#BENNY MILLER DEFENCE SQUAD - REPORTING FOR DUTY

[coweye]

Commitment Issues - Part 4.5

Pairing: Benny Miller x Reader

Words: 1.6k

Summary: When you try and take your friends with benefits relationship to the next level, Benny’s response isn’t quite what you were expecting.

Warning: Unplanned Pregnancy, Christmas Drama, Threats of violence, Commitment Issues ✨

Author Note: There's been a slight edit to this part - nothing major just a deleted scene at the end. Sorry for any confusion!

➢ Fic Masterpost

⇠ Previous Part

Once the grenade had been dropped Marianna was forcibly removed by her Abuela and sent to her room, you had half a mind to rip the head off of that Barbie you’d bought her for Christmas, the little asshole.

The hell that broke loose once the young ears were removed was exactly what you had expected but not from Benny.

He sat there staring at you, motionless.

All systems shutting down as the commotion raged on around you.

Valerie was defending you best she could, though Frankie was furious she’d kept Benny’s involvement from him.

Will was outraged at you for hiding his niece or nephew from him, poor Jen was sat in between him and Benny staring at her plate hoping this would all be over soon and Santiago, well, Santiago was just angry at the world - it was hard to pin down exactly his complaint as he spoke too rapidly in Spanish though if were to hazard a guess he was a teensy bit let down at not being told the whole truth after forgiving you for hiding the pregnancy initially.

“I appreci- I appreciate you’re all upset but this is between me and Ben.”

“The hell it is-”

“Santi. I’m tired, I’m angry and I’ve just been outed by a five year old. Don't. Test. Me.” Your strained tone was enough to stop the drunk man in his tracks.

In fact it was enough for everyone as blessed silence returned to the room.

“We’ll give you some time.” Frankie muttered, his voice still layered with betrayal as he pushed his seat back.

Poor Jennifer morphed into Usain Bolt and was out of the room before you could blink.

There were general mumbles of protest but all followed suit except for Will, who was looking between you and his brother. He stood after his initial hesitation and followed suit, though somewhat reluctantly.

Once the room had emptied, you cleared your throat.

Benny was acting very ... un-Benny like.

He was a hot-head through and through, always quick to react.

The man hadn’t given a single measured response in all the years you’d known him. Perhaps the only exception to that rule was when he was in the field where he’d give his train of thought an extra moment or two before it left the station.

And yet, he had yet to speak. Not a single syllable to help you navigate his feelings about the child.

So you had no choice but to go in blind.

“Ben?” His eyes shifted to meet yours but they were hollow; the lights were on but nobody was home.

You sighed, not quite encouraged but relieved he was at least semi-responsive. “I’m pregnant, it’s yours and I’m going to keep it. I don’t expect anything from you and it’s your choice if you want to be it’s father.”

He processes this for a second and when he speaks his voice catches in his throat “W-We used protection, you’re on the pill.”

“Remember that morning, when you bought me my antibiotics, on the sofa? - they can make it less effective.”

“You’re a doctor, how the hell-”

“I told you we needed to be careful!”

“I thought you meant my technique! Not-”

“I said that-” You huff in a calming breath before resuming “It doesn’t matter now anyway.”

“I guess not...” He mumbles, he’s abandoned his chair and pacing now, his hands are crossed in front of his chest, assessing the problem in his head.

The silence stretches out for a moment or two longer.

“I’m in.” You look up in surprise as his despondent tone betray his words, but there could be no doubt in what was said.

He had slowly begun pacing back and forth like a caged tiger prowling a tiny zoo enclosure. “This kid, I’m in. But right now, I need to … not be here … in this room.”

The ‘with you’ was silent.

You stared at his back as he retreated, on any other day the way your eavesdropping loved ones dispersed as he opened the door would’ve made you chuckle but the punch to your gut had you bowled over, leaning your weight on the dinner table as you watched him leave.

BENNY'S POV✨

Benny disappeared into the darkness of the backyard and sighed as he closed the door behind him, utterly thankful for the cold breeze that brought him back to earth, it eased the pressure that made his head felt like it was about to explode.

He slowly took a seat on one of the tiny chair’s from Marianna’s summer set, the plastic creaked underneath him but bared his weight.

A fucking kid.

He’d be someone's dad, he could barely look after himself let alone a baby.

And one with Y/N.

If he was less fucked up this would be a dream, but this was real life and he had nothing to offer a baby or her. Only Fights, training and recovery scheduled around bottle feeds and sleepless nights.

He’d been trying to get his shit together, to be a better man for her. To try and get to the point where the thought of a relationship, of being tied to another person for life didn’t make him feel like he wasn’t able to breathe.

It was, however, easier said than done and that stunt at the bar had been to try and get you out of his system when he'd failed, yet it had only made him want you more.

He put his head in his hands and rubbed at his eyes, hoping to ease the pressure that lay behind them to no avail and this was how Will found him.

“You alright?” He asks as he takes a seat opposite. He takes a moment to get comfy on the groaning plastic before he pulls out a pack of cigarettes. “Frankie's. Don’t know how old they are - found them in the kitchen drawer.”

“Those things will kill you,” Benny mutters, his voice all gravel. “Gimme’ one.”

The two brothers sat on the childrens chair set in the pitch black of Christmas Eve night, smoking in silence for a few moments.

“So… a kid…” Will starts with all the subtlety of a bull in a china shop.

“Honestly, the thought of a newborn baby that’s my responsibility makes me want to run and fuckin' hide.”

“You’re a good man Ben and you’re gonna’ be a great dad.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Are you ever gonna leave the kid?”

“No.”

“Are you ever gonna do anything to hurt Y/N?”

“Not intentionally, but my track record in that department’s not so great.”

Frankie’s voice joined from the darkness as he leaned on the building watching the two men talk with his arms crossed. “At the end of the day, you and Y/N, you’re gonna screw things up - but half of being a good Dad is just showing up for the kid and if you’ve got that down, the rest will come. You’re a good guy Benjamin, underneath the stupidity, don't sell yourself short.”

“What he said,” Will muttered with a smoke between his pink lips. He reached up and took it from his mouth holding it between his fingers before throwing the rest of the pack back to Frank. “That being said, if you don’t get your ass in there and talk to that woman who’s chain you’ve been jerking for the better part of the past two years, brother or no, I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

“Honestly, Ben - Keeping Y/N a secret. She’s a catch!” Frankie huffed, sounding every bit the scolding father. “You need to make it right. For the two of you, not just the kid! But, honestly, you fuck about with her again - I’ll be right next to Will, beating the shit out of you.”

Benny stubbed out his cigarette “Great pep talk, Gentleman. Some mixed messages towards the end there, but overall strong.”

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