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buckyscrystalqueen · 7 years ago

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One Night at Hellcat Annie’s: Part 2

Pairings: Seb x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, kidnapping, drug use, child neglect (not done by reader or Seb) Just read the story to understand..

Word Count: 5,508

Part 1

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~~~~~~ 2 MONTHS OLD ~~~~~~~

“Look at my little handsome man. Are you daddy’s big boy?” Seb cooed as he did his daily push ups over Ryan. Your son giggled away as your boyfriend made faces at him all throughout his workout.

“Are you sure you want me to come with you? I feel so ridiculous in this dress.” You said as you walked out of the bedroom you now shared. Instead of paying two rents and being away from the two people he loved, he moved you and Ryan in with him. Seb looked up at you and paused, mid push up.

“Whoa! Damn, cookie, you look amazing.” You blushed and looked down at the unzipped floor length, simple red dress he had bought you to wear to the New York premiere of some movie one of his Marvel co-stars was in.

“Stop it. This thing just barely fits the little mom belly when its closed.” You heard him laugh as he went back to finishing his mini work-out.

“Shut up, you know you’re beautiful.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you leaned against the door frame to watch. Seb had proved to be an amazing father, bending over backwards to do anything and everything above and beyond what you would have expected. He melted your heart more and more each and every day.

As quietly as you could, you walked over to the dresser and grabbed your iPad. You pulled up the camera and hit ‘record’ as Seb moved his legs together and lowered himself into a plank position.

“Look at that. Think we can do a whole two minutes today?” He said as he lowered his head slightly so his long ‘Winter Soldier’ hair would hand in Ryan’s face. With a chuckle, he shook his head, tickling his son’s face with his hair as your baby boy laughed and tried to grab at the dark locks. You didn’t want to ever leave little moments like this.

“We gotta get going, super soldier.” You said softly as you turned off the little video on snapped a picture. Seb looked up at you through his eye lashes.

“Now I don’t want to go.” He teased with a glance at the clock. With a groan, he lowered his knees to the ground and picked up Ryan. “I have an idea. We’ll smuggle him in. Quick, lift up your dress; we’ll hide him there.”

“Yea, right. He came out of there once at 8 pounds. He’s definitely not going back up at 12 pounds. You’re getting him all sweaty!” You joked as you took your son away from his dad with a pout. He shrugged as he kissed your cheek.

“Boys are supposed to be sweaty. It’s a boy thing.” You rolled your eyes as you wiggled out of the top of your dress to feed your son before you finished your hair.

“And it’s a girl thing to worry about her boys being sweaty.” You tilted your head to the side with a sigh to watch Seb peel off his gym shorts and boxers to get in the shower. You let out the tiniest of moans and licked your lips. “Damn, baby. That’s right, take it all off.” You heard him laugh out loud over the sound of the shower kicking on.

“Don’t start that shit, cookie or I’ll drag you in here with me.”

“I’ll pretend I won’t enjoy it when you do.”

——

“I feel like we’re abandoning him.” You said as you watched your AA friend, Stacy wave Ryan’s hand to you and Seb in the town car from the window as you pulled away from the curb. You watched Seb nod in agreement as both your heads turned slowly too keep your brownstone in view as long as possible.

“I know. But I have to go to work and I want my girl by my side.” With a smile, you squeezed his hand and turned around in your seat to look at him as the car turned the corner away from your house.

“That’s sweet… but are you sure…”

“Yes, I am sure that I want you with me and yes, I am sure that Ryan will be fine for the few hours we will be gone.” He interrupted as he brushed a loose, decorative strand of hair back behind your ear with a smile and cupped your jaw with his hand. “Relax, cookie. It’s one night.” With a heavy sigh, you leaned into his touch.

“It’s funny. I used to be so nervous with the paparazzi. Now, I could care less about them and I’m a thousand times more nervous about being away from my kid.” Seb smiled as he lightly brushed his thumb across your cheek.

“Fun being a parent and dating a movie star, right?”

“Oh yea, because you’re Mr. Calm, cool and collected yourself right now.” You teased as you rested your hand on his leg. “You tell novels with your eyes alone, pun’kin and you know it.” He smiled as he laced his fingers with yours on his lap.

“I know I do. But everything is going to be just fine.” You gave him a small nod as he leaned over and gave you a chaste kiss.

“Alright, I trust you. Now, what is this movie about again?”

~~~~~~~~~~~

“So what did you think of your first red carpet?”

“That was actually a lot of fun.” You sighed as you leaned into Seb’s side on the way home late that night. “Lot quieter than I expected.” He laughed as he kissed your forehead and draped his arm over your shoulders.

“That was a small premiere compared to a Marvel premiere. Just you wait.” A small, tired smile spread across your lips.

“Yea, we’ll I’m smuggling the baby in for those. I miss him.” He nodded in agreement as his fingertips danced lazily up and down your bare arm.

“So do I.” The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as the driver meandered through Manhattan traffic. You let your eyes fall closed for a couple minutes; nights where you weren’t passed out by nine were super late to you now. Before you knew it, Seb was gently kissing you awake. “I vote we go get little man and fall asleep.” He said softly as he opened the door. You hummed in response as you sat up and stretched. Your feet ached in your shoes as you followed him up the stairs, hand in hand.

“Stacy. We’re back.” You called out softly as you stepped into the foyer. You sighed as you kicked off your heels and headed into the house. The hairs on your arms and neck stood on end as you looked around the empty living room. The normally toy covered room was missing at least half of its toys. Your eyes darted to the open kitchen, where the bottles you had washed before you left were now gone.

“RYAN!” You screamed as you ran toward his nursery; tripping over your dress as dread ripped through you. Seb made it to the door before you; throwing it open with a bang. Your knees buckled as you looked at the empty crib and you gripped on the door frame to keep yourself upright. “Check the bedroom.” You gasped as your whole body started shaking. “Please be in the bedroom.”

“Ryan!” Sebastian shouted as he ran to your room a few feet away. Tears filled your eyes and you jumped as the bedroom door slammed against the wall. “GODDAMN IT!” You let out a gut wrenching ‘no’ and sank to the floor as your heart was pulverized. Tears poured down your cheeks as Sebastian called the cops; screaming and sobbing into the phone.

“My baby…” You sobbed as you crawled toward the crib. You reached between the slats and grabbed the blue blanket that had been left behind. You pulled it toward you as you leaned up against the crib. You closed your eyes and held it to your face as Seb collapsed in the doorway to the room. The sound of both of your tears was briefly interrupted by the sound of his fist colliding with the door as pain beyond anything you could imagine crushed your souls.

——

“…and how long have you know Stacy?” You heaved a sigh from where you and Seb were sitting on the nursery floor, smoking out the window; a fan blowing the smoke out the window so the smoke went out of the room.

“Since I moved to New York.” You told the third detective and eight and ninth police officer for what felt like the hundredth time that night. “I met her in AA. We were sponsored by the same woman.” You ran your fingers over the screen of your iPad as you watched a video from two days before you had taken during bath time.

“And you have no reason to believe that she would want to hurt you? She never treated you or your family? Never…”

“Look, do us a fucking favor and go ask one of the other fifty fucking cops that have asked the same damn questions, alright?” Seb shouted as he flicked his cigarette out the window into the dark back alley. “Stop standing around in my fucking house and find my fucking son.” Tears welled in your eyes as you took a final drag before flicking your own cigarette out the window. You exhaled sharply as you flipped to the next video; the one from the day before. You heard the officers apologize and leave the room as you hit play.

“He’s alright, right? Just tell me he’s alight.” You pleaded with Seb as he put his hand on your knee and bunched your red carpet dress in his shaking fist.

“We’re gunna find him, cookie. I promise you I’ll do everything I can to bring our son home.” You let out a choked sob and fell into his chest as despair and hopelessness filled your heart.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Every minute felt like a life time as you waited to hear from Stacy to hear her demands. You tried desperately to wrap your head around what her motives could be for taking Ryan and money seemed like the only logical explanation. But even that didn’t make sense to you because as far as you knew, she was married to a lawyer. Kidnapping the child of an actor for the ransom wouldn’t be financially necessary.

You wanted to scream and cry but you couldn’t. You didn’t think you had any more tears left in your broken heart. You couldn’t wrap your head around how someone could do this. How could someone take a two month old baby away from their mother for money. Especially another woman.

And for the first time in six years, you wanted to get high. Wanted to feel the rush of your old, unhealthy coping mechanism rush through your veins; annihilating the horrific pain and mental images that were rushing through your head and heart. You wanted to forget everything from the moment you got home the night before. You wanted to start hurting. But you knew that the relief would only be temporary and that the pain would come back tenfold once you sobered up. You knew you should go to a meeting, but you didn’t want to risk leaving home incase Stacy called.

You were laying on the floor in the nursery, still in your floor length red gown, looking at the hundreds of photos you had on your iPad when the screen froze up for a half second and switched to a FaceTime call. Your eyes went wide as ‘Unknown’ flashed across the screen.

“Sebastian!” You screamed as you lurched off the floor into a sitting position. You heard a coffee mug shatter and the sound of a few pairs of feet running toward the nursery as you hit the answer button. Your hand flew to your mouth and you let out a choked sob as Seb slammed to the ground next to you and scrambled to see the screen. Tears poured from your eyes as the two of you looked at your crying baby boy in his car seat for a moment before a heart stopping face came into view.

“Do I have your attention now, mi amor?” Your abusive ex boyfriend and old drug dealer, Tito asked as he looked at you with a cocky smirk on his face. You knew immediately that he was high; his tired looking eyes were bulging out of his head and a sheen of sweat was obvious on his forehead. “I called you when I got out ‘cause you weren’t where you said you’d be and you ignored my call.”

“Tito… Tito, what have you done?” You gasped. You hadn’t realized that he had been released from prison or he would have been one of the first people you would have fingered in the kidnapping. You watched the anger dance across his face.

“I did nothing! You did this, puta! You left me after you promised you would never leave!”

“OK! OK, I’m sorry.” You shouted over him as you held your hand up to calm him down. He growled as he glared at Sebastian.

“Get away from my woman or I’ll kill the brat!” He screamed as he grabbed a gun off the coffee table and pointed it at Ryan. You shoved Seb to the side and scooted toward the window so that the rising sun was the only thing he could see beside your tear stained face.

“Please, don’t hurt him.” You screamed as over Ryan’s screams. You watched Tito’s face soften and he shook his head as Sebastian scooted over as quietly as he could and sat right in front of you.

“No… no, mama. I would never hurt my son. He’s my boy now; our mijo, mama.” Your hand whipped forward and you grabbed Seb’s arm to stop him from saying anything as a plan formed in your mind.

“OK. T, tell me where you are.” You said softly. “The baby sounds hungry and he’s to young for formula. He needs breast milk, mi amor.”

“I can’t tell you that, mama. You’ll bring those damn cops with you and I won’t go back in…”

“No, baby. I wouldn’t do that, I promise.” You shook your head at Tito and held your finger up to Seb and the cops at the door. “Tell me where you are. I promise you, I’ll come alone. I’ll pack a bag right now and I’ll be there as fast as I can.” You watched him debate the situation in his head for a moment before he looked over at Ryan. With an annoyed groan, he rubbed his hand on his head before he looked up at you.

“I’m at the house. Ours.” You nodded at him as he pointed at Ryan again with the gun. “I see cops, I kill him, comprende?”

“No cops. I promise you.” You said as you scrambled to your feet.

“Get here quick, mi amor. I miss you.” You nodded again as he ended the call.

“We have to go.” You said to Seb as you dropped the iPad on the floor and ran out of the room.

“Hold on, ma’am. Where is he?” You shook your head as you headed toward your bedroom to grab your old handgun from the gun safe in your closet.

“I can’t tell you that. He will kill my son if I don’t show up. So, I need i80 between here and i81 cleared, 476, 115 and 309 through to Dallas, and 81 cleared from 80 to Clarks Summit, Pennsylvania. I don’t need to be pulled over for the speeding I will be doing.”

“Ma’am, we can’t…” One of the detectives tried to say before Seb rounded on him as you grabbed jeans and a long sleeve shirt and quickly started to change out of your dress.

“No, you assholes have done nothing to help find my son but sit here and drink my coffee. We are handling this our way right now. There is no ransom. Just some crazy dickhead that wants revenge he won’t get.” You stormed out of the room with a vengeance with Seb right behind you; ushering the cops out of his house so you could leave.

“Clear the highways. I’ll call local PD when I get close. Let all the counties in Northeast Pennsylvania know they need to be on high alert. He’s a hot headed drug dealer that is high on meth. Armed and dangerous.” You stepped into your boots and grabbed your jeep keys off the hook by the door and the diaper bag on the table as Seb pulled on some sneaker and a jacket over his t-shirt. Your heart soared with a new hope but you still couldn’t help be terrified as the two of you headed out of the house toward your car down the block.

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“Why didn’t you tell me this dude was this insane?” Seb asked softly as you sped at nearly 100 miles an hour down 115 toward Wilkes Barre. He hadn’t read a word for most of the trip.

“I didn’t know he was out of jail nor did I know he was capable of orchestrating a kidnapping like this. Honestly, I don’t think he would have if Ryan wasn’t the son of an actor and in the spotlight like we have had him.” You said softly. You glanced over at him out of the corner of your eye and tears blurred your vision. “Seb, I am so, so sorry. I had no idea..." Sebastian looked over at you with tears softly falling down his cheeks and he gently laid his hand on your leg.

“Don’t say sorry, (Y/N). Neither of us are at fault here. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me for being famous.” You shook your head as you laced your fingers with his on your thigh.

“I don’t blame you for this, Sebastian. This is the straight up crazy result of drug addiction and co-dependancy.” You felt him squeeze your hand as you sped down the main back road into town. As you got into the neighborhood that lead up the mountain to the rehab you used to work at, your stomach tightened painfully. You glanced over at Sebastian and shook your head.

“Look, this is gunna go one of two ways but I need you to trust me. I know this guy too well. He’s either gunna be still banging meth which means I can convince him of anything, or he’ll have moved on to heroin and will be mad as hell and just want to be left alone. He’ll be vulgar and mean but I’m so used to it, it’s no big deal.” You looked over at him and your heart broke for what you knew you were going to have to say and possibly do to get your son back. “I need you to understand that nothing I say or do holds any weight to it. We’re…"

“Hey, I get it.” Seb said as he looked over at you. You bit your lip to fight your tears close to your old house in Wilkes Barre. “I’m trusting you right now, no matter how much I would rather have the cops take care of this so we didn’t have to. I just… I understand crazy, jealous, codependent ex’s.” You nodded slowly as you crested the mountain, passed the rehab and started the steep, curvy decline into town.

“Alright. Here’s the plan.”

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“Remember, stay out of sight.” You told Seb as you pulled up to the house you lived in 8 years ago when you were in active addiction. It looked just as run down as it did back then; boards covering parts of windows that Tito didn’t ‘have the energy’ to fix. The blue paint was weather worn and peeling; revealing the wood beneath it. The grass was wilting but still waist high, resembling a small jungle in the front yard from years and years of disregard. It was a typical trap house and the memories that you had from it were sickening.

“My God…” Sub whispered to himself as you parked in front of the curb. You knew exactly what he was thinking as you jumped out of the car. Your stomach and heart turned at the sound of Ryan’s screams that can be heard over the loud movie Tito had on, most likely to drown out the noise.

“Call them.” You told Seb as you pointed toward the right side of the porch. It was the only stretch of the front of the house that didn’t have windows on it. Your legs felt like jello running through quick sand as you scrambled up the broken brick front walk. The three steps and the porch creaked loudly with each step you took. You begged your higher power to make sure Ryan was alright and with a deep breath, you shoved open the front door.

The living room looked like a war zone. Drug packets and paraphernalia littered the table, interrupted by countless amounts of empty beer and liquor bottles. Fresh blood painted one of the walls and you fought to keep your stomach in check. You almost lost it at the sight of Stacy’s body, laying on the stained, grey carpet in a large pool of blood.

You forced your eyes away from her, reminding yourself you were only here for your baby as you looked around the rest of the room. There was a small stack of empty pizza boxes on the three legged table that looked similar to the coffee table but peppered with ants and cockroaches as well.

Your tear-filled eyes whipped around toward the sound of pained screaming and you let out a strangled gasp at the sight of Ryan. His white onesie was stained down his legs and up his body with urine and feces and you knew he hadn’t been changed since the night before. He had vomit all over the rest of him and a streak of blood across his cheek.

“Thank fuck.” Tito shouted from the broken baby as he dragged his half lidded, pinned out and bloodshot eyes away from the TV toward you. You thanked the stars; that sight meant he had moved on to the heroin to counter the meth. “Shut that baby up ‘fore I shut him up for you.” You nodded and frantically ran over to your baby.

“Hey, shhh. Mommy’s here.” You choked as you grabbed the handle of the car seat. You looked over at Tito with the most fake smile you could muster. “I’m gunna sit on the porch with him to calm him down.” You said softly as you quickly headed toward the door with the goal to get your son to Seb so he could leave with him. You’d get out yourself once you were sure Ryan was safe and the cops had arrived. Tito grunted something unintelligible as you headed out the door; tears pouring down your cheeks in knowing he was finally on his way to being safe once more.

“Take him and go.” You told Seb as you thrust the car seat into his hands. “Follow this road ’til you hit a stop light then turn left. Do the same at the next stop light you come to. Stay on that road and you will see the hospital on the right. I'll meet you there.”

“Come with me.” Seb demanded as you shoved him toward the car. You shook your head as you heard Tito shout your name from inside.

“Just go. I’m fine.” You watched Sebastian’s eyes go wide and he swung the car seat behind his back at the same moment the hard barrel of a gun slammed into your temple.

——

“Where do you think you’re going, you trashy whore?” Tito growled as he wrapped your still curled hair from the premiere in his fist. You arched your back ever so slightly so he wouldn’t feel the gun you had shoved in the back of your jeans and shook your head. You grimaced a bit at the painful pull.

“I'm not going anywhere, mi amor. I’m staying right here with you.” Your eyes searched Seb’s face, begging him to run with what you were about to say. “He’s just taking the baby. That’s all.”

“No, he’s not. That’s our money maker.” He spat as he pulled you back to his chest. You could smell the meth pouring from his pores; the sickening scent making you even more nauseous as your brain scrambled.

“Even if he takes the baby, he still has to pay me alimony. That’s the way it works because I’m the mother. Right?” You said with your eyebrows raised. Sebastian looked down at you and hesitated for a moment before frantically nodding his head.

“Thousand dollars a month. Every month.” He said as he took a half step back. You thanked him with your eyes as you began to inch your hand toward your gun.

“You better pay up, cock sucker. This little skank can’t suck enough dick to pay my bills, you know what I’m sayin?” He laughed at his own joke over the faint sound of sirens heading toward you. You felt him yank your hair as he used his upper body to shove you toward the house. “Get inside. Fucking piece of shit. So damn worthless some times.” He grumbled. Your hand wrapped around the handle of your gun as you stumbled toward the house.

“(Y/N)!” Seb shouted as you ripped your hair out of Tito’s grasp and ducked. You pulled your gun, kicked off the safety and put a bullet in the back of his knee, sending him sailing to the ground.

“Go Seb.” You said as you kicked the gun away from Tito’s hand as he howled in pain. He screamed obscenities in Spanish as he rolled on the ground.

“Not without you.” Sebastian said as the street filled with the sounds of sirens. You kept your gun trained on Tito as you took a step back, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Ma’am, put your weapon down.” An officer shouted as they surrounded the house. You cautiously moved your hand to the side and even more cautiously moved to put your gun down.

“My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m the one who called.” You shouted as you laid your gun down and lowered yourself to your knees. You laced your hands behind your head as tears began to fall down your cheeks once more. “This is the man that kidnapped my son. He’s also responsible for the body inside.” You could hear Sebastian shouting your name as the front yard was flooded with local police and county sheriffs.

“She’s clear. Let her go.” A familiar voice called out. You turned your head slightly and peered around your arm at the smiling face of Jack Smith, the chief of police and a fellow member of AA. You let out a choked sob of relief as he grabbed your arm and helped you off the ground. “Get out of here.” You didn’t need to be told twice.

——

You laid on your side with Sebastian on the hospital bed with Ryan, peacefully sleeping between the two of you. Your fingers gently brushed the top of his head and tears fell softly on the bed. You made the hospital run every single test they could, including a drug test and despite the sever diaper rash, extreme hunger and a slight issue with sensitive hearing that would need to be checked on frequently with his pediatrician, Ryan was fine. However, the hospital wanted to keep him over night just to be sure.

You heard Seb groan a sigh as he ran his hands through his hair. You dragged your tired eyes up to look at him and subconsciously moved your head back at the look of anger on his face.

“What?” You whispered as he glared at you.

“Don’t ‘what’ me. You know what.” He whisper yelled at you. You instinctively moved your body away from him and pulled Ryan to your chest.

“Seb…” You started. You could see his jaw clench as he shook his head.

“Don’t. Our son is laying in a hospital bed right now. I’m allowed to be pissed.” You nodded in agreement as your hand moved and rested it on Ryan’s ear. You knew this conversation was about to get loud.

“I’m not saying you’re not, sweetheart. I…”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me. This is your fault.” Your stomach clenched at his words and you wrapped your arms around your son. You slowly sat up and shook your head.

“Because, what? You think I planned all of this? Why? Because I wanted to hurt all three of us this much? How is this…”

“This is your past, not mine, that caused this, (Y/N).” He spat. You scoffed and opened your mouth to fight back but when your son stirred slightly in your arms at the loud noise, you changed your mind. Instead, you bit your lip, took a deep breath and kept your voice at a whisper.

“You’re right. It is my past. But right now, I think you need to go get some air. Think about what you just said to me. You just blamed my disease that I have been getting help for for six years for this when it has absolutely nothing to do with it. So please leave. Come back when you’ve worked through your shit and realize I had about as much to do with this as you did.”

“I’m not leaving my son with you.” He whispered yelled once more as he tried to reach for Ryan. You stood up from the bed and took a step back, paying mind to the IV in his little hand on your chest.

“He’s my son, too. You need to leave for a little bit or I will call security.” Seb lurched up from the bed and glared at you with hate in his eyes.

“He won’t be your son for long. We are through and I’m filing for custody after this.” Your jaw dropped as he stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him. Ryan lurched in your arms and started screaming as you fought the urge, once again, to be sick at Sebastian’s words.

“Shh. Mommy’s got you, baby boy.” You soothed as you bounced him gently. With a soft kiss on the top of his head, you whisper sang his lullaby, the lullaby from ‘Lady and the Tramp’ to him until he quieted down and went back to sleep. Pain gripped your broken heart as you laid back down on the bed with Ryan on your chest and you eventually cried yourself into a fitful sleep.

——

The sound of the hospital room door creeping open pulled you out of your sleep. Your eyes shot open as the light from the hallway flooded the dark room. You stayed completely still and your breath caught in your throat as he walked quietly into the room and closed the door behind him. You watched his dark figure grab his phone from his pocket before turning on his flashlight. His feet froze as he shone the light on the bed and found your tear filled eyes staring back at him.

“Cookie…” Seb whispered; the nickname getting choked off as he burst into tears. You shushed his gently and reached your hand out for him. You heard the gentle squeak of his sneakers on the tile floor as he quickly crossed the floor toward the bed. You scooted to the side gently and rolled Ryan toward you so Sebastian could lay down next to you both.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered as he toed off his sneakers and got under the too small blanket with you. You nodded as he tucked his arm under your head and put his hand on Ryan’s side.

“I know, baby. I know.” You whispered against his lips. He gave you a chaste kiss and rested his forehead against yours.

“I was just so scared…” He tried before you shushed him and shook your head.

“Later. We’ll deal with when we get home.” He nodded as he gave you a gentle kiss and scooted closer to you and Ryan.

“I love you, cookie. So, so much.” You smiled and gently rested your hand on top of his on Ryan.

“I love you, too Seb.” He gave you another chaste kiss and shifted his head on the flat pillow to seek some sort of comfort for the night. You closed your eyes and sighed as you settled more comfortably on his arm. After a moment, he shifted his arm and wrapped it around your shoulder.

“We are never going to a movie premiere again.” He whispered, bringing a smile to your face.

“If we do, I’m bringing the baby.”

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pinerdom · 2 years ago

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weirdpaul · 7 years ago

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Bastard Bearded Irishmen

The Bastards of Fate

Bastro

Bat Zuppel

The Beagle Brothers

Beard Science

Bearsuit

Beasters

Beat Happening

The Bedspins

Ben Blanchard

Bennett-Blanchard

The Benquick

Big Mouth Strikes Again Billy Castle

Billy Catfish

The Billy Nayer Show

Birdcloud

Birthday Suits

The Blandinas

Blast Off 3.0

The Bloated Sluts

Bloodbaby

Bloodless Cooties

Bloody Incisors

The Bloody Seamen

Blue Chair

Blue Oyster Cult

Blue Skies Collapse

Blunderbuss

Bob Log III

Bobby Conn

James Bogacz

Bomb Banks

Boom River

Bootsy Collins

Bottomless Pit

Bowhunter

Bradford Reed and the Amazing Pencilina

Brain Handle

Brass Chariot

Brass Panda

Braz Cubas

Brewer's Row

Broke Boland & the Dirty Pickles

Brown Angel

BS2000

Buddy Nutt

The Bumps

The Burndowns

Burning Cacti

Burnout War Cry

Butter Kings

Butthole Lipstick

The Buzzcocks

C-Money and Karl Kash

Cactus Wheelhouse

Camp PP

Canasta

Candy Machine Guns

Canned Hamm

Captain Catfeesh

Casino Bulldogs

Casy Stelitano

Catnip Coma

The Causey Way

Caustic Christ

The Ceiling Stares

Celebration

Centipede E'est

Cex

Channel Scorpion News

Charlie Anteater

Charlie Slick

The Cheats

Chestnut Station

Chet Vincent

Child Bite

Children of October

Choke City

Chris Leo

Chrome Moses

Churchbuilder

Chux Beta

City Dwelling Nature Seekers

The City Steps

The Claymores

The Clearing

Cloaca

Clownvis Presley

Cobalt Black

The Cocktails

The Code

Colin and the Shots

Colombian Express

Combustible Three

Concrete Elite

CooCoo Rockin' Time

The Copyrights

Corpus Christi

Cougars

Crank Radio

Creta Bourzia

Crisis in America

The Crow Flies

Crucial Unit

Crunk Witch

Cryptorchid Chipmunk

Curses and Kisses

Daily Grind

Daiquiri

Daniel Johnston

Danielson

Dark Lingo

Darren Keen

Dave Bernabo

David Liebe Hart

Dead City Dealers

Dean Cercone

Death of Samantha

Decaffeinated Grapefruit

Decision Way All-Stars

The Degenerettes

Demander

Deral Fenderson

Derek Deprator Band

Derica

Dethlehem

Developer

The Devil Dogs

The Devil is Electric

The Devil's Jukebox

Devin Russian

Devo

Die Kruezen

Dirtbag Diary

The Dirty Charms

Dirty Fences

Dirty Sunshine

Dirty Weekend

Discuss

Disrobe

Divine Seven

Divorce

Do Crimes

Don Caballero

Don Capicola

Dollar Shots

Donora

Doog

Dookie Houser Emcee

The Douglass Brothers

Down By Law

Downside

The Dozal Brothers

DQE

Drink Tax

The Dripp Brothers

Drug Dealer

Duckmandu

Duke of Uke

The Dumplings

Duo!

Dwarf Fortress

Ear to Ear

Earlimart

Earls of Industry

Ec8tor

Echolalia

Edie Sedgewick

Ed's Redeeming Qualities

Eggs

8 Cylinder

Eighty Eight Magnum

'85 Flood

El Boxeo

El Grosso

Electric Grandmother

The Elemental

Elephant Bones

Elf Power

Eli “Paperboy” Reed

Elliott Sussman

Elsinore

Ember Schrag

The Emergency

Emerson Jay

Emily Jo Fabiszewski

Endless Mike and the Beagle Club

Eoley Mullulay

Erectus Monotone

Eric and the Electric MP3 Player

Erika Carey & the Calamities

The Eruptions

Eskimo '88

Estelle

Eugene Chadbourne/Jimmy Carl Black

Euphonic Brew

Everyone Everywhere

Evolution Control Committee

Ezra Lbs

Face Down in Shit

Falon

Fancytramp

Fangs of the Panda Fat White Family

Fate of Icarus

Jerry Fels and the Jerry Fels

Fezzwig

The Fife and Forth

The Fingers

Fire & Sex

The Fireworks

First Into Space

First Jason

First Person Singular

The Fizzies

Flaming Lips

The Fletch-heads

Flotation Device

Flotilla Way

Folk Implosion

The Forbidden Five

Forgotten Nobody

Four Dead Flowers

The Four Roses

Four Seasons Boys

Frank Barone

French Toast

Fry Jones

Gadgits

The Garden

The Garment District

Gary Musisko

Gary Twoman

Gentleman Auction House

George Willard

German Shepherd Ghost Road

Gil Mantera's Party Dream

Girl Talk

Girl Trouble

Glad Girls

Go Pills

Go Pillx

The Goblins

The Goonies

Goonland

The Goops

The Gothees

Grand Buffet

Grand Piano

Granola Explosion

Grant Valdes

Gravel

The Graveyard Rockers

Great Ants

Greg Cislon

Groundwater Mafia

The Grow Ops

Grumpy

Guided By Voices

Guru Guru

Guyliners

Half Japanese

Happy Flowers

Har Mar Superstar

HARM

Hard Money

Harry and the Potters

Heaven & Hell

Heavy Cream

The Hecklers

Height

The Heiz

Helmet

Hell Yeah the Hellcats

The Helper T-Cells

The Heretics

The Hidden Twin

The Hi-Frequencies

The Hillbilly Varmints

The Hips

The Hodag

Hogwind

The Homostupids

The Hope Harveys

Hot Dog Forest

Hot Mess

Hotness

Houdini's Psychic Theater

House of Assassins

Household Stories

Hovland

Howard Jones

HTML

The Human Brains

Hungry Bill

Hurra Torpedo

I am the Lost Sea

I Speak Tree

Ian Semasko

Ice Capades

Icon Gallery

In the Wake of Giants The Independents

Instead of Sleeping

International Espionage

The Invisible Nothings

Irene Moon

Ivenfaint

J. Marinelli

Jack in Irons

Jack Medicine

Jack Sabbith

Jackson

Jad Fair

Jake and the Jakeman

Jam Messengers

Jana Bates

Jandek

Jane's Addiction

The Jasons

The Jealous Zealots

Jefferson Golfcart

Jericho Theory

The Jim Dandies

Jody Perigo & Laura Totten

Joe Jack Talcum

Joe Landes

Joey Molinaro

Johnny and the Razorblades

Johnny Locomotive & the Engineers

The Johnsons

Jonathan Hape

Jonathan Richman

Jonny Cohen

Joybox

JPS Brown

Judas Priest

The Juicy Girls

Juno Vega

Jupiter's Girlfriend

K-Hun

Kafka Romance Dissolver

Kalon

Karl Hendricks

Kazimier

Kevin Finn

Khaled

Kick Old Man

Kick the Can

Kill Or Be Killed

Kind of Like Spitting

King Karcass

King Kong

King Missile

kingdom Of Not

Kisswhistle

Kitty Pryde and the Shadowcats

Koala-T

Kracfive AllStars

The Kyle Sowashes

The Lady and the Monsters

Landing Strip

Landmonster!

Laura Kahl

Lavacola

Le Cachot

The Left Turns

Leonard Cohen Ensemble One

Leo's Operation

Les Georges Leningrad

The Lesser Apes

Let Them Eat Cake

Libre Duo

Life in Bed

The Limbs

Living Praise Choir

Liz and the Bandits

The Lobster Quadrille

Loose Interpretation

The Lopez

Lord Grunge

Lorelei

Lorenzo's Oil

Los Swamp Monsters

Lost Weekend

Lou Barlow

The Love Drunks

Lover 29

Lunachicks

Lung Mountain

Lydia Lunch

Mac Sabbath

Magic Wolf

Magnolia Electric Co.

Maguillacutty

The Main Events

The Make-up

Mama Spell

Man Found Dead

Manherringbone

Manhole

Margo Van Hoy

Mark Mallman

Marshmallow Pop Orchestra

Marumari

Marvin Dioxide

Massif

Master Mechanic

Maurice Rickard

Maxi-Pads

McCarthy Commission

MC Cliff B

MC Habitat

Meatballs/Fluxus

Mecca Normal

Medium Ugly

Meeting of Important People

Meisha

Meltdown

The Melvins

Bill Merante

The Meridians

Microwaves

Middle Children

Midge Cricket

Midnight Creeps

Midnite Snake

Mike Dillon Band

Mike Maimone

Mike Tamburo

Mikey C

Milagres

The Minders

Mindless Chaos

Miniature Giant

Miniature Table Concerts

Miss Massive Snowflake

Missile Toe

Missing Pilots

Modern Life

Modern Vending

Modey Lemon

Moldies and Monsters

The Molecules

Molesuit Choir

A Moment of Clarity

Mommy's Little Monster

Moonlight Motel

Moons of Saturn

Mortis

MOTO

Motorhead

The Motorpsychos

Mr. Funky

Mr. T Experience

MSC

The Muckrakers

Mud City Manglers

Murder of Bridges

Murphy's Law

Mustache Required

Mutant Mountain Boys

My Boyfriend the Pilot

My Captain, My Sea

My Dad is Dead

My Niece Denise

My Prodi

My Sexiest Mistake

My Superhero

The Name of This Band is Not Talking Heads

Nanako

Narse

Byron Nash and Plan B

Nathaniel Seer

The National Rifle

Nautical Almanac

The Need

Negative Reaction

Neighbors

Neil Hamburger

Nest

The New Alcindors

Newband

Nicholas Megalis

Night and the City

Night Shall Eat These Boys and Girls

Night Terror

The Noble Brats

Nobunny

Noctuelles

Northern Bushmen

The Northern Spy

Nosotros

Nox Boys

NRBQ

O Lendario Chucrobillyman

O.C. Feef

Oakley Hall

Octopus, Inc.

Odin Heed and the Headwinch

Ohmu

The Ohsees

On Vinyl

Only Flesh

The OPD

Orvill Rex

Ouais

Overseas

Owl Style

The Pacifist Femmes

PAK

Paleface

Pam Hanlin

Pancreatic Aardvarks

Parvulus Infectus

Patrick Elkins

Paul Green Rock Academy

Paul Kotheimer

Paul Labrise and the Trees

Paul Lynde 451

Paul Tabachnek

Pete Bush and the Hoi Polloi

Pete Donnelly

Pfunkt

The Phantom Maggots

Phat Free

Phat Man Dee

The Phone Calls

Phred Rainey

Piasa

Picasso Trigger

Pierogi Pizza

Pig Iron

Pikadori

Pinche Gringo

Pitchin' Woo

Pleaseeasaur

The Pleasureheads

Poingly

The Polyatomic

Polvo

Ponytail

Poopy Necroponde's Burgee Boys

The Pork Torta

Porno Tongue

Pox

PPDB

Presque Vu

Pretty Girls Make Graves

Professor Purple

Proto-martyr

Psycho-a-go-go

Puma Barrier

Quaranteened

R. Stevie Moore

The Radio Beats

Radio 4

Rainy Day Regatta

The Ramones

Rapscallionz

Ray Zen

Reason and Eos

Red Vs. Black

The Red Western

Refried Boogie

Reo Speedwagon

Requiem

The Residents

The Resistables

Rex Morgan M.D. Trio

The Rhodora

Rick Bach

River Is To Train

RJ Myato

Xylen Roberts

Robin Vote

Rocket From the Tombs

Rocketsled

The Roger 6

The Rogers Sisters

Rollins Band

Rot Shit

Roulette Waves

Round Black Ghosts

Royal City

The Ruins

Run DMC

The Sablowskis

Sad Tropics

Salt Chuck Mary

Sam Goodwill

Samuel Locke Ward & The Boo Hoos

Santa Inferno

Satanic Bat

Satyr/Elfheim

Savage Lines

Says She

The SB

Scandal

Science is Dead

Scott Demian

Scott Fry

The Scratch n Sniffs

Scrawl

Seam

Seas We Fear To Sail

Season Finale

Sebadoh

Secret Paper Moon

The Seeing Eyeballs

The Semi-Supervillains

Senator Flux

Sewercide

The Sewing Machine War

SFX

Sheer Mag

Shitappa Oyabun

Shonen Knife

The Show is the Rainbow

Sick Ridiculous and the Sick Ridiculous

Signifiers

Silbia Han

Silkworm

The Silver Eagle Band

Sissy Baby Boys

Skinless/Boneless

The Skirt Tasters

Slant 6

Slate Dump

Sleeping in Class

SleepyV

Slices

The Slow Reel

Sludgehammer

Smokey Bellows

The Smugglers

Sneaky Mike

Sodastream

Soft Sickle

Solarburn

Son of Bitch

Song of Zarathustra

Songs About Robots Sorry I'm Dead

Soul Excursion

Sounding Rockets

South Ken

South Sea Sneak

Sovron Court

Spacefish

Sparrow

Special Ed

The Speeds

Spidercake

Spoon

Sports Metaphors

Spudboys

Spynda, Pace and Kress

Star fk Radium

The Stars

Stars of the Dogon

Steady Matt

Stephen Foster and the Awesomes

Steve Boyle

Steve Malkmus

Steve Whitten

Sticky Pink Chew

Stone Temple Pilots

Jim Storch

Stuck in Standby

Styles For Modern Living

Styx

Subdevil

Sugar Daddy

The Suicide Dolls

Summer Erickson

Summer Lungs

Super Fun Time Awesome Party Band

Superchunk

Supersystem

The Surface Dwellers

Sweet Icing

Sweet Nothing

Take No Damage

TBA

Tecumseh EQs

Ted Leo + Pharmacists

Telecorps

Telefonics

Telesys

The Telethons

Television

Terror, Inc.

Testament

The Test Patterns

Thee 50's High Teens

Thee Speaking Canaries

They Might Be Jerks

Thin Sketch

Things That Aren't There Anymore

Third Class

.38 Special

This Present Expression

Three Day Stubble

The Thunder Chickens

Thee Starry Eyes

Tianna and the Cliffhangers

TigerHorseSheepPigCow

Tilt

The Tinklers

Tonks and the Aurors

Torus

Treeline Freeline

The Tree Three

Triggers

Tron Ate My Baby

Truckasaurus

True Love Always

Truxon

TsuShiMamiRie

Tub Ring

Tulpa

Tusklord

TV John

2020K

Uke and Tuba

Ukebox

Ukiah

Ukulady Liz

Ultimate VAG

Ume

Uni Sami

Universal Congress Of

Unlikely Japan

The Upholsterers

Upskirts

Vale and Year

Vampire Nation

Vampire Weekend at Bernies

Vehicle Flips

Vel

The Velcats

Velvet Monkeys

Vequinox

Videohippos

Viewers Like You

Village of Dead Roads

The Viragos

The Visitations

The Vivians

Von Ludendork

Vox Robotica

Wake

Wallace's Fallen Obelisk Kidz

The Wasps Nest and Valerie Kuehne

The Waxwings

WE are the Asteroid

We are the Dead

We Came From Space

The Weasels

Weird Al Yankovic

Werewolves

Wesley Willis

Western Pennsylvania

The Whipped Cream Explosion

The White Stripes

Will Simmons & Turdburglar

William Wesley and the Tiny Sockets

Wimp Factor 14

The Winterbrief

The Wire Riots

The Working Poor

Workshop

Wyld Stalyns

The Wynkataug Monks

X.13

The X Brothers

Asher Yatzar

The Youngstown Tramps

Your Favorite Assassin

Yung Ka

Z-Man

Za Dharsh

The Zambonis

Zigtebra

Zelazowa

The Zou

Zubat and the Bees' Knees

The Zvills

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Best Books of 2016

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by J. K. Rowling

Five on Brexit Island by Bruno Vincent

Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen

Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Parts I & II by J. K. Rowling

His Bloody Project by Graeme Macrae Burnet

Tools of Titans by Timothy Ferriss

The Sellout by Paul Beatty

The Little Book of Hygge by Meik Wiking

When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi

Do Not Say We Have Nothing by Madeleine Thien

Nutshell by Ian McEwan

The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher

The Book of Joy by Dalai Lama

The Sellout by Paul Beatty

The Vegetarian by Han Kang

Swing Time by Zadie Smith

The Muse by Jessie Burton

Autumn by Ali Smith

The Essex Serpent by Sarah Perry

The Girls by Emma Cline

All That Man is by David Szalay

The Hag-Seed by Margaret Atwood

Vinegar Girl by Anne Tyler

Barkskins by Annie Proulx

The Hopefuls by Jennifer Close

The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

The Fortunes by Peter Ho Davies

Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi

The Mandibles: A Family, 2029-2047 by Lionel Shriver

The Mare by Mary Gaitskill

Hot Milk by Deborah Levy

Golden Hill by Francis Spufford

Here I am by Jonathan Safran Foer

Five Rivers Met on a Wooded Plain by Barney Norris

The Story of a Brief Marriage by Anuk Arudpragasam

The North Water by Ian McGuire

War and Turpentine by Stefan Hertmans

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by J. K. Rowling

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Parts I & II by J. K. Rowling

The Midnight Gang by David Walliams

Double Down by Jeff Kinney

The Official Minecraft Annual 2017 by Mojang AB

The Tale of Kitty in Boots by Beatrix Potter

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J. K. Rowling

Library of Souls by Ransom Riggs

The 65-Storey Treehouse by Andy Griffiths

Girl Online: Going Solo: 3 by Zoe Sugg

Guinness World Records 2017 by

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A Child of Books by Oliver Jeffers

Magnus Chase and the Hammer of Thor by Rick Riordan

We Found a Hat by Jon Klassen

The Christmasaurus by Tom Fletcher

Stampy Cat: Stampy's Lovely Book by Joseph Garrett

The World's Worst Children by David Walliams

The Last Star by Rick Yancey

Oi Dog! by Kes Gray

Dork Diaries: Frenemies Forever by Rachel Renee Russell

Homo Deus by Yuval Noah Harari

When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi

East West Street by Philippe Sands

The Little Book of Hygge by Meik Wiking

The GCHQ Puzzle Book by GCHQ

The Pigeon Tunnel by John Le Carré

Reality is Not What it Seems by Carlo Rovelli

Inside Vogue by Alexandra Shulman

I Contain Multitudes by Ed Yong

Talking as Fast as I Can by Lauren Graham

Writing to Save a Life by John Edgar Wideman

Pumpkinflowers by Matti Friedman

Not Dead Yet: The Autobiography by Phil Collins

The Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo by Amy Schumer

Real Food / Fake Food by Larry Olmsted

Critics, Monsters, Fanatics, and Other Literary Essays by Cynthia Ozick

Just Kids by Patti Smith

A Life in Parts by Bryan Cranston

A Woman Looking at Men Looking at Women by Siri Hustvedt

Shakespeare's First Folio by Emma Smith

Makers and Takers by Rana Foroohar

Global Inequality by Branko Milanovic

Seinfeldia by Jennifer Keishin Armstrong

The Confidence Game by Maria Konnikova

Shoe Dog by Phil Knight

Kill 'Em and Leave by James McBride

Timekeepers by Simon Garfield

Turner by Franny Moyle

Persiana by Sabrina Ghayour

Super Food Family Classics by Jamie Oliver

The 24-Hour Wine Expert by Jancis Robinson

Scandinavian Comfort Food by Trine Hahnemann

Thug Kitchen 101 by Thug Kitchen

Deliciously Ella Every Day by Ella Mills Woodward

Cravings by Chrissy Teigen

Dali: Les Diners De Gala by

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Good + Simple by Jasmine Hemsley

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All Under Heaven by Carolyn Phillips

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Dim Sum Field Guide by Carolyn Phillips

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The Couple Next Door by Shari Lapena

Night School by Lee Child

Truly Madly Guilty by Liane Moriarty

Rather be the Devil by Ian Rankin

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Out of Bounds by Val McDermid

Six Four by Hideo Yokoyama

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The Woman in Cabin 10 by Ruth Ware

Bone by Bone by Sanjida Kay

Missing, Presumed (DS Manon, Book 1) by Susie Steiner

Die of Shame by Mark Billingham

When the Music's Over by Peter Robinson

Love You Dead by Peter James

Black Widow by Christopher Brookmyre

The Black Widow by Daniel Silva

The Obelisk Gate by N. K. Jemisin

Binti by Nnedi Okorafor

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Death's End by Cixin Liu

Central Station by Lavie Tidhar

Sorcerer to the Crown by Zen Cho

Azanian Bridges by Nick Wood

Too Like the Lightning by Ada Palmer

A Closed and Common Orbit by Becky Chambers

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Nevernight by Jay Kristoff

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Morning Star by Pierce Brown

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The Devourers by Indra Das

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Roses and Rot by Kat Howard

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A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J. Maas

Holding Up the Universe by Jennifer Niven

Empire of Storms by Sarah J. Maas

Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon

Heartless by Marissa Meyer

Beautiful Broken Things by Sara Barnard

Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy by Cassandra Clare

The Sleeper and the Spindle by Neil Gaiman

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The Crown (the Selection, Book 5) by Kiera Cass

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The Fever Code by James Dashner

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Falling by Jane Green

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Miss You by Kate Eberlen

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First Comes Love by Emily Giffin

The Arab of the Future by Riad Sattouf

Such A Lovely Little War by David Homel

5,000 km per second by Manuele Fior

Rosalie Lightning by Tom Hart

Geis by Alexis Deacon

Gorgeous by Cathy G. Johnson

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Megg & Mogg in Amsterdam (and Other Stories) by Simon Hanselmann

Patience by Daniel Clowes

Plutona by Jeff Lemire

Rolling Blackouts by Sarah Glidden

Wonder Woman the True Amazon by Jill Thompson

Ghosts by Raina Telgemeier

Hot Dog Taste Test by Lisa Hanawalt

Last Look by Charles Burns

Mooncop by Tom Gauld

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One Night at Hellcat Annie’s: Part 1

Pairings: Seb x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, a character gives birth and I know nothing about that as I’m baby free so it’s probably depicted wrong but Idgaf.... one night stand and judgmental Sebby for a minute.

Word Count: 7,324

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Your stomach turned as you walked in the snow toward his brownstone; unsure if you should even talk to him in the first place. Your right pointer finger ran over the edge of the photo in your pocket nervously as you looked both ways before darting across the street. You didn’t know if it was nerves or morning sickness, but you felt like you were going to lose your lunch at any moment.

You didn’t expect to see him heading toward you from the other direction but at the sight of him, you wanted to just keep walking and pretend like none of this had happened. But you didn’t live like that today. Today, you lived an honest life and this was the honest thing to do.

You made it to his brownstone before he did. With shaky hands, you pulled out your cellphone; already queued up to the video you needed to show him for proof. You watched him hesitate as he got closer once he realized that the strange woman in front of him, maybe a crazy fan in his mind, was waiting for him.

“Sebastian Stan.” You said softly as you hit play on your phone. You held the muted video and the ultrasound toward him with shaky hands. You watched with baited breath, prepared for any and all outcomes. His confused look, paled as he watched his own drunken confirmation of consent video from three months prior. His jaw dropped as he looked between you, your phone and the photo before he quickly grabbed your arm.

“Get inside.” He hissed as his eyes darted around for paparazzi. He guided you up the stairs and you could feel his hand shaking on your arm. Neither of you said a word as he unlocked the door and pushed you inside, taking one more look outside before dipping in after you. “This is a joke, right?” He asked as he locked and chained the door behind you. You shook your head as you took off your heavy winter jacket and toed off your boots out of respect in the coat room.

“Do you remember who I am?” Sebastian nodded as he hung up his own jacket.

“Halloween party at Hellcat Annie’s.” You nodded in confirmation as he gestured you into the living room.

“(Y/N).” You said softly as he lead you toward the couch. You could tell, from years of dealing with them at work, that he was about to have a panic attack. “Hey, it’s OK. It’s a lot to take in, I know. Just breathe for me.” He sat down and put his head in his hands as he fought to take a deep breath.

“Oh, this isn’t happening.” He groaned. “This can’t be happening.” You pulled your purse off your shoulder and grabbed a bottle of water from it. This is one of the outcomes you had expected knowing his struggle with anxiety. You kneeled down in front of him and rubbed his back reassuringly.

“Here, drink some water.” You helped him hold the bottle to his lips and he drank greedily. After a few minutes and half the water bottle, he sat back and looked at you with tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You gave him a small smile as you sat back on your heels.

“Don’t apologize. I’ve had almost three months to get used to it.” He exhaled sharply as he sat back on the couch.

“How did this happen?” You cocked your eyebrow as your sarcasm kicked in.

“Well when a guy gets a little too drunk, he picks up a girl in a cat woman costume and then the condom rips…” He looked over at you sarcastically as you stood up with a small laugh and sat down on the couch next to him. “Look, I know what your thinking. Strange woman probably Googled me and is just after my money. Probably got knocked up by some stranger and is blaming me.” You ran your hand through your hair as he pointed at you; silently agreeing to your statement as he took another drink of water. You continued in the silence with a shake of your head.

“I don’t care about your money. I really don’t. You want a DNA test before you commit, fine. Tell me where and when and I will be there. You want nothing to do with me or the kid, fine. I’ve already kinda mentally prepared to do this on my own. I’m here because you have the right to know that you’re going to be a father. What you do with that is on you.” You reached into your bag and pulled out your business card and put it and the ultrasound on the coffee table. “I live in Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania. My cell is on the card. Honestly, I won’t be waiting for your call.” You gave him a small smile and got up from the couch.

“You’re keeping it?” He asked softly as he watched you head toward the door. You looked back at him as you slid into your boots and nodded.

“Yea, with or without you.” Without another word, you grabbed your jacket from the hook and headed out the door, to give him sometime to think everything over. The moment you stepped outside, you burst into tears and ran from Sebastian’s house.

~~~~~ 4 MONTHS PREGNANT ~~~~~~~~~

“It’s open.” You called out as you tried to quickly tried to finish off your notes from the afternoon group therapy. You didn’t even look up as your door opened, preparing for either tears or anger from one of your patients as you tried to tell yourself you were not going to throw up; that you were a master of your morning sickness.

“(Y/N)?” Your stomach lurched at the sound of his voice and you slammed your knees on the underside of your desk when you jumped. “Shit, I’m so sorry.” Sebastian said as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck with one hand; the other gripping the strap of a duffle tightly.

“No, no. You’re fine.” You stammered as you got up. You gestured him into the room as you looked out at the gym to see if any of the patients listening to the AA speaker heard the disruption. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” You said as you closed and locked the door. You looked back at him as you closed the blinds for privacy. He shrugged as he took a seat.

“Honestly, I wasn’t going to come.” You nodded as you walked across the carpeted floor in your heels and started flipping any papers that had patient information written on it over on your desk.

“Why did you?” You glanced up at him as he pushed the small rake in your sand garden a little bit before finding your eye.

“Didn’t feel right to turn my back on my kid.” You nodded as you sat back down at your desk. You put your finger over your lips and pointed to the open ceiling as you sat back in your desk chair.

“Let me wrap my notes up and we can go somewhere a little more private, OK?” You said softly, used to keeping your voice down at work. He nodded as he looked around the small office.

“So you’re a councilor?” He asked quietly as you went back to typing up your notes. You hummed as you grabbed your notepad and set it in your lap to document the last two or three points.

“For about a year now. I’ve been at Blue River for about four years. Started as a tech and worked my way up.” Sebastian nodded as he got up to look at the photos on your wall.

“You like it here?” You shrugged as you saved the file and switched over to another part of the patient file to update something else.

“I help people get sober. It has its ups and downs for sure.” He nodded as he looked at a photo of you and your mother when you went to visit her the summer before in Florida. You saved the file to the rehab’s mainframe and shut everything down with a sigh. You moved all the files off your desk into a locked drawer to deal with in the morning. “How was your trip out of the city?” You glanced up at him as you grabbed your bag and your jacket.

“Uneventful flight. I don’t think I have ever really been to this part of Pennsylvania before.” You nodded as you pulled your jacket on and grabbed your keys off your desk.

“It’s beautiful here. Little cold but that’s what you get living up north.” He shrugged as you flipped off the lights. He turned away from your photos and followed you through the back of the gym. Other than the soft click of both of your shoes, neither of you made a sound as you walked through the gym; the main room that patients spent most of their days in. You lead him out the back door of the gym with a small smile.

“You have a car here?” You glanced over at him as you unlocked the door to the dining room and held it open. He shook his head as you made sure the door was still locked and pulled it closed behind you.

“Figured you wouldn't mind giving me a ride so we could talk.” You nodded as you opened the far door and gestured him past you.

“Well, how about I take you to my house so I can change. Then we’ll head up to the Poconos. I know a place we can grab dinner and talk. I’ll take you to a hotel after.” He nodded in agreement as you unlocked your Jeep Grand Cherokee. You could feel his nervous energy radiating off him in waves as you started your car, pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the mountain. You smirked at the way his body subtly tensed at the steep road down the mountain into town.

“You drive this everyday?” He asked as you drove your 4x4 with ease around the sharp turns and over the snow covered pavement. You giggled and nodded as you stole a glance over at him.

“I gotta get to work somehow. Got bills to pay.” You watched him shake his head as you made your way through town. You only lived five minutes from work so the trip was short, thankfully. You didn’t realize how awkward it would be to sit next to the man who had knocked you up. You pulled into open field that served as your driveway and parked. “You can come in or stay out here. I’ll only be a minute.” You glanced over at Seb as you grabbed your wheel lock out of the back seat. You weren’t scared about where you lived but you lived right by the jail so you could never be too careful.

“I-I’ll come in.” He said as you locked your wheel. You nodded as you grabbed your keys and your work bag.

“It’s not much but it’s home. Mind the ice.” Seb nodded as the two of you got out of the car and headed toward the house. While it appeared to be a large, slightly run down looking, two story house, your landlord had broken it up into three separate apartments. For $525 a month, you rented a studio apartment on the ground floor with all utilities and cable included. You had lived there for three years and while it wasn’t the nicest place in the world, it was home.

“So this is it.” You said as you pushed the door open and kicked off your heels. “Grand tour: kitchen, living room and bedroom are all right here. Bathroom is through that door. That’s all there is.” You joked as you set your bag between your dinner table and your queen sized bed and draped your jacket over a chair. Sebastian stood frozen in the entry way.

“You live here?” He asked incredulously, barely holding the disgust in his tone back. You glanced over your shoulder at him with your eyebrows raised as you walked over to your dresser, which stood next to a shelving unit you used as a pantry.

“Uhh, yea. I do. I have for years. Sorry that it’s not up to your Hollywood standards.” You scoffed as you grabbed a nice pair of jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt.

“You plan on raising a baby in this house?” You paused on your way to the bathroom and looked back at him.

“Wow, tell me how you really feel.” You watched his jaw snap close as he found your eyes.

“Sorry, it’s just…” He cleared his throat as he headed into your house. “Not what I expected.” You nodded slowly as you looked around your small home.

“I don’t mean to be rude here, but what did you expect? I mean, I’m not a Hollywood actress, I’m a chick you picked up at a bar. I don’t come from money and I don’t have much to my name but I make due and have a decent sized savings account. This is what I could afford when I got sober. Getting a car and paying off my debts was a little more important to me. I spend most of my time at work, at meetings or out with friends so for a place to come home to sleep at night, I think it’s just fine.”

“Yea, but you’re gunna be raising a kid here. My kid.” You smarted a bit at his comment and turned your body toward him.

“Seriously? First off, I’m pretty sure that it’s OUR child. Second, I don’t have unlimited funds, here. My options are finding somewhere in my budget or moving to Florida and living with my mother. This was in my budget. While it’s not ideal, it’s a home all the same…”

“You’re not raising our kid here.” He said as he looked over at you with a shake of his head. “I’m not OK with this.” Your eyebrows flew to your hair line as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I’m pretty sure it’s not your choice, Sebastian. What do you…”

“You can move to the city.” He said as if it were an easy decision to make. You shook your head at him and laughed.

“With what money? I mean, a month ago, you didn’t even think I was telling you the truth about being pregnant with your kid. Now you think you can just demand a total stranger to bend at your will because you aren’t comfortable with my housing situation. It doesn’t work that way.”

“Yea, and what kind of father am I to just let my child be raised in a place like this. I mean, you must see it every day but are you aware of the fact that you live across the street from a jail? In a bedroom with a stove in the middle of it no less? Nothing about this situation is OK. Shit, I’m from Romania and we had better conditions there.” You took a step back as if you had been struck in the face. With a huff, you pointed toward the door and shook your head.

“You know what, I lied. I was just after you for your money. You should probably go now.” You lied as you forced yourself not to cry. You desperately wanted out of this conversation and even more desperately needed a meeting. He started talking to himself angrily in Romanian as he turned on his heel and headed out of your house, gesturing to your stove once more before heading outside and slamming the door behind him. You side stepped over in shock and sat down on a slouch chair that sat by your heater. You tried to wrap your head around what just happened before you realized that you had just sent a celebrity into the streets of Wilkes Barre. You lurched up and ran toward your door, stepping into a pair of slippers before heading out into the snow.

“Sebastian!” You screamed after him. You watched him whip around toward you as you stepped out onto your porch and into the snow. “Get back in here, you’re gunna get yourself hurt or killed or somethin’.” You could kick yourself for your choice of words as he gestured to you in a ‘told you so’ sort of way and stomped back toward your house.

“This just proves my point.” He said as he walked past you and back into your house. You groaned and followed him back inside, kicking off your shoes and blowing hot air into your hands. Despite the fact that you were only outside for maybe two minutes, it was still 20 degrees outside, typical Pennsylvania weather in March and you only had a short sleeve sweater dress on. Sebastian turned around to look at you as you rubbed your hands together and he quickly took off his jacket.

“No, I’ll be OK.” You said as he pulled it around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest.

“I’m not gunna let the mother of my child freeze even for a second.” He grumbled as he rubbed his hands on your back rapidly. You couldn’t stop the tears that welled in your eyes and you rested your forehead on his chest as you burst into tears.

“I’m sorry.” You sobbed as he moved his arms around you and gave you a hug. You felt him sigh as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“Look, I know I don’t know you at all, but let me help you. It’s just as much my kid as it is yours and whether we like it or not, we are in this together for the rest of our lives.” You nodded as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I’m really scared.” He nodded at your whispered words and kissed the top of your head.

“So am I.”

~~~~~ 5 MONTHS PREGNANT ~~~~~~

“So how’s the new place?” Your mother cooed as you unpacked one of the last boxes in your new place. You scowled as you grabbed a stack of jeans and put them in a shelf in your closet.

“Loud and way to big for a nobody like me.” You said as you looked out the window. “Remind me again why I agreed to let him move me to the city?” You said as you propped the phone between your ear and your shoulder. You mother, Diane, laughed as you grabbed another pile of jeans and added them to the shelf.

“The sacrifices we make for our children, sweetheart. It’ll be a new fun experience for you.” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed the last few jeans from the box and put them on the shelf. “So, when are we gunna meet this mystery man of yours?” You mom pried as you shoved another box toward the closet with your foot. You rolled your eyes as you unfolded the top of the box.

“Who knows. And he’s not my mystery man, ma. He’s just the father of my kid. Which is still weird to say. Shit, I’m gunna be a mom.” Your mom laughed as someone rang the buzzer to your apartment. “Ugh! This damn thing.” You mumbled as you jogged out of your room to the panel by the door. You looked at the three buttons, one that worked the speaker, one to let whoever was trying to come in, in and one that let you talk to whoever was at the door. Seb had told you three different times which was which but your pregnancy brain kept forgetting… maybe on purpose. You hit the middle button and opened your mouth to say something only to receive an obnoxious beep, letting you know you just let whoever it was, in. “God, I hate this thing.”

“You’ll get used to it, baby. Want me to let you go?” You sighed as you opened your front door and leaned against the door frame to wait for whoever you let in.

“Yea, probably going to get mauled by one of the million taxi’s here or attacked by a blazing horn or something.” You joked as you put your hand on your small baby bump. “More.”

“Love you most, (Y/N). I’ll call you tomorrow.” You said bye to your mom and put your phone in your pocket as Sebastian’s head came into view.

“Should I just write it on a sticky note?” Seb teased as you let him into your apartment. You pouted and nodded.

“Please? I don’t like this damn thing.” You laughed as you locked the door. “So, uh… what are you doin’ here?” He looked at you with his eyebrow raised as he pointed at your stomach.

“Doctor’s appointment. Finding out the sex of the baby today?” Your brow furrowed as you looked down at your stomach and back up at him.

“Wait, that’s not today… is it?” He laughed and nodded his head.

“Yes, that’s today. It’s scary that I remember your appointments better than you do.” You shrugged as you leaned back against your front door. You weren’t typically forgetful, you were just used to looking at a calendar of your appointments all day, every day at work. You didn’t have that anymore since you quit working at Blue River.

“I blame the baby.” Seb looked at you, expectantly and it took you a moment to catch on. “Oh, we need to go now?” He laughed and nodded as he grabbed your jacket for you.

“What am I going to do with you, honey?” He teased as he held up your jacket. You hummed as you put your arms in the sleeves and grabbed your keys and your purse off the table by the door.

“Get me a nifty assistant like yours.” You joked as he opened the door for you. You heard him laugh as he took your keys and locked your door. The two of you headed down the flight of stairs quietly and Seb tossed your hood on your head, just in case, as you headed out of your building. He had chosen to keep you and the baby out of the press for the time being; still unsure how he felt about the whole situation of knocking up a fan on a one night stand.

You kept your head down respectively as he opened the back door to a cab. You quickly ducked in and scooted across the seat. Seb got in next to you, giving the driver the address with sunglasses on and his baseball cap pulled low. You both sat back against the seat with a sigh as the driver pulled away from the curb.

“Let’s have dinner.” Seb said as he looked over at you. You cocked your eyebrow and looked at him.

“Why?” You asked, unable to hold your retort back. You blushed and covered your face in your hands as Seb snorted. He knew you didn’t mean anything by it; despite texting him nearly every day about how you and the baby were doing, you were just used to focusing on yourself, work and your recovery not your dating life.

“Because I said so.” He joked back as he turned on the seat to look at you fully. “We might as well get to know each other more since I’m back in town for a while. All we’ve really done is figure out living arrangements and moving stuff.” You shrugged as you popped one thumb nail with the other.

“I mean, I do kinda owe you dinner from Pennsylvania.” You said with a shrug as he put his hand over yours to stop your nervous fidgeting. You looked up at his knowing smirk and he chuckled.

“You’re too cute, you know that.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as your taxi pulled over in front of your doctors office.

“The idea of dating makes me nervous, I don’t know what to tell you.” He laughed and paid the cabbie as you pulled your hood down over your face a little more. You didn’t have to worry about being seen so much around your house but your doctor was smack dab in the middle of Midtown; paparazzi central. You scooted out behind Seb and the two of you made your way inside. You shoved your hands into the pockets of your jacket as he placed his hand on the small of your back and guided you toward the elevator.

You don’t know where it came from, but you suddenly got nauseous realizing that you were finally going to find out the gender of your pride and joy. You had barely sat down in the waiting room before the nurse was calling you back. After running through your vitals, the two of you were lead to a room by a smiling nurse.

“Still want a boy?” Seb asked as you sat down on the exam table. You nodded as you glanced over at him, popping your thumbnail again.

“You?” He nodded in agreement as he as nerves started to show. His foot started to bounce ever so slightly as he nervously chewed his lip. This wasn’t the first appointment he had gone to with you but this was the reaction you both had while you waited for the tech each time.

“Don’t so that.” You scolded him before he could scold you as you tucked your hands under your thighs. He chuckled as he crossed his ankle over his knee.

“Did you say yes to dinner?” He asked, just to break up the silence. You nodded in agreement as the tech, Tammy, finally knocked on the door.

“Hello beautiful.” She said like she always did when she walked into the room as she flipped off the light. “How are we doing today?”

“We’re great. Yes, we want to know the sex and yes, we’re sure we don’t want to wait.” Seb said as he jumped out of the chair to stand by your side. Whether he was comfortable with how you got to this point or not, there was no doubt in your mind that he was excited about being a dad. Tammy laughed as she gestured you to lay back on the table.

“He’s not excited at all.” She joked with you as she set up quickly.

“Not at all.” You chimed in as you glanced up at Seb. He smiled down at you as he took your hand in his, almost nervously dancing back and forth on his toes.

“If it’s not a boy, we want a refund.” Seb joked as the thankfully warmed jelly was squeezed on your bump.

“No, he want’s a refund. I want a healthy baby.” You said as the room around you disappeared. Your eyes locked on the screen as Tammy grabbed the probe. She took her time, drawing out the wait as she documented your child’s head, hands, and body.

“Well, it looks like no refunds are necessary.” She said with a smile. “It’s a boy!” Tears welled in your eyes as you and Seb both leaned closer to the monitor.

“Este un baiat.” Seb whispered in Romanian as tears welled in his eyes. Without thinking, he leaned down and gave you a kiss, his thumb brushing against your cheek for a moment before he pulled away. It was the fist time he had ever really kissed you and when he pulled back and met your slightly startled look, he realized what he had done.

“He’s just under 11 inches. 10 fingers and 10 toes.” Tammy said, interrupting the suddenly slightly awkward tension as she looked up at you. “He’s perfect. You two have a name?” You shook your head as you turned your attention back to your son on the screen.

“We have a list and some how, every time it goes from one email to the other, more names get added on it.” You cocked your eyebrow and looked up at Seb accusingly.

“Oh no, that’s not my fault. You’re more guilty of that than I am.” He teased as he took the stack of ultrasounds from Tammy. You feigned innocence as Tammy wiped off the ultrasound jelly and handed you some paper towels for any she missed.

“Well, you have four months and trust me when I say, it goes by faster than you thought it would. I’ll grab Rachael.” She said as she flipped on the light with a smile. “Congrats, you two.” You said thanks as she headed out the door and the moment it clicked closed, Seb turned to you.

“I am… so, so sorry. I just got caught up in the moment and I just…” You held up your hand and shook your head, your thoughts sort of scrambling in your head a bit. Did that really just happen?

“It’s fine. I just… wow.” You said as you forced a goofy smile on your face. “Oh my God, Sebastian Stan just kissed me.” You teased as you reached over and took the ultrasounds from him. “There, I fan girled for you. Can I look at my son now?” You asked as you looked at the picture of your son’s face. Seb chuckled as he leaned against the table next to you.

“I can honestly say that I am grateful that you aren’t like super crazy fan girl. You’re just like hormonal crazy sometimes.” Your face deadpanned and you looked up at him.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re really annoying.” He smirked and nodded as your midwife knocked on the door.

“All the time.”

~~~~~~ 7 AND A HALF MONTHS PREGNANT ~~~~~~~~

“Let me guess. Ryan ate all the ice cream again.” You paused your pacing in your living room and cocked your head to the side.

“Not the reason I’m calling but now that you mention it, yes. He did.” Seb laughed as you had the sudden internal debate of which urge was now stronger.

“What’s going on, honey?” You glanced back over at the TV, where you had a steamy ‘Game of Thrones’ sex scene paused on your screen and sighed.

“I need help. And you’re the only person that can help me.” You whined. You knew that you would be pushing the limits with your request as you and Sebastian were still trying to figure out what you actually were but at that moment, your hormones did not care. Seb sighed over the ‘thwap’ of his sheets in the background.

“Is this an ‘I’m just bringing the baby ice cream and going back home’ kinda help or an ‘I’m a hormonal mess and need a shoulder to cry on so I should just bring my suitcase so I don’t have to run home before my early flight in the morning’ kinda help.” You smiled as your hand absentmindedly danced across your stomach.

“Bring the suitcase and the ice cream?” You questioned over the sound of Seb’s jeans. He chuckled again and you could almost hear his nod.

“You’re lucky I had just gotten in to bed, cookie. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” You smiled at the nickname Seb had given you in reference to the cookie dough ice cream you craved nearly every single day.

“Thank you! You’re the best.” You heard his phone go dead and you bit your lip. The two of you had been secretly sort-of dating for the past 2 and a half months, ever since you found out the gender of your son. You both knew you liked each other; you surprisingly had a lot in common with each other, but you were both concerned that your relationship was forced or would be judged because of your situation. Now, while you had kissed a quite few times, you hadn’t slept with each other yet but at that moment, you were a little too desperate to care about that. You wanted more.

Seb had purposely moved you into an apartment that was only four blocks away from his to make sure that if you needed anything at all, he could be there in minutes. He was an absolute angel, dropping by at least once a day when you got off work and on the weekends to make sure you had anything and every thing you needed. You rarely called him for help but no matter the time, he was quick to rush to your side when you did. You only had to wait ten minutes for Seb to let himself in, his carry-on suitcase in one hand and a bag with Ben and Jerry’s in the other.

“What’s going on, baby girl?” He asked as he set down his bag and locked the door. You looked over at him over the back of the couch before looking back at the TV.

“Can we fuck?” You asked as you looked back over at him. He laughed as he put the ice cream in the freezer for you.

“Did you just booty call me?” You looked back over at him and pouted.

“You can blame Game of Thrones and the baby. I'm dying, please!” You begged. He looked over at you as you kneeled on the couch and folded your hands. You gave him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster as he walked out of the open kitchen and over to the couch.

“Is this what you want? Like what you really want?” You nodded as you reached out and grabbed his hands.

“Look, we’ve been doing… this… whatever this is for a while. At this point, we are holding back from moving on out of fear. Fear that we’re gunna be judged for what happened, fear that we aren’t going to work out. Fear that we are only here because of Ryan or that I’m not good enough for you because I’m just an ordinary nobody. Fear, fear fear. Understandable fears for the situation.” He went to interrupt but you softly shushed him and gently pulled him over the back of the couch next to you. He groaned when he realized you were in a plain white tank top and a pair of boy short panties.

“But the point is, we are here. So now, we are at a crossroads. We can just bite the bullet and just be the couple we basically are. Like an official couple; not just going kinda through the motions. We can accept that you are an actor and I'm just a drug and alcohol councilor that will forever be the mother of your son and embrace it. Or we can keep dancing around glass; being mindful of everything we say or do and not get to be blissfully happy like a family should be.” You shifted your leg over his hip and ran your finger down his cheek. You opened your mouth to go on but he shook his head.

“You’re not just an ordinary nobody.” He interrupted. He cupped your jaw with his hand and smiled. “You’re amazing. You’re such a free spirit and you’re so beautiful. Yea, I’m scared but… shit, honestly, babe. I want to see where this goes. All of it. If we work, we work. We don’t for whatever reason, we’ll work through it. I'm falling for you, babe.” He brushed his thumb across your lips gently as his eyes darted down to follow the motion. “I just don’t want Hollywood to ruin you.” You smirked and shrugged your shoulder.

“At this point, honey. Whatever is going to happen is going to happen. We can either live in fear and always be walking on egg shells and hiding. Or we just live and enjoy life for how ever long we have it. Live in the moment, ya know?” He nodded and stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about everything you had said with his brow furrowed like usual. You watched the questions dance in his mind like they had before before you couldn’t stand it any more. You popped your bottom lip out and whined. “Look, I will love you forever if you think about all of this on the plane tomorrow and just fuck me. I’m dying here.” He smirked as his blue eyes found yours.

“Well we can’t have that, can we?” You shook your head as he leaned in for a kiss; wrapping his arms around you and pulling you as close as your baby bump and the small couch will allow.

~~~~~ 9 MONTHS PREGNANT ~~~~~~~

“I believe I may pay rent and just live here year round.” Sebastian’s mom, Georgeta said with a laugh as she sat in one of the lounge chairs in the New York Presbyterian Lower Manhattan Hospital natural birthing center. Your mother nodded in agreement in the chair next to her as they watched Seb rub your back in the large tub. You had wanted a natural home birth and this was the compromise Seb gave you; he was way too nervous not to have every doctor in the world available.

“Just do us both a favor and give us lots of grand babies and make sure you deliver them all here.” Your mother teased; receiving a sarcastic eye roll from you.

“You get one and you’ll like it.” You growled as you rested your forehead on the side of the bath. Both women laughed as the millionth contraction of the day wrenched through your abdomen. You closed your eyes and twisted Seb’s shirt in your hand with a loud moan.

“You’re doing great, cookie. Breathe with me.” You nodded as you exhaled the breath you were holding and forced yourself to match his breathing. You vaguely heard Seb’s mom say that your contractions were now about a minute apart and your mom saying she was going to get the midwife again as a wave of nausea washed over you. Tears stung your eyes as Seb balled his hand into a fist and rubbed his knuckled on your lower back the way the midwife had taught him.

“Out… I want out.” You said once your contraction had subsided. You grit your teeth as one of Ryan’s swift kicks landed on your ribs. You let go of your boyfriend’s shirt so he could lean over and pulled the stopper. Seb asked for his mother’s help to get you out as he took ahold of your right arm. As the two of them helped you step out of the tub, your mother and Rachael, your midwife, came into the room.

“I hear we’re getting closer.” She said as she grabbed Seb a towel to dry you off. You wrapped the sling hanging from the ceiling around your wrists for support and nodded as you breathed through another contraction. You focused on Seb’s reassuring voice as you continued to tell yourself that natural birth is what you wanted; not wanting to turn to pain killers of any kind if you absolutely didn’t have to. They had been your down fall for the better part of your teens and your early and mid 20’s and you wanted no excuse to bring them back into your life if you didn’t absolutely have to. Once the contraction ended, Rachael did a quick check on how far dilated you were and smiled.

“We’re almost at ten. Should have less than an hour left until we start pushing, (Y/N). We still thinking standing?” You nodded as you leaned forward into your pain, watching the water drip onto the floor from your bikini top; the only article of clothing you still had on.

“I can’t do this.” You gasped softly with a shake of your head. “I can’t…”

“Hey, look at me.” Seb said softly as he stepped in front of you; moving close enough that he was the only thing you could see. “You can do this. You are so strong, (Y/N). So, so strong. We’re so close to meeting our son.” He kept softly whispering sweet nothings as the subtle commotion of Rachael and both your moms getting situated for the birth seemed to melt away with his words and the pain. Every moment seemed to last a life time with excruciating pain that just seemed to get worse and worse. You barely registered Rachael and Sebastian helping you move the sling around your back to lean on so that the soft, emerald green material could bear your weight so your legs didn’t have to.

You didn’t think the pain you were feeling could get any worse in that next 45 minutes… until it was time to push. You kept your focus locked on Sebastian where he was standing in front of you; coaching and encouraging you with everything he had. Rachael had noticed when you had started to push that you could only hear Seb in that moment, so she had him relaying all of her messages to you. His hands stayed wrapped around yours on the sling and no matter how hard he tried to hide it in his voice and face, you could still see the sheer terror in his blue eyes. The only reason he had agreed to this is because it was what you wanted.

“He’s almost here, cookie. I can see him.” Seb said as tears welled in his eyes after an hour of pushing. “Keep going, baby.” You nodded, took a deep breath, let out a growled scream, and pushed with everything you had. You felt a fire-like burn as a blast of white hot pain ripped through you. “That’s it, baby. One more; you got this.” You looked down between your slightly bent legs at the beautiful face of your baby boy in Sebastian and Rachael’s hands. You let out a choked, sobbed laugh before taking one more breath and pushing again. The pain was released almost instantaneously as Ryan Michael Stan slid into his fathers hands.

You never knew your heart could be so full of love until the moment you looked at Ryan. Tears fell down your cheeks and the world and everyone in it ceased to exist. You refused to take your eyes off him as Seb held his son to his bare chest, cut the umbilical cord, and cleaned him up under the loving eyes of Diane and Georgeta. After you delivered the afterbirth, Rachael and your mom helped you over to the full sized bed.

“You did it, baby.” Seb said as he came over and sat down on the bed next to you. You sobbed a laugh and nodded as he gently handed you the little love of your life. You didn’t hear any of the three women say they would give you a minute alone or leave the room as he untied your bikini for you so you could have skin to skin contact.

“Hi Ryan.” You whispered as you brushed your fingertip down his nose, a nose he absolutely got from you. “I’m your mommy.”

“He’s so perfect.” You nodded in agreement as Ryan opened his beautiful blue eyes; definitely Seb’s eyes, and looked right at you. Your smile got impossibly bigger and Seb looked up at you. “I love you. And I’m not just saying that because of Ryan.” Your eyes whipped up to him at the first declaration of his love and he nodded. “I really love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you, too, Sebastian.” He leaned forward and gave you a chaste, passionate kiss before he shifted on the bed so he could hold the two loves of his life in his arms. He kissed your bare shoulder and rested his chin there as he brushed his thumb across Ryan’s cheek; tears of joy slightly blurring both your views of your sweet baby boy.

Part 2

#Stepping Up Series #One Night at Hellcat Annie's #One Night at Hellcat Annie's Series

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