work trips and I put a hold on the performance planning. I’ll stay in Detroit.

Ok ? You said - still not grasping what he was getting at. That’s nice. But why did you change the schedule ? Is there a specific reason why you need to stay here ?

Apparently, when you’re trying to have a baby with your woman, it’s better to be in the same city, he grinned.

You stared at him in shock, your mouth slightly agape. Marshall was smiling from ear to ear. Next thing he knew, you were in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, peppering your face with kisses.

Oh my God, you said emotionally. Really ? Oh I love you so much, Marshall !

I love you too, he hummed.

I can’t believe it, you whispered. Wait- What’s in the bag ?

Open it, he chuckled.

You reached for it and saw it contained a bunch of ovulation prediction kits, pregnancy tests, some folic acid and some lube.

Apparently, these are the basic essentials for trying to conceive, he commented.

You’re amazing, you said with the biggest smile on your face. So… we’re doing this ? We’re making a baby ?

If you haven’t changed your mind, yeah, he nodded.

As a response, you threw yourself in his arms and kissed him passionately. He chuckled into the kiss and cupped your face, staring at you lovingly.

I’ll give you the cutest baby, you promised.

I have no doubt, he grinned.

Do you think I’ll be a pretty pregnant lady ? You mused.

Are you kidding me ? He asked. God, you’re going to be so hot. The thought of you carrying my baby… You have no idea the things it does to me.

Oh yeah ? Like what ? You asked defiantly. Show-

Before you had the chance to finish your sentence, Marshall had you pinned to the couch and was grinding against you. It didn’t matter that you were both fully clothed, you could feel his excitement through the fabric.

I’m gonna fill your pretty pussy, he promised. And I’m gonna make a pretty mama out of you.

Mmmyes, you whimpered.

Gonna give you a pretty belly, he continued. I can’t wait to see you carry our child. Can’t wait to start trying.

When ? You asked pleadingly.

How about now ? He whispered in your ear.

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #Eminem One Shot

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iiseult · 2 months

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Hello, I was wondering what the life of the female reader would be like when King Baldwin was not a leper. I mean, what would their life be like together as a married couple?

𝐵𝒶𝓁𝒹𝓌𝒾𝓃 𝐼𝒱 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈: 𝒩𝑜𝓃-𝓁𝑒𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝐸𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

CWs → fluff, smut, probable historical inaccuracies, she/her pronouns, afab reader, mentions of religion, childbirth

Note: I know this took like over a month to get to, but in my defense I was working on completing the first arc of my multichapter Baldwin x reader fic. Also, if anyone’s interested, I started posting an alternate version of that on ao3 that’s in third person and from the perspective of a girl named Semele. As far as actual writing goes I think it’s much better quality simply because I don’t have to do all that corny second person bullshit or use the words “Y/N.” That’s a real pain in my ass. Anyway!

Wordcount: 852

King Baldwin’s standards are high. He is a gorgeous young man with the world at his fingertips and he wants a woman, not a girl, to explore it with him.

She must be good. She does not need to be rich or noble, but she needs to be selfless and kind and bold. And he needs someone who can match him in intellect so he doesn’t get bored.

His hair frames his face in charming golden waves that fall to about his chin. His eyes are a deep cerulean, lined by long lashes, and his lips are pink and shapely, if a bit on the thin side. The nose is strong and straight, the jaw is square and sharp, the cheekbones are high and structured, and the skin covering it all is smooth and healthy. A light smattering of tiny freckles paint his nose and cheeks. His body is strong, with substantial broad shoulders, and what muscle he has is subtle but genuine.

Sometimes his movements are awkward, a little different from other well-bred boys his age, and perhaps that’s what makes him so appealing. So mysterious. And, by the way, he certainly is appealing.

Every woman that lays eyes on him, and even some that have never had that honor and know of him only from word of mouth, want him. Every woman thinks she can somehow be good enough for him. Of course, maybe one in one thousand of them actually is.

When a lady finally catches his eye, it would be for her wit or her bravery. Perhaps she would beat him in a game of chess, or speak out against what she thinks is wrong. The more cruelty in her smile, the more attractive she becomes.

When he proposes, it’s very romantic, very personal, and above all, very private. Though he surely makes the experience memorable for his future wife, he doesn’t do anything over-the-top. It does not involve other people, and perhaps it doesn’t even take place at a particular spot. The most important part of the proposal, after all, is the words he is speaking, the vow he is making. He puts his silver tongue to good use, so that saying no isn’t even an option anymore. How could she possibly turn him down?

He can’t wait to get his hands on her. The wedding night is something he has long been looking forward to, knowing that it would be worth it to wait for the right woman, and of course, it exceeds his expectations. How could he have guessed how soft, how supple her flesh would feel beneath him? How sweet and yielding? There was nothing that could have prepared him for the feeling of warmth that wholly enveloped him the first time they made love. It was something that could never be recreated by his own hand. It could only ever occur by the soft hand, or the cruel, relentless lips of his young wife.

His body is young and robust, as is hers, and they are both brimming with passion and want. The first month of the marriage is spent mostly alone together, trapped in an endless cycle of tiring each other out, sleeping, waking, and doing the whole damned thing all over again. It would take no time at all for the seed to be planted in her fertile womb and a baby to begin to grow.

Seeing his wife pregnant would only make him fall in love with her more, if such a thing were even possible. Now she is carrying a little miracle inside her, and to him, the world around her positively glows. He is, in a word, infatuated. So proud. He takes her into town and practically parades her around, the curve of her swollen belly growing more and more obvious under the fabric of her gown. Isn’t she beautiful, he would say to Raymond, and to Sybilla, and to anyone else who was unlucky enough to engage him in conversation.

During the birth, he stayed by her side. He was the one to wipe the sweat from her forehead with damp towels, to hold her hand and cry softly from seeing her in such pain. He loves her so much, and he was going to love that baby, too. He was going to positively spoil it. That is, if it didn’t kill her! He cries more than she does during the birth, and though he does everything he can to ease her pain and help the midwife speed along the process, mostly he can do nothing but stand around and wring his hands and look helplessly at his love, his eyes swimming with wild fear and affection and awe. She’s so strong, how is she doing it?

Once the baby is born, though the sheets of her bed are soiled with various fluids, he lays down next to his wife and holds her in his arms and she holds their baby in her arms, and they all sleep, a perfect family. The baby is going to look just like her, he thinks, and he will love it.

#baldwin iv #baldwin iv x reader #kingdom of heaven #king baldwin iv #king baldwin iv x reader #baldwin iv one shot #baldwin of jerusalem #baldwin iv fic #kingdom of heaven fandom #kingdom of heaven fluff #King baldwin headcannons #king baldwin smut #baldwin iv x reader smut

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 2 years

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I love jack so so much he's perfect but tbh I do think it would've worked much more with the show if he was a destiel baby instead of lucifer's. and I'm not just saying that as a shipper or whatever I mean narratively it would've been a lot cleaner- and actually, I think it would've been super funny to no-homo them creating a baby together, like, literally all they would have to do is say "oh, when cas rebuilt dean after hell he accidentally left some grace tangled in his soul, and every time he's healed him since then it's been growing stronger until a nephilim was born". like yes the studio is homophibic etc etc but all the jokes they'd make about dean being spiritually pregnant would be very funny for me personally.

but ANYWAY, jack's story gets messy and convoluted and I think this would've been like...a simple fix. them worrying about him going dark side could be because they're worried how demon!dean and lucifer!cas affected him in development, the show LOVES bloodline drama, chuck's wanting abraham and issac 2.0 would've worked better this way, dean's storyline with him would be improved, bc rather than 'oh no I slowly but surely emotionally adopted the antichrist' like I think he would've had an easier time clocking his john-behavoir if it wasn't a question whether he was jack's dad or not. plus last time dean actively raised a kid he went to great lengths to keep the supernatural away from him, so it'd be interesting to see how he handles a kid he CANT possibly hide from this part of his life. it would make more sense why michael wanted jack as a vessel- yes obviously he wanted the nephilim power boost but also having him as part of the winchester bloodline, making him a PERFECT vessel he doesn't have to worry about burning up would add a lot. we could also use this argument for why lucifer is so interested in him if anyone actually liked that plotline in season 14 lmao. we know chuck hated cas and dean's relationship, could you imagine if he checked in and found out they made an unauthorized baby together💀 like that really would've given better context for why he hates jack so much. cas wouldn't need that whole weird brainwashing arc to wanna protect unborn jack, PLUS it could've been an interesting source of angst for him- he feels like he's failed once again, creating an abomination and putting dean in danger, but also still loves jack immensely. it'd be so good! also imagine how fucking stressed out heaven would be to find out a mini castiel is on the way. they wouldn't even wanna exploit that kid for power they'd be preemptively treating the headaches they know they're gonna get lmfao.

also. the casting directors literally put jensen and misha into a face morph app and cast the first actor they could find that matched the results. which would've made more sense if,,,,he was just Theirs. the comedy of dean and cas making a baby before either of them managed to admit their feelings to each other would be more fun then the "dude adopted a kid and pawns him off on his unwilling roommate's all the time and they eventually warm up to the kid" storyline we actually got. we also could've replaced some of the jack-dean angst from the show with "dean wants to connect more with jack but he feels shut out whenever cas is around bc he can't relate to any angel stuff so obviously jack's going to cas for help more!", which I think would be interesting!! how AWFUL dean and cas would feel that jack didn't feel safe enough to be a baby. dad!sam is still in full swing but he cares for jack right off the bat instead of trying to use him for his powers at first. lily sunder talking about how cas killed her kid bc he thought it was a nephilim and dean, who's already fully aware he's (spiritually) knocked up by cas is like 👹 inch resting cas-tee-elle tell me more. mary having a 'my baby has a baby' crisis. cas insisting jack looks nothing like him is a running joke but then at some point he explains its bc jack's 'true form' looks just like dean's soul....

ALSO- in a show where, canonically, the very first act of free will was cas falling in love with dean...the physical manifestation of that defeating chuck and taking his place as god? come ON.

#jack kline #destiel #spn #supernatural #deancas #molly mumbles

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Your writing is literally phenomenal - sincerely, someone who just binged your entire masterlist!! 💗 If you’re interested in this, I’d love to see dark!simon doting on reader when she’s finally pregnant 🤭 I’m sure he’d wait on her hand and foot, soothing and comforting her, but also being so smug because he’s literally a mastermind who’s been planning this for ages

Thank you so much for the kind words, love 🥹🥹 Comments like this mean the world to me and inspire me so much to keep writing 🖤

I fucking loooooooved this ask. When I tell you my brain was instantly just braining. However, I must be fully honest with you 😔 This is so fucking soft. Just. Wildly. Absurdly. Tooth-rottingly sweet. It turns out once dark!Simon actually gets her pregnant he just melts into the sweetest softie ever (shh don't tell anyone). Thinking about writing another part that's filthy smut with dark!Simon and his pregnant girl but I was just so excited about this fluff I wanted to share it lemme know if anyone would want to see that tho

Anyways, here's Simon helping her with morning sickness, Simon hearing the heartbeat for the first time, and Simon feeling them kick for the first time 🥺

Warnings: pregnancy, female reader, mentions of doctors offices, morning sickness, vomiting

Part 1 can be found here and Part 2 (NSFW) can be found here

Simon’s eyes blinked open as he registered your movements. The sound of your footsteps on the floor echoed through the room as you raced to the bathroom. His response was automatic as he rose out of bed, blinking the last dregs of sleep away as he followed your steps to find you kneeling on the cool tile in front of the toilet, dry heaving into the porcelain bowl. It seemed more often than not your mornings started this way. With no hesitation he knelt down on one knee beside you, pulling your hair up and away from your face into a loose pony tail held in his hand. His other hand rubbed soothing circled on your back, gently stroking up and down as he murmured soothing words.

“I’m sorry, love. ’M sure this bit’s almost over.”

As if on cue, you wretched once more into the bowl and Simon grimaced at his own poor timing. With a gasp you laid your head on your forearm against the toilet seat, eyes closed while you struggled to catch your breath, one hand rising up to flush the contents down the drain. Simon released your hair and rose to grab a cloth from the cupboard, running it under cool water and wringing it out.

“Remember, doc said this was all completely normal. Good even, really.” Simon’s voice was nearly as comforting as the cool washcloth he pressed against the back of your neck. “Means the baby is developing and your body’s changing and whatnot.” You finally raised your head up, taking the cloth from Simon and running it over your face.

“Yeah, still fucking sucks though,” you muttered before leaning back into Simon, his strong arms wrapping around you to pull you into him. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as one hand snaked down to rest against your abdomen.

“It’ll pass, babe.” Simon pressed another kiss to your temple. “Besides, you’re still stunning.”

You raised your head off his chest, shooting him the most menacing glare you could muster. “Not in the mood for your sarcasm, Si,” you grumbled.

Simon brushed a strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “Not sarcasm, babe. I mean it. You’re glowing.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the soft smile that tugged at the edges of your lips. “Whatever, you’re gettin’ soft.”

“Don’t I know it,” Simon agreed, pressing another kiss to your cheek before rising and helping you off the floor. “Come on, I’ll go make us a tea.”

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It was a well known fact that Simon hated hospitals. And doctors. And, well, really any kind of medical setting. Simon shifted anxiously in the uncomfortable plastic chair next to your exam bed. The sterile smell of medical suite was practically burning his nostrils. His leg bounced up and down at a rapid pace, one hand gripped tight on his knee and the other gripping yours in a similar hold. He looked around the room, taking in all the infographic posters explaining the various stages of pregnancy, health adverts, and more.

“Si.” Your gentle tone pulled Simon from his thoughts, his eyes drifting back to your face. “Relax,” you reminded him softly. “It’s okay. I’m here with you.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. His eyes drift from yours down to your abdomen. He swore you were beginning to show, just the barest hint of a swell to your belly.

There was a knock at the door and then the friendly technician entered, introducing herself to you and Simon before placing a paper drape over your lap and having you lay back. You shifted your shirt up whilst she set up for the ultrasound, giving Simon an excited smile as you settled in.

“Oh that’s warm,” you commented as the tech squeezed a light gel onto your bare skin.

“Yeah, we have a little warmer we keep it in, just something to help make the mum’s a bit more comfortable,” she commented as she started pressing the wand to your belly.

Simon’s eyes flicked to the screen, the waves of black and grey indecipherable as the tech moved around your stomach.

“Ah, there we go. See? Right….here.” The nurse tapped to a black shape on the screen as she pressed the wand a little deeper into your skin. “There’s your baby.” She tapped a few buttons on her keyboard, taking a picture. “Would you like to hear the heartbeat?”

You nodded enthusiastically, but Simon couldn’t even get a word out. His own heart was racing so fast, his eyes staring at the screen, taking it all in. His baby. There were no words to adequately describe the pure joy, excitement, and absolute terror he was feeling. Y

You and Simon clung to each other, your joined hands serving as a lifeline for you both, tethering you to this moment. You and Simon each hold your breath, unsure what you’re waiting for.

And then there’s a whoosh, and the sound of a steady heartbeat fills the room. Tears instantly filled your eyes. “Oh my god, Si,” you whispered. “That’s their heartbeat.”

Simon’s own eyes were misty as he took it all in. “Yeah, babe. That’s our baby.” He blinked the tears away, internally urging himself to keep it together. He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “There they are.”

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Simon was upstairs tackling the crib that he had been so fucking sure he didn’t need the fucking instructions for, only to find out that the damn pieces weren’t locking into place the way they were supposed to. “Bloody hell,” he growled, tearing through the mess of cardboard and styrofoam to find where he had tossed aside that bloody manual.

A shout from downstairs had him freezing in place, his blood running cold as the bottom dropped out of his stomach.

“Simon! Come here! Quick!” You shouted from your place on the couch, urgency in your voice.

Simon dropped the drill to the floor, racing down the hall and flying down the stairs as fast as his feet could carry him. His mind spiraled, thinking through doctor’s numbers, fastest route to the hospital, or should he call an ambulance? No, he was positive he could drive faster. He rounded the corner, eyes wide and fixed on you.

“What’s wrong? What’s happened? Are you okay? Is it the baby?” His questions rushed out like word vomit as he strode to your side. He dropped to one knee, a protective hand resting on your pronounced bump, eyes flitting from you to your stomach.

“What?” You asked, brows furrowing in confusion at the panic-stricken man panting before you. “No, I’m fine Si, just…here…feel,” you commanded, grabbing his hand and moving it to the lower left side of your stomach. “Wait for it…” you muttered. Simon was still trying to calm his racing heart, trying to take in the fact that you seemed perfectly fine. In fact, if anything, you seemed slightly annoyed.

“Darling, what—”

“Shhh!” You snapped. “Wait for it.”

And then Simon felt it. A little force pressing against his hand, a fleeting sensation that was over as soon as it started.

Simon’s eyes widened. “Was that?”

“Mmhmm,” you squealed with a smile.

“They kicked,” Simon laughed, pure awe on his face. He pressed his hand a little harder against your swollen mound, moving his hand just slightly to the right. He lowered his face to your stomach. “Come on, love, let’s see that again.” As if on cue, he felt a swift kick to his palm. Your laugh mingled with Simon’s as the radiant joy overtook you both.

“He likes your voice,” you commented, smiling down at your bump and placing your hand atop Simon’s.

“Of course she does,” Simon teased back. You weren’t finding out the gender in advance, wanting to be surprised. You each had your own suspicions though. At the sound of his voice, another kick hit his palm, harder than both the previous ones, causing you to wince. “Oi,” Simon jokingly chided, giving a stern look to your bump. “Take it easy on your mum. She’s working hard to grow you nice and strong.” Another strong kick.

“Looks like we have a future football star on our hands,” you commented was you rubbed a hand against your sore swollen side.

“Maybe they’ll play for Man U.” Simon pressed a kiss to your bump, right where the last kick was before rising off the floor to sit next to you on the couch. His lips found yours, kissing you with a fierceness that took your breath away. “Thank you, love.” His voice was soft as he pulled back from the kiss. “For this. For all of it. This is the greatest gift.”

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