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madamechrissy · 1 month ago

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=͟͟͞♡ Healing Hearts =͟͟͞♡

=͟͟͞♡ Pairings:-Doctor Gojo x Intern F!Reader

=͟͟͞♡ Contents/warnings- Medical procedures, crazy sexual tension, lots of cussing, light angst, tons of humor, workplace relationship, the hospital is lowkey slutty lol. Reader 26, Dr. Gojo 34, small age gap- Grey's vibes ✨️

=͟͟͞♡ Word Count- this chap- 7.5k

=͟͟͞♡ Summary- You are the top Surgical Doctor intern, along with Maki, Yuta and Toge. You all are exhausted from passing the first month, sixteen plus hour days, days you don't even go home, all to get a top spot with the star Surgeon, Dr. Gojo, your resident doctor and boss. Or as you call him, Dr. Hojo. He's takes nothing serious but his surgeries it seems, and has a reputation for being a player, but he has that top spot, so you want to prove your worth! You just have to ignore those stupid butterflies he gives you, and those pretty blue eyes, along with his interest in you, and focus!

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=͟͟͞♡ Part One =͟͟͞♡ Playlist =͟͟͞♡ Masterlist

♡ Part Two ♡

“Doctor, you should call it. The time of death.” Comes Miwa’s voice, soft and sweet, as you’re pumping your hands tirelessly over this woman’s chest.

The woman had a damn baby right in the hospital nursery, having had a placental abruption, they had gotten the baby out in time on the maternity ward, but then she lost too much blood, and they’d brought her here. You've pumped countless times, your elbows are locked, your arms are aching, there are tears sticking to your cheeks that you don’t know where they came from.

You’re counting, one, two, three… to thirty, then scowl up at the nurse assistant now. “She’s not dead yet, now do the breaths!”

The assistant squeezes the blue bottle, frowning at you in concern. “It’s been three minutes, the patient is likely gone.”

“Don’t tell me to just give up on her. I won’t. Charge em up.” You turn and say to Miwa now, and she sighs. “I said…” You’re pumping so hard you feel her ribcage just barely crack, but you can’t stop, she’s flat lined and she has a damn baby. “I said charge them. Thirty joules! C’mon, Yula…”

The patient’s name was Yula, her name was Yula.

You keep repeating it to yourself as you work over her, hopelessly staring at the screen, praying to see a blip, to see anything. You’ve already had to call time of death for patients, but something in this got you, in knowing that the baby wouldn’t even know her own mother. In knowing that she got here just in time to save her baby, only to fall unconscious.

You’re nearing four minutes, you realize with a panic, and you notice Miwa has not charged the paddles. “Doctor, you should-”

“Are you telling your doctor what to do?” You demand, breathless, and she pouts then, thin brows drawing together.

“If she says charge them, fucking charge them. Thirty joules, now.” Comes Doctor Gojo’s voice, deep and stern, as he steps into the room, glaring over at Miwa, who now suddenly decides that she will charge the paddles. You’d roll your eyes if you weren’t compressing over and over on Yula, exhaustion already setting in.

“Thank you, Dr. Gojo.” You manage, trembling with your effort, and he gently pushes you out of the way, you shake out your numb arms.

“You get the paddles, intern, okay. How long?” He asks.

“Almost four minutes, Gojo, she's crazy!” Miwa says. Your jaw clenches.

“Did I ask you anything?” He demands then, and the room goes silent, Gojo looks right at you, seriously, when you get the paddles and then he moves his hands, as you shock Yula’s chest now.

A blip.

“Please, please…” You whisper, choking up, and then the blip dies off. “She just had two blood transfusions, we need to-”

“Doctor, she’s been at it too long.” Miwa says. “She’s going to have no brain function if we go one more minute.”

“So we give her one more minute!” You shout at her, you never shout, you never break this composure you try to have, but you’re exhausted, weak, thank god Gojo’s pumping over her, his strong arms working faster than even you could.

“Hey, intern, look at me.” You look at Gojo then, at his pretty face as he’s working over her, his white hair falling over his forehead, he nods at the paddles. “Just breathe, yeah? Charge them to forty five.”

“Yes, Sir.” You manage, taking a breath, then you open your eyes, and look at the screen one more time, taking the defibrillator paddles, and shocking her chest, her entire body jolts. The room is dead silent, then you hear it, a heartbeat, a pulse on that machine, a steady beep… beep… beep…

You start sobbing in relief, uncaring what anyone thought at that moment. Doctor Gojo checks for signs of brain activity, rubbing her throat then, feeling her pulse. He grins at you, brightening that room with those glinting white teeth. He gestures for you to come over now, as Yula barely opens her eyes, gasping for breath then, leaning up on her elbows.

“What… where’s my baby?” She whispers, her lips are blue, but she’s talking, cognizant, aware. You feel chills through your body, goosebumps you rub gingerly with sore arms.

The first thing she asks, her baby. She’s gonna be a damn good mom, and she gets to be a mom. You push back thoughts of your own mom, taking a breath to finally speak.

“Your baby is nice and healthy, she’s strong. Like her mom.” You say softly, holding her hand delicately in your own, the nurses are unhooking her from the plugs in the wall, wrapping tubes and wires now, so that they can take her to get checked on Doctor Gojo’s orders.

“Oh thank goodness, oh…” She’s blinking tears now, and she looks to Doctor Gojo, who is smiling softly at her.

“She saved your life.” Gojo says, and you shake your head.

“He did, truly.”

“Well, a little, but mostly her.” He nudges you a bit playfully, and she’s smiling, holding her hands out to both of you.

“Thank you both so, so much. Thank you.” The nurses who all were not listening are quiet now, but you don’t blame them, many of them have done this for years, and you were new.

But something feels so good knowing she is okay, that she will live to see her baby, a fucking rush knowing you saved her, that Doctor Gojo had helped you, despite you going against certain protocol. You look up at him now, and his lips part as he studies you, seriously.

“We will get you to some tests, then you can hold your baby. How’s that sound, Miss Yula?” Satoru says, turning his attention to her, and she nods, grinning so big. She’s pale, she looks weak, but she’s strong and she’s alive.

“Thank you both so much. I can’t wait to meet my baby! Was it a…” Your heart pounds now, realizing she didn’t even see the baby yet.

“It’s a boy. You will see him very soon.” They wheel her away, Miwa is about to leave when Gojo pauses her.

“You will not do that again, I don’t care if she’s new, she is your doctor. Do you understand?” He asks, he’s quiet, so no one hears, and she is blinking back tears now, lip trembling.

“You’re being mean to me.” You try not to scoff, acting like you can’t hear a thing she says, Satoru doesn’t hide his scoff.

“Mean? It’s lives we’re talking about, not personal things.” He says, dropping his voice even quieter, as you work on putting in orders for medicines for Yula, you pretend you don’t hear, but something in you is curious.

“She’s insane.”

Ouch.

“She’s my best intern, and I like insane.” You can’t lie about how elated you are when you hear him. Doctor Gojo might come off as silly, or goofy, but he was the best, and the praise meant so much, even if insane may not be a compliment, from him it seemed like one. “How many times have I pulled a stunt like that?”

“You’re Doctor Gojo.”

“She went through the same schooling, she earned her place here. I am disappointed. I’ll have to assign you elsewhere if you keep on with it, you’ve repeatedly not listened to her. Understood?”

She looks at you, then looks down, nodding. “I get it, fine… but, can I see you later?” Her voice drops another octave, just a breath really.

“I’m busy today, but just know I’m not mad at you, okay? Just you need to trust her judgment, I only brought the best here.” He has his hands on her shoulders gently, she nods, then walks by you.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just seen… a lot of situations where that doesn’t work.” She says, and you shake your head.

“It’s okay, I am kind of batshit crazy to keep going so long. I think I really… because of the baby…”

“I understand. I’ll trust you next time.” She whispers, giving you a little hug now, surprising you. “You saved her.”

“Thank you, Miwa.” You give her a little smile as she leaves, and it’s just you and Satoru now, as the heavy hospital door slams shut. Satoru has his hands in the pockets of his white lab coat, leaning against the counter of the hospital room, looking at you. “I know, I know… I was reckless.”

“Completely reckless, and honestly she’s right. You’re insane.” He says, you flush then, looking down.

“Is this going to fuck up my chance to scrub in? I’m so sorry-”

“Why did you go so hard?” He’s suddenly right in front of you, the pounding of adrenaline racing through your body makes you overheated, lightheaded, to the point you feel a little dizzy.

“She just had that baby, Satoru. Fuck… Gojo. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t mind.” He brushes your hair back, it’s fallen out of its bun. “You want me to fix your hair?”

“You don’t have to-”

“I asked if you wanted me to.” You nod then, turning, and Satoru is taking your hair out of your bun now, gathering it gently. “So you wanted to try insane shit because she had a baby?”

“Yes. Sorry I’m such a mess.”

“You just gave four hundred compressions, you should be a mess. Now, is it just because you love babies so much?” He asks, long fingers massaging your scalp, you can’t help but shut your eyes. It feels so good.

“I do love babies, but no. My mother died having me, from the same thing, placental abruption. I was in the NICU for a long, long time. My dad had to care for me alone, poor guy had no clue what to do. I snapped, honestly, it wasn’t professional in any way, Gojo.”

He’s quiet, as he fixes your hair back up, now his big, sure hands are massaging your sore arms, you exhale, tilting your neck side to side. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I never knew her. All I have are stories, I never even got held in her arms, just like Yula’s baby would have been.” Your voice is hoarse, your body is tired, you feel his gentle touch and crave more of it.

“You call your patients their names, not ‘patient’.”

“Yes. They have names, we should use them. Don’t you?”

“I do. But… you know that you are letting your emotions guide you, rather than your brain.”

“I’m so sorry-”

“I like that.”

“What now!?” You turn to look at him in shock, and he’s very serious, more serious than you’re used to seeing him. Even in surgery, his confidence carried over, and he could crack jokes as you would watch him through the glass. You were always amazed by that, the confidence, the skill, the ability to laugh even.

“I like that you said fuck protocol and tried your best to save someone, shit that’s why I’m as good at what I do as I am. I said fuck all these rules. Sometimes saving someone means trusting your gut.” He’s tilting your chin up, and for some insane moment you want to kiss him, is it the adrenaline, is it his praise, is it your heart racing so much you’re stupid?

You eye his plush lips, barely registering his words.

“You like that I’m too emotional? Isn’t that the opposite of what I’m supposed to be as a doctor?” You whisper, and he shakes his head then, leaning close.

“You’re unique, special. I find you intriguing actually, and exactly what I want in an intern. I’ll have to cover for your ass though with Yaga.”

“Ugh, I know.” You sigh now. “You’re about to take over as chief of surgery, aren’t you? I don’t want to fuck anything up.”

“Nah, no worries there, I have been getting away with shit for eight years. I’m the best so they do whatever the fuck I want to keep me.” He smirks, and you smile up at him, enjoying the close proximity far too much. “You owe me.”

“Anything! Oh, nothing pervy.”

His lips quirk up. “How dare you assume.”

“Well, Miwa is probably upset, you may not get a bj.” He snorts then, dropping your chin and rolling his pretty blue eyes.

“She absolutely was in the wrong to question you, and she knows. As for… well we don’t have a relationship, I don’t really date.”

You raise a brow curiously. “You just fuck?”

“Lots of fucking.” You snort, shaking your head.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You should try it, you’re too stiff, you should loosen up.”

“Bet you- actually, you know what, no. I’m too happy to argue. Maybe I should go relieve some stress, shit.” Gojo laughs again, and you giggle now. “I’m losing my mind at this career.”

“That’s what good doctors do.” He taps your nose.

“Why do you do that?” You ask curiously.

“You’re cute when it scrunches up. Now, I want you to go out to eat with me sometime, that’s all I ask.” You sigh, tilting your head.

“Why, you’re Dr. Hojo, you can have anyone go out to eat with you, and do much more than I would, I’m sure.”

“Maybe I just wanna know what makes you tick, intern. Especially now that I saw you in action like that.” You nervously bite your lip, as you think of just being around him outside of this hospital, what would that even be like?

“Sure, we can go out to eat some time. Are you going to the party tomorrow?” You ask, and he nods.

“I’ll be there to make it fun. Now, you go put in your notes, I’ll go mitigate this with Yaga before it blows up.” He gently rubs your shoulder, walking past you now towards the door.

“Doctor Gojo?” He turns then. “Thank you, so much.”

Satoru smiles at you, nodding his head a bit. “You’re welcome intern, you owe me though, I’ll be annoying you about it.”

“Can’t wait.” You tease, he chuckles as he walks by, you nearly collapse, so overwhelmed, plopping down into the rolling chair and covering your face.

You saved someone. That eclipses it all, this is what you wanted to do, always, to save people, like your mom that day. No, not everyone is going to get saved, but if you can just do your fucking best, you feel good. You look at your watch, only one hour left of this insane day.

The night of the party

You’re rushing to get out of the hospital, to hurry and get to the party Maki, Yuta and Toge have started without you. You brought party clothes with you, so you quickly change into the outfit, a slinky little red dress that glitters even under the icky fluorescent lights above. You run over to the mirror, slathering on some concealer, mascara, and lip gloss.

You then dig through your bag, retrieving a brush, running it through your hair and attempting to look human, to look…

“Damn, intern, you look hot.” Gojo’s voice comes behind you, you gasp, jerking and dropping the brush, it clatters to the floor. He smirks at you.

“You scared me, shit!” He bends down, grabbing your brush, and for a moment his breath hits your bare thighs, you tremble as he looks up at your bare legs, taking his time to stand.

“Nice stems.” He says, you roll your eyes, snatching up the brush.

“Oh hush.” You turn, running it through your hair once more, peering at Gojo’s reflection, feeling how small you are compared to him in that mirror. “You bringing Miwa to the party?”

“She’ll be there I’m sure, but I told you, we aren’t dating. One blow job doesn’t make a girlfriend.”

“Only one, hmm? You have more stones to collect.” He chuckles, shaking his head, you turn then, slinging your bag over your shoulder, far too close to him. “God, you always smell good.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing!” You panic, shoving past him, and he is grinning far too big now, taking off his white lab coat, revealing those strong muscles, veins popping out under the pale skin, and since when are veins attractive!?

Everything about him is.

Be immune to the charm.

“I wanna show you something before you go, can you wait just a second? Or so eager to get to the party?” He asks, going to his locker, sliding off his shirt, your throat goes dry, you look quickly away.

“Just eager to make sure they don’t destroy my house.”

“Are you giving me a tour of your room?”

“No infinity stones to be found here.” He snorts, you look back and see him in his boxers, looking away again.

“All right, I’m decent. You’re cute when you blush.”

“I’m just… overheated.”

“Uh huh.” You look to see him now, as he shuts his locker and he’s wearing a dark blue dress shirt, black slacks and boots, he runs a brush through his hair, you’re entranced as his silky strands slide through so effortlessly. “There, all done, how do I look?”

“You look good, Gojo. You always do though.”

“Sure do.” You can’t help but laugh, he’s ridiculous. He grabs his wallet, shoving it in his pocket, holding out a hand. You look at it. “Come on.”

“Oh, fine. It better be good I’m already running late.” You put your hand in his, and he drags you down several halls, until you’re both in an elevator, still holding hands, you pull yours away, glaring at him. “I’m not gonna fuck you, Gojo.”

“Ouch, you wound me, mean little intern.” He puts a hand on his chest. “I’m so offended, I didn’t say that to you!”

“You fuck whoever, and that’s cool, I get it. You’re hot, and this job is stressful as shit.”

“You think I’m hot, hmm?” He leans close, far too close, you glare at him again, pushing on his chest, ignoring how good his muscles feel under your palms.

“You know you are.”

“Yeah, I do. And of course I wanna fuck you, look at you. But I also just want to… get to know you.” He cups your face, and your eyes shut for just a moment. “I know you’re a goodie goodie.”

“Am not.”

“So you’re freaky?”

“You won’t find out.”

“Oh no?”

“Nope.” He leans closer, and your chin tilts up, lips just a breath from him, so close you taste his sweet breath.

“Then why do you look like you wanna kiss me so bad, intern?” He murmurs, you lean even closer, before the elevator stops, and you step back, struggling to compose yourself, turning away. “Aw, you okay?”

“Fuck you, Dr. Hojo.”

He laughs once more. “Come on, I’ll stop teasing.”

“You’re such an ass.” You huff, stomping out, then pausing when you realize where you are. “The maternity ward?”

He smiles, hand now gently holding your inner arm, you ignore how good his hand feels on your bare skin. “I think you should see something.”

Soon he’s led you to a room, then you see them.

Yula holding her little baby.

“Oh my god.” You smile up at him, he studies you carefully, nodding over to where they’re sitting in the hospital bed.

“Go say hi, you deserve it.” His hand is at the small of your back, as you walk inside the room, Gojo stays at the doorway, watching you. Yula lights up when she sees you, grinning so big.

“You downplayed what you did, everyone is calling you a miracle worker, Doctor.” She says to you, you shake your head, stopping in front of them, looking at the beautiful baby boy, his cherubic little cheeks hollowing as he sucks on a bright blue binkie, then you look back at Yula.

“It was nothing, just my job.”

“No, it wasn’t nothing. If not for you… I…” She blinks back tears now, and you barely hold in your own.

“Don’t upset yourself, please. You have been through a lot, mama.”

“You should hold him!” Yula says.

“Me? I…”

“Here.” She sits up carefully, and you pick up the little boy, Yula smiles at Gojo and waves him in. “His name is Gojo.”

“What?” Gojo blinks a bit himself, coming to stand beside you and looking down at him, Gojo carefully brushes the baby’s cheek, his hands bigger than the little baby almost. You smile up at him, and for a moment, your eyes lock, then you both flush, looking away. “After me?”

“Yes, you were amazing. I’d have named it after you if it was a girl!”

“Oh, goodness. He is handsome, huh Gojo?” You coo to the baby, Gojo’s hand again comes to the small of your back, he is leaning over your shoulder, looking down at the bundle in your arms.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Knowing you did a good thing here.” He murmurs in your ear, and you nod then, smiling back at him.

“Thank you for this, Gojo. And thank you, Yula.”

“Thank you both, you're getting Christmas gifts from me.” You both laugh softly, saying your goodbyes, and when the elevator closes again, you let the little tears fall. Satoru swipes at them, and you sigh.

“Fuck it.” You yank him down by his shirt, kissing his lips, expecting it to feel nice, or good… but instead, it’s electrifying, as if little shocks are radiating throughout your entire body. Satoru exhales, deepening the kiss, pressing you against the wall, hands at your waist, peering back to look down at you, to take a breath.

“Fuck…” He murmurs softly, brushing your cheek with his long fingers, running a thumb over your lower lip. “What did I do to earn something that sweet?”

“You did a lot for me. Thank you.” He kisses your lips again, but now his tongue slips in, and you feel desire pooling in your core, especially when his hands are trailing up your sides, and his tongue is dancing with yours. You pull back, gasping. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t fucking apologize. Please.” He kisses you deeper now, and you lose yourself for that moment, his teeth on your bottom lip, your arms wrapping around his neck as he bends low. Your hands entwine in that silky hair, the hair you have wondered how good would feel under your fingers, his thigh coming between your thighs. “Oh my god…”

“Mmm.” You whine out, pathetic, hips arching up, and you feel him, his hard thigh, those hands overtaking you, tasting him, a hand enwrapping in your hair.

“You’re so hot there…” He murmurs, a hand sliding down your tummy, making it tremble, and you are questioning everything, until the elevator dings, and you both pull away quickly, but Satoru looks completely affected, eyes dilated, his breaths heavy as they come out, mirroring you.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Yeah you should have.”

“No… but thank you. Really.” You touch his shoulder gently. “I will not be an infinity stone.”

“Think you’d be the whole gauntlet.”

“Oh whatever. Forget that, please.”

“No way.”

You both are walking out to your cars then, you’re fucking insane, you kissed Satoru Gojo, your boss! You kissed him. He’s walking you to your car now, opening your door, and you can barely meet his pretty eyes, so embarrassed. “I really shouldn’t have done that.”

“You were feeling something, emotions, gratitude… attraction.” He practically says the word like a caress, you feel it physically. “More probably. What’s wrong with feeling things?” He asks then, and you sigh.

“Feeling things for someone who you can’t be with, that sounds like torture.”

“Is it all that?”

“Yes. You should… forget it.”

“I’m not forgetting it. I’ll see you there?” You nod, shy as fuck now, surprised at yourself, touching your lips when you shut the car door, his kiss is lingering on your lips, like some drug you crave.

You gasp when he’s still standing there, grinning at you through your window. You roll it down, scowling. “Go on!”

“You were thinking about it.” He says in a sing-song voice.

“Was not!”

“Mmm, naughty intern-”

You rev up your loud ass car. “Can’t hear you!” He’s grinning far too big when you drive off, heart pounding.

You kissed your boss, and now you’re going to a party with him?

You have lost your mind?

“Bitch, you look so hot.” Maki runs over to you, shoving a questionable red solo cup in your hands, making you wince.

“Bad memories. You look hot too!” You kiss her cheek now, as there are people all over your house, dancing, laughing, most of whom you have no clue who they are. Some loud bass music is blaring, and it’s giving you a bit of a headache, but the energy is good, and you can see your roommates enjoying themselves.

Yuta is taking shots with Toge, you both walk over as Maki takes a sip from her own cup, her eyes sparkling. “Drink it!”

“Oh fine.” You take a sip, feeling the sweet, fruity drink. At first it’s fine, but then you can feel the burn of the alcohol. “Not bad.”

“Yeah, yeah, chug it bitch.”

“No!”

“Then take shots, pretty.” Yuta says, and you giggle, shaking your head. “What, you look pretty? Both of you do.”

“Pretty.” Toge says, blush on his cheeks when you kiss one, then Yuta’s.

“Aww thank you all.” Toge runs off then, leaving you confused, staring at Yuta and Maki who are whispering to each other. “What’d I do!?”

“He’s got it bad.” Maki says, seriously.

“What? No.”

“He does, poor guy. No chance.” Yuta says, you sigh.

“You all are silly, he does not. I would know, I live with him. He’s just a little… shy sometimes.”

“Exactly. You’re so evil to men.” You stick your tongue out at Yuta.

“Whatever! Am not.” You sip your drink, it starts tasting less biting as the alcohol warms your tummy.

“You’re mean as shit to Gojo. He’s got puppy dog eyes for you.” Maki says, as Satoru now walks in, Suguru right next to him.

“He has eyes for everyone.” You flush then, remembering the elevator vividly, as Satoru’s eyes catch yours across the room. “He’s my boss. Our boss.”

“The entire hospital is fucking.” Maki says, earning your look at her and Yuta, your eyes narrowing, assessing how close they are. “Not us!”

“Oh, you two so are. Since when!?” They both flush and look away, you cross your arms now, leaning forward. “In my house, terrible children.”

“Fuck off, you’re not our mom.” Maki sticks her tongue out.

“How long!”

“Like two weeks, chill.” Yuta clears his throat.

“I see something… over there.” Is all he says, then he leaves, and you scooch closer to Maki now.

“I tell you something, you tell me.”

You lean close, looking back at Satoru, Miwa is bouncing over to him, but for some reason he keeps looking at you, eyes shouldn’t be so intense you see them across the whole living room and dining room!? You have a pretty big house, but it seems small with this many people, overheating the area.

“Fine, we’ve had sex a lot, but only for a couple weeks, we’re not labeling it anything.”

“Oh…” You struggle to understand how your best friends are… hooking up. It doesn’t surprise you completely, though. “Not dating?”

Maki rolls her green eyes. “It doesn’t always have to be a relationship, you’re so old school.”

“Am not. I just… have a five date rule or so.”

“Bet Doctor Hojo breaks it.”

“Maki!”

“Time for your secret, and a shot.” She pours you both tequila, you shiver as you remember college with Maki, the amount of nights you’d both held each other’s hair as you got sick. “Don’t wuss out, you’re the hero doctor now.”

“Am not at all. Fine, bottoms up.” You both take shots down your throat, biting on your lemons now. “Blegh.”

“Baby.”

“I won’t tell you then!” You hiss, and she yanks you to her.

“You will!”

“Oh fine. I kissed him, there I said it.” You whisper, looking around fervently, as if someone can hear you whisper over booming music, Maki barely hears you, but she sees your gaze darts to Satoru, and his gaze hits you.

“Oh fuck… that’s so messy, you gonna hit it?” You shush her as he starts to walk toward you all, luckily he keeps getting stopped, everyone loves Doctor Gojo and him and Doctor Geto are getting swarmed by nurses and interns.

“No, no… it was a kiss. Maki he was so great to me yesterday, I think I really like him, but I can’t.”

“You can, just gotta be careful babes.”

“No, he’s… Maki he’s a slut.”

“Rude.” Sartoru says then, and you nearly spit out your drink, coughing then, Maki’s grin is huge, she pushes her glasses up, eyeing Gojo then.

“Hey Dr. Hunk.”

“It’s Dr. Hojo.” You glare at her, and Satoru slings an arm around your shoulders, lanky limbs overtaking you.

“She’s mean as hell, your bestie.” He says to Maki.

“She is, that's why I love her. Hmm, you should have shots with us!”

“Sounds good-”

“What, no!”

“Why? Scared I’ll out drink you?” He asks.”

“You absolutely could, I suck at drinking.”

“Even better, loosen you up-”

“Shots!” Maki hands you both shot glasses now, and you both down them, Satoru then bites a lemon and it’s far too sexy how he does, you feel your tummy clench just watching him suck one. “Hmm, I see… something over there.”

Maki dips now, leaving you alone with Satoru, and you don’t even know what to say, so nervous next to him. You keep looking at his lips, then down, and he surely notices, as they curl into a smirk. “You gonna give me the tour, pretty?”

“Pretty, thought I was just ‘intern’ to you.”

“You’re pretty, very pretty, little intern.” Satoru bars you against the counter now, and your hips shift side to side. “Aw, excited?”

“Shush. People can see!”

“Everyone’s fucking in this hospital.”

“No kidding.” You pout as you look at Yuta and Maki. “Some right in my own damn house.”

“You’re like an angry mom.”

“Hey!” You shove at him now, and then you see him sip a drink, watch that adam’s apple bob, and fuck…

Gojo’s gorgeous, and you haven’t had any in forever.

Usually you’re good, a nice smut story and a vibrator, but he does something to you, that makes you forget who you are, where you are. You still ease out of his trap now, sighing and shaking your head. “Not here.”

“Oh, not here? Are you planning on seducing me, intern?”

“Psh, you wish. I mean… we can talk somewhere else.”

“Talk, huh. That’s what the twenty somethings call it.”

“You’re so ridiculous, ugh… I mean… talk. Will Miwa get mad?” You ask, and he rolls his eyes.

“You really seem to think a blow job equals dating.”

“Yeah, well she’s already not a fan of me.” You take his hand now, walking him down the hall, where there are indeed people making out, including Miwa. You blink a bit then, and Satoru leans in close.

“Told you. The hospital is slutty.”

“Not me.”

“You’re so different.”

“Fuck off.” You laugh softly though, continuing through the hall, pointing at a room now. “Down there is the basement, where I hide my bodies.”

“Called it, serial killers have those steady hands.” You stick your tongue out, enjoying holding his hand far too much, he seems just as enamored as you, following you through each hall.

“There is Maki’s room, Yuta’s is there, and Toge’s is across from mine.”

“He’s in love with you, you know that yeah?”

“Why do people think that? He’s just a sweetie. And this… well this was my parents room, I just leave it be.” You murmur then, taking another sip of your drink, and Gojo frowns now.

“Can I see it?”

“Um… it’s all covered in sheets since forever, dusty and abandoned unfortunately so… nothing to see.”

“Curious if you look like your mom or dad.”

“Are you?” He nods a bit, and you bite your lip, shaking your head. “I can show you a picture of them, I have one in my room.”

“Dad’s gone too?” He asks, and you sigh, nodding, walking into your room, feeling the intimacy suddenly of such an action. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, really. My grandparents raised me. They’re good, they just moved out to Florida, retired.”

“You’re alone here?”

“No, I have my friends. Here, this was them.” You show him a little picture then, it’s frayed at the edges, of your mom and dad holding each other at prom. “They were really young here.”

“She was beautiful, you do look like her.” You get misty eyed at that, touching the picture, before shaking your head.

“Fuck you’re supposed to be here for fun, not me crying. What’s with me today?” Satoru turns you to him then, after you put the picture down, and you exhale, desire killing you, it’s like something is pulling you to him.

“Nothing is wrong with feeling things. I didn’t come here for a party, I came here to get to know you.”

“Why do you want to? Maybe I’m boring.”

“I doubt all that. So you tell me, intern, what do you want to do? Talk, look at pictures, give me a blow job?”

“As if!” He laughs then, and you realize it then... “You’re cheering me up, aren’t you Gojo?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You do that. A lot.”

“I’m glad.”

“You also annoy me.” Satoru’s pressing your back against your dresser, and you’re all too aware how hard his body is, how he’s muddling your mind. “What you wanna like… just fuck as friends or something?”

“I didn’t say that. You assume. Maybe I want to kiss you all night.” Your head falls back, Satoru is kissing you again, this time you let yourself go, feeling every bit of him, the kiss is more messy, more desperate than the elevator. Your teeth are nipping at his lower lip, earning a soft moan, as he grips your hips tightly, thumbs pressing into your pelvis.

“Mnh, we shouldn’t…”

“We shouldn’t. But… you’re really ready.”

“Ugh.” You’re a blushing mess now. “It’s been a while and… you’re really hot and…”

He chuckles. “You’re adorable. Let me make you cum, then, hmm?”

“Wh-what now?” You gasp when he’s picking you up, hoisting you on the dresser, spreading your thighs. “Gojo…”

“Satoru.”

“Doctor Hojo.”

He smirks, hands trailing up your thighs, your head falls back just so, hair cascading down your back, sighing at how good it feels. “You’re a brat.”

“You’re the bratty one. What do you mean just… get me off.”

“Stress relief. Why not let me help? I am a doctor.” You blush furiously, and he smiles. “Cute.”

“I’m not your patient…”

“Roleplay.”

“You kinky little- ah!” Satoru slides his hand between your thighs, cupping you where your panties are, and he pauses, mouth open slightly, snowy lashes lowering over dark blue eyes in the dim room.

“You’re that wet from kissing?” He whispers, you shut your eyes, taking his hand, with every intention of pulling it off, but you just keep it there, around his strong wrist, feeling his pulse flutter under your thumb.

“I don’t do this.”

“I’ll just finger you.”

“You gonna get me off with your fingers?” His smirk is now a wicked grin, his fingers slipping under your panties, finding you slick and hot. He exhales.

“I know anatomy extremely well. And no, it doesn’t have to change things, I can still be professional.” He slips a finger inside your pussy now, you’re clenching around him, moaning, covering your mouth then. “Fuck you’re tight.”

“Pro-profes… you!? Not… mmm… fuck it, yes, there!” You’re arching your hips up, he is watching your every move intensely, analyzing you like you’re a medical case for him to solve, every breath you take, every movement of your hips, the way your brows draw together. He’s crooking his finger just so, and you see stars, gushing all around his long finger that’s too fucking deep.

“There’s that spot.” He leans close, sliding two fingers inside now, your pussy greedily sucks it up, your hands clinging to his expensive dress shirt, his lips just an inch away. “It’s not on any anatomy, is it, this spot? But yours is easy to find, pretty, right there.” He hits it again, and you’re getting closer and closer, whining out, pulling him closer.

“Mpfh.” You can’t manage a syllable, it’s too good, the stretch, his nearness, you crave him so bad you can’t think.

“Want me to make you cum?” He asks, sultry voice as much of a caress as his soppy fingers.

You nod eagerly, then he kisses you, pulling your hips down, pumping his fingers in and out, hitting the spot over and over. “Satoru…”

“Fuck that sounds good from your mouth.” He kisses down your neck, before whispering in your ear. “So this is a place on the human anatomy, your clitoris. There it is, it’s a tiny little thing.”

“Fuck!” You’re clinging to him desperate, pathetic, as his other hand reaches down, thumb circling your clit. Your eyes lock then, his pupils are so big there’s just a ring of blue, his eyes almost look black, his cheeks flushed.

“When I use both, it can overstimulate you, can’t it?” You mindlessly nod, tears in your eyes as he’s working you. “Hear how wet you are?”

“Mmm…” You’re done with words, his long fingers are too good, and you can hear how wet you are in your room, the squishing sound as he pumps inside your little walls, and you’re soaking his hands.

“I feel it, there, your pussy is tightening up, your nipples are rock hard, you’re biting that lip. You’re about to cum for me, aren’t you?” He murmurs, studying you still, and then you shatter, earning his moan along with your cries, as you feel your orgasm hit so hard you can’t see, just clinging to his dress shirt wordlessly. “Fuck you’re pretty, look at you.”

“Satoru!” You barely manage to focus, when he’s rubbing your pussy up and down between your lips, you jerk you’re so sensitive, you damn near could come again. “Fuck, fuck…”

“Sensitive?” You weakly nod, and now he is sliding his two fingers inside his mouth, sucking, and your jaw drops, breasts heaving. “You’re so yummy.”

“I am?” You whisper, he nods, and takes his other hand that was on your clit, rubbing your own arousal on your lower lip.

“Taste yourself and see.”

You lick your lower lip tentatively, pussy still pulsing around nothing, then he growls, grabbing you, kissing you over and over. You’re a fucking mess, so weak now, you want to say fuck it, suck him, touch him, do anything to make him feel good, you want him inside you.

Your legs are wrapping around his narrow hips now, hands shaking when you’re unbuttoning his shirt, fuck you’re so ready you can’t even remember anything you said you would or wouldn’t do.

“Want you.” You whisper weakly, he exhales, big hands cupping your face.

“Yeah?” You nod again, and he’s kissing down your throat now, pulling you flush against him, your throbbing cunt right against where you feel him, his hard cock under his pants, you weakly grind, mind fuzzy from him. “You feel so good, shit I thought you didn’t-”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Shit…” You hop up now, adjusting yourself, looking in the mirror to see your fucked out, dilated eyes, all glittery, your cheeks flushed, your hair a mess from his hands. “I look like I got fucked, dammit.”

“You didn’t yet, imagine how you’d look when I got done with you.” He’s kissing down your neck now, images flying in your mind, as the door keeps knocking, then you hear Maki’s words.

“Someone passed out! We need you, please!” Maki’s words are like cold water, you and Satoru both rush out without a second thought. “Fuck… I’m sorry-”

“No, what’s wrong?” You and Gojo ask at the same time, she looks between you both for a moment.

“It’s embarrassing…” She admits.

“What is?” You ask, as she leads you to Yuta’s room, confusing you further.

“I may have been riding him and…”

Yuta is passed out, half naked on the bed. “Maki, did you kill him with your pussy!?”

“No! Maybe.”

Satoru chuckles, going up to him then, and peeking at his neck. “Did you all get freaky?”

“No!”

“Maki.” You glare at her, shutting the door now. She flushes, tilting her head back and sighing.

“I choked him, he likes it!”

“I think he’s just zonked from it. He’s responding fine. Hmm…” He says your name then, the man that just had you cumming on his fingers…

Fuck…

“Grab some ice.” You run down stairs, come right back up with a cup of ice, handing it to Satoru confusedly. “Watch and learn, interns.”

Satoru now throws the entire cup of ice on Yuta’s face, and he sputters, waking up and gasping. Satoru’s evilly chuckling, Maki is damn near in tears, and you’re watching with ongoing confusion, alcohol setting in, post bliss orgasm, thrown off that you just found Satoru throwing ice attractive.

“Thank you, shit!” Maki hugs Gojo tightly, as Yuta flushes, looking around at the three of you.

“Maki! I was fine.”

“You scared me!” She’s kissing him then, deeply, and Satoru and you gently walk back, you close their door with a quiet click, sighing and looking up at him.

“What made you think to do that?”

“I’ve had freaky sex.” He teases. “I’m kidding, I just saw the marks from her fingers on his throat, put two and two together.”

“You’re like Sherlock Holmes.” He shrugs then, and his phone starts buzzing, he frowns as he looks at it. “What’s wrong?”

“I gotta head out, nothing big.” He leans close, and you look down shyly, lashes casting shadows under your eyes.

“Then good night, and be safe?” You say, he nods, running a finger over your swollen lower lip then. “Satoru…”

“You still owe me a date, I’m no hussy. Can’t have that and not go out with me.” You feel far too good now, as he’s asking you out.

“But we shouldn’t.”

“And you shouldn’t have been insane yesterday, but it worked. Be a little crazy, just… a date.” You nod then, and he leans his forehead on yours. “Also, your anatomy? Perfect.”

Your pulse thrums in your neck, chest tightening as he says it. “No, certainly not perfect…”

“Mmm, it is, and I would know. An expert on female anatomy.”

“Well thank you, slutty doctor.” He snorts, pecking a kiss on your lips, one that you would never be able to get out of your head.

“I expect a better tour sometime.”

“Keep dreaming. But… lunch, I agreed.”

“Sunday work?”

“Yeah.”

“Text you then.” Satoru leaves then, and leaves you leaning on the hall, suddenly the door opens, and Maki and Yuta peek their heads out.

“A date!?”

“You should be passed out, freaky asses.” You shove them back in their room, running off to yours as they try to bombard you with questions, you lay on your back, staring up at your ceiling, the glow sticker stars from your childhood still decorating the ceiling, you never did take them off.

You like him, you really like him. But you need your career, it’s just beginning, and would this just fuck it all up? Could you keep this shit separated? You can’t do this, you can’t…

Your eyes shut, flitting images of Doctor Gojo enjoying your anatomy filling your mind, keeping you up half the damn night, as you hear it get quieter, assuming the party has died off. You lay on your side, looking out at the window, seeing the moonlight shining through just so.

Your phone goes off, and it’s your stupid ex, earning your scowl, as you delete it, but then a new message pops up.

Doctor Gojo: Let me know if you need anatomy lessons again, intern.

You snort, shaking your head.

You: You wish!

Doctor Gojo: Hmm, still taste you.

You: Oh my god, good night Doctor Hojo!!!

You hate that your heart hammers in your chest as he hearts your message.

You’re so fucked.

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The Threat Of You

As promised, this is my new Eddie Diaz imagine, I hope you will all like it. Let me know what you think.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: Eddie, (Y/n) and their kids haven't long moved into their new home, and the neighbour takes a worrying liking to (Y/n). Which causes a few problems and puts their family at risk.

Enjoy.

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"Here, everyone take one please." (Y/n) opened the boot and leaned her hip against the side of the car. Her hand moved to her temple, trying to will away the headache that was throbbing behind her eyes.

It was one of those headaches that made her feel sick; exactly what she didn't need right now. Her hand moved down from her temple to run across her stomach where the baby was starting to liven up and do twists. That, combined with her headache alone was enough to make (Y/n) sure she was going to be sick soon.

She forced herself to smile when the kids hurried over to the boot and one by one, they leaned in to take a bag of shopping each. Trixie got to (Y/n) first and she held her hands out, waited to be handed a bag as usual and once she had one, the six year old headed over to the front door.

A soft smile fluttered across (Y/n)'s lips when she looked at Lilah. Her youngest was holding out her left hand, while her right hand was bound to her chest like it had been for the last two weeks. Lilah had fallen in the playground at nursery and subsequently broke her right arm just below her wrist. She now had a foam cast on her arm which she constantly cradled to her chest, not daring to move it at all.

"Thank you baby," (Y/n) murmured and held out the lightest thing Lilah would be able to carry, the bag of crisps.

Chris looped a bag over his elbow, letting it swing back into his crutch while Liv leaned over him to take two of the heavier bags so her mum wouldn't have to carry them.

The eldest looked up at her mum with a raised brow and a half smirk that made her look so much like her dad. She looked down at Chris stood at her side before both of them looked back at their mum when she took a bag in each hand.

"Dad said you can't."

"He'll have a fit if he sees you." Liv quipped with a grin, glancing between the house and her mum.

All four kids knew their mum hadn't been very well lately, and they knew what Eddie was like when any of them were unwell. They had heard Eddie give (Y/n) the riot act when she tried to climb on the bed to hang the curtain rail that came down or when she was carrying boxes around the house.

(Y/n) had had a placental abruption last month- Liv was the only kid who understood what that meant, being fourteen- and that meant (Y/n) was now on light duties at home. She couldn't do any heavy lifting or straining and Eddie made sure all the kids knew that so they could help around the house.

First (Y/n) had the abruption, and then two weeks ago Lilah broke her arm which sent Eddie into another spiral. He didn't need anymore stress or anyone else getting hurt or injured.

"Good job he's in bed then." (Y/n) rose a brow and smiled as the followed the two of them inside where Trixie and Lilah had already made a beeline into the kitchen.

Eddie had been on a double shift and came home about half eight in the morning. He had seen the kids get up and then proceeded to go straight to bed himself, he hadn't had a chance to catch even one hour of sleep in the bunker room and he had been dead on his feet. (Y/n) thought it would be better to take all the kids out shopping with her this morning.

It let Eddie have a while to himself to sleep and kept (Y/n) and the kids busy doing the shopping.

She followed the pair of them inside, noting that Trixie had dumped the bags in front of the cabinet and was eagerly searching for her new colouring book. And Lilah was stood near the fridge, broken arm cradled to her chest while she smiled sweetly.

"Can I go sit with daddy?"

"He's asleep sweetheart, leave him be please."

She watched the way Lilah's shoulders slumped before she nodded and shuffled glumly into the living room. She wanted Eddie, she hadn't technically seen him in two days since he had been at work and all she got this morning was a bear hug and a kiss before he had to get in bed, lest he wanted to fall asleep standing up.

(Y/n) put the bags down, murmuring a soft "Unpack please," to the three of them before she trudged back down the hall to go get the last bag and her handbag from the car.

She hooked her bag on her shoulder and grabbed the few toys the girls had left in the back of the car. But when she leaned up and shut the door, a gasp tumbled past her lips and she pushed back into the side of the car.

"Want some help?"

An uneasy, worried smile fluttered across (Y/n)'s lips when she looked Adam up and down. The guy from next door. The one who was always a little too friendly, a little too eager to be around and help and get in the way by all accounts.

They hadn't long moved to this house, less than two months ago they had moved here because they needed more space. And this house was closer to both schools for the kids and to the station, and somehow, they were even closer to Buck's apartment which he thought was brilliant.

The only downside with this house was the new neighbours on the right. The elderly couple on the left were lovely, (Y/n) and Eddie got along with them great. But Adam, he was a whole other conversation entirely. He seemed to take a liking to (Y/n) and he came out of the woodworks when Eddie was either out at work or in bed after a long shift. He always seemed to know when Eddie wasn't around so he could get close to (Y/n).

She noticed the way he was already leaning in the car to try and take the last bag of shopping and it made her feel paranoid. She didn't want Adam's help and she didn't appreciate him trying to reach into the car without waiting for an answer.

(Y/n) squeezed past him, noting the way he leaned closer to her when she had to shuffle closer to the car to get past him.

She wormed past him and grabbed the bag, closing the boot swiftly and almost catching his hand when she slammed it shut. She didn't want his help. (Y/n) would rather not have him hanging around or getting too close like he seemed to try and do a lot lately.

"No thanks, I can manage." She looped the bag on her elbow and tried to walk past him, but Adam leaned closer with a smile, darting in her path.

He made her uneasy. He was too close, always too close. He was always making sure he hung around when Eddie wasn't nearby. Last week he was hanging around the front while (Y/n) tried to do some gardening. He made her so uncomfortable to the point she just stopped and went inside.

When she was out with the kids while they were playing in the back garden, somehow, Adam was also out in his garden, leering over the fence with a cheesy smile and a worrying look in his eyes. When she walked the kids to school, he was always outside when she was alone on her way back.

(Y/n) had an awful feeling that one day, he was going to be stood at the window when she opened the curtains one morning.

"I don't mind, I'll take that for you. You should be taking things easy." He reached for the bag again but (Y/n) sidestepped until her hip bumped into the car.

"Hm, I'm fine."

She tried to speed up and aim for the front door, ready to close it in Adam's face once she was back inside. (Y/n) was tired of being polite when he just wouldn't stop coming by and pestering them. Pestering her.

"Maybe I could come inside-"

"I don't think so, I've got my kids to look after." She gave the door a nudge and quickly placed the shopping bag down beside her. But her eyes widened and she straightened up so fast her head started to spin and her hand reached out for the door to steady herself.

She felt Adam's hand wander down to her bum.

She spun round on her heels, one hand on the door and the other differing between reaching out to slap him and holding her hip. A fire blazed in her eyes as she quickly glanced behind her, trying to make sure none of the kids had seen that. But when her eyes caught sight of Liv's hair whipping across her shoulders as she bolted down the hall, (Y/n) sighed.

Liv was going to get Eddie. She had seen what Adam just did and she was going to wake Eddie and tell him.

(Y/n) tightened her hand around the door, pushing it until there was only a small gap so she could look out at the creep on the doorstep.

He was leant forward, shoulders hunched over, hands on either side of the doorframe with one leg cocked forward. The sleezy smirk on his face was off-putting and he quirked one brow as if he thought (Y/n) was actually going to let him inside.

What kind of person did he take her for? Did he really believe that (Y/n), who had four kids and another one on the way, would willingly have some sort of affair or get close with the neighbour?

She hadn't led him on in any way for him to get those sorts of ideas and he wasn't giving up. But he would soon, he wouldn't have a choice if Eddie was about to find out what he'd been up to. (Y/n) had mentioned once or twice to Eddie that the new neighbour seemed a little too close for comfort and Eddie said he would keep an eye on him. But of course, Adam was doing things when Eddie wasn't around.

"Unless you want my husband to come out there and throttle you for that inappropriate touch, you'd better get off our drive."

(Y/n) didn't give him chance to answer, she simply slammed the door shut just as his lips curved into a frown of disappointment.

Skidding down the hallway, Liv twisted to the left and burst through the bedroom door. It felt wrong barging into her parent's room when she knew Eddie was sleeping. He had been a firefighter for years now and the mix of days and nights had always been routine. All the kids knew if Eddie did a night shift or a double shift and he went to bed, they should let him sleep.

Sometimes they would sneak in trying to be quiet and stealth and they would have a power nap with him. Eddie loved waking up with a kid tucked under each arm or one laid out on his chest.

The blackout blind made the room pitch black like it was the middle of the night because Eddie hated sleeping in a light room. The natural light from the hallway seeped into the battleship grey bedroom and Liv bounded over to the bed, her sights set on her dad.

Eddie was laid out in the middle of the bed. The cover was tangled around his ankles, his arms were both sprawled out on the pillows and his head was submerged between both pillows like he was trying to blend in or suffocate himself. He resembled a starfish with the way he sprawled out. He was taking advantage of having no kids in bed to kick and push and lay on top of him.

"Dad! Dad!" She hissed, kneeling on the edge of the bed as she reached over and gripped his bicep, giving a rough shake to wake him up.

"Hmm." A guttural grunt passed Eddie's lips and muffled into the pillow pressed over his face.

He barely managed to crack his eyes open and he tried to lift his head, squinting until he realised it was Liv prodding him. He knew she wouldn't wake him unless she really needed something or something was wrong, and she was fourteen now. She was too old to try and take a power nap with Eddie during the day like this.

"What's up Carino?" He feathered his hand along her arm before he reached up to run his palm up and down his face, waking himself up a bit more. He dragged his fingers through his hair which stuck up in all directions as if he had been electrocuted.

"That guy from next door, he- he just touched mum up."

"What?"

Eddie livened up immediately, pushing up on his hands until he was knelt up in the middle of the bed. He let Liv grab his wrist and yank him off the bed, pulling until Eddie fumbled over his feet and gathered his balance and his senses.

He gripped the doorframe, swinging himself around the corner as Liv finally let go and hurried down the hall.

Eddie took a peek in the kitchen on his way past, seeing Chris and Trixie sat at the kitchen table. Colouring books in front of them and empty shopping bags on the floor where they had clearly unpacked all the shopping for (Y/n). And when he sped past the lounge, he briefly caught sight of Lilah sat watching tv.

He watched Liv move to stand in the living room doorway, her eyes flitting between both parents, not wanting to be in the way if an argument was going to happen. But she wanted to stay close just in case Eddie decided to head out in his boxers and start a fight with the neighbour. It wouldn't be the first time Liv had seen Eddie start a fight, and he always won.

(Y/n) peeked through the net curtain beside the front door, watching Adam drift back to his own home next door. When she turned around, her breath caught in her throat and she reached her hands out for Eddie.

He had his brows arched, his hands curled into fists and every muscle on show was tense and riled up. Not to mention he was stood there in nothing but his boxers with his hair askew, giving away the fact that he had just been asleep a minute ago.

"Where is he and what's he done?" His voice came out low and brittal and it sent a shiver rolling down (Y/n)'s spine.

Her hands found his arms and she tried to nudge him backwards and aim for the living room, but Eddie planted his feet down on the hardwood floor and wouldn't budge.

He uncurled his hands and clamped them down on her hips, his fingers squeezing tight into her skin as he leaned around her as if he could see through the net and out onto the front lawn. He knew Liv had been talking about Adam from next door. Liv often said he seemed creepy and was always hovering around and now (Y/n) had mentioned he was always a bit too close or eager. But Eddie had yet to catch him doing anything and it was infuriating.

He hated the thought of the neighbour doing something specifically when he knew or thought Eddie was out and couldn't reprimand him for it.

"He's gone, the threat of you frightened him off. Baby go back to bed," She dragged her fingertips up to his shoulders until she was cupping the back of his neck. Feeling the way he shivered beneath her nails that scratched into his skin.

She tried again to nudge Eddie backwards, he hadn't been asleep for that long and he needed rest. But he wasn't budging. His lips curled down and he huffed, looking past her again before their eyes locked and his head ticked to one side.

"What did he do?" She had answered one of his questions, but not the other. Liv hadn't said exactly what the neighbour did and Eddie needed to find out so he knew whether he had to go and make some threats.

"Baby, he's gone, it's fine-"

A shiver tore down (Y/n)'s spine and sent the baby doing summersaults when Eddie reached up to grab her wrists. He pulled her hands away from his neck and held her wrists against his chest before his head snapped to the left to look at Liv. The fourteen year old was skulking in the doorway, unsure whether to go watch tv or hang around and see what was going to happen.

"Liv, what'd he do?" The grumble in Eddie's voice won over Liv rather than the stern look (Y/n) shot her way.

Liv was always a daddy's girl, she was more inclined to agree or listen to Eddie than she was to (Y/n) and if he asked her something, she always answered him. Since the moment she was born, Liv had been Eddie's little shadow, much like Lilah was turning out to be. Whereas Chris, seemingly because he was the only boy, always clung and stuck to (Y/n) a little more.

"Grabbed mum's arse." Liv looked down at her shoes when Eddie's cheeks sucked in and his jaw started to click from side to side. She saw the rage building up in his eyes that darted back down to (Y/n) while his brows rose and he suddenly let go of her, aiming for the door. Despite the fact that he wasn't even dressed.

"Liv why- Eddie don't!" (Y/n) waved her hand out towards the living room as a sign for Liv to go and sit down. Why did she have to tell him? Why couldn't she keep it to herself so (Y/n) could handle the situation?

Once Liv scuttled towards the sofa, (Y/n) spun on her heels and deadlocked her arms around Eddie's chest. She glued herself to his back, shutting the door just as Eddie tried to open it.

"Eddie, please. Please, don't start a fight, I told him you'd go after him and it frightened him off. He won't do it again."

They had only just moved to this area. (Y/n) wanted to give a good impression and be friendly with the rest of the neighbourhood. The last thing they wanted was Eddie roaming round in his boxers, trying to beat up the guy next door. And some of the people in the street were already friendly now they knew Eddie was a firefighter. It wouldn't do him any good to get a reputation or if the news got back to the station.

She could feel his resolve slowly ebbing away, but his hand stayed deadlocked around the door, internally debating what to do.

He didn't want to stand here, he wanted to go round and argue and throw a punch. He didn't stand for anyone disrespecting any of his family, but knowing the guy next door had tried to cop a feel sent Eddie's blood on fire. But he also didn't want to start a fight if the whole neighbourhood was going to find out and he didn't want to scare the kids.

"He can't just touch you up and get away with it. And he won't fucking do it again cos I'll deck him." His head twisted to the right and he looked down at (Y/n) when she gingerly pressed her forehead into his arm and pushed up into his back.

He could feel her shallow breaths against his flushed skin and the way her chest shuddered with each breath.

"Baby…" She feathered her lips up Eddie's arm and across his shoulder until she was leaning up on her tiptoes, pressing a few wet, tender kisses against his neck. She could feel his resolve starting to ebb away as he twisted to the left so he was facing her.

He let her move his left arm and guide his hand to her stomach where the baby was kicking up a storm, making (Y/n) feel queasy again. And he reached his free hand around to cup the back of her neck, sighing as he kissed her temple.

"No stress, remember?" She murmured softly into his neck, letting herself push into his chest as he took her weight for her.

"Then promise me if he does or says anything, you'll tell me straight away."

"I promise."

"Alright, mi amor. Come on, let's sit with the kids, I'm shattered." He muttered against her temple while his hand snaked around from her neck to cup her chin and tilt her head up in his direction. He attached his lips to hers, stealing the air from her lungs and delving his tongue past her lips while his other hand ran along her stomach.

He could feel the kicks against his palm and the way it had (Y/n) arching her back out and shifting from foot to foot. They had another ten weeks until their due date and Eddie doubted if they would reach it at this rate with all the stress surrounding them lately.

He wormed his hand around to cradle her lower back when they parted and the pair of them slowly padded into the living room where all the kids had suddenly accumilated.

Liv was curled up in the armchair, knees to her chest, arms folded and her head switching from the tv to check on her parents. Chris and Trixie were knelt in front of the coffee table colouring in, and Lilah was laid on the sofa with a teddy curled to her chest and her broken arm cradled to the teddy.

When they reached the sofa, Eddie gently leaned over and lifted Lilah up so he could sit down in her place.

He slouched into the sofa, propping his feet up on the coffee table while he cradled Lilah on his lap. The four year old instantly snuggled into Eddie's chest with her head tucked beneath his chin and both arms still curled around her teddy. She felt Eddie's hand gliding up and down her side and he peppered sloppy kisses against her temple while his free hand reached out for (Y/n).

He held her lower back, helping her ease down next to him before his arm curved over her shoulders, tugging his wife under his arm to keep her snuggled close.

His eyes drifted from (Y/n) back down to Lilah when she shifted round on his lap. She wriggled as if trying to get comfy before she leaned back into his shoulder, lifting her head so she could look up at him. When she gingerly held her bad arm out towards him, Eddie's expression softened. Eddie knew what she was after.

Since she had broken her arm, she was forever holding it out to Eddie so he would kiss it better.

His touch was careful when he cradled the black foam cast on her arm and leaned over to kiss her cast and then the tips of her fingers. "All better," He spoke softly as Lilah cuddled down into his bare chest, seemingly satisfied, and cradled her teddy closer to her chest.

Eddie closed his eyes, pressing his lips to (Y/n)'s forehead while both girls leaned into him. And he slouched down a little more, keeping them both tucked up against him with the rest of their family close by.

"No stress." Eddie muttered under his breath. Somehow he didn't believe that was going to be possible.

***

"Girls don't mess around-" (Y/n) cut herself off, a shiver tearing down her spine when she leaned into the bathroom and looked at the pair of them.

Her lips pressed together in a thin line and her hand fell on her hip while Chris tugged on her other hand.

Lilah's sharp cry pierced through the air, causing (Y/n) to cringe and Chris to frown. He let go of (Y/n)'s hand and turned away from the bathroom, trudging down the hall towards the living room. He wasn't going to hang around if his youngest sister was going to have a tantrum, he would rather start watching a movie in the living room with Liv.

He was always sensitive when the girls were crying or having a meltdown. Chris hated the sound of their screams and when they cried it made him uncomfortable, he never knew what to do so he found it best to leave the room.

"Mummy!" Lilah sniffed but she couldn't stop the tears from pouring down her face.

The four year old splashed her left hand in the bath while her right arm, her broken one, meshed up against her chest. She shimmied back in the water as much as she could to distance herself from Trixie who now had tears in her own eyes in fear of getting told off.

She didn't mean to. They were only playing, she didn't mean to catch Lilah's bad arm or hurt her.

Running a hand through her hair, (Y/n) tried to find some strength from somewhere and padded across the bathroom towards the girls. She used the side of the bath as leverage to kneel down beside them and she reached down to pull the plug.

"Both of you out now, please." All the kids loved bath time, but if the girls were going to mess around then they weren't staying in here any longer. (Y/n) didn't have the energy to stop a fight when she was home alone with all the kids and she didn't feel at her best.

A bubbling cry left Lilah's lips and she lashed her legs out to try and kick Trixie who squealed and sent a tidal wave across at her in retaliation.

"Stop it. Trixie out, and you stop kicking that's naughty." (Y/n) leaned over and helped Lilah stand up, keeping hold of her waist as the youngest clambered out with one arm, the other still pinned to her chest. "You're alright, sweetheart," Her tone softened when Lilah continued to whimper, clearly in some discomfort.

This was why they had asked for a foam cast rather than a pot when they took her to the hospital and found out she'd broken her arm. A pot and a four year old didn't mix well and Lilah would end up hurting herself even more or getting it wet and mucky. At least with a black cast they could take it off for a little while to let her arm rest and take it off when she needed a bath, like tonight.

(Y/n) handed Trixie a towel while her focus shifted back to Lilah who was stomping her feet, taking bubbling breaths as she howled.

"Hurts! Mummy, it hurts," Big sobs tumbled past Lilah's lips as her eyes turned red and she rubbed her good hand along her eyes until they were puffy and aching.

She held her right arm out to the side so (Y/n) wouldn't touch it while she got her dried off. When it came to drying her arm, (Y/n) carefully dabbed the towel at her arm like she was blotting a painting, wincing when Lilah sniffed and whimpered.

"I know sweetheart, you're alright, come on." She pecked Lilah's temple and helped her into her pyjamas before she picked up the small foam cast.

She eased it around Lilah's arm and did up the velcro straps before Lilah pushed forward and burrowed into her chest with a huff. Lilah was the youngest, at least until the new baby arrived, and she wasn't keen on (Y/n)'s tummy being in the way whenever she wanted a hug. She also didn't like Eddie giving any attention to the bump either.

When he tried to kiss or talk to (Y/n)'s stomach, Lilah would nuzzle in and whine until Eddie paid her some attention too. He had started doing it more often when Lilah was around because he found it rather sweet how desperate and jealous she would get.

(Y/n) dreaded to think what Lilah would be like when Eddie tended to the new baby. She was used to being the littlest, the one that was carried around and cuddled and needed a bit more attention. A baby was going to change all of that.

"How about some hot chocolate?"

Trixie was already out the bathroom, hazardly dressed and ready to go and get herself a drink.

Lilah nodded and looped her good arm around (Y/n)'s neck, gluing herself to her mum's chest and she curved around her stomach. But she started to whine when (Y/n) shook her head.

"Sweetie I can't carry you, daddy will tell me off." When Lilah let out a piercing cry, (Y/n) sighed and rolled her eyes. "Oh, come here." Defeat flooded her voice and she tangled her arms around Lilah, cuddling her youngest as she used the bath to push back up to her feet.

She could feel the snagging pain in her lower back and she had to double forward to ease the tension in her abdomen, but it stopped Lilah crying. She could feel her snuffling into her neck and cuddling close, wanting as much love and affection as she could possibly get. Especially since Eddie was at work tonight.

"Livy's making hot chocolate."

(Y/n) nodded at Trixie and slowly eased down on the sofa, settling Lilah under her right arm as Trixie sat on her other side with Chris wedged on the end of the sofa. She wasn't so sure Liv would stay and watch a movie with them tonight, the eldest usually went to her room to read or watch a movie by herself, but on the odd occasion she would join them for a movie night.

The eldest trotted through a minute later just as Chris selected a movie. She placed a tray down on the coffee table, a cup of hot chocolate for each of them.

Liv knew that Chris always had to have a hot drink in his 'space mug' which was a deep navy blue colour with depictions of the solar system on. She also knew Trixie and Lilah would use the small plastic Disney cups from the bottom drawer in the kitchen. (Y/n) was the only one who wouldn't mind what cup she had. When Eddie was home, he always used his 'World's Best Dad' mug which had a picture of him and all the kids on.

At the station, Eddie had a mug that said 'Dad and Me' from three years ago, it was one Liv made at school and everyone at the station knew not to use or break it, lest they wanted Eddie's wrath.

"Are you joining us?"

"I suppose." A small smile fluttered across Liv's lips as she plonked herself down in the armchair and propped her feet up on the coffee table, cradling her cup between her hands.

She quite liked the movie Chris had picked and she didn't mind joining them for a movie tonight.

"Mum asleep?" Chris muttered quietly, tilting his head away from the tv for a quick second to glance up at his mum.

She had her eyes closed and her head tilted to one side as she slouched on the sofa. She had Trixie tucked under one arm who was barely awake, and Lilah laid over her lap who was just about to fall asleep. She peeked one eye open and looked across at Chris, nudging his shoulder to show him she was awake.

"Not yet." (Y/n) responded, smiling when Chris shuffled closer so he could lean his head on her arm. He snuggled up, coiling his knees to his chest to try and get comfy, wedging himself as close to his mum as possible.

A bright smile lit up Chris's tired face and he flashed his teeth, giggling quietly when he felt the baby start to kick. He leaned his cheek against the top of (Y/n)'s stomach and moved both hands to her abdomen, waiting for another kick like he always watched his dad do.

(Y/n) started to card her fingers through his curls, unknotting them and brushing them from his eyes while he continued to wait for another kick to show that the baby was awake.

They didn't know the gender of the baby yet, it was going to be a surprise. Eddie had his bets on another girl, he quite liked the thought of having four girls and one boy. He and Chris were surrounded by girls, and that was the way they liked it. Liv agreed, she thought her parents were likely to have an army of girls and one boy. But Lilah and Trixie were betting on a boy, mainly because Lilah wanted to be Eddie's littlest girl and have his attention all to herself.

When Trixie snuggled into her side and started to brush her hand across (Y/n)'s stomach, it made her smile. (Y/n) felt surrounded, she had four out of five of her kids with her, all clinging and lying on her and the baby was wriggling as if to show off that they too were awake. And Liv was just beside them, curled up in the armchair, looking tired for once.

(Y/n) could feel all the kids lulling her to sleep and she had a feeling Liv would have to wake them all up when the movie was over. And she knew that when Eddie was on a night shift like this, at least two of the kids would come scurrying into the bed in Eddie's place.

She began to feather her hand up and down Trixie's arm and she let her eyes fall closed again while Lilah became unusually still. Something (Y/n) took as a sign that the youngest had fallen asleep.

Liv seemed to be the only one paying any interest in the movie anymore, but at least the rest of the kids were settled. There was nothing worse than when they were trying to pay attention to a movie and Chris or the girls were wriggling about or chattering and not paying attention.

The movie drowned into background static when an earth-shattering bang coursed through the living room and felt like an earthquake had taken place in the centre of their home.

(Y/n) jolted forward so far she almost knocked Lilah down to the floor and her scream matched in tangent with each of her kids.

Her arms deadlocked around Trixie and Chris while Lilah screamed and clutched at her stomach so tightly (Y/n) couldn't help but gasp. She could feel herself shaking and her chest shuddered when Trixie screamed into her chest while Chris's nails scratched into her back and chest to try and keep hold of her.

"Fuck- w-what was that?!" Terror ransacked Liv's voice as she began to shake.

Her knees jerked up into her stomach and her arms pinned to the sides of her head as if she expected the house to start crumbling apart like a cake. She shuddered, pushing herself back in the armchair while her rabid eyes locked on her mum.

She watched (Y/n) try and sit up, trying to move the kids so she could get up but all three of them were still whimpering and clinging to her, each about to go into fits of tears.

Liv's knees stayed bound to her chest but her arms moved to grip the armrests and she slowly sat up and glanced behind her where the sound came from. Her jaw dropped and terror flooded her eyes when she looked towards the window. They had thick grey nets covering the windows so no one could peer inside from the street and the curtains hadn't been fully closed tonight. Through the gap in the curtains, Liv could see the window was broken.

"Mum…" She shakily pointed to the window while (Y/n) used the sofa as leverage to push herself up.

(Y/n) tried to level out her breathing and control her heart that was thumping away in her chest as she shuffled away from the sofa and moved near the window. But her heart dropped down to her stomach and the baby did an awful twist when she looked behind the sofa.

A brick.

Someone had thrown a brick through the window.

That could have hit them. A few inches to the left and that could have landed on any of them on the sofa. It could have clocked Liv in the back of the head if aimed at a slanted angle. Any one of (Y/n)'s kids could have been seriously hurt by that.

She didn't want to, but she advanced closer to the window. Her frame stuck to the curtain, hiding behind the dark grey cloth just in case someone was still stood outside and could manage to see through the nets.

The middle window pane was shattered. Glass decorated the floor in a large pattern and sprinkled down on the windowsil.

She could see a figure moving outside, but it was too far away for her to discern who it was, how tall they were, what they were wearing. All (Y/n) could fathom was it was a figure around her height, maybe, walking in the direction towards the house at such a slow pace it couldn't be considered normal.

"Mum?" Liv's voice was unusually meek and worried as she tremored, curling into the armchair like she wanted to make herself as small as possible to stay safe.

"Call nana." Her stern voice took Liv by surprise and she looked between her mum and the tv as if she didn't believe what she was hearing.

"Wh-what was it?"

"A brick."

Panic dwelled in Liv's stomach and she jolted back in the chair when Lilah whined. The youngest scrambled off the sofa and without a moment's hesitation, she climbed up onto the armchair with Liv. For once, Liv didn't groan or huff or tell Lilah she was too heavy to be held or too annoying to be cuddling her.

She wrapped her arm around her little sister and let her snuggle into her chest, binding her good arm around Liv's waist while she cradled her cast to her chest and began to cry.

Liv kissed the top of her head and leaned forward to grab her phone from the table before she sank back into the chair, trying not to shake. Her eyes followed her mum as she kissed Chris and Trixie to try and keep them calm, holding Chris's shoulder with one hand while her other hand clenched down on the back of the sofa to steady herself.

(Y/n) did her best to ignore the shaking setting into her system and the dull throbbing pain in her abdomen that she knew was from the abruption she had last month. Stress wasn't good for her condition but right now it was all-consuming.

When she saw Liv was shakily scrolling through her contacts for Athena's number, (Y/n) felt a bit better. She needed her mum over here, now.

Who would throw a brick through the window? They were new to this area, they didn't know all the neighbours or the people nearby but the ones they did know, they got along really well with. Except for Adam.

"Nana?" Liv did her best to control her voice and she swiped her hand against her face, brushing away the stray tear. She was the eldest, she had to remain calm along with her mum and calm down the younger ones.

"Hey sweetie… everything okay? I've just got to work." Athena's voice was as calming and soothing as ever and it made Liv relax.

Just as Liv was going to respond, she froze and locked eyes with her mum when the doorbell rang.

(Y/n) held her hand out and pressed her finger to her lips, begging them all to be quiet. She didn't know who was at the door and there was no way she was going to answer that without Eddie or Athena here. The smashed window had been loud, but surely it couldn't have been loud enough to alert anyone. The house was detached with the garden surrounding and separating it from the neighbours. They couldn't have heard that.

Maybe whoever it was had seen something and wanted to check they were okay, but (Y/n) wasn't taking the risk to answer. For all she knew it could be whoever threw the brick waiting at the door to pounce.

"(Y/n)? Hey, are you okay, I uh, I heard a noise. Just wanted to check on you and the little ones."

Dread crawled up the back of (Y/n)'s throat, threatening to spill her hot chocolate when that voice drifted through the hallway.

Adam.

He was at the door. He couldn't have heard something so faint and thought it best to come over and check on them. He couldn't have heard that and come round here so quickly. Either he was the cause of this or he was being too nosey for his own good and had seen something. Either way (Y/n) was not letting him inside, he wasn't coming anywhere near her or her kids.

"Sweetie, are you alright?" Athena's voice brought Liv crashing back to reality and made her realise she hadn't answered.

"Everyone up and in mine and your dads room please. Come on." (Y/n) leaned over the back of the sofa and moved her hands to Chris and Trixie's backs, giving them a nudge until they started to move.

Her bedroom was at the back of the house facing the garden. No one could throw a brick through the window or get into the back garden if the back gate was closed. And the front and back door were locked, (Y/n) always locked them in the evening, especially when she was home and Eddie was out at work.

Being at the back of the house would be safer and they wouldn't have to hear Adam if he decided to stay and pester them at the door.

When Chris and Trixie got up, (Y/n) let them clutch one of her hands each and burrow up against her legs. She made sure to swipe her phone from the sofa before she guided them down the hall, checking over her shoulder that Liv was following her.

Liv juggled Lilah in her left arm, sitting her sister on her hip while she clutched her phone to her ear and jogged down the hall, barely breathing at all.

"Nana, we need you to come over. Someone put a brick through the front window." Tears finally began to fall down Liv's face and when she got into her parents room, she shut the door closed behind her.

"A brick? Is everyone okay?!"

"Yeah… nana please-"

"Sweetie, don't you worry, I'm on my way down right now okay? And I'll call grandad because he's not at work tonight. Keep the doors locked and don't let anyone in, no one leave the house until I get there, okay?"

"Okay."

"Nanny," Lilah sniffled, reaching out for the phone but Liv shook her head and advanced over to the bed. She eased Lilah down and watched her scuttle to sit with Chris and Trixie in the middle of the bed while (Y/n) shut the curtains.

Moving her hand to her stomach, (Y/n) swallowed down a groan and walked over towards the door. She peered down the hall and shivered when she could faintly see a dark outline at the front door. Adam was still there. Hopefully when he heard Athena's sirens he would scarper and realise they had called the police.

She heard Liv hang up and tell Chris to put the tv on so they could all calm down and watch a movie.

Getting her phone out, (Y/n) scrolled to Eddie's contact and dialled. He needed to pick up. (Y/n) knew her dad wasn't at work tonight so she couldn't call him to get hold of Eddie. She would have to try Buck and if not, try to find the emergency number for the office who could then get through to Eddie.

She wasn't waiting until the morning for Eddie to come off shift and find out what had happened. And (Y/n) had a gut feeling that this was down to their new neighbour. Eddie's truck wasn't in the drive, that was a damn sure sign that he wasn't home and Adam always tried to talk to (Y/n) or hang around when he knew Eddie wasn't home. This couldn't be a coincidence.

"Mummy no!" Trixie held her hands out when (Y/n) stepped into the hall. She didn't want her to leave them in here, not when something bad was happening and they didn't know what to do.

"Sweetie I'm just here, okay? I- I need to call daddy."

She stayed in the doorway, teethering on the threshold. She didn't want to talk so close where the kids could hear her in case she frightened them. (Y/n) wanted to speak to Eddie alone, but she was going to have to stay within sight so the kids didn't panic or get more frightened than they already were.

"Ola mi amor. Who's not going to bed then?" The lighthearted tone in Eddie's voice almost made (Y/n) smile, if it weren't for the tears threatening to cascade from her eyes.

He was used to phone calls when he was on night shifts, the kids always wanted to say goodnight if they could and if one of them couldn't settle, they usually spoke to Eddie on the phone.

"Baby you- you need to come home."

"What? Mi amor what's wrong, are you okay? Is it the baby?" Panic and confusion tore through Eddie's voice and (Y/n) could hear muffled sounds in the background like he was moving to somewhere quieter to talk.

After the abruption Eddie had been on edge about going back to work because he didn't want (Y/n) home alone with the kids if something happened and she felt worse or another complication happened with the baby. And he knew they weren't likely to reach full term now, (Y/n) was likely to have the baby within the next few weeks.

They had gone through enough of a struggle with Trixie and Lilah, both of them had been early births and Lilah had been a very early, preemie baby. Eddie didn't want to go through that again.

"No, oh God, baby someone-" (Y/n) looked back towards the kids when the tv flared to life and Chris put on a Disney movie. All their attention was on the tv, except for Liv who kept looking across at her. "Eddie someone's thrown a brick through the window."

"What?!" His voice dropped two octaves and was so deep (Y/n) barely recognised him.

"We've called mum, she's on her way over… Eddie I don't know what to do-"

"Okay, okay calm down. Oh Dios, you can't be stressing, just breathe for a minute." Eddie tried to steady his own breathing as he made a beeline for the kitchen. He had to tell Hen he was leaving, she was in charge for this shift while Bobby was off rota tonight. "Jesus, a brick? Are you all okay, did anyone get hurt?"

"We're okay."

"Thank fuck for that. I'm leaving, I'm coming home. Did you see anything, when it happened?" At least for now Eddie didn't have to panic about taking any of the kids to hospital, but he wasn't so sure about (Y/n). If she was stressing it wasn't going to help the baby.

"I didn't… I didn't see anything, but- but Adam's at the door."

"That little fucker from next door? What's he want?"

"He said he heard something, that he w-wants to check on us, I didn't let him in but he's still waiting at the door. Eddie I don't like this-"

"Don't go near the door. Mi amor stay with the kids, if he's still there by the time I come home I'll put his fucking head through the window."

His breaths sounded ragged and laboured and (Y/n) shuddered. She hoped- she prayed, Athena was going to arrive before Eddie. If she didn't she might have to arrest her son in law because Eddie wasn't going to accept this. He wasn't going to let Adam touch (Y/n) up and then pester them at the door like this. And if he had been the one to put the brick through the window, God only knows what Eddie would do to him for that.

(Y/n) didn't doubt her husbands words and she had a feeling he would follow through and put Adam through the nearest window he could find for this. It would be a sight, but (Y/n) couldn't have Eddie getting himself arrested. Not when she needed him home and the kids needed him.

She tilted her head back, feeling a sob burn at the back of her throat as her free hand moved to run across her face.

"Do you want me to go into labour?" She hissed through the phone, clicking her jaw into place as a quiet mewl left her lips and her hand moved to cradle her abdomen where the baby was kicking up a storm.

"I want you to be safe! I leave the damn house for a few hours and someone's smashing it up and if it's him I'll kill him. He could of hurt you and the kids-"

"So come home and help me, Eddie. God, I feel sick." She took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself down but it wasn't working. She wouldn't be calm until her mum walked through the door and she had Eddie's arms around her.

"I'm getting in the jeep now, mi amor I swear I won't be long. Put the kids on the phone, please, let me check they're okay."

Eddie already had his bag on his shoulder and his boots were storming across the polished floor, announcing his departure to the rest of his team. He had whispered a few words to Hen already and she ushered him out with well wishes and worried looks. He would be home soon.

"Talk to daddy, he's on his way home."

Relief plastered across all the kid's faces and they visibly relaxed, sinking back into the pillows and huddling together when Liv held the phone out between them, putting it on speaker.

"Daddy! You coming home?"

"I am baby, I'll be there soon to look after you all. Are you all alright?"

A chorus of muttered agreements and mewls were like music to Eddie's ears as he slammed the jeep door shut and turned the key in the ignition. He was on his way home and when he got there, heads were going to roll.

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