#LIKE HE'S ADOPTED AND FOSTERED SO MANY OF EM ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY

[hamiltonforpowerpoint]

Javi/Boone HCs

I’ve been inspired to make moooooore! Again I just project and hope that I’m accurate. I love my bois and I just want them to be happy! (Maybe a little angsty)

What is their ship name. Will I be calling them..Joone😭 Cant they be like FireStorm. Fireworks…StormPar…FireStorm. It’s just the choices of Joone or Bavi is so….

Javi (get this bug off of me before I freak out) x Boone (did you know this is an invasive species of bug that was-) Javi (GET IT OFF)

When Javi has the time he likes to cook for the both of them. He doesn’t realize how much it means to Boone to have a meal from home

Sometimes while Boone is editing Javi will just lay his head on Boones legs.

Boone first name is something that so doesn’t fit him but it’s nothing crazy. Javi laugh when he find outs but he’s not laughing when Boone catches him drawing it in his book

When Javi first joined the Wranglers the audience weren’t…the nicest. They loved Kate but would call him The Enemy. While Boone didn’t like it he knew that haters were gonna hate and as long as Javi wasn’t getting exposed to it it was fine. That was until a couple of “fans” got a little bold and basically bullied Javi in person. Boone. Raised. Hell

Boone believes in aliens. Javi does not. He does humor Boone without putting him down.

FinnPoe Javi x Boone couple costume

Boone knows ppl judge him by his personality. He learned a long time ago not to let it bother him. He absolutely sheds a few tears the first time Javi defends him.

They start to partner up during video games and Lily and Dani are like “you stealing our gaming partner huh Storm Par”

Reactions are vast. Dexter is surprised but takes it in stride. Lily clocked Boone crush the minute they saw Storm Par. She’s happy for them. She also told Dani so she’s not surprised either. Both are going to use this as leverage for days

Tyler and Kate were a unique case. Javi thought that Tyler views of him were unsavory (even after saving his life) and Boone could see the unrequited love of Kate so both were a sore subject. How do you tell your best friend your dating their partners best friend. It’s scary

Tyler finds out first. His first reaction is “what the hell” Both are super nervous but Boone is happy he doesn’t have to keep it hidden. Funny enough Tyler is hurt bc he thinks Boone thought he would be homophobic. Boone laughs in his face. After some heart to heart they both feel a bit better. Boone also urges him to talk to Javi

“Tyler I really like Javi and I think he really likes me. Its a relief you know but he really thinks you hate em man. Think you could talk it out” (I know he doesn’t exactly talk like that but lets believe)

Kate is more bumpy than smooth. She doesn’t understand and in trying to be protective she comes off as unsupportive(NOT IN A HOMOPHOBIC WAY) It ends up being another emotional “argument” where they lay out all their shit out (the 5 yr gap, Kate saying he doesn’t understand, Tyler behavior, etc)

After many many many tears it’s all out there. Apologizes go all around and hugs are given. Then ofc Kate corny as goes “so Boone huh”

Kate/Tyler and Javi/Boone try one double date and they’re like nah. They still hang out but refuse to act like it’s double dating. They are just friends who happen to be in pairs

You are not beating their ass in any physical event. Javi can match Boone energy if need be and he will bc he’s secretly competitive

Javi has a potty mouth in bed. He will say some shit you would never expect to come from his mouth

ABO: Alpha Boone/Omega Javi (or Omega x Omega for my real folks)

I think they would have a kid/kids. If they stopped chasing I could see them fostering. I definitely see them adopting on kid. I know this is such a tired hc but I can really see them going for an older kid. Boone would understand that all kids even the older ones deserve a loving guardian. Javi would want to be there for any kid who needs him. Give them the opportunity to do something great

T4T FireStorm or Trans Javi

Now don’t jump me but Seahorse dad Javi. Just think about it 😞

Karaoke couple

Javi loves Boone but his tolerance for his music taste is…thin

Boone loves Javi hair and Javi loves his arms. They both mourn when it’s covered up with a hat or sleeve

The Wrangles already on thin ice with Scott (being civil bc Javi asked them too) but Boone secretly hates him a unrational amount

Javi provides a road to Storm Par and Wranglers being more friends

The SP Bros actually give Boone a talk while the Wrangles do the same to Javi (instead it’s more like he’s so down bad for you pls pls don’t hurt him)

First major anniversary Boone definitely does a private firework show

Your Spiderman fixation matches my Spiderman fixation 🥺

Boone is old comic Peter Parker while Javi is gameverse/Spiderverse miles morales

Boone loves trashy tv. He’s slowly “convinced” (bullied) Javi into sitting down for an episode or two. Now Javi is hooked

First to add each other on games like Pokémon Go and Pikman

Boone tried to share his Animal Crossing island with Javi and just couldn’t.

Javi is scared of horror movies but Boone always convinces him to watch the newest one

That’s all I could churn out now. I’m sure I’ll do some more later. Hope you enjoyed :)

[truempathy]

will has adopted several dozen dogs over his lifetime --- around thirty, in total. he’s cared for even more. he doesn’t keep every dog he finds. the cuter, younger ones -- puppies, popular breeds like golden retrievers and black labs, and the very rare purebreed -- he finds homes for. people are really eager to adopt puppies, especially cute ones. they’re easy to find homes for. but the older dogs, the ones who aren’t as cute, the mutts ... the chances of someone else in the world adopting them over the twelve week golden lab they see in the shelter is slim to none. those, the lesser appreciated dogs, are the ones will adopts. lesser appreciated by others, yes, but not less loved. not by will, anyway.

in total, will has cared for (adopted, fostered, or saved) around eighty dogs.

he’s pretty well known in shelters in his area of virginia. a lot of dogs means a lot of time at the vet, at the shelter, at the pound. it’s a lot of money, too, but will hardly has a.) a significant other b.) a child or c.) any expensive tastes, so he figures the money he earns from his time at the fbi should go to something. and what better than animals? they’re kind, they’re compassionate, they love unconditionally. they don’t kill other dogs or humans for the fun of it. they don’t enjoy bloodshed. they don’t hate. not unless they’re forced to. not like humans do.

will doesn’t have a real family, but he considers his dogs his family. they’re a part of his life, and he’s hard pressed to give any one of them up. he can’t stand animal abusers, and he can’t see himself with anyone who can’t see themselves living with seven plus dogs. his dogs -- the pack, as he likes to call them -- are a rowdy bunch, lively and excitable but not overly loud. they consist of the following dogs :

WINSTON.  winston is an australian shepherd and cattle dog mix. will was on his way back from baltimore, maryland  -- consulting with jack on the minnesota shrike case for the very first time -- when he found winston walking on the road by himself. he assumes winston was abandoned by his previous family. left behind when they moved, probably. winston was friendly enough -- but wasn’t interested in hanging around will until he came back with treats. like he had somewhere to be. someone to find. he eventually got winston in his car, washed him (he was dirty, but will was surprised -- and a little charmed -- to find a lot of the spots he thought was old dirt were just fur markings), and introduced him to the rest of the pack. winston is the newest addition to his family, and the most responsible of the bunch. doesn’t bark out of turn, doesn’t mow over newcomers, and keeps the other dogs in line when they get too excitable. very sweet, very calm, very friendly. intuitive, too. he keeps closest to will out of all of them, especially when he senses will is upset or when he’s woken up from a nightmare.

BAXTER. a border collie, he’s very protective of will. he tends to be the first line of defense when it comes to will’s safety --- he’s very friendly to strangers, but his instinct is the sharpest out of the entire pack, and baxter can easily tell whenever someone’s around or something is on will’s property. he’s got the sharpest nose too, and is always the first to know when will’s getting food -- for the dogs, or for will himself. he’s the beggar of the bunch, and likes to sleep on will’s bed at night. and at day. whenever he can, really. baxter was the first out of the seven that will has now, and will found him alone in an alleyway when baxter was just a couple of weeks old. he wouldn’t have made it if will hadn’t dropped everything right then and there to help him, and even though will was supposed to be out of boston that night, he changed his mind and made reservations in a motel for the next week to stay close by after he brought baxter in to the vet. no owner was ever found, given baxter’s young age, and will quickly claimed baxter for his own, filling out the appropriate paperwork. eventually baxter recovered, got a clean bill of health, and was on his way back with will when he was strong and old enough to make the journey. baxter was will’s baby from the beginning, and will loves his dogs equally, but he’s a bit more lenient when it comes to baxter.

BUSTER.  a jack russell terrier who kept breaking out of the animal shelter whenever it was time for his walk, buster escaped one day and no one caught him in time, and no one was able to find him once he’d run off and out of sight. will did later that night, after buster knocked down one of his trash cans and trapped himself inside of it. will took him in, and it was pretty difficult to catch buster again even in the comfort of his own home with how quick the little guy ran, and how he excited the rest of the dogs and made them a bunch of running, jumping bodies. he called shelter the next morning, and they were wholly unsurprised to hear someone had found buster, if a little relieved. it made will pretty curious, enough to ask if this happened often. they said yes, that he’d been there for a few months already and no one’s looked at him. he wasn’t a puppy anymore after all no matter how he acted like it, and wasn’t cute enough. it was all will needed to hear, and he adopted buster that afternoon, whose name had originally been ronnie. will figured buster was more of an accurate title, because of how he likes to bust out of places whenever there’s a door open. buster’s super excitable and super loud. and, to will’s surprise, it wasn’t lola the chihuahua who had the napoleon complex, but buster.

JACK.  jack is an american pitbull / terrier mix. his story is, unfortunately, not a very surprising one for the breed, will knows. will found jack abandoned and tied to a pole, dirty and dehydrated. it was out of the way enough, in a rural area where not a lot of foot or car traffic came through, and the empty plastic bowl with dried dog chow a couple of feet away made will think that it wasn’t by accident that jack was left here. despite jack’s hunger and thirst, he didn’t bite when will offered him water or food, and it didn’t take long for will to see jack had a collar and tag on him. will brought him back home after spending some time bonding and getting jack to relax around him, but even then on the ride hom jack was very quiet and reserved. he flinched a little when will got too close at first too. will called the number on the tag when he got back to his house in wolf trap, and got in touch with the owners fairly quickly. the owners were surprised to hear about jack at first, before they became extremely hedgy and evasive when will asked about jack. they claimed jack had run off, that they’d tried looking for him at first but eventually gave up when they couldn’t find him.

will didn’t mention the leash jack was on that was tied to the pole, or the empty container of food. neither did they. instead, he asked why they gave up so quickly, and they said it was because jack had become increasingly aggressive, and they figured someone would find him if they couldn’t and bring him to the pound. we probably should have seen it coming, they claimed, he is a pitbull after all. maybe it was for the best. it was hard to ignore the implications of that statement, and the reality of what had happened to jack. so will asked if they were going to pick him up, because he had him right there, and wasn’t surprised when they made excuses, saying they had children, and they didn’t want a pitbull around their kids. jack was next to him the entire time, quiet, shy, but not barking or biting or snarling at will even as he ran a gentle hand down his back.

the next day, will went to the shelter, told them the story, and got jack checked out and vaccinated. jack was a total angel, if a bit shy and skittish. will called the owners again, and after a bit of discussion (he may or may not have let slip he was an fbi agent after they hemmed and hawwed about doing it because of the legal repercussions), he was able to get them to legally give up jack, and will became the his rightful and legal owner. he also made a call to the aspca, telling them what happened, making sure what the owners did would go on record legally. it’s been a couple of years since then, and jack is now energetic and loving towards will and the other dogs, if a little shy around other strangers. he tends to be at the back of the pack when new people are over, but his demeanor is hard to ignore or mistake for anything other than what it is: happiness.

HARLEY.  a white german shepherd mix with brown markings, harley is a sweet girl and a little on the older side given her eight years. she was given up by her owners, but not without a lot of heartache. they loved her fiercely, and it showed in her sweet demeanor. they were sad to see her go, but knew it was for the best since they couldn’t care for her anymore, and didn’t want her to go to a pound or a shelter. they both knew because of her age that she wouldn’t be adopted. so when they saw will walking his five dogs, they were surprised but charmed, and talked to him despite his quiet and awkward demeanor. eventually they brought the subject of harley up, hoping he’d adopt her from them, and he was more than happy to oblige. after all, what was one more dog to the pack? he had the money, he had the time, and he had the space. harley adjusted well after whining and mourning for her previous owners, but the good company she had kept her spirits up, and it didn’t take too long for her to adjust and fit in. she’s a notorious jumper, jumping when it’s feeding time and whenever they go outside, and is great at frisbee and catch.

BONNIE.  bonnie is a bichon-frise with brown overtones. like harley, she’s a bit on the older side, being seven years old. she’s tail wagger extraordinaire, and usually wags her tail so much when she’s being pet or whenever will comes home that her entire back half of her body moves with it. will adopted her when he went to the shelter one day with another dog he’d found (this time, the owners took them back, they were worried sick and mortified that their dog got lost, but eternally thankful that will found them). will saw her -- heard her, more like -- because while there were tons of dogs in the shelter, she barked the loudest, and practically knocked herself into a wall with how hard she wagged her tail at the sight of him. the tail wagging only grew stronger when he approached her. susan -- one of the workers there who’d grown to know will well because of how often he comes in with dogs -- told him bonnie had been here for a couple of weeks, after being transferred in from another shelter. she hadn’t been adopted in a year, but had managed to avoid euthanasia because she was transferred. will adopted her right then and there. bonnie might not be a puppy, but she’s still young at heart. she’s very loud and energetic, barks a lot and tries to push her way to the front of the pack when its feeding time or when someone new comes around.

LOLA.  lola is a chihuahua terrier mix. she has a massive underbite, and pretty wispy hair. she’s definitely not the cutest dog on the planet, and everyone knew it. the shelter especially. will was surprised to hear from them -- considering they were all the way in maryland, and he’d never been to their shelter before. but as soon as they mentioned they were a kill shelter, he knew why. they told him that susan had called them, and mentioned him to them. the shelter susan was from was full -- they couldn’t take any more strays or new dogs, but if lola wasn’t adopted soon, she wouldn’t be adopted, ever. susan, the shelter, and will all knew that lola wouldn’t be adopted before the grace period was up. it didn’t take much convincing from there for will to agree to make the drive to maryland, and he did. it took him around four hours to get to the shelter - an extra thirty minutes than it should have been when he got lost - but he got there, and when he saw lola, he could understand why people would look past her in favor for the prettier dogs. she snuffled pretty loudly too, but will found it cute. she curled up in his lap easily when he approached her and pet her, and fell asleep fast, head tucked over his hand and nose pressed to his knuckles. will made sure that the next time she went asleep, it would be surrounded by five other dogs. it took some acclimation, but not a lot, and eventually lola fit in with the rest of the pack like she’d always been there. 

his dogs are all incredibly well trained, a reflection of the time, care and love that will put into raising them, keeping them fed and loved and safe. it only takes a sharp whistle and a click of the tongue from will to quiet them down when they start getting rowdy, and despite the open property with nothing to fence them in, they know better than to run off. ( other than the occasional bust-out from buster, that is. )  they’re incredibly friendly to all, to a fault really ---- they’re the worst kinds of guard dogs, even if they have keen senses and can sense when something is on will’s property. they don’t bite, even intruders, and are notoriously easy to win over with food and love. 

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

A Place To Call Home: Oh Baby

Summary: The reader and TJ decide to have their first baby together and the experience is anything but simple...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 3,600ish

Warnings: language, pregnancy, pregnancy/delivery scare

A/N: Enjoy!

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“Hey,” you said, rubbing TJ’s bare back in bed after he’d gotten Allie down for bed. He groaned happily as you gave him a massage, sinking further into the mattress. “You’re rocking this dad thing you know.”

“Back at ya mom,” he laughed. “You really think so? Cause I’m scared shitless half the time.”

“Same. But she’s happy and healthy and safe. We must be doing something right,” you said. He patted your leg and you slid off of him, TJ rolling to his side and wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you down. “What are you thinking, handsome?”

“I noticed you haven’t taken any birth control this week,” he said. 

“We said we’d talk tonight about it. I wanted to be prepared,” you said. He brushed his hand over your cheek and your whole body felt warm at the touch. “This is way off base of our plan for kids. We can totally wait if you want to.”

“We could. But we said way back when we talked about this that when we had kids, we wanted to keep them not too many years apart. Allie will be more than two by the time we have one. I know our plans got changed completely when she came into the picture.”

“Well, the original plan was two of our own and then when they were in their teens, we’d look at adoption for number three. What do you think?” you asked.

“I think it doesn’t matter what our plan is today. It’ll probably change in some way. It already did,” he said.

“Do you want to make a baby?” you asked. 

“Yeah,” he said softly, sliding his hand down to your stomach. “I can’t imagine how adorable of a child you would make. Let’s start trying. Allie deserves a brother or sister.”

“Are you sure? We could wait until your student loan is paid off,” you said.

“Did I not tell you?” he asked. You shook your head and he smirked. “Work pays off my loan for me as long as I stay there.”

“Where’s the money in the budget for your loan going then?” you asked.

“It’s still student loan but it’s for Allie or kids to use. We got plenty and you got your raise and-”

“Raise? I didn’t get a raise.”

“Jensen said just the other night…oh I wasn’t supposed to tell you that,” he said.

“I’m getting a raise?” you asked. 

“Yeah. Like a big one. For how you’ve been stepping up lately,” he said. “Don’t let it out that I said something.”

“I won’t. So we can afford another kid, we have the time, the energy, Allie’s a good age...sounds like we got our ducks in a row,” you said. 

“Wanna make a baby?” he smirked. “And then love it forever and ever?”

“Fuck yes I do,” you said. “Now get naked and let’s have some fun.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Six Weeks Later

“Want me to write down anything else for the grocery store?” asked TJ as you sipped on some coffee while Allie ate part of a waffle at the breakfast table. “I haven’t bought pads or tampons in a while. You’re probably running low.”

“Yeah, you can…” you said, staring at him. “I haven’t had my period TJ. I’m two weeks late.”

“I’ll get a pregnancy test,” he said, a cautious smile on his face.

“Yeah. I’ll call the doctor, see if I can get an appointment in soon,” you said.

“I’ll be back as quick as I can,” he said. 

“Momma, waffle,” asked Allie from her high seat, opening her hand up, her plate wiped clean.

“Sure thing, honey,” you said, TJ flashing you a quick smile before he was gone.

“Hey babe,” you said half an hour later into the phone. “You still at the store?”

“Heading for checkout now. Want me to pick up-”

“I just got my period,” you said. “Just now.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” you said. “We can do the test to make sure, like triple make sure and I still have an appointment for the afternoon.”

“Okay,” he said, sounding a little off.

“We only tried that one night,” you said. “And we weren’t really even trying. We were having more fun with not using a condom for the first time than actively trying really.”

“True. We got a little carried away,” he said, his hand rubbing the back of his neck and his cheeks sporting a light blush if you had to guess. “Do you want to like, really try?”

You turned your head and saw Allie sticking some pads to herself where she sat on the bathroom floor and you smiled.

“For some crazy reason, yes, yes I do. Also, I need more pads. Allie’s playing with them,” you said.

“Alright. I’ll pick up something special for dinner,” he said. “Love you.”

“Love you too, babe.”

Three Months Later

“Another beer?” asked your dad as he stood up from your back patio. 

“I can get it,” you said, TJ handing you his empty, Allie passed out on his chest from where the three of you sat around the fire. “I want a snack anyways.”

You ruffled his head and wandered inside, your dad following you in to use the bathroom. You took out a beer and set it on the counter before you opened the freezer and pulled out a pint of ice cream.

“Someone’s got a sweet tooth lately,” he said. He took out a beer for himself and cracked it open, smiling at you. “Been awhile since I’ve seen you have a drink. Not that you did a lot but the empty calories line doesn’t seem so convincing at the moment considering the tub of cookie dough in your hand.”

“You think I’m pregnant?” you laughed. He shrugged and you shook your head. “No way. Just been trying to eat healthier. TJ ate most of this anyways.”

“You’re really not?” he asked.

“No. When’s mom and everybody come home again? Tomorrow? TJ and I wanted to have everybody over for dinner,” you said.

“Sounds good,” he said. You stuck your head around him, looking at TJ outside. “What’s up?”

“Okay I kinda want your opinion on something. I got a present for TJ’s birthday but I’m not sure if he’ll like it,” you said.

“What is it?” he asked. You left and ducked into your office, smiling to yourself but wiping it off your face by the time you returned. You held out a box to him, your dad opening it up. He looked confused as he held up a pair of blue sneakers. 

Very small blue sneakers.

It took him a second but soon he was staring at you, a funny look on his face you remembered seeing on your wedding day.

“Liar,” he grinned.

“I know,” you said, getting a big hug from him. 

“You’re gonna have a little boy,” he said, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“That’s what the sonogram said. You’re the first person we’ve told. We wanted to wait a few months to make sure everything was okay before we said something.”

“How far along are you?” he asked as he peeled away, staring at your stomach.

“About three months. We found out the sex earlier this week,” you said. “You can touch, it’s okay.”

“I didn’t realize you guys were trying,” he said. He put a careful hand on your stomach, smiling to himself. “You made a baby.”

“We wanted Allie’s sibling to be close in age. We only like actually tried once. We were kind of surprised it happened so fast,” you said.

“Does it feel any different than Allie? It’s not like you’re a parent for the first time again but I imagine it’s got to be a little different,” he said, pulling his hand away.

“Obviously this time I’m actually going to be the one having him but I don’t know, it doesn’t feel that different.”

“Good,” he said, smiling still. “These two are gonna grow up and not even think about who was adopted and who wasn’t.”

“TJ thinks he’s gonna have his black hair.”

“He could. Boys are a spitting image of their fathers sometimes,” he said. “A little boy. He’s gonna grow up just fine with you and TJ.”

“Do you have any advice for boys?” you asked.

“Love him the same as you love Allie. Teach him boys can love and cry and feel their feelings and to help others and he’ll turn out to be just as good a man as TJ.”

“You’re not half bad either,” you said with a smirk.

“I could have been better, especially when I was younger.”

“Dad, you were shy. Mom’s told me stories. You’ve always been good. I know you feel stuff, you just like to process it inside and on your own sometimes, like me. Look at Zepp. What other boy do you know that talks to his dad about stuff the way you guys do?”

“Oh I could name a few,” he said.

“You’re doing good is all I’m saying cause you’re good. We just hope he’s kind and good too,” you said.

“Love ‘em and the rest of it pretty much works out on its own,” he said. “Oh. Changing diapers? Cover them at all times. Like every single time. You’re gonna get pissed on a lot more with a boy, especially in the face.”

“Oh god, dad,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Just being honest,” he chuckled. “Not much difference though.”

“As long as he’s happy, I’m good,” you said. “Are you...surprised? Happy? None of the above?”

“You are a kickass mom. I can’t quite describe it but yeah, let’s just say I’m happy,” he said. “I’m so happy for you both and to have another munchkin around. I’m proud of you, kiddo.”

“Thanks,” you said. “Second one should be easier, right?”

“Should. It’s your first time pregnant though. I’m sure we’re gonna run into some fun things for sure.”

Five Months Later

“Hey dad,” you said, giving him a wave in the parking lot. He smiled and you walked over before you headed off into the park with him. 

“How’s work going?” he asked. “All ready to go out next week?”

“You know most people don’t take the month off before their due date,” you said.

“Most people don’t work for mom and dad,” he chuckled. “You’re covered. I see you back at that brewery for anything more than a beer run and we’re gonna have problems.”

“I know, grumpy. I’m good. Well, I was until I was driving over here to walk and my stomach started killing me,” you said. He stopped and you walked ahead of him. “What? You forget your phone or something? We can-”

“Fucking shit,” he said. He grabbed you and you made a face as he walked you quickly back over to his car. 

“Dad, what-”

“There’s blood dripping down your leg,” he said, not even bothering with his seat belt before he was backing out and speeding away. You glanced down, a small thin streak drying on your skin. You reached under your shorts and felt more wetness, a pit forming in your stomach. “Y/N, are you listening to me?”

“What?” you said as he ran through a red light.

“I said you need to call TJ right now and tell him to meet us at County West. You’re having the baby right now.”

“S’not supposed to be bleeding,” you said quietly. 

“I know. On the bright side, it could just be a little tear and that’s what it is and you and the baby are perfectly fine.”

“When has my life ever been on the fucking bright side,” you said. “Something’s wrong isn’t it.”

Your dad hit a few buttons on the wheel before the sound of ringing filled the air.

“Sup, Jensen?” said TJ.

“County West. The baby is coming. Move your ass now,” said your dad before he hung up.

“Oh, I’m completely not worried now,” you said. You shut your eyes and by the time you opened them, you were parked and the drivers door was open. Your dad ran over to the entrance and said something, somebody coming out with a stretcher. You rolled your eyes but let a few nurses and a doctor you were guessing move you on top of it.

“How far along?” asked the doctor.

“I’m-” you said, throwing your head back when pain shot across your abdomen. You screamed, a bit surprised at yourself honestly and suddenly were inside, your dad talking a mile a minute to the people that were rushing you down the hall.

“Y/N, I’m Dr. Astle. Are you having contractions?” she asked.

“I don’t…” you said, shouting again when pain hit you. “Gah, it’s not supposed to hurt that bad, right?”

“No, it’s not,” she said. You kicked when you felt it happening again, your dad grabbing your hand and using his other to run over your head. 

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “The doctor’s are gonna fix you and the baby up like that.”

“We need to do an emergency C-section,” said Dr. Astle as you realized your shorts had been cut off.

“Dad don’t look that way,” you said.

“You and me right here,” he said with a smile. “You’ll be fine. You’ll be just fine. Just breathe.”

“TJ needs to be here,” you said. 

“Tall munchkin I don’t think they can wait,” he said.

“They’re gonna wait over my-” you said, a flop of sweaty black hair running past the room. “TJ!”

“Hey!” he said as he jogged back to the doorway. “Are-holy shit. That’s a lot of blood.”

“TJ, up here,” said your dad. 

“We need somebody from maternity, Dr. Astle,” said a nurse.

“Baby and mom do not have the time. You’re the husband?” asked the doctor, TJ nodding. “If mom passes out, you’re calling the shots.”

“Please don’t pass out,” said TJ.

“I’ll try…” you said, something tearing inside and you were out before you could even register the pain.

You woke up in a quiet room, your dad sitting in a chair and bouncing his leg like crazy. You tried to stretch and felt your abdomen was flatter, hand instantly shooting to it. You looked around but saw no sign of TJ or a baby and swallowed.

“Dad,” you said quietly. His head shot up and he was out of his chair like that. 

“Hey. How you feeling?” he asked.

“Is the baby…” you swallowed.

“He is a perfectly healthy boy. Big boy. Your due date was off by a couple weeks they think. You were over nine months. He got a little too big for ya. The placenta started to tear and he was kicking at it they think which is why you were in so much pain,” he said.

“Okay,” you said with a big smile. “As long as he’s good, I’m good.”

“He’s up in the nursery with TJ, just letting him get some rest while you got some. You had some pain but you’re okay. Perfectly capable of more kids. Maybe we use a different doctor next time is all,” he said.

“Can I go see him?” you asked, surprised to not feel a bandage across your stomach. “I thought they did a C-section?”

“Well, you passed out pushing him out in one go. Doc said you’d be sore for awhile,” he said. “Let me go see if I can find your boys.”

“Dad,” you said as he turned to go. “Did I do that?”

You nodded to his bruised hand and he shrugged.

“Let’s just say in labor you is kind of terrifying,” he said. 

“Dad,” you said and he sat on the edge of the bed. “Thank you. I was freaking out before.”

“Little secret, I was freaking out more,” he said with a chuckle. “You, you were just thinking about the baby. Me, me I was thinking about the baby and you. Understand?”

“Yeah. Go get me my son, old timer,” you said, shutting your eyes again.

“Yes mam,” he said, rubbing your arm. “You did real good today, kiddo.”

“I’m getting a letter later, aren’t I,” you said. He laughed and felt him ruffle your hair.

“I’ll save it for when you guys head home. Nothing’s gonna top this,” he said. You heard the door open and opened your eyes, TJ walking inside with a bundle of blankets in his arms.

“You’re kind of a badass, you know that right?” he said.

“It’s why you married me, isn’t it?” you teased. “I want to meet him.”

“I told you I’d bring you back around to see mommy,” he said. Your dad slipped out as TJ sat on the edge of the bed and handed you over your son. You giggled when you saw the black head of hair under his blue cap. “Told you he’d have my hair.”

“It’s a good thing your daddy is pretty,” you said, booping his little nose. “How’d you get here so fast?”

“I was at work. I took the stairs and then sprinted over. The hospital’s only a few blocks away,” he said.

“Why are you in scrubs?” you laughed.

“May or may not have ripped my pants in the said sprinting. Your mom is gonna bring me some clothes when she comes up. Somebody had to go and be all dramatic with his entrance,” he said.

“Dad said the doctor got my due date wrong,” you said.

“Based on my math, you actually did get pregnant that first night we fooled around. Your period was super light when you had it and the doctor did say some people can have them during pregnancy, especially at the beginning if…”

“Dude. I know how it works,” you said. “He’s cute.”

“I know. There’s a couple of really ugly babies down the hall. We got lucky,” he said. You laughed and the baby looked up at you, quickly shutting his eyes. “Someone’s smitten.”

“He’s not the only one,” you said. “You ever decide on a boy’s name?”

“What do you think about Colin? I know it wasn’t on the list but-”

“It’s perfect,” you said, giving the baby a kiss. “Just like you, aren’t you Colin.”

One Week Later

“Dad,” you said when you caught him peeking over the back of the couch again. “He didn’t wake up in the span of the last three seconds you weren’t looking at him.”

“Your father’s in love,” laughed your mom as she set a bag of takeout down in front of you. “I got tacos, burritos, quesadillas, nachos and brisket per your request.”

“Mmm,” you said, TJ reaching his hand into the bag. You stared up at him and he slowly backed away. “That’s what I thought.”

“TJ, yours is in with the other containers,” she said, setting a few containers down on the counter. Your siblings all grabbed one and took off to the movie room, JJ taking Allie up with them and your mom and TJ wandering into the kitchen and talking quietly. Your dad was still looking over the back of the couch and smiling down into the crib. 

“He awake?” you asked.

“No. Just adorable,” he said. 

“Well get dinner grandpa,” you said, reaching over to the end table for your drink and pausing. You shut your eyes and felt it pass, your dad suddenly right there and helping you to your feet. “Thanks.”

“Still sore?”

“Oh yeah,” you said. You sat up at the counter, grabbing a taco first and taking a big bite. “I’ve been dying for one of these for months.”

“Hopefully the spice doesn’t bother you too much,” he said, stealing a nacho from your bag. He looked over at the crib, Colin making a half-giggle sound. “Kiddo. Do me a favor.”

“What?” you asked.

“Enjoy it. They grow up faster than you think,” he said.

“I know,” you said. He nodded and you saw him look sad for a split second. “Dad?”

“Hm?”

“Just cause I made a baby doesn’t mean I’m not your kid anymore,” you said. “Based on how you are, I’ll never grow up so win-win for you.”

“Loser,” he said, ruffling your hair with a smile before he took your burrito. “Speaking of which, I was gonna prank the trio once they start watching scary movies later. You in?”

“Duh,” you said.

“That’s my girl.”

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A/N: Read the Jensen’s Day timestamp here!