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Basterd Son (Donny Donowitz x Reader: Postwar AU)

Anon Request: Hiiii :) can you please do a imagine where Donny comes home from the war, and sees the reader for the first time since he left, and hasn't been able to call or write to each other because of his cover. But when he sees her again, he finds out they have a kid and he's just so happy 😭💗 thank youuu

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The war had been over for over a month.

Between debriefings, interviews, and meetings, the basterds hadn't been able to see their families yet.

The basterds had just gotten their medals of honor.

This was finally it...

This was goodbye...

It was bittersweet. There'd be reunions, phone calls, and letters without a doubt. And most of the boys lived along the east coast. Hugo was looking to move to a quiet town in Connecticut. It wouldn't be too hard to keep in touch.

After all they'd been through, nothing could get in their way.

But, aside from their goodbyes, there were hellos.

They hadn't seen their families in years. There were no letters, no calls. That was too dangerous considering the magnitude of their missions over the years.

The boys looked beyond the crowd of reporters and politicians, and saw their families.

Donny saw his mother smiling in pride, her hands clasped over her lips, still unable to believe her son killed Hitler.

She was beaming with pride.

He saw his father... It was rare to see Sy Donowitz outside of his barbershop. It was almost inconceivable to  see his dad all the way in DC...

The man was smiling, crying tears of joy for his son.

Donny saw his little brother...not so little anymore. He was eleven years old when Donny left. He'd grown up, gotten taller. Donny was dreading the kid would be taller than him. He'd never hear the end of it. And he couldn't wait for it to start...

It had just been so long...

His heart skipped a beat when he caught a glimpse of Omar's love running through the crowd for him.

Donny thought of you in that moment...

He wondered if you really did wait for him...

He couldn't wait to see you. He wouldn't have blamed you if you moved on, how could he? It had been over three years without so much as a whisper from him.

He just needed to know you were happy.

With or without him, he needed to know that you were alright all that time.

Donny's family caught his eye. His brother had his arms crossed, and a smirk at that moment.

Donny raised an eyebrow in confusion...

After all this time, they were still brothers. Donny may have been a war hero, but he still knew his kid brother like the back of his hand.

He was hiding something behind his back.

Literally.

Donny glanced at his mother, who gave a slight nod, smiling more than he'd ever seen before.

...she knew something.

His brother stepped aside, and it was like Donny took his first breath since he joined the army.

Scratch that...

Since he left home...

Since he said goodbye to you.

And there you were, after all those years, still waiting, still smiling.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. "That your family, son?" Donny was stunned, but he nodded and glanced at Aldo, who was smiling in pride. "That your girl?"

Of course Aldo already knew the answer to that. He'd seen Donny looking at a single picture of you all through the war. He had millions of reasons to fight... and one to come home...

Well, Aldo had seen something Donny hasn't yet.

He had two reasons to come home.

Donny nodded again.

Aldo chuckled a little, "Wellll, what're you waiting for you basterd?"

Donny smiled back, and ran.

He ran through the crowd.

He started slowing down...

By your side, he saw a child. A boy, about four years old.

He looked just like Donny.

His heart stopped for a second, a million questions racing through his mind, but was somehow compeled to  smile through it all.

The little boy looked up at his father for the first time ever. He recognized him from pictures, and he smiled as he babbled "Daddy!" And pointed at Donny.

Donny looked at you, and you could see all the questions in his eyes.

You nodded.

That was all he needed.

He got on his knee, looking up at you, then back down at his son.

The boy was carrying a baseball in his two hands. It looked giant in his tiny hands. He tossed it at Donny.

Donny let go of his bat, something he hadn’t been able to do in years.

He caught  the ball.

 He turned it over in his hand.

It was signed by Teddy fucking Williams.

Donny looked back at you as he reached out, and held his kid. Donny kissed his son at the top of his head.... He knew there was a reason he had to come home some day.

You filled Donny in a bit... "His name's Teddy."

After all these years...a tear streamed down his face.

You smiled, crouched by your family. You held onto Donny and your son, and couldn't help but giggle a little

"Aw...I thought you'd like that name."

Donny laughed a little, "He's fuc-" Donny caught himself. "He's beautiful..." He had a kid now... He couldn't exactly make his first impression with that kind of vocabulary.

You smiled, "He looks like you."

Donny smirked a bit, "I know." He caught a glimpse of his bat.

The blood stained bat.

For all the honor and pride that came with it, war wasn't something he wanted for his baby boy. He'd only known about him for  half a minute, but he would never let anything happen to that kid, or to you.

"I hope he's like you, doll." Donny stroked your cheek, drying away the remnants of happy tears.

But you couldn't help it. Tears streamed down your face again. You couldn't believe the war was finally over...

"I missed you so, so much."

Donny shook his head, "Don't cry... don't cry." He wiped away your tears again, "I'm home now. I ain't going anywhere now, doll. I'm home.

"Promise? Promise you won't go..."

Donny smiled and nodded, "Wouldn't lie to my wife, would I?"

"W...wife?"

You stood up slowly, his hand still resting on yours.

"Y..yeah well...." He looked back to his son, and to you, the girl he loved.

He let go of your hand for a moment, and went into his chest pocket.

He was just a private when he got it. It was his first time in Paris. He pulled a few strings and called in a few favors.

It wasn't a diamond ring, but it was the best he could do. A pearl engagement ring. He held onto it from that moment. Almost four years. Four years of missions and...almost dying. Once he almost died, and he held onto that ring for dear life...

It was that moment, when Donny was dancing with death, that Aldo saw the ring. He asked Donny about it, about his girl...and Donny pulled through that night. He only pulled through because he wouldn’t rest until he was able to give it to you. 

Aldo had convinced him of that, all those years ago...

And as Aldo answered a few questions from reporters, being a slave to appearances and all, he crossed his arms and watched it all happen.

"He did it...the basterd finally did it."

"Mr. Raine?"

He turned back to the reporters... He wasn’t used to being called ‘mister’ anymore... He glanced over at the dispersed basterds, and sighed, knowing it was long overdue.

 He gave a smug grin  as he snuck a glance or two at the impending proposal, then back at the reporters to answer questions, and distract them from you and Donny.

Donny looked at you. You were still stunned that he'd referred to you as 'wife.'

The truth was, your son was a surprise... And you had no way of telling Donny about him. You also weren't sure if Donny still loved you. You weren't sure what he'd say. You never had a way to tell him about his son. This was your only hope...

And he took you by surprise.

He looked into your eyes, and knew just how long he was gone.

Too long...

It was worth it, to have ended the war, to have saved lives, to have gotten justice... But nothing could replace the four years he lost with you and his son.

He wouldn't waste any more time.

"I know...I know I was gone for a long time... I know. I don't know if things changed at all for you...but they changed for me...I changed. No soldier comes back the same, doll, but...I-"

He felt like he'd never be able to word it all. He would never have the time. He'd never get those four years back. "I never stopped thinking about you. Not a day went by without me thinking of you, without me wishing I'd get you back, spend the rest of my fuckin...sorry kid." He laughed a little at himself, and covered his son's ears for a moment, "Spend the rest of my fucken life with you. I needed to come back. I needed to live long enough for this to happen, doll..."

He let go of Teddy, and he pulled a pearl ring out, stayed on one knee. One arm still wrapped around his son... He was almost four years old, and it pained Donny so much to think of all the things he missed. "War changed me a little, doll. But I never stopped loving you. That never changed. I wanted to come back, just for this one thing...if you'll have me."

You nodded, your voice was soft but true, "Yes.."

Donny smiled, he slipped the ring onto your finger. He held you and his son...

He picked up his bat...

And in a moment his family was holding him. He was holding you and his son.

When the war ended, he wasn't sure what to expect from the world.

He caught a glimpse of his bat... Sometimes, back in France he wasn't sure what was to come after it.

But he had his parents, his brother, you, and his son. 

For the first time in a long time, everything was the way it should have been.