#THE BABY IS NAMED AFTER MARCS BROTHER RANDALL😭😭

[ruegoreos]

your wish is my command (thanks for the repost, appreciate the love and support❤)

❗❗WARNINGS❗❗: fluff. tooth rotting fluff. cursing.

Notes: this is my first fic that im publishing for the public eye😞constructive criticism is welcome! I wrote this at 2:AM, so if there's any misspelling or sentences that don't make sense please tell me😭enjoy the meal (hopefully??)

The man slept like a fucking bag of bricks. Immovable and completely still. Marc could sleep through a nuclear bombing without even a single twitch or jerk. You were pretty much the same too, not waking up until the sun finally wedged its way through the blinds, or your alarm went off.

That was until the baby was born.

After your baby was born, you stirred awake from every little noise possible, even if it wasn't produced by the infant. The AC would turn on, its gentle humming drifting through the apartment, and you would be awake in an instant.

Marc told you it was your 'paternal instincts' (something Steven had taken the liberty of doing a deep study on), and he'd carefully pepper your face with soft kisses before lulling you back to sleep in his warm, snug arms.

On occasion, the baby would (as baby's do) wake up in a fit and start to fuss. That would always snap you out of your doze, no matter how heavy or how soft the cry was.

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of a soft cry coming from your baby's crib. Immediately shifting under the sheets, you pull the blanket back and try to untangle yourself from the bear trap that was your husbands body.

Before you could swing your feet over the edge of the bed, one of Marc's large hands wraps around your waist, his warm palm planting itself on your stomach, effortlessly pulling you back into the bed.

"Marc." You protest with a groggy voice, trying, and failing, to free yourself from Marc's grip. Marc grumbled quietly, using his other hand to grab your upper arm. Dragging you back under the blankets, Marc spoons you from behind, resuming your earlier position.

You feel the arch of his nose dig into the nape of your neck as he nuzzles his face into you, the expanse of his warm and muscular chest pressed firmly against your shoulder blades. There was no denying that Marc was a comfy cuddler. You could easily fall back asleep if you wanted to. But the baby.

Squirming in his arms, you feebly wrap your hands around his arms, which are locked around your body now. He grumbled into your neck, his grip onto tightening, as if Marc was trying to mold you into his body.

"Marc, let go-"

Without warning, Marc grabs your shoulders and flips you onto your back. The sudden movement had you gasp quietly, your eyes widening as they met Marcs, which were now above you. Marc hovered above you, gracing himself on his forearms so he wouldn't crush you.

"Baby." Marc mumbles, his Chicago accent thick and his voice raspy from sleep. His eyes flickered even in the dark, catching the softest of light as he furrowed his brow. Marcs hair, which was a mess of dark curls, draped down his furrowed forehead.

"Listen." Staring up at Marc, you meet his eyes as you do what he says. You listen. You hear the subtle tick of the clock on the wall. The AC humming. The refrigerator running. Cars honking outside.

After a few moments, Marcs left hand comes to rest on your cheek, the calluses pad of his thumb stroking soothing stripes across the apple of your cheek. You can feel the cool metal of his ring touch your skin with each soft caress.

"Ro isn't crying." He whispers, his gentle touch never ceasing. Randall, or Ro, as Marc calls him, was sound asleep in his crib, not a single noise coming from the nursery down the hall. "You need to sleep, baby, you're exhausting yourself night after night."

Marc leans down and presses his warm and soft lips to your forehead, right between your eyebrows. His breath was hot against your skin as he whispers, "Stay with me, sweetheart. Sleep with me."

Rolling his body off of yours, Marc adjusts your body until he's spooning you again. Wrapping his arms around your torso, you feel one of his legs slip between yours, interlocking your bodies together in a sleepy tango.

Marcs lips pepper soft, feather light kisses to your shoulder, his hot breath rolling over your skin in waves. He gives you a comforting squeeze as he whispers, "I got you, sweetheart."

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Alex needs to have a twin brother now named Randall (after Marc’s brother) 😭

THIS IS NOT OKAY. YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW.

anyway, Alex is gonna get a baby sister soon. 😗