#I shouldn’t be so worked up. these are lit my hubbies but I can’t help it 🙈🙈🙈

[luffysprincess]

hello miss amira. me again <3

sorry if this comes across as crass but do you have any dick hcs for your faves :^)

i’m just so very nosey 🫣

hshsjahhahahhhhhnndhshnhg you’re not sorry at all!!!

lmao hi ryu <33 , I want you to know that I struggled to answer this bc 1) I am bad at putting my thoughts into words and 2) I malfunction whenever I think about my men and their dicks. my brain automatically thinks of having them inside me and then—ANYWAYSSSS (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

luffy — a grower (obv). it’s maybe 4.5/4.75” flaccid but naturally 7” erect. I say ‘naturally’ bc with his devil fruit power he can elongate it and also increase its girth. we’re not gonna talk about the max length/girth he’s achieved bc it’s insane (he used gear 3 to blow his dick up basically) but I will say that he has experimented with controlling how big he can stretch it out. I am his lab rat iykwim ;) oh and this freak never trims or anything but he’ll occasionally shave if I ask him to. It looks pretty anyways bc the black hair looks nice against the brown skin

izuku — FAT COCK. so girthy. pretty pink tip. carpet matches the drapes and it looks so so good against the pink (pink + green is such a pretty combo). 6”? maybe 6.5”. slightly curved bc it’s HEAVY. this one is really out there but I think it would be fun if he got a piercing on it. There’s something so yummy about an innocent looking man who’s so freaky behind closed doors. So yeah I think he’d have two lorum piercings and I think he’d have rings on them bc saw someone say this and wow I wanna hear rings clinking everytime he thrusts into me (,,> ᴗ <,,)

capitano — oh dear he’s so big. 8.5/9” idc idc oh and slightly thicker than avg. it takes us a looong time until he’s actually able to get more than just his tip inside me and he still can’t fit all the way. we are currently working on training my throat first 😵‍💫 kinda think it would be cool if part of him was decaying like the rest of his body but it in a fantasy way so the skin is sorta dark blue/black-ish but not the whole thing. Torn between him having pubes and not bc if he’s starting to decay and the skin there is affected, then hair wouldn’t grow there anymore and he’d be bare. And idk which I prefer

Okie I’m gonna leave it at that bc I have too many faves and not enough time or brain capacity to think about more dick hcs (I’m sorry 😞🫶🏻) but I chose these three bc they’ve been my most recent brainrots!!!

[sdktrs12]

( Day one )

Even with the sun beating down on the back of her exposed neck, goosebumps erupt over Beth’s arms as the chilly wind whips through once more and nips at the thin sheen of sweat on her skin, causing a shiver to run down her spine. She groans as she stills the rake in her hands, straightening up and letting out a giant puff of air that flutters the hair that’s come loose from her ponytail and is now framing her face.

She should just quit—the wind has been coming through and undoing her work for the better part of the afternoon, but she’s been powering through, fueled by irritation and just plain spite, that admittedly seems to be waning.  

When Dean had come by to pick up the kids earlier, he’d made a remark about the backyard and how unkempt it was starting to look, hinting at (not for the first time) Beth’s inabilities to handle “the man’s” part of the housework in that condescending tone he reserved just for her.  

She knows he’s still grasping at straws, still resisting this slow transition they’ve been making to separate, and Beth can admit it hasn’t been the most comfortable time for her either.

But his comments had pricked at her nerves, making her feel hot and itchy, like she needed to crawl out of her skin. It had been easy enough to fall back into the familiar stepford act, plastering on a blank smile and sweetly promising to let him know if she needed his help, waving calmly and pleasantly as he’d backed out of the driveway, before she’d immediately gotten to work—grabbing the rake and several hefty bags to frantically start in on the leaves, cussing and sweating up a storm along the way.

(the rest under read more)

She looks around the yard now, letting herself just...marvel in the vivid colors of the leaves—the yellows that give way to the oranges that bleed into the reds.  

She lets her eyes drift closed, eyelashes fluttering briefly against her skin before settling and just...breathes in the crisp fresh air as she tilts her head back, the sun’s warmth kissing her eyelids, her cheeks, the breeze once again ghosting along the back of her neck...

“Hey, now.”  

Beth lets out a loud gasp as her eyes snap open and she whirls around, grip tightening on the rake as she automatically brings it up and out in front of her defensively and god—she knows who it is as soon as the words wash over her but still...

“What is wrong with you?” She snaps, jabbing the rake handle in the air to punctuate each word and Rio eyes it as he makes a big production out of lifting his hands up in the air in mock surrender, approaching her slowly even as he grins.  

“What exactly you plannin’ on doin’ with that?” He asks, voice filled with laughter as he slows to a stop just out of reach of the handle, and Beth glares at him, barely resisting the urge to jab him in the chest with it—remembering the last time she’d done damage to that area.  

“Don’t you ever call or text before just dropping by?”  

“Yeah, I tried, don’t you ever answer?”  

Beth’s eyes narrow as she reaches one hand around to her back pocket, ready to yank her phone out and wave it in his face...only to come up empty.  

Well, shit.  

Beth purses her lips as she drops her hand back down to her side and Rio smirks, hands shoved in hoodie pockets as he rocks back on his heels, and she has a sense of déjà vu so strong, it makes her dizzy.  

“Whatchu doin’ out here rakin’ up all these leaves on your own anyway? Hubby ain’t around to help?”  

Beth rolls her eyes as she finally lowers the rake, bringing it back up to her side, stabbing the prongs against the soft ground and leaning into it. “I’m fully capable of raking leaves on my own.”  

“Yeah, I can see that.” He remarks, eyeing the surrounding mess critically, and she straightens up, automatically on the defensive. “But you shouldn't have to do everything on your own, mama.”  

And—that tugs sharply at something in her chest, and her eyes drop as she kicks at a stray pile of leaves with her tennis shoes, trapping one underneath and grinding it into the dead grass and soft dirt underneath, concentrating everything she has on the crunching noise it makes as words she doesn’t mean to let go spill out of her mouth. “Yeah, well, pretty soon I will be on my own so...” She shrugs her shoulder half heartedly then, feeling just this side of masochistic enough to glance up and catch his reaction.  

He’s gone perfectly still—but his right hand twitches, fingers flexing just so, the sun glinting off the rings there. He makes no other movement though, doesn’t utter a word, like he’s worried about how she’ll react if he does.  

Beth clears her throat, turning away from him to bend down and grab one of the oversized trash bags.  

“Why are you here?” She hurriedly asks, anxious to change the subject before he can. She fiddles with the trash bag awkwardly, unsure of the best way to get the leaves from point A to point B and fuck—maybe she should’ve just let Dean handle this shit one last time.  

He finally moves then, stepping around her to hop up onto the picnic table and she’s not sure she likes the fact that he’s making himself comfortable.  

“Drop schedules changed—”

“Again?”  

“Been upped and gonna need it by next week.”  

Beth’s mouth drops open as the hand with the trash bag in it falls limply at her side.  

“By twenty.” He adds casually, like an afterthought, and Beth considers using the trash bag to suffocate him instead, wonders if she’d be able to move the body on her own...  

He is pretty skinny—

“Elizabeth.”  

Beth jerks out of her murderous daydream, mouth snapping shut as she drops the trash bag before she can do anything stupid with it, hands going to rest on her hips instead.  

“Are you kidding me?” She grits out and he shakes his head slowly, completely unphased by the fact that she’s staring daggers at his stupid perfect face.

“Well, I’m sorry, but no, that���s not going to be possible.” She huffs out, mind already working in overdrive, and he just nods slowly again like he expected that kind of response and it makes her irrationally angry.  

“It is what it is. I don’t make the rules.”

“Oh? Don’t you?”

Because it sure the hell seemed like he had a lot of rules when it came to her.  

He pushes himself off the picnic table and walks toward her slowly and her body sways closer, like a magnet, and her hand comes up to nervously tuck her hair behind her ears, her tongue darting out to wet her lips and his eyes follow it’s path.  

“Shit happens. We’ll handle it, ma.” He says and she hates how the ‘we’ soothes her a little, makes her more reluctant to...to fight him.  

“Why don’t you take a break.” He reaches up to swipe a thumb over her brow and then her chin dimple and she can’t help leaning into his touch. “Take a soak in that big ol’ tub of yours. Can even join you, if ya want. Make sure you’re getting that full body spa experience.”  

Beth huffs out a laugh, rolling her eyes even as her skin flushes again. “Don’t tell me what to do.” She says, even though a bath does sound insanely nice right about now.

He shrugs his shoulders with a chuckle, a half hearted ‘at least I tried gesture’, and then he’s turning and walking away, looking back over his shoulder just as he reaches the fence encasing the yard, and she’s still there, watching him go. 

She sets the rake against the picnic table and heads inside, peeling off layers of clothing as she makes her way toward the bathroom.  

It’s not until after she’s taken a nice long soak (and so what if she’d added some extra bath salts and lit a few candles and helped herself to relieving some tension while imagining Rio there with her) that she heads back out into the backyard to collect the rake and bags, resigned to leaving the mess for another day, but she stops short just outside the double doors to the patio because...

There is no mess.  

The leaves and bags are completely gone and her eyes dart over to the picnic table where the rake was and it’s gone too and she bets if she looked, it’d be back in its place in the shed.  

Well—

Fuck.  

[glenncoco4]

The Moon

A/N: Second to last chapter.

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Mount Ruapehu, New Zealand

She slowly wakens, stretching out her limbs as a soft smile spreads to her face. They were so tired when they got to their cabin last night what with being on a plane for over 14 hours having caught the red eye from LA to New Zealand. As their wedding reception was winding down, yesterday? Was it technically yesterday if there’s a 15 hour time difference. Anyway, she and Marty hadn’t planned on doing anything extravagant for their honeymoon but her parents and Callen and Sam had surprised them with an all expenses paid trip to a snow covered cabin in one of the only places in the world that snowed in September.

Slowly opening her eyes, she turns and is immediately met with two beautiful cerulean eyes, those that belong to her husband matter of fact. Her husband.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, hubby.”

A grin spreads to his lips as he closes the tiny gap that separates he and his wife. His wife. He burrows his head into her neck, inhaling the wonderful scent that is so uniquely her. They may have been jet lagged when they arrived last night but not enough to stop them from immediately making good use of the walk-in shower with out of this world water pressure and a perfect view of the snow falling outside. “So I saw this little bakery when we came in last night, I thought about going and getting some breakfast.”

“Aw, but I’m comfy.”

“How about you stay right here and I’ll go?”

“But it’s our honeymoon, shouldn’t we be doing stuff together.”

“Oh, we will be but if we’re gonna keep up our energy we’ll need sustenance.”

“Good point.”

He quickly maneuvers himself, now hovering above her. A look of awe crossing his features as he looks into her mismatched chocolate orbs. God how he loves this woman. “I love you so much.”

“I may love you, too.” She tries to play it off like his words are indifferent to her and not turning her insides into a raging inferno of passion.

“May?” Once he sees that playful spark in her eye, he attacks. His lips find their way to her neck and then her cheeks and then cover her face in sloppy wet kisses.

She can’t help but giggle as he continues to assault her with little gifts of love all over her skin. “Okay! Okay! You win. I absolutely love you, Martin Deeks.”

“Thought so.” He beams placing one last kiss to her lips before rolling off her and out of the bed.

Her eyes follow him as he gets out of bed giving her a full view of his glorious golden tone ass. “Dammmn, boy.”

“Oh, you like that do ya?”

“Once you get back with my donuts I’ll show you just how much.”

At those a fire is lit under him as he quickly dresses and runs out the door but not before giving his wife one more kiss before he goes.

XXXX

It’s been over an hour and he still hasn’t came back yet. She called him after hour one and discovered that he got so lost in the scenery that he hadn’t realized how truly far the bakery was from where they were staying. He had just finally arrived at the shop and she’s betting that there was quite a long line for breakfast which would explain why he’s not back yet.

At the sound of her phone chiming she smile when his face lights up on the screen. “Hey, where are you?”

“There was a ridiculously long line. But good news, just as I got to the counter they brought out a fresh batch of cronuts.”

“Okay, now my mouth is watering.”

“My mouth waters every time I see you.”

“Well every time I see you my lips get wet and not the ones on my face.”

“Fuuuck. Baby, you can’t be saying stuff like that when I’m in public.”

“Think of it as motivation for you to get back faster.”

“I’ll be there in 30 minutes!”

“I’ll be waiting.”

He can feel the tightness in his pants grow at the sultry tone of her voice.“Oh, dear God.”

She can hear him beginning to pick up his pace before he hangs up, making her laugh. Just as Kensi sits her phone on the table there’s a knock at the door. She knows he’s a fast walker but he’s not that fast.

The brunette comes face to face with the pixie redhead who checked them in last night. They found out that she and her boyfriend Eric run the set of cabins for her parents who decide to move back to the states but didn’t want to get rid of the business. “Hi, I just brought some more towels and wanted to check and make sure everything is good.”

“Yes, it’s amazing, Nell. Thank you.” Kensi offers her a friendly smile, accepting the fluffy towels.

“Oh and I didn’t get to tell you congratulations.”

“Yes you did, last night.”

“I wasn’t talking about your marriage.”

“Then what-“ She freezes when she realizes what the other woman is implying.

Nell cringes when she sees the brunette’s reaction. There you go again, Nell, opening your big mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry, you just have this glow and I noticed the way you place your hand on your abdomen like you’re…I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“I take it you didn’t know.”

“Things have been so crazy the past few weeks, I actually hadn’t thought about it.”

“Well if you need anything just let me know.”

“Thank you.” Kensi gives her a barely there smile before closing the door and walking back over to the bed. Her brow furrows as she continues to try and deny what may be going on inside her body. “I can’t be pregnant…or…OH MY GOD!”

30 minutes later

Her attention turns from the snow falling outside the windows at the sound of the door creeping open. As soon as he steps in her eyes go wide, he’s shivering and covered in snow. “Oh, my god, Marty.” She gets up off the couch and all but runs over to her husband shedding him of his jacket and taking the bag of food out of his hand.

He can’t stop his teeth from chattering as his body tries to adjust to the warm room. “Told you it’d only be 30 minutes.”

“Baby, what happened?” Kensi cranks up the heat and walks over to the kitchen taking the boiling kettle of water and a mug, adding a few packets of hot chocolate mix.  

She grabs the mug and then his arm quickly pulling him over to the couch and makes him sit before running over to their bed to grab the heavy blanket and comforter to warm her freezing husband up.

His body burrows into her warmth as he kicks his shoes off and cuddles into her. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” She places a kiss to the top of his head, pulling them back to lay on the couch.

It’s a few minutes before she can finally work up the courage to tell him pretty shocking, but with the beautiful snow falling heavily outside, the fireplace crackling and their bodies clinging on to one another this is a pretty spectacular way to break some news. “So I have to tell you something.”

His head rests against her chest, his eyes watching the millions of tiny white flakes fall from the sky. “Don’t tell me you have another husband.”

“No, you dork. You’re my only husband.” Her brow furrows as she thinks for a minute. “Actually there were some pretty wild college nights so-”

He playfully pinches her side, wanting to move on from this conversation before the green monster rears it ugly head.

“Anyway. About 30 minutes before you got here there was a knock at the door and it was Nell, she brought us some towels and then congratulated me and said that I was glowing.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Not just that type of glowing, babe.”

“What do you mean?”

“She said I had a newlywed glow, yes, but there was something else.”

“What?”

“Lets just say I had to run across the street to the drug store for a certain item and when I used it it was positive.”

He sits up just enough so that he can look into her eyes. “You mean-“

A weary smile crosses her face unsure how he’ll take the news. They hadn’t really talked about kids before. “I’m pregnant.”

“Really?”

“I know it’s fast but-“

She’s surprised when his eyes begin to water and he bites his lips trying to control his emotions. But the strain in his voice gives him away. “Are you kidding?!”

“No.”

His lips crash into hers as he limbs wrap around her body, clinging to her. Places a quick peck to her lips before getting up and running over to the sliding glass door which confuses her until he steps out onto the balcony and yells at the top of his lungs. “WE’RE HAVING A BABY!”

She bites her lip as she watches the love of her life run back and forth across the wooden floor shouting for all of New Zealand to hear. But its only a few minutes before he’s running back inside to find warmth and take his place right next to his wife whose spread out on the couch. Yeah, life’s just full of surprises.

[dreamstormdragon]

Storm Snippets: “Adjustments”

Adjustments

Robert wasn't sure how he felt morally of ransacking abandoned camps. Camps that had clearly had someone living in them at some point, but long since deserted.

Technically he shouldn't have needed half the things he did. But he didn't want to trouble anyone in Andrea's former village and he also didn't want to keep asking things of Laika. The young huntress still had plenty of her own chores to attend to for her tribe. She didn't need him asking to help him with supply runs.

This was also one of the few times he emerged from the darkness into the light of the day.

It had started because he noted there had been at least one attempt made by someone long ago in the caves to survive. Not much had been there. A fishing rod near a pond that was still in good condition, a tent that aside from a spider he had to bludgeon to death inside, was still perfectly usable and the fabric, while needing a good washing, seemed to be salvageable.

It escalated into a theory if there was one like this in the caves, then was it possible there was more on the surface. As grim of a theory as it was, it had bothered him.

So, with a warning to stay safe from his wife, he set out. Traveling through a snow covered land, bundled up in a cloak made of beefalo fur found from one of the camps he had raided.

He spent a few days on the surface, mapping out the trail leading from the cave entrance to where he was now.

The camp before him had clearly seen better days. There was a tent with claw marks through it and a large fire pire that hadn't been lit in quite some time.

Robert took a deep breath before using his wrench to part the tent flap to be sure no one else was inside.

Like he had suspected, once more, it was empty. Part of him was relieved he wasn't taking from someone who might've needed it… but he also felt a bit guilty ransacking it.

It looked worse on the inside. He could see an abandoned bed roll with dark stains on it. There was a chest off to the side too.

Robert took a glance outside to once more be sure he truly was salone before digging through it.

"Hm…" He pulled out what seemed to be medical supplies. Honey poultice, a container of healing salve… He pulled out a small box, opening it to find a set of scalpels gleaming up at him.

This camp must've been home to a psychician.

Judging from how torn up this place is, I don't think he'd mind if I took these.

I may not be a doctor but I can handle basics. I can't rely on the Thulecitans to suddenly be human anatomy experts.

He gathered up the tools, taking a mental note of what else he found. He sighed a bit, shivering as the wind picked up.

Tomorrow… He decided, I'm going home to my wife.

oooooo

"Alright, I think that's the last one." Andrea sighed in relief, counting the jars in front of her.

Living down in the caves, she had gotten quite adept at canning and preserving the things that grew in her garden.

Sebastian leaned over one jar, scrunching his face up as best as he could.

"Beanssss. Yaaaaay." He hissed.

Andrea shoved him off the counter as he gave a shriek, flailing as if injured.

"Oh don't be such a terror-chick." Andrea crossed her arms, giving him a grin. Sebastian went limp, throwing his head back, letting his tongue hang out.

"Gooodbyyeee cruuueeel world. Remember meee!" He hissed. "Rose…. Bud."

Andrea clapped slowly as he jumped up, taking a bow.

"Thaaank you, thank you I'll be here all weeeek!" He scurried back up onto the table. "Screee!"

Andrea slid him the jar of beans as he looked at it as if offended. He turned his nose up at it, diving under the table into a dark corner.

"You big baby." She dropped a tea towel on top of him as he poked his nose out.

"It'ssss keeping your mind off the hubby." He replied, his tongue hanging out a little.

Andrea sighed a bit as she brought her arms around herself. She was still worried, her stomach twisting in knots sometimes when she thought of the possible dangers.

"Y-Yeah."

Sebastian nuzzled her ankle before scurrying back into his hiding place.

The door opened as a chill came through the house.

"Andrea?" Robert called as she perked up, hurrying to meet him halfway. He was shrugging off his cloak, sighing in relief at being inside their home. He looked at her with an ecstatic look. "I'm home!"

She squealed, throwing her arms around him as he spun her around, laughing before they shared a brief kiss.

"Mm… Well, that's quite the welcome." Robert chuckled, pressing his forehead against hers. He still had a chill to his skin as she shivered a bit, bringing her arms around him.

"Oh, Robbie, you're freezing! Sit, sit, by the fire!" She said before shoving him towards it as he let himself be moved.

"Yaaayyy brother in law isssss home!" Sebastian chirped, scurrying to another dark area.

"I am. Good to see you too Sebastian. Take care of Andrea while I was out?"

"Terror Beak Theater."

Robert chuckled, rubbing his hands together in front of the crackling fireplace, sighing in relief as warmth came back to them. He looked behind him to Andrea as she laid a blanket around his shoulders before sitting nearby with his bag.

"You can look through it, just be careful. I need to clean quite a bit."

Andrea peered inside. She pulled out the box of scalpels, taking a look before putting them away quickly.

"Well then."

Robert shrugged.

"While I'm not a doctor, I can pick up first aid quickly and I'd rather be able to help if something were to happen. I thought it'd be good just in case." He grinned sheepishly. "Call me overprotective but… I wanna make sure I can take care of you." He looked to Sebastian. "And you, if you ever get changed back."

"I vill NOT be your guinea pig!" Sebastian hissed.

"Guess I'll just fill in your little hidey hole."

Sebastian gasped sharply before scurrying out of the room.

"NUUUU!"

Robert chuckled, offering an arm to Andrea as she huddled close, curling up beside him. He brought an arm around her, stroking her shoulder as she slumped a bit against him.

"How've you been?" He asked, running a hand through her hair. Andrea curled up more until she was almost a ball and sharing the blanket fully with him. He adjusted it to keep it close around her.

"Cold." She retorted. "And busy. I was preserving food or making sure it stayed preserved. Laika stopped by with Sanare and helped out. It was fun." She yawned a little "Wish I wasn't so stressed though."

Robert frowned, feeling a pang of guilt.

"Oh, Andrea…"

"I worry… and my stomach was all up in knots."

"Well, I'm home now. No more knots." He ran his hand through her hair before stroking one of her ears as she let out a small purr.

"M'supposed to be taking care of you. How'd you turn this around?" She asked, her eyes closing as she nuzzled his hand.

"Because I love you." He chuckled, kissing her head before shrugging off the blanket, wrapping her up in it.

"H-hey, I still have to make dinner-EEP!" She squeaked a little when he stood and lifted her up into his arms. "Robert!"

"I'm tired too. Let's go take a nap." He yawned a bit, carrying her to their room. Andrea wasn't going to argue with that as she kissed his cheek.

He set her down before heading out of the room. She sat up, tilting her head, wondering where he was going off to. He soon appeared, munching on a piece of jerky, offering her one.

".. No thanks."

"Suit yourself." He finished his snack before laying beside her, bringing her close.

Robert was the last to drift off, unable to help but watch his wife fall asleep. He still felt like he was in a dream that he feared he might awaken from.

oooooo

Over the next month or so, life went on as normal for them in the caves. Visiting the tribe or hosting young Thulecitians in their abode for meals, Sebastian and Andrea bantering as always…

Until something felt off.

Andrea usually was up first. She would dust her crystals and meditated in the glow of her candles or scry in her crystal ball. She had a whole routine dedicated to her craft for when she first rose with the sun.

He was used to hearing her whisper or softly sing spells as she did so. But one morning… It didn't come.

Robert yawned, sitting up slowly, fumbling for his glasses. He slid them on, staring blearily at the clock he had made for them.

Andrea was beside him still, curled up on her side away from him. He shook his head, figuring maybe she had stayed up too late casting once more. Too much use of her abilities and she was exhausted.

He ran his hand through her hair, humming softly. Andrea's ear twitched before she looked up at him, exhausted. She blinked slowly at him.

"Hey you… Morning." He leaned over to kiss her head before she shook her head, pushing him away.

"No. You'll catch it." Andrea murmured, burying her face into her pillow, her response partially muffled by the action.

While she had tried to keep quiet - and her husband slept like a rock when he worked too long which he had, she had been sick all night, battling bouts of nausea between trying to get any form of sleep.

"Andrea, please tell me what's wrong." He pleaded gently. "What's going on?"

Andrea sighed into her pillow, her hair splayed across it like a curtain before rolling over to face him.

"I think I caught something. I don't want you sick either."

Robert gave her a gentle look, feeling her cheeks and head. He noted she did feel a bit warm.

"Anything else?"

"Nausea… Really, really bad nausea. Like, ate a raw green cap piece by accident levels."

Robert winced. He had been witness to that when they had been younger. He stroked her hair before getting up.

"Wait here." He said over his shoulder.

Andrea sighed, trying to make herself comfortable.

"Can you make me some tea, please?" She called.

"When I'm done."

"With what-No."

He leaned back in, a few of his new tools in hand.

"I cleaned them and I have been studying I can't very well drag a healer down here." He gave her a gentle look. "I'll be fast, promise."

Andrea sighed, nodding.

"Besides your stomach Love, anything else going on?"

"My clothes were fitting a bit weird. More snug in some places." Andrea added.

Robert nodded before listening to her abdomen, focusing on what he was hearing. Andrea watched him, concerned.

Alright, so far so good-Huh?

He blinked in confusion as he heard a new sound in particular. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sound.

It was tiny but it was so strong at the same time. A heartbeat.

"Andrea… I… I think I know what's wrong." He threw the stethoscope around his neck, a look of surprise on his face. Andrea sat up a little, giving him a worried look. "N-No, it's not bad."

"Robbie, tell me."

He rubbed the back of his neck, a grin coming to his face.

"Andrea… I heard a heartbeat." He laughed a little. "A very tiny heartbeat."

Andrea's eyes grew wide as her hands came to her mouth.

"Y-You're not kidding?"

"No! I know what that sounds like. We're… We're actually…" He brought her into his arms, peppering her head with kisses. "Oh my stars Andrea we're having a baby!"

Andrea laughed, hugging him tightly, kissing his cheek in return.

"A little baby." She wiped away a tear that threatened to fall, her eyes a bit misty. "We're… We're having a baby."

Robert nodded, his own eyes glassy.

They had wanted a family of their own, they just didn't expect it to happen quite like this.

"This is really our life… Are we ready?" She asked softly.

"I… I have no idea. But we will be." He assured her as she brought both hands over her abdomen. "And I'll make sure you both are safe."

She smiled giving a nod.

"Heh… A baby… What do you think Sebastian's gonna think of this?"

"Heh, we'll find out." He chuckled, kissing her head again. "Now, you want that tea?"

"Mm-hm. More sleep and cuddling. Food later."

Robert laid down with her, his arms around her, his hands resting over hers.

We're really gonna do this. We're going to be bringing a baby into this crazy world.

I can't wait.

[alyjojo]

20 memories & isms I love about you.

1. He sent me flowers at work. Twice 🥰

2. He left work to help me fix my tire, outside my ex’s house. Never drove on a highway before that day. (no I shouldn’t have dated the guy, but that particular Gemini is the asc degree of our composite chart, he’s the reason we ever met at all, and hubby is the reason we broke up so...lesson learned)

3. He made me eat his mom’s food. Not only that but excitedly. He’d be like “mom is making hot spaghetti and you’re gonna come over and have some”...I’d say no thx 20 times but he wasn’t hearing it. Hot spaghetti day. I felt weird having someone’s mom cook for me. She probably felt weird too tbh, but he was so over the top happy about mom, food, and me, that it didn’t seem to matter and worked out fine 😆

4. He’s so forward, and bold as hell. I’m irritatingly shy and very guarded. Literally the only way he got me was because he’d act before I could really even think about it or think myself out of it. Winners mind.

5. He moved me into his moms house. I was not ok. Not not not. My pride is...well it exists, and burns like fire whenever help is given. I will never ask in all my life and idc, feels better that way. Will gladly die first. My rotors were broken though (I could write a book just about car problems fr), I needed two and it was gonna take awhile. I’d be in the city and he’d be way out there. He’s like nah. You stay. He insisted...and I stayed. Staying was not a me thing, he changed that.

6. He gave me a baby. After all of the years I didn’t have periods, needed pills to have a normal body, all of the times I talked myself out of that sort of life altogether because I clearly didn’t have the guy (ex was not a kid guy) or the working body parts to even do that, must not be for me. First time in our new apartment, boom baby.

7. First time in our slightly bigger and nicer apartment, boom baby 2. We started actually using protection after she was born. Clearly we can.

8. He worked stupidly long hours and put up with so many people that just had no fn clue, it put a strain on everything, most of all him. When he got the offer for Indy, I pushed it. And pushed it. And pushed. May as well have pushed him right out the door, we were going, because those people suck and you’ll never get the chance to be seen while you’re doing that glorified delivery guy’s job for him. We’re going. So, we did, and he got me out of this damn state. At least once.

9. He loved getting lost with me, and it was my favorite thing. Indiana is a beautiful state and I encourage anyone to get lost there, on purpose.

10. I forgot work. He caused some serious change. Everyone else lost their job, including hubby’s favorite person ever, Jonathan. Today he’s the sole survivor of a mom and pop shop, and I’m so unbelievably proud of him. The best part though, is two of the guys from work used to come see me at my new work all the time, with all their bar bitches 😆 They were my favorite people, I was always so excited to see them. Hubby tried to get them back on, and did for one of them. And when the bigger boss needed a new smaller boss bc hubby was leaving the state, hubby fought like hell for Jonathan. Like Highlander, there can only be one *sksksksksksk* They looked at a couple and hubs was like no only Jon knows the ways of the force. They hired him back, Jon has sent him some of the sweetest thank you messages...it changed his life, and hubs still loves him very much. It’s adorable.

11. Screamy baby Shmoo, she was a screamy baby, and so very beautiful. Baby Bam was like a dream, she was the perfect baby in every way. My screamy baby Shmoo was also a perfect baby, with a pitch that could break glass and sometimes she just wanted to practice for hours. Usually I got her to bed with mama snuggles & milk, singing Alison Krauss and rocking. Sometimes though, on the roughest nights, it’d be over an hour before I’d open the door with screamy baby still in a fit, and he’d take her. He’s so warm and calm, he’d win every single time, and I’d be like...zzzzz tysm ily tyty zzzz....

12. His jokes. He’s not funny (yes he is don’t tell him). He thinks he’s funny. He jokes all day every day about everything always. The girls know when dad says something to be skeptical bc he said they gotta go outside and till the land with tiny shovels, and when I roll my eyes they know he’s full of it. What’s funnier, his mom was the kind of person that took things literally always. Every time him and his goofy dad were being sarcastic, I’d have to tell her that because they’d have her believing crazy stuff. My kids share a lot of her isms, that’s one. My son absolutely does not joke, he is quite literal (so far), and I always have to scold hubby or tell lil guy nooooo he’s kidding. I don’t talk about his silliness nearly enough and I should, that’s him ❤️

13. His relationship with his mom. His mom was always on the...I wouldn’t say weaker side, but older, regular pain, on disability. He was her BABY. Her eyes lit up like Christmas when he entered the room. She loves him so so much. His sister... You know the kind, or...just imagine, probably close. He hated it. He got his job pretty young and just kept it. Always had money, always offered to help his mom, always was like IM FINE MOM. She just wanted to do for him, and he’s always been the kind of guy that wants to do for himself. And she was so funny, she’d slip $20 into the diaper bag and tell me “don’t tell him”, putting it on me. So we’d get in the car. And I’d be like there’s $20 in the diaper bag, knowing he’s gonna be pissed if he finds it (she needs it). And he’d get it, run into the house, set it on her table, and run out the door while she ran after him hollering protests 😆 Lots of other stories too. I miss her so much, I can’t even imagine how much he must.

14. His relationship with his sister, and other whirlwind people. He’s like a rock. I’ve spent lots of time with his sister, but not at once. The one day I did, I came home and my brain was so full of her bazillion ideas and impulsive let’s do this and just one thing, opposite thing, different subject, back to the subject, hey let’s do this, omg I have an idea. I love her to death but I had to sit and just...dump my brain. Ask myself for my own input bc I’d lost wtf...what were we doing again?!? Him though? Doesn’t miss a beat. No...no...no...I’ll think about it...no...no..change subject. No issue saying no. Back then I was like thank god, girl would have me on a cruise to Aruba tomorrow with costume jewelry and black face before I could even think to protest. Not him.

15. Making up. The difference between Taurus moon and Sag moon is that Taurus moon stays mad for the rest of their lives (hello...) and Sag moon wakes up in the morning like nothing happened in the history of ever. This was something that irritated me THE MOST. Don’t make me laugh, I’m pissed at you. Over the years, it became the only way we’d talk at all sometimes. Is certainly the only reason we made up, countless times. He never stopped trying to make me smile, even if I wanted nothing to do with it.

16. Acts of Service. Is not mine, which is either words time or touch and I really can’t decide which. All. He speaks a whole other language. He will let me nap, or take the kids somewhere, he will spontaneously clean or go grocery shopping, walk the dog, mow the lawn, hang out at the birthday party. It didn’t start right away, more and more as he learned my isms. He’ll make me coffee as I’m coming down the stairs. I rarely have to ever ask for any practical thing. He knows my orders for anything, recently there’s been twice that he literally read my mind before I spoke. I try to do the same for him as much as I can, because I know that’s his language and I really appreciate him.

17. Bedroom games. The man knows my body like a map, no, an Excel spreadsheet 😭, and how to get every reaction he’s looking for. He is the only man to ever satisfy my insatiable ass. He made me a whole new person in that regard. He says the same about me. Never an issue there. It’s this far down the list cuz it’s not the most important, but it’s pretty important too so there that is.

18. We share the same goals. We judge the same way, like why did they wrap this like that it looks sketchy. We parent the same. We decide the same. We critically think and weigh ideas the same. We walk the same line in the same direction. If anything he’s too negative sometimes, but that’s his own personal thing. Can’t be full of Capricorn and not lean more toward pessimism (not “realism”) sometimes I think. If it’s worth it, I’ll try to coax him to middle ground. Sometimes it’s a battle, but only if I’m really sure. Usually, he’s right, so I just let him lead.

19. When I was pregnant with my son. Initially. It was hell. His car was trashed, mine was broken and thousands of dollars to fix (this particular car in this particular year has this and what a coincidence it was particularly my problem...cars, I’m telling ya). I was two feet out the door with his shit, but his sister’s issues led to my heart. Because her kids. I love them very much, of course they can stay here and not with some strange person hell no. I cannot describe how angry I was at him. HE strapped backpacks onto his back and walked to the nearest store. Hauled so much crap in a huge backpack and just his arms. Over the course of two months. He quit drinking. He went above and beyond to do get offer or provide anything I could even imagine. More romantic then I think I’d ever seen him before. At least...it had been some time anyway. Of course...he was lying to me. The whole time. To what extent idk. Regarding the work shit, idk. Thus the question and the dream and the crazy and the...crazy 😞 Wanted to piss me off boy he got that tenfold. His actions during this time period are 💯 why I stayed. He was clearly trying like hell to prove to me he could try, and it’s more than anyone I’ve ever known has even bothered to “bother” with. I was impressed, and proud. Respect counts for a lot more than love sometimes, and at the time I respected him.

20. He’s an amazing father. There are so many stories I couldn’t possibly write them all. Our son though, he chose daddy, right from the start. Nothing like our daughters, nor any kid I’d known. He’d scream, FOR his dad. He’d only sleep on his shoulder. Hubby held this baby for hours on end. If he didn’t baby would demand it, but it was very natural to them both. Baby wanted a bottle, and hubby to give it to him. It blew my mind. Hubby got his little teammate and together they’ve changed my life and perspective in ways I couldn’t have ever imagined.

I’ve spent so long sporadically venting on here that I don’t think I’ve ever posted the sweet things. So many great memories and daily...everything...are missing, so many years and little moments. That would take forever. Its always been my frustrations, which was the purpose. This is my heart. No matter what happens, all of these things will always be true.