#dad!pulisic

[notsoattractivearenti]

Surprise x2 (Christian Pulisic x Reader)

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: few cursing words; mentions of pregnancy; possibly can cause baby fever lol. nothing else but fluff fluff fluff! 🥰

A/N: This was supposed to be the first fic I posted, but I just finished it after 2 weeks! Heavily inspired by the video above lol (not the gender reveal, but Christian's reaction). Written especially for dad!Puli nation 🥰🫶 Feedbacks would be appreciated!

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“Shit, it’s 6 fucking AM!” you quietly said to yourself as you just woke up and already feeling extremely nauseous. You got up and rushed to the bathroom because you felt like you were so close on throwing up on the bed. Your husband, Christian woke up to the sound of you throwing up, which was pretty loud. He immediately got off the bed, grabbed some tissues and a glass of water from the bedside table, and went to the bathroom.

You were sitting on the floor, facing down the toilet, and you heard him coming over. You were looking up at his tired-yet-worried face as he said “Y/N love are you okay? Do you want me to get any meds or anything else? I also got you water in case you need it.” You were feeling too weak to say anything so you just nodded, then threw up again. He was there the whole time holding your hair up, caressing your back, and even said “sorry baby” multiple times. You were feeling extremely sick and so worried, so his presence made you felt a lot better. 

“Okay, I’m done,” you said as you wiped your mouth with a tissue, “everything inside my stomach is pretty much gone now, ugh.” He helped you stood up, you flushed the toilet and he asked, “what happened?” 

“I have no idea. Just got nausea out of nowhere.” He then nervously said something that made your heart skipped a beat: “Y/N, I don’t know but um, do you think uh, it’s possible that… You’re pregnant again?” 

You suddenly remembered that you did go through the same thing before finding out you were pregnant with Maxine, your firstborn. You froze for a second then responded, “Fuck. Chris, I need to get a pregnancy test like right now.” 

“I’ll get them for you, come on.” You both went back to your bedroom, then Christian grabbed his jacket and car keys, and kissed your forehead before he left. You had mixed feelings about the possibility of being pregnant again but you started questioning yourself: are you ready for another child? You are a great mom to Max and you love her very much, but going through pregnancy and taking care of a baby were no joke. You felt like you needed more time to do it all over again, but now it seemed like you weren’t given enough time. You and Christian just started talking about trying for baby number 2 — now that Maxine is already 2 years old — but somehow you might have ended up conceiving before you two were even actively trying.

While you waited for Christian, you went to Max’s room to wake her up. You opened the door and saw your beautiful daughter who was still asleep while cuddling her beloved stuffed penguin Christian got her after she was born, which she named Fuzzy Penny. You sat on her bed, and shortly before you woke her up you looked at her and thought how lucky you are to have her in your life. 

Max was a surprise baby, since you and Christian didn’t plan on having a child before you two got married yet you got pregnant with her 3 months after you got engaged. You remembered how scared you were, because you didn’t think you were ready even though you wanted to keep your baby, and Christian convinced you that everything was going to be alright. You’re so glad that he was right, because you couldn’t and don’t want to imagine your life without Max. Even though it’s not always sunshine and rainbows, she without a doubt has made your life so much better than you thought it could ever be. It felt like you just gave birth to her yesterday and now she is probably going to be a big sister.

“Good morning my little angel,” you whispered to her little ear as you gently kissed her head and caressed her arm, “time to rise and shine!” She slowly opened her eyes, looked up to you, then gave you a big, bright smile and softly said “Mommy!” Her little voice has never failed to make you smile. You were filled with worries before and thanks to Max, now you felt at peace. “How was your sleep? Was it good?” Max nodded her head while smiling, then grabbed her shoulder-length wavy hair and said to you “messy hair mommy.” “You have the cutest messy hair honey,” you laughed, then you picked her up “let’s get you out of this bed, and come find Daddy!”

Christian had just come back and as he entered the living room, Max spotted him and shouting “DADDY!!!” His eyes widened when he saw her, “Oh hey look who’s awake! Good morning my princess!”

He bent down to pick her up, wrapping her around his arms. She rested her head on Christian’s shoulder, had her arms around his neck, and Christian gave her kisses on the top of her head – he knows she loves it when he does that, and of course he loves doing it too. 

You couldn’t help but smile, thinking how beautiful that moment was even though you have seen it many, many times. You felt like there were millions of butterflies in your stomach, so in love with the man who is not just the best husband, but also the best father in the whole wide world. 

You were so caught up in the moment you forgot that you needed to take pregnancy test, but then Christian reminded you as he handed the bag over. “Honey, I wasn’t sure how many tests you may need but I got like 4 or 5 in there. I’ve checked all expiration dates so you’re good.” 

“Woah, thank you,” as you took the bag, “I’ll take them all right now.” He smiled, nodded and mouthed “I got you”. 

You went to the bathroom to took all the test. “Okay,” you sighed, “let’s get this over with.” You waited anxiously until you got the results. You heard the timer sound on your phone, meaning 2 minutes had passed. You closed your eyes and took 3 deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down before you saw the results. 

Two red lines. “Pregnant”. You couldn’t believe what you saw. You gasped, and stood still for a minute, trying to process everything. You’d gone through this before, but it still caught you off guard somehow. You were nervous, but now you have positive results, you didn’t feel that way anymore. You’re going to have another child, and you felt good about it. Even though you weren’t sure you were ready, at least you knew you can count on your loving husband for everything, especially much-needed support.

Now that you’d spent some time in the bathroom, you finally felt ready to tell your husband he's going to be a dad for the second time. As you walked to the kitchen, you heard Max and Christian laughing. You then took a peek to see what it was all about, and you saw they were cooking breakfast. He was making Max’s favorite breakfast: pancakes with berries and chocolate sauce – he couldn’t cook before, but the day you two found out you were pregnant with Max he started learning how to cook because he wanted to be able to make homemade meals for his family. You saw they were having so much fun cooking those pancakes. When he was cooking, he held Max on his hip, while flipping the pancakes with his other hand. The kitchen was messy, and they were covered in flour – you could tell they were having a lot of fun while making the batter. He shook the pan for a bit, lifted it, then flipped over the pancake. In awe, Max laughed, clapped her hands in excitement and told him “good job Daddy!”

You didn’t want to interrupt their moment, so you just stood where you are until they noticed you. “Oh hey, there’s Mommy! Come here, we made pancakes!” As you approached them, Christian set up the table with Max’s help – she was still attached to his hip, of course ­– then sat her down on the chair.

“Wow, these pancakes look so good! You two made the best pancakes in the world!” you complimented them. Max gave you a big smile then looked to her dad “Daddy did good.” Christian was blushing, kissed her cheek and said to her “I did good because I have the cutest little helper.” 

Before he sat down, you softly grabbed his arm, and you whispered, “Honey, seems like we got another surprise...” You saw his eyes lit up as you said those words. He looked at you as he responded, “Oh my God, Y/N, you’re really pregnant???” You grinned and nodded. 

He gave you the biggest hug and was smiling ear to ear. He’s always loved being a father, and now he’s going to be a father of two. You could feel his overwhelming joy, which brought you back to the day you found out the first time. Still hugging you, he told you “I love you so much, Y/N! Thank you for giving me two best surprises!” 

Before he released the hug he kissed you on the lips, then came towards Max, hugged her and told her in his excited, high-pitched voice, “Max! You’re gonna be a big sister!”

taglist: @pulisicsgirl @neverinadream @masonspulisic @swimmingismywholelife @chelseagirl98 @bracedes @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @lizzypotter14

[avalentina]

Welcome To Football Baby Girl

NewDad!Christian x Goalkeeper!reader

Just a little thing I had the urge to type out while watching Serie A today and seeing another player carrying their little "player escort" out onto the pitch

This takes place in the Fiance!Christian x Goalkeeper!reader universe I'm writing currently.

Reader wears the No. 1 for the Inter Milan Women and the USWNT

Word count: 329 (it just made me smile ok)

ENJOY! -Ava

Warnings: None (I think), I guess implied p in v (they have a daughter), mild teasing (poking fun at Weston and Tim)

You and Christian welcomed your first child just over twelve weeks ago, a sweet baby girl and he is obsessed. Just as she is very much a ‘Daddy’s Girl’. You and him have been talking about doing her first major social appearance with each of you and after doing some looking into things Christian made a suggestion, “What about dressing her tiny little self up in a onesie version of a team's kit and having her be our escort? Theo did it with his son against Lecce and it was adorable. The press and fans on both sides loved it.”

“Don't you guys have a Juventus game coming up?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Then at least we can doll her up in a McKennie kit. She did cling to Wes when he came in to meet her. She wasn't a big fan of Tim though.”

“Poor Tim. Wes will get a kick out of that though and probably get her a new one every time she outgrows it. You know that right?”

“Yep. And when I battle AC next we'll put her in yours.”

Christian smiles wide, having an even better idea.

“We need to find infant keeper gloves. I've got the derby on the 22nd.”

“Fuck, that's right. But only the keeper's escort wears the keeper kit.”

“I’ll take care of it. I'll get myself maneuvered next to Mike and swap him for the anthem. He'll love it.”

“Let's put Pulisic on the back and see if anyone spots it.”

“I have to say, I'm so happy you decided to use it in matches.”

“Why wouldn't I tie myself to ‘Captain America' in yet another way?”

Christian gives a smiling “mhmm” before kissing you senseless and hoisting you up onto the counter, stepping between your legs and just starts sliding a hand lower when you're interrupted by the baby monitor app crackling to life.

“Looks like Chelsea's awake.” You say before heading upstairs to get her. Christian following close behind.

Feedback Appreciated. This is the first of hopefully many that will be posted for Christian. It technically takes place after they officially tie the knot so I hope you liked that little bit.

Hope you enjoyed!

-Ava

[let-me-luve-you]

Qualified

Part 2 of the Road to the World Cup Series

Christian Pulisic x Reader

Summary: Christian and his high school sweetheart celebrate their son as well as qualifying for the World Cup.

Warning: Hints at sex (at the end)

Word Count: 3.3K

MASTERLIST

CHRISTIAN PULISIC MASTERLIST

BUY ME A COFFEE

“Momma! Momma! Wake up!” Y/N felt someone trying to shake her. “Daddy! Get up!” She felt bouncing and opened her eyes to find a very happy four year old bouncing between his two parents. “Momma!”

Y/N and Christian welcomed a healthy baby boy on March 30, 2018.Cayden Mate Pulisic is a clone of his father. There is nothing of Y/N in him. Christian likes to tell her that Cayden got her personality and heart, but so far, he is all Christian. 

Today, Y/N laid in a hotel room with Christian and Cayden in San Jose, Costa Rica on her baby’s fourth birthday. She couldn’t believe he was already turning four and by the look on his face, he was super excited to be four. 

“Happy birthday Cay! Come give Momma a hug.” Y/N said, pulling the young boy towards her. As he hugged her, she quietly got out of bed. She checked to make sure Christian was still asleep. “Let’s get ready while Daddy sleeps a little bit more. He’s got a big game tonight and needs his rest.”

“Is he not going to play with me today because he needs rest?” Cayden asked with his innocent eyes big and sad. 

“He is going to play with you. Remember we are going to lunch with grandma and grandpa. Daddy is going with us. Then you get to go with Daddy and the boys.” Y/N reminded the young boy of their day plans. 

“Oh yeah! I get to see the boys! I’m so excited!” He smiled at his mom. Quickly gathering what they needed to get ready for the day, Y/N took Cayden into the bathroom and set him on the counter. 

“Brush your teeth for me real quick please. I’m going to get dressed and then I’ll help you.” Cayden nodded and grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste. Y/N dressed quickly in  a USMNT tee and some ripped jeans. She watched Cayden finish brushing his teeth before helping him off the counter to get dressed. 

“I want to look like Daddy today Momma.” He said as he looked out the outfit she had picked out. “I want my jersey.”

“I know baby, but you’ll get it dirty before the game. We can put it on you before you ride with Daddy on the bus.” He looked annoyed but nodded. Y/N had picked out a dark wash pair of jeans with a US soccer shirt. “This work until after lunch?” 

“Yeah. Can I go see if Daddy is awake now?” Cayden asked. His mom nodded before opening the door for him. She peaked around the corner to see Cayden climb up on the bed and poke his dad’s nose. Christian scrunched his face up before wrapping an arm around Cayden.

“Ten more minutes bud. Cuddle with me for ten minutes and then we can get up and play.” Christian said as he kissed Cayden’s forehead. Cayden let out a happy sigh as he cuddled closer to Christian. Next thing Y/N knows, both of her boys are snoring softly. 

Y/N checked the clock and saw that it was only 6:45 am. She never understood how Cayden was such a morning person when neither his dad nor mom were. Y/N decided to go finish getting ready for the day. She knew that if the US wins tonight, she will be up late with an early flight tomorrow morning, so she might as well start working on packing bags after she finished her hair and make up. 

Walking back into the room, Y/N saw the abundance of toys on the floor. She picked a couple of small ones to keep out that could easily fit into Cayden’s backpack and then packed the rest in his little suitcase. They had been to a lot of places in the past few weeks. They started in London before going to France back to London before traveling to Middlesbrough and back to London with Chelsea FC. Then traveled to Houston, Texas for training before traveling to Mexico for a World Cup Qualifying match. From there, they went to Orlando before ending in Costa Rica. Normally, Cayden wouldn’t have made all of the trips, but Christian really wanted him to be there for the last leg of qualifying so they would be together on his birthday. As for the Europe trip, they’re babysitter was out sick so they had no choice but to load him up.

Shockingly enough, Cayden didn't complain. He has had small moments of crankiness, but he has enjoyed being around his dad so much as well as his dad’s teammates. No one adored Christian more than Cayden. Whatever Christian did, Cayden did. It was Y/N’s absolute favorite thing to witness.

As she continued to clean up around the room, she had moved onto packing hers and Christian’s stuff. Christian woke up and saw his son tucked into his chest. Not bothered to be sleeping in jeans. Looking for his beautiful wife, he saw her folding clothes and putting them into his suitcase. He noticed she left out his outfit to wear to the stadium, a tee and shorts for his carry on, and an outfit to wear after the game. It was the small things like that, that made him fall even deeper in love with her. 

“Babe,” He whispered to get her attention. Y/N turned around and smiled at the man holding their son. “Come lay down with us.”

Nodding her head and putting the clothes down, she crawled on the bed and snuggled as close to Christian as she could without squishing Cayden. Christian gave her a small kiss on the forehead as they cuddled close and just enjoyed the quiet. 

It was now 8:15 am and it was almost time to wake Cayden up to go eat breakfast with the team. Before you could wake him up, he woke up on his own. 

“Morning birthday boy!” Christian whispered, knowing Cayden did not like a lot of noise when he first woke up. Cayden looked up at him before smiling and digging his face into Christian’s chest. “Stretch it out bub.”

“Morning daddy.” Cayden whispered back before turning to Y/N. “Morning Momma.” He leaned up and gave you a kiss on the cheek before turning and doing the same to Christian. Christian grabbed him and started tickling him. Cayden’s laughter filled the room.

“How about you let Daddy get up and then we will go downstairs to eat breakfast with everyone? Sound good?” Y/N asked Cayden. Cayden nodded before giving Christian another kiss before moving towards you. She grabbed his socks and shoes from beside the bed and helped him get them on before she did the same for herself. Christian was quick in the bathroom and was already dressed in his game day attire. 

“Let's go see everyone, birthday boy!” Christian said as he grabbed Cayden and carried him out of the room. When they entered the ballroom that the team had rented out, everyone yelled ‘happy birthday Cayden,’ at the young boy smiling brightly in his father’s arms. He wiggled to be let down and then ran around the room to greet everyone. 

Kelley and Mark joined the young family after breakfast. Y/N felt bad they couldn’t do a lot of things she knew Cayden would rather be doing, but they had plans for Christian’s days off when they returned back to London. Christian did play with Cayden all morning before lunch. Tyler and Weston did as well. Other teammates played for a bit before going to do other things. 

After lunch, Kelley and Mark joined Y/N, Christian, and Cayden in their room for cupcakes. Christian wanted to lay down for a bit before he had to leave so he said he would eat his cupcake later tonight before laying on the bed. Cayden ate his cupcake before going and laying his head on his dad’s stomach facing Christian. Y/N sat on a small chair next to the couch, quietly talking to her in-laws. Christian joined into the conversation every once in a while, but his main focus was running his hand through Cayden’s hair, watching him fight sleep. Soon enough, both boys were out cold. 

Kelley and Mark were Y/N’s ride to the stadium, so they stayed and talked while also watching tv. Mark also fell asleep so Y/N and Kelley talked about random things that came up. 

Y/N woke Christian after he was asleep for a little over an hour. He slowly got out of bed, leaving Cayden to his midafternoon nap. He knew the little boy needed as much sleep as he could get. He felt horrible for dragging him all over the world but he is so grateful to have him with him to make these memories more memorable. 

As it got closer for Christian to leave, he woke the little one up and gave him his wake up cuddles. He was never annoyed that his son did this. If anything, he took advantage of being able to wake him up when he could because he knew Cayden wouldn’t do this forever. 

“Let’s get your jersey on you bub.” Christian whispered as he rubbed the boys back. Cayden nodded his head and lifted his arms when his dad set him back on the bed. Mark and Kelley watched with love written on their faces. They loved watching Christian be a dad. “There we go! You look just like me. No one will be able to tell the difference when I put my jersey on.”

Cayden smiled with pride as the rest of you gave a little laugh. Cayden hopped off the bed before running to Kelley.

“Granma, did you hear that?” She smiled big at her grandson and nodded.

“I did. Your daddy is going to have to put on a different jersey so I can tell the two of you a part.” Mark laughed as Cayden looked offended that she would suggest such a thing.

Christian watched on as Cayden bounced from his parents to his wife and back again. He put on his shoes and packed the last few things in his backpack as well as Cayden’s. 

“Alright Cay, you ready to get on the bus?” Christian asked. Cayden nodded before he sprinted to his father. Christian held his hand and led him towards Y/N.

“You be good for Daddy. I will come get you in a little bit so you can sit with me during the game. Okay?” Cayden nodded. You stood up and turned to Christian, “Good luck tonight. Go do your thing. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Christian said before giving you a quick kiss. He pulled Cayden out the door carrying both backpacks on either shoulder. Y/N laughed because normally Cayden is all for wearing his own backpack. 

After an hour of sitting in the lobby talking with other US family members, the Pulisics decided to head to the game. Kelley and Mark headed to the concession stand to get Cayden a water and some food before they sat down as Y/N went down to get him as he sat on the bench watching the guys warm up. 

When Sarah saw Y/N walk up, she grabbed Cayden’s hand and led him to her. Sarah was always a blessing when Christian was traveling with the national team. She runs the social media for them and has always looked after Cayden when he tags along. No one asked her, she just did. She claimed that it wasn’t an issue. Gave her something to do when she wasn’t posting. 

“Thanks Sarah. Do you need anything?” Y/N asked as she pulled Cayden over the railing with his badge hanging around his neck. 

“I’m good. Thank you though.” She smiled at her. “Oh! You have to see this.” Sarah pulled out her phone and it was a picture of Christian walking hand in hand with Cayden during the walk through. Then she swiped and showed her a picture of their arrival. Lastly, showed her a picture of Cayden sitting in his father’s lap on the bench as Tyler, Brenden, and Weston sat around them. “I was going to send these to you forever ago but got busy and forgot until I saw you. I’ll send them now.”

“These are amazing! Did you take them?” Y/N asked.

“I did.” She smiled at her as she looked back down at her phone to text the young mom.

“I love them! Thank you! Is it okay if I post them later? Might not be today, but within the next few days?” Y/N always made sure to ask because she never wanted to get any of the content team in trouble. 

“Yeah! Go ahead whenever!” Sarah looked over where Brent was calling to her, “I’ve gotta go, but enjoy the game!”

“Thanks Sarah! Good luck!” Y/N turned to look at Cayden as he walked up and down the aisle. She pointed towards Kelley and Mark and told him they had a snack for him. Cayden took off running towards his grandparents a few sections over and a few rows up. Cayden stopped to talk to Walker’s wife before moving on towards his grandparents.

As the game started, Cayden had moved to her lap to watch. This wasn’t a have to win game like last time, they just couldn’t lose by six. Still, in the back of her mind, she still remembered that October night a little over four years ago.The first half was fine. It was nil-nil at half. Y/N could breathe a little. When the second half started, she started to tense as they got a goal and then shortly got a second. She was terrified that what should be a ridiculous way to not qualify, could actually happen. Cayden, unaware of the situation, was jumping between her legs while cheering. 

When Christian was subbed off in the 84th minute, Cayden slowly started to lose interest, despite knowing these players well. When the final whistle blew, everyone wearing USA celebrated. They had done it. They had qualified for the World Cup. All the families knew that it would be a little bit before the boys came out so they all just sat around waiting. Cayden didn’t understand why.

“I want Daddy!” He yelled. “I want to go see Daddy.”

“I know baby, but we have to wait for them to come out here to us. We can’t go to the locker room right now.” She said, running her hand over his head. Cayden started to cry. She knew he was tired. It was past his bedtime, but she dealt with it because she knew he would stop crying the second he saw Christian. You continued to rock him as he cried, trying to calm him down. 

Tyler was the first one out, he did a quick interview and then talked with his family before he laughed and ran back in to continue celebrating. More players came out for interviews and each one set the little boy off a little bit more. When Walker was done talking to his wife, he saw Cayden bawling his eyes out and told Y/N he would grab Christian. True to his word, Christian came out.

“Hey Cay. No need for tears. I’m here.” Christian said as he took his son and rocked him. Cayden hugged Christian’s neck tight as he tried to calm himself down. Christian rubbed his hand up and down his back as he whispered sweet words to him. “It’s okay. I’m here. Sorry I wasn’t here sooner. I love you Cayden Mate.”

“I love you too Daddy.” Cayden said as he pulled back to look at his dad. Christian puckered his lips to get a kiss and Cayden was quick to give him one. Christian then wiped Cayden’s tears off his face and gave him a tickle to make him laugh. Everyone around was watching with smiles on their faces.

“Now, I’m going to give you back to Momma and then I’ll be back in just a little bit to take pictures.” Christian said. 

“No, I go with you.” Cayden said about to start crying again. 

“Not right now, but when I come back, you can come with me, okay?” Christian compromised. He did not want his son going in there while they were still spraying each other with champagne and beer. Y/N smiled at Christian understanding and reached for Cayden. He wasn’t happy about it, but he went with her. 

Y/N sat back down with Kelley and Mark. They were going to take Cayden for the night and bring him to their room before the bus left for the airport. Y/N just hoped he fell asleep on the car ride back to the hotel. 

Christian was right. The whole team came out in full uniform to see their families properly. Christian quickly hugged his mom and dad before taking Cayden back in his arms. He gave Y/N a kiss and smiled down at her as she congratulated him on qualifying. 

“I’m going to take him and go change. Want me to take him with me to the hotel?” He asked his parents. They nodded. Mark told him he would collect the young boy in the lobby. “I’ll see you here in a bit.” 

Cayden was fighting sleep as Christian walked with him to the locker room. By the time they walked in, Cayden was out cold. It didn’t matter how loud the guys were, they were not going to wake him up. Christian laid him in his locker. His head on his jacket. Christian quickly changed and shoved his stuff into his bag. He scooped up his son and headed towards the bus. It wasn’t much longer before they were headed back to the hotel to celebrate some more before their early flight back home.

Christian held Cayden closer as his little breaths tickled his neck. If it wasn’t for his teammates wanting him and Y/N to celebrate with them, he would easily choose to curl up in bed with his two favorite people and go to sleep, but he knew he had a week off before he had to return back to Chelsea training. 

Mark watched his son walk into the lobby with two bags over his shoulder while also holding a sleeping Cayden. Mark took Cayden carefully before telling Christian to be safe and that he would see him in a little bit. 

Christian walked into the room to put his and Cayden’s bag down. He saw Y/N fixing her hair in the mirror and walked up and wrapped his arms around her waist. 

“Hi baby.” He said sensually as he kissed her neck. 

“Don’t even. We can do that when we get back. We only have five more hours until we need to leave for the airport. Let’s go spend an hour or two with everyone before coming back here and letting me show you how proud I am of you and how much I love you.” She said as she turned in his arm and stood up on her toes putting her lips to his. 

“Then let’s hurry up and leave so we can get back here.” He laughed as he gave her a small kiss. When they reached the restaurant that stayed open just for them, he heard the guys cheering and he smiled bright at his wife. Tonight was going to be a good night.

[julianalvarez9]

give me dad!pulisic now 😭

headcanons: dad!christian

author's note: brought this onto myself, didn't i? ANYWAYS

he's such a girl dad????? don't know why

would look at his daughter like this all the time 😭

FULL ON HEART EYES

he'd cry the first time he gets to hold her at the hospital 😭

since we know he's into music he would sing to her. all. the. time

maybe even before she's born too !!!

maybe one day you're a bit grumpy bc she's kicking you so much

and he would not know what to do to help 😭

he'd pull out his guitar and sing to you to try and make it all a bit better

but it works to calm your kid too 😭

"you're already calming her down, baby".

he'd be soooo present, even if he's bit physically there with the away games an all

always sending texts like "how are my two favourite girls doing? thinking of you <3"

you're always sending him pics of what she's doing!!!

his teammates looooove her too

she's a bit shy at first, hiding on his neck and not wanting to let go

mason always gifting her toys to become her favourite uncle

her joining practice once they're done and would all play with her

"daddy, i want to be a footballer like you"

HE WOULD MELT!!!!

always playing together in the backyard 😭

i'll stop now i'm too emotional to go on

[liverpool-enjoyer]

Who are the straight A students, average students and the "i'm failing, please send help" students? :D

okie i did one on the students w good grades (i tried to link it but i cant find it for the life a me) so im gonna list the students w bad grades n anyone not mentioned is jus,,, average

trent n andy,,, oh dear God. admittedly trents gradres are a lil better but man neither of em are great (trents rlly good at history n andys good at math tho)

leo n ney are also slacking. luis carries this team n by that i mean he constantly has to help em out

erling oh bless his heart. every damn night he has to facetime kevin to get help w his hw. they end up talking abt other shit n goofing off so sucks to suck ig

lewy gets bad grades sometimes but its NOT cause hes not smart. its cause hes busy as shit. school, soccer, n a part time job,,, bless his heart

christian gets pretty bad grades. honestly theres no excuse hes jus kinda an airhead n doesnt pay much attention

joãos too busy texting his gf during class to pay attention, hence his bad grades

[kickinganddriving]

Dad! Puli Headcanons

Notes: This is for my homegirl @breakablehcaven​ , this is also getting me out of a lil writing rut, I started like 7 fics, but i can’t seem to finish them.

-He almost missed the birth of your first child, but made up for it for a year

-no.1 family man

- When your kid(s) got old enough he loved bringing them to training

-Him and the boys will take the kid(s) on days out once a month

-If he’s ever away overnight, he always spends a least on hour on face time with yourself and the kids.

-When the kids where babies he would always wake up in the middle of the night and take care of them, letting you sleep.

-he thought it was a fair trade, seeing that you where pregnant 24/7 of 9 months, that he takes night shifts with the baby

-loves watching pixar movies with the kids

-loves reading harry potter to them

-family cuddle sessions all the time

- learned how to cook just for you when you where pregnant

-made up cute nicknames for the kids and never uses their actual names

[blkwag]

he’s just like me

[brasiliangp]

gio’s stans criticizing christian for speaking nothing but the truth instead of acknowledging the reynas messed up is truly something else man

[notsoattractivearenti]

Pulisic Stomping Grounds opening ❤️

[sportswriters]

sportswriters' football recommendations list

first of all, we love lists. second of all, we appreciate everyone who takes their time to put these works together, so we decided to do our own recommendation post. at last, these authors deserve all the love, we keep coming back to the space you created in this mess of a world. thank you, truly.

be aware of the individual warnings before reading. if the links are wrong or stopped working, please let us know.

love, namu and ella.

LAST UPDATE: 10/04/2024

guidelines | a: angst, f: fluff, s: smut, c: comedy, 💗: personal favorite

mason mount

yours for the night by @carlottawllms | a, f | friends to lovers

because i love you by @carlottawllms | a, f, s | friends with benefits

on the verge of goodbye by @carlottawllms | a, f | established relationship

a mountain to climb (masterpost 1, masterpost 2) by @mountttmase | a, f, s | series

i'll fix this by @mountttmase | a, f | dad!mason

damage is done by @mountttmase | a, f | established relationship

cold hands, cold heart by @mountttmase | a, f | established relationship

are we okay? by @mountttmase | a, f | friends to lovers

you deserve better by @tsimvkas | a, f | established relationship

bad idea, right? by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media, summer love

christmas miracle by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

can't choose ft. christian pulisic by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

dominik szoboszlai

hand holding during sex with dominik szoboszlai by @formulalfc | s, f | established relationship

calling him to pick you up with dominik szoboszlai by @yungbludz | f | situationship

new mate with dominik szoboszlai by @photmath | a, f | friends to lovers(?)

heungmin son

i'm not sick with heungmin son by @itsabitcloudy | f | established relationship

sleepy sonny with heungmin son by @itsabitcloudy | f | established relationship

jude bellingham

just a fan by @kobbiesmainoo | a | established relationship

joão félix

his best friend ft. kai havertz by @yungbludz | s | threesome

smitten by @julianalvarez9 | f | established relationship

i mean it by @yungbludz | s | casual sex

kai havertz

national day by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media, established relationship

adoption by @gagaslonina | f | established relationship

the way i loved you by @gagaslonina | f | established relationship

amnesia by @gagaslonina | a | established relationship

pablo gavi

valentine's day through the years by @spidybaby | f | established relationship

you're losing me by @leilakisakabiri | a, f | established relationship

surprise by @leilakisakabiri | f | established relationship

opposites attract by @808heartz | f | social media

spanish boy by @leilakisakabiri | f | established relationship

liar, liar by @leilakisakabiri | a, f | established relationship

comfort zone by @pedriscroquettes | a, f | academic rivals

antoine griezmann

i feel it coming by @yungbludz | s, a | established relationship

persuade daddy by @footballxixstars | f | dad!griezmann

rúben dias

3 am by @yungbludz | a | exes to lovers(?)

9 am by @yungbludz | s, a | exes to lovers(?)

appreciation post by @julianalvarez9 | f | social media

with you by @coolemmasulivan | a, f | brother's best friend | part 2

teasing for two by @rubenfinity | f | brother's best friend

platonic lies by @mountsmason | a, f | pining, friends to lovers

guardiola!reader by @oh-saints | s | enemies to lovers

a boy on a mission by @natwrites08 | f | dad!rúben

julián álvarez

yellow by @julianalvarez9 | f | strangers to (?)

nhl recs list | list of players we write with | masterlist (soon!)

[let-me-luve-you]

Unqualified

Part 1 of the Road to the World Cup Series

Christian Pulisic x Reader (female)

Summary: As Christian's high school sweetheart, the reader watches on as the US tries to qualify for the World Cup. After the game, the reader tells Christian some surprising news.

Warnings: Flangst, mentions of sex, pregnancy

Word Count: 1836

A/N: I've had this idea for a while. I finally got in the mood to write again. Currently writing part 2. I've got 4 parts planned for this series. Hope you all enjoy!

MASTERLIST

CHRISTIAN MASTERLIST

BUY ME A COFFEE

It was simple. A win and you’re in. A tie and you put your fate into the other countries hands. Lose and you're out. Dressed proudly in her #10 US kit, Y/N sat in between her boyfriend’s (of 4 years) parents. The last four days had been a whirlwind. She was sick before traveling to Orlando for the Panama match. So sick she missed her first flight and caught one that allowed her to get to the game just in time for kickoff. Even though she still wasn’t 100%, she wouldn’t miss these games for anything. 

She loved watching Christian play. She’s either been at or watched every match since they met when they were 14. They started dating when they were 15. When Christian moved to Germany at 16, they considered breaking up to not hold each other back, but that idea was quickly turned down. Figured they would try. Succeeding for two years at distance, she moved to Dortmund to be with him. Her parents weren’t happy with the decision because of college, but she is taking online classes to get a degree in marketing. Online gave her the freedom of travel when she wanted to go with Christian. 

Now at 19, she watched as the second half began for the final game of World Cup qualifying. The US was down 0 to 2 but she saw the way Christian looked when he walked back onto the pitch. His determination and focus was the only thing you could read on his face. 

She watched on as the US headed toward goal. Y/N quickly grabbed onto Kelley’s arm as Jorge Villafana attempted a shot but was immediately blocked by Alvin Jones. Villafana was able to get the ball back and pass it to an open Christian at the top of the box. Christian takes a touch that pushes him a few feet closer to the goal before just striking it into the back of the net. Y/N stood up fast and yelled. She started feeling lightheaded so she turned and hugged Kelley and then Mark to not let them catch on to how she was feeling. They continued to celebrate as the US boys grabbed the ball to try and get another goal and keep the play moving. 

As the second half continued, Y/N watched on as the boys tried everything in their power to score a second goal, but ultimately, when the final whistle rang, it wasn’t the US on top of the scoreboard. Y/N stayed sitting as Mark stood up. Kelley wrapped her arm around the young girl that stole her son’s heart. She watched as Y/N fought tears. Kelley could tell she was trying to keep it together, for when she saw Christian. 

Y/N was doing a somewhat decent job at keeping her tears at bay until she watched Christian drop into a squat with his head in his jersey. Kelley squeezed her closer to her as she tried to comfort her. She too had tears in her eyes. She was sad for her son. She knew how hard he was working to achieve his dreams and goals. She was also sad for the young girl in her arms because she knew how much she supported her son and was there for him when she or Mark couldn’t. She knew Y/N wanted it for Christian just as much as he wanted it. 

Watching the team make their way into the locker room, the Pulisic’s and Y/N thought it would be a good time to make their way down into the family area. Once they made it to the hallway outside the locker room, Y/N sat down on a chair that was near. Mark put his hand on her shoulder and sadly smiled at her. She gave him one back before staring at the door. One by one, players started making their way out. They stopped at their family or made their way to the team bus. 

Christian was the last one to come out. Y/N quickly stood up as she saw him look opposite of his family before turning and looking right at her. He quickly walked over and wrapped her in a tight hug. He dug his face into her neck. She felt a few tears leave his eyes and wet her skin. 

“I know it sucks right now, but I am so proud of you.” She whispered into his ear. 

“It’s my fault. I could’ve done more.” Christian said so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.

“You did your job. You stepped up when needed. This was not your fault.” She ran her hand over his short hair as she squeezed him tighter. Kelley and Mark watched on at their son and they hoped, their future daughter in law. 

“I love you Christian Mate.” She said as she kissed his neck. “I will always love you and be proud of you. Now go hug your parents and I will give you all the cuddles tonight.” She whispered the last part for only him to hear. Christian pulled back and leaned his forehead on hers.

“I don’t deserve you.” He whispered before giving her a small kiss and pulling away. He quickly turned to his mom for comfort. Y/N watched on as she watched her boyfriend get the same words from his parents that she just spoke to him. 

“Yo Christian! Time to go.” She heard one of his teammates yell. 

“I’m coming!” Christian yelled back. He came back to Y/N and gave you another slow, soft kiss. “I’ll see you here in a little bit.”

After getting into the rental the Pulisics rented, they quickly drove her to the team hotel to meet back up with Christian.

“Y/N, you okay dear?” Kelley asked.

“I’m good. Just bummed for Chris.” Y/N sighed. 

“Oh sweetie. He’ll be okay.” She turned and smiled at her.

“You are doing everything right Y/N. You are there for him. We couldn’t ask for anyone better for our son to date.” Mark said. She smiled at him with a blush. As they pulled up to the hotel, Y/N smiled at both parents and thanked them for the ride. 

“We are going to come visit you both in a few weeks for Thanksgiving.” Kelley said. 

“I can’t wait. Have fun on your trip to the Bahamas.” She smiled as they thanked her and drove off. 

Y/N walked into the lobby and sat on the couch as she waited for the team bus to arrive. What Y/N didn’t know was that Christian and her were going to quickly grab their stuff and get on a private plane back to Germany. Normally, Christian wouldn’t pay for that, but after that loss, he wanted to get away from people as fast as possible. 

“Hi Y/N.” She looked up and saw Paul Arriola and Clint Dempsey walking in. She smiled and waved at them before they kept walking to the elevator. When Christian walked in, she quickly stood up and met him with an open hand. He was quick to intertwine his fingers with hers. He dragged her to the elevators.

“Bags are packed right?” He asked her once alone in the moving object. 

“Yes. Why?” She asked, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Gerald got us a private plane. We fly to Portugal tonight. We will fill up with gas and then make the rest of the flight to Dortmund.” He said. She nodded at him. Christian quickly packed the rest of his stuff before grabbing most of the bags and heading out of the room with Y/N hot on his trail. 

Part way through the flight, Y/N was cuddled up to Christian on the pullout couch. Neither speaking and neither sleeping. Christian squeezed her closer to him and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“How you feeling? I forgot to ask earlier.” He said softly.

“I’m better. I still have my moments.” She said before sitting up. “Actually, I have something to tell you.” Christian sat up as well. “I don’t know how to say this.”

“You can tell me. It’s okay.” He said, grabbing her hand for support.

“I’m pregnant.” Y/N said. She looked down but then quickly looked up to see a shocked Christian.

“What?” He asked in disbelief.

“I’m pregnant. I’m 13 weeks as of Saturday.” She said. “I did the math, we brought home a souvenir from vacation.”

“Wow. Okay.” Christian rubbed his hand down his face. Still in shock at the news. “When did you find out?” 

“The day before I flew into Orlando. I went to the doctor to get some medicine to help settle my stomach. They ran some tests and asked if there was a chance of me being pregnant. I mean, I couldn’t say no. It’s like we’ve been in the honeymoon stage lately.” She giggled as Christian gave a small laugh and a nod of his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I didn’t want to distract you from these games. I just wanted you to focus on soccer, not how we are going to be parents at 19.” She said sincerely. “Are you okay with this? I know it’s a lot to take in and I’ve had time to let it sink in, but how are you with this?”

“I uh… I don’t know.” He said honestly. “I’m not going to leave you. You are right about the thoughts of ‘how are we going to be parents at 19?’ have gone through my head.” 

“We can do this.” She smiled.

“We can.” Christian smiled before leaning forward and capturing her lips, deepening it as they went along. “I’m terrified, but I’m glad it’s with you. I love you so much Y/N/N. You are going to be a fantastic mother.”

“And you will be an amazing father.” She kissed him slower this time before pulling away. “Can we wait a bit before we tell our families? I want to tell them, but I want this to stay between us for as long as possible, because the world will find out when I show up looking like a whale in black and yellow stripes.” 

“But you’ll be my beautiful whale in black and yellow stripes.” He laughed as she slapped him on the chest. Christian pulled her closer and laid down with her on top of him. “We can wait as long as you want before we tell people.”

“Thank you. I know this is scary, but I’m glad I’m on this journey with you.” Y/N pushed his hair back as she ran her hand through it. As she straddled his lap, she leaned down and kissed him. Christian pulled back.

“Here’s to our next journey in our relationship.” He smiled before kissing her. Quickly deepening the kiss and rolling her over onto her back. “Now let’s join the mile high club to celebrate.”

[vmrsdias]

the beard

credit gif @brasiliangp

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

Plot: your little girl doesn't recognize her beardless dad

Author's note: English is not my firts language

(Camille = your daughter)

"Please tell me you didn't really do it" you had returned from work and as soon as you turned the corner to enter the living room you found your boyfriend, Christian, sitting on the sofa and most importantly, without a beard!!!

"come on love I'm not that bad" you didn't respond to his response because before you could do so the baby monitor rang signaling that your little girl had woken up.

As soon as you entered her room you found her standing on her bed looking at you with those big eyes just like her father.

You didn't realize that Christian was behind you, but your little girl did because as soon as she saw him she started crying, at first you didn't understand why but when Christian came over to pick her up she cried more and He wrapped his little arms around your neck, at that point you understood the reason very well and it was Christian's beard.

"Camille darling, it's me dad" Christian told her, getting closer and closer, but the little girl didn't want to look at that man in her eyes, he was a stranger, you wanted to tell him "I told you not to do it" but you didn't do it, just so as not to rage further.

At that point christian gave you a look asking for help so you turned towards your little girl,

"Darling, he's dad, without a beard but he's dad", your little girl raised her head and looked from you to Christian,

"Daddy?" and at that moment Christian got even closer and stood right in front of his little girl's view

"yes darling I'm dad" and your little girl smiled and then she looked at you and said "ugly daddy"

at that moment you couldn't hold back any longer and started laughing, but Christian wasn't very happy about this because he rolled his eyes and said "come on I'm not that bad though" "well darling if he tells you that's yours too daughter, I would say yes"

Christian wasn't very happy with the answer and the fact that your little girl kept laughing at him, so he left the room but not before muttering that he was going to wear a wig instead of a beard

[thatsdemko]

MASTERLIST

updated as of 6/05/2023 back to helpline

to find what players I write for please click here

↳ to look at part 2 masterlists please click: here

IMAGINES

HOCKEY

Nico hischier

the fight

william nylander

famous

mitch marner

paper rings

thomas bordeleau

revenge

ice and spice

punishment

moritz seider

ask

mat barzal

neighbor

Jack Hughes

mess around and find out

BASKETBALL & NFL

killian hayes

comfort cuddles

Travis kelce

Super Bowl

live from New York

Patrick mahomes

parade

FOOTBALL/SOCCER

christian pulisic

one last time

confusion and confessions

lie detector part two

first timer

the apology

want one?

Mason mount

you belong to me

hate me

little mount

uncle Mason

delicate

Neymar jr.

five minutes

FORMULA 1

nyck de vries

year one

charles leclerc

a sleepless night in monaco

the other man the right man

fallingforyou

Mozart

falling in love again

uncle Charles

summertime happiness

match point

love affair

brothers best friend

Carlos sainz

desperate

unforgettable

spoiled

Polaroid

papa carlos

I see red

stay, stay

lover

pining - mini series

max verstappen

secrets out

happiness comes in ice cream

the ways in which max shows you he loves you

lando norris

the right man

this love

little streamer

one too many

everybody’s friend

Pierre Gasly

one night with you

falling in love again

jealousy, jealousy

only him

one last ride for the alpha

I’m yours

lewis hamilton

it’s sir to you

drunk on you

ride that like a Mercedes

Daniel ricciardo

the return of the honey badger

dicked down in Dallas

Tim McGraw

home is whenever I’m with you

arthur leclerc

cruel summer

hard work

love affair

yuki tsunoda

sushi date

cherry blossom season

one last ride for the alpha

mick schumacher

you are in love

the ways in which mick schumacher shows you he loves you

toto wolff

ride that like a Mercedes

extra credit

George Russell

I think he knows

MISCELLANEOUS

BLURBS

brad marchand

Jeremy swayman

quinn hughes

cale makar

benjamin pavard 2

travis kelce

josh giddey

lando norris

max verstappen

carlos sainz

Daniel ricciardo

COLLECTIONS| MINI SERIES

valentines day

fake it? - mini series

Taylor swift inspired works

dad + family works

three’s company works

pining - mini series

[anadiasmount]

Hi! If you still take requests can you do a bf christian pulisic headcanons please? I don’t see a lot of them for him 🥺

christian as a boyfriend ❣️

would always keep a hand on you every where you go. his love language is touch, so it can be, holding ur hand in public, on ur thigh, when your sleeping a hand around ur waist, a hand on your butt when he becomes possessive bc ik he is.

he kisses you softly, a hand on you hip and the other one resting on your cheek. as much as you love his gentle and soft kisses, you can’t help but enjoy the heated ones as well.

his heated kisses where he starts kissing ur neck all the way up to ur jaw, kissing the corners of your mouth before connecting your lips together. he especially loves bitting ur bottom lip and pulling it back, watching as you blush beneath his touch, his hand slightly around your throat with the smallest pressure. “god baby look at you. so pretty for me.”

bf!christian where he takes pictures of you secretly every where you are. you could be simply washing dishes or cooking but there he is with his phone. when grocery shopping and ur picking our sweets and crisps, you driving, you dancing freely to music. when you’d ask him he would shrug it off. “took it while you weren’t looking.”

during important events, he would spoil you, sometimes hiring a makeup and hairstylist for you, buying you a new pair of heels and dress. surprising you with a pair of earring and a necklace with his initial bc ur his. “don’t take it off. everyone needs to know ur mine, and only mine.”

i just know he’d be possessive about you in every aspect. you making small convo with the man at the bakery and he’s just there looking at him with a smug. at the gym where he towers you and covers you from anyone’s view. when taking a mirror selfie he places a hand around ur waist or on your boob. “gotta remind them, that’s all.”

on a rainy day he’s extra snuggly. you’d spend your day cleaning and then lay on the couch. make cookies and light his favorite candle. as much as he loves being big spoon, he feel safe and sound in ur arms. christian’s head on your chest while you draw small shapes on his back.

he knows how anxious you can get especially when it’s a place that’s super crowded so he’d tell you to trace his tattoos, and kissing ur temple every now and then. “trace them baby. distract yourself from them. it’s just me and you... i love you prettygirl.”

he’s a super private person like you, so date nights at home are special to him. you teaching him how to cut the vegetables required, telling him to mix the food in the pan/ pot. when everything is done, he grabs ur hand and brings you into him, dancing softly in the kitchen, hearing him sing to you.

when visiting the states, he takes you on his boat, spending the whole day swimming, reading, playing chess bc he taught you, and then helping him grill (bc he’s a grilling dad at heart). you would take pictures of him in the sunset, lay together with a blanket keeping you warm, and kiss him bc you truly can’t help it. “so handsome baby. cant get enough of you…”

christian bf where he gives you his jersey to wear and expect you to show it off. it drives him insane, especially when ur hair is up and it gives him a view of you small ear tattoo and on your neck as well. when ur alone he would definitely kiss them and just be in a horny mood. “yk how much i love when ur hair is up y/n… especially with my name on ur back. ur killing me out there.”

when the two of you can’t sleep, you spend hours discussing ur futures together. the two of you sacrificing to stay together, so anywhere he goes you go. talks about having kids, owning a ranch looking home, a big dog to protect you and the kids when he isn’t home. taking more vacations, to places YOU want to go to. “anything and anywhere you want, baby. you name it and i’ll give it to you.”

bf christian where he kisses your knuckles randomly, and you blushing bc it causes you off guard.

when he sleep you just fall deep in concentration at his beautiful face. ur eyes drawing back and forth from his small scars, to his freckles which you adore. the moles, the faint wrinkles, his stubble 😵‍💫

you begging him not to shave but he still does so bc he loves seeing you all pouty and moody. “sorry baby, but i just hate it.”

getting a tattoo that’s sort of dedicated to you. and when he finally tells you he’s just laughing at ur shocked face.

i just know when he’s drunk, he’s constantly wanting attention, doing things to show off, making you laugh by his dad jokes, and just being all soft and gentle. “baby watch this… i bet you haven’t heard this one… just hold me, need to feel you against me…”

him just praising you for everything, “good girl princess… being such a good girl for me… look at you baby, doing so good for me…”

him handing you his hoodies bc of how easily you get cold. knowing he gets mad when you stick ur cold toes in his warm skin, groaning at the contact. “baby! no pls stop… it feels cold.”

christian bf where he buys you the book you add to ur wishlist and when you’d ask how he knew, he would confess that he just knows. but since he loves spoiling you, he would look through that list specifically.

CHRISTIAN WEARING JEWELRY 😵‍💫😵‍💫 a watch specifically, or rings and it makes you go insane.

bc christian purposely wearing no shirt when around you, watching how you get all shy and innocent, but you just adore his back muscles, and his abs. dragging your small hand around his soft and warm skin, knowing he will get goosebumps.

bf christian having to wake up early for training, so he leaves notes for you reminding you how much he loves you, stuff you need for the house, or that he left coffee/ breakfast for you.

bf christian always being down to watch old movies with you. but instead of watching the movies he just pays attention to your eyes growing wide at ur favorite scenes or lines, ur smiles growing wide, holding you when you hysterically cry at certain scenes.

christian bf becoming so sad and scared that he’s going to lose you one day, even crying bc he never wants to let you go. “i can’t help it baby. if you were to ever leave idk if i could cope without you. pls promise me you won’t leave me? ever? i love you babygirl. want you all to myself.”

these are all i could come up with for now :( but i want to make another one bc i enjoyed making this one!! sorry if it’s short but this is how i picture bf christian 🤭❣️

[libraryofloveletters]

The Florida Heat

Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: florida is a warning in itself, sweet dad!chris, twins mean mischief, gets pg-14 for a second there, reader and chris as disgustingly in love, sweet family moments, football gets messy, lots of cuddles and kisses, mentions of being sick and periods, talks of pregnancy and taking of tests. 

Word Count: 4k

Author’s Note: everyone writes chris as a girl dad but boy dad christian my most beloved <333 enjoy this lil something I threw together lmao 

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15 years old. 

That’s how old you are the first time you met Christian and as all love stories go you hated him at first; you thought he was cocky and arrogant but overtime, he proved you otherwise. 

You started dating shortly after you turned 16, the two of you finding out you were expecting when you were 18; not one but two babies. It wasn’t the ideal path, considering you were starting a company with your best friend and Christian was off to start his football career but things happen for a reason. 

The twins were two boys; the boys were named Christopher Andrew Pulisic and Alexander Charles Pulisic. The initial swapping wasn’t planned, it just happened that way. 

When the boys were 3, the two of you got married at the grown age of 21. It seemed rushed to most of those outside of your families but it was clear the love you two had was like none other. 

There was no stopping the two of you even if they had tried too. 

That brings you to now; hot, sticky Florida. Your husband had bought a home there shortly after his 23rd birthday, the four of you often spent your time there during the breaks. 

This week was no exception. It was the last two weeks of the off-season, Christian decided that you'd spend the first week in Florida and then head back to England so everyone could settle in before training for the upcoming season begins again.

His arm draped over your waist, his big hand on your stomach and you try to wiggle away from him but Christian pulls you back. His sticky skin clings to yours but not in a good way. 

“Chris,” you mumbled, practically prying his arm off of you. “C’mon, it’s boiling in here.” 

“The AC is on, I'm cold.” He mumbles into your shoulder, kissing it softly. You wiggled a bit, rolling to your back. Christian repositions himself to drop his head on your shoulder and your arm wrapped around him. “This is nice,” the man says, your fingers brushing through his hair. 

“You get this all the time,” you laughed, the man clings to you like this every morning. “It’s different, it’s the Florida heat.” He whispers, looking up at you. 

“If you mean it’s different because you’re all sweaty, then yeah.” You laughed, your husband reaching up to give you a kiss. 

Your hand rests on his cheek, Christian shifts up to reach you better. He moves to get on top of you, your legs wrapping around as you pull him down closer. 

“We have to be quiet,” you whisper to him. 

He mumbles something into the crook of your neck that you don’t quite catch, the feeling of his lips and the stubble on his chin scratching against your skin distracts you from whatever it was. 

Before it could go any further, the two of you get interrupted by the door swinging open. “Mommy!” CJ shouts, Alex running behind him. “We want breakfast!” 

You look up at your husband, your hand on his chest as he sighs. You can’t help but giggle at his reaction, the man moves to sit beside you as the boys climb up onto the bed. The twins settle between the two of you; CJ was laying over your lap and Alex was fiddling with the band on his father’s wrist, spinning it around. 

Alexander had been called Alex since they were born and Christoper used to be called Chris but seeing that you call Christian Chris, you two settled on calling him CJ; Chris Jr. 

“Tell your father, sweetie.” You look over at Christian, smiling as both boys jump on top of their father. 

Christian’s got his arms wrapped around both boys, one of them on either side. “What do you want for breakfast?” There’s a few different answers shouted between the boys, but Christian manages to figure out what exactly it is they want. 

“Did you brush your teeth?” He asks next, sitting up. The boys share a look which is an answer in itself. 

CJ jumps on his father’s back, arms wrapped around his neck and Alex climbs on his father’s lap, Christian holding them against him. One arm on Alex and the other behind him to hold CJ. 

“Say bye to mama, you two are gross.” He teases them, making them laugh. 

You blow a kiss to them from the bed, assuming their father was carrying them to the bathroom; a correct guess I might add as you hear the sinks turn on. You find your way to the bathroom in your room, about to get ready for the day and brush your teeth when your husband walks back in. 

You can see him making a bee line for you, his arms wrapped around you from behind as you brushed your teeth. His lips trail up from behind your shoulder to your neck, causing you to look at him in the mirror. 

“Really?” You mumbled, Christian rolled his eyes at your question. “Yes, really. Can I not love on my wife?” 

“Buddy, I look horrendous right now.” 

“No you don’t,” his chin rests on your shoulder as he looked at you in the mirror. 

You never quite understood your husband's obsession with you; even as teenagers when you first met, Christian was enamoured with you, and he spent a lot of time staring before he even spoke to you. You just assume that he was a weirdo, but as the years went on and dating turned into marriage, you realize that he hadn’t changed, that he just likes to look at you.

The sound of little footsteps going downstairs was signalled Christian to let go of you. You smiled at him in the mirror, telling him that you're heading downstairs because you need to watch the boys before they get into any trouble and knowing who their father was, they’d definitely get into trouble.

CJ and Alex were sitting on the stools by the island in the kitchen, you kissed their heads as you passed by, getting them some orange juice before putting the kettle on to boil. You sat with them, the 3 of you talking about what you were gonna do for the next 2 days you were there. 

Christian comes down confused, “what’s going on?” 

“We're chatting because daddy said he’d make breakfast, right boys?” You look at the twins who nodded, trying to hold back giggles but failing miserably. 

They always found it funny when you scolded their father, not so much when you scolded them but I digress. 

The boys were chasing each other around the kitchen now, you were making some tea and Christian was doing something on his phone. Auggie, your golden retriever, was scratching at the back door so you opened it, letting him run out into the backyard. 

“Stop,” you call to the twins who were about to run out. “How do you do that?” Alex asked with a groan, making you smile. 

“Mom magic,” you turn to face them. “Where do you two think you’re going?” 

“Can we play outside? Please mama?”  CJ asks, the two of them giving you puppy eyes. You should say no, they’re gonna get messy before breakfast and then it's gonna be a disaster. 

“Yeah,” Christian tells them, “stay in the yard though.” 

The two of them go sprinting out into the yard, the door left wide open so you could see them but all the hot air bellowed into the house faster than the air conditioning could counteract it. 

Once again, your husband hugs you from behind as you watch the boys by the backdoor, your mug in one hand and the other reaching back to rest on his cheek. You can feel the stubble against your palm, the man turning his head to kiss your hand. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be making breakfast?” You asked and he hums in response. “It’s fine, I already ordered something.” 

“You’re so lazy.” 

Christian takes your mug from you, setting it on the counter before picking you up. Your husband swings you around, making you laugh when he sets you on the counter, right next to the mug. He reaches up to give you a kiss, your hand moving back to rest on his cheek but he drops his head into your lap, the hand moves to rest on the back of his head. 

Your nails scratch over the nape of his neck, rubbing up to the back of his head where the hair was cut low. “I miss this when I'm training.” He mumbles, the words muffled by the fact that his face was buried into your thigh at the moment. 

“We’re still with you, we’re not going anywhere.” 

“But it’s so easy here,” he says, turning his head to look at you. “Makes me want to retire.” 

You roll your eyes, he’s been singing about retiring since the twins were born. He hadn't even started his career at that point. “Shut up, you’d lose your mind if you had to stop kicking that stupid ball around.” 

“Yeah, that stupid ball pays for all of this.” 

“You say that as if I don’t do anything,” you pinched his side. Christian flashes you a smile, standing up to give you a kiss. “I know, baby. You’re everything a man could want, I’m so lucky to have you.” 

“Yeah, you are.” You smiled, patting his cheek before getting off the counter.

On cue, the doorbell rings and Christian goes to get the food and pay while the boys come in and wash up. You leave the door cracked open a bit so Auggie can come in if he wants. You get plates and cutlery, setting it on the island. 

Leant over the counter to get the glasses that the boys previously left there, your husband smacked your ass as he passed by; married for 4 years, together for nearly 10 and he still acted like a love sick teenage boy. 

The 3 boys, Christian included because he acts like a child sometimes, settle in and you all eat breakfast. 

“Can we go swimming?” Alex asks to no one in particular. His brother joins in, asking the same question. 

You and Christian share a glance and you nod, “sure but not now.” 

It was barely 11:30 and they had just come in from outside, as well as had breakfast so they needed to settle down and relax before jumping into the pool. The twins help you clear up the table because Christian had a few team related calls to make. 

Alex and CJ settle into the living room, playing with their race cars and doing a bit of colouring, as well as playing on their iPads while you catch up on work emails at the dining room table. You and your best friend, Celia, ran a fashion brand together. It's mostly online and you had a small boutique in London but it did fairly well. 

Two hours had passed before you finally finished up, the boys were bickering between themselves over who gets to play with the red car and who gets the blue one. 

“Daddy’s on the phone,” you remind them, a signal for them to quiet down a little, they do but continue to bicker. 

You quietly make your way down the hall to find Christian, the man at the end of the interview when you walked in. He glanced over the laptop, smiling at you when you shut the door. The person on the other end asks what he’s been up to over the break, he hasn't posted much about his break like his other teammates have. 

“Yeah, we’re actually in Florida for the next few days. The missus and our boys are waiting for me, it was nice speaking to you guys.” He tells them, a cue he wants the interview to end. They wish him well for the upcoming season, telling him to tell you all hello before letting him go. 

“The missus?” You asked, “I think Mason is rubbing off on you.” 

Christian laughs, leaning back into the chair as you walk over to him, sitting yourself down on his lap. His arms wrapped around your middle, a hand resting on your stomach without a second thought. “Where are the boys?” 

“Bickering over their cars,” you lean into him, your head on his shoulder. 

Christian reaches for his phone, checking the time. “Is it 2 already? Where’d the time go?” 

“Time flies babe, you know this.” 

“Should we take the boys outside? Before they break everything in the house?” 

“Yeah,” you laughed, getting off his lap. 

The two of you head out into the living room, and you send the boys off with their father so they can change into their swimming trunks. You were feeling a bit queasy after breakfast, you aren't sure if it’s because you didn't get enough sleep or because Christian was swinging you around like a sack of potatoes. Either way, you let Christian deal with the sugared up kids while you took your time. 

You were in the middle of changing, your husband walking into the room and shutting the door quietly. 

“Where are the boys?” You asked, moving your hands so he can tie the knot at the back of the bikini top. 

Christian’s fingers were cold, sending a shiver down your spine. “Changing, they didn’t want to match so I had to dig for the other shorts.” He says, rubbing your back where the goosebumps had appeared. 

“They’re growing up, Chris. They’re not always gonna want to match.” 

You chuckled at the pout on your husband’s face; it seemed like just yesterday the boys were born, you weren’t sure where the time had gone. 

The bedroom door opens as Christian finishes changing, “can we go?” CJ climbs up onto the bed, bouncing up and down as his brother tugged on your hand. 

“Can you take them down?” You look at Christian, he can sense just from the look on your face that something was wrong. He nods. giving you a questionable look. You shook your head, silently telling him it's fine. “I’ve gotta use the bathroom, I’ll be down in a few.” You tell them, sending them on their way. 

Christian stops by the door, looking back at you once more. “You okay?” He asks, the concern evident in his voice. 

“I’m fine, I'll be down just now. Put sunscreen on the boys and yourself. Oh, take Auggie out too.” 

“I don’t want sunscreen,” he grumbles, walking out of the room. 

“Don’t complain when you look like a tomato then!” You shouted back to him, hearing him shout a fine as you walked into the bathroom. 

You sat on the bed for a moment, trying to do the math in your head. It was the 15th, your period should have started by now. It ended on the 6th of last month, something was off. 

Walking to the bathroom, you tumbled through the drawers until you found what you were looking for; a pregnancy test. 

You did the usual routine, pee in the stick, wash your hands, sit there and wait the excruciatingly long 5 minutes that felt like a lifetime. Your phone buzzed on your lap, letting you know that the 5 minutes were up and you couldn’t bring yourself to move. 

The test sat face down on the counter, you were sitting a few feet away on the edge of the tub. 

You knew if you didn’t get up soon, Christian would come looking for you. You forced yourself up, staring down at the test for a moment before turning it over. 

Two lines stared back at you. 

Pregnant. 

You let out a breath, unsure what to do for the moment. Not like the baby would be going anywhere, there’s no need to derail the day with the news. You can hear the footsteps on the stairs, Christian was in fact looking for you. 

“Honey?!” He shouts, his voice sounds like it’s right outside the bedroom door. 

You slipped the test back into the little plastic wrapper for the time being and tossed it into the bottom drawer. Stepping out of the bathroom just as he walked into the room, he can see the look on your face. 

“You okay?” He asked once more. “You’ve been up here a while.” 

“Yeah,” you breathe, putting a smile on your face. “The string wasn’t tying properly,” you gesture to the knot on the side of your bikini bottoms. Christian nods, his hand held out for yours and you take it, the two of you walking downstairs. 

The boys were tossing the tennis ball back and forth while Auggie ran and jumped, trying to get the ball from them. 

“Can we get in now?” Alex asks, tossing the ball behind his brother so Auggie can go get it. 

You nod, “be careful, no running!” You warned them but they had already started running to jump into the pool. 

Waterbugs was what you called them. They were just like their father in that way; in many ways actually but especially like that. Christian could spend all day in a pool or a lake, the boys were the same way.

Their dad gets in with them, you join them at the pool but sit on the edge. Alex and CJ were racing each other, swimming laps up and down the length of the pool.  

“You don’t wanna get in?” Your husband asks, his wet hands resting on your thighs when he steps between your legs. 

You shook your head, “the water is freezing,” you remind him, shaking your leg side to side a bit. 

Christian shrugs, turning around so his back was facing you. Your arms rest over his shoulders, hands flat on his chest. Your husband leans into you, arms propped up on your thighs as you two watch the boys race. Eventually they decided they wanted to play volleyball in the pool but Alex spiked the ball a little too far which prompted them to get out of the pool. 

The two of you followed, you went off to rest on the lounger, letting the sun dry off your legs while Christian joined the boys for a match; the twins vs their dad.

None of the boys dried off and because they were running around in the grass, slipping as they dived for the ball, they ended up covered in mud. Your eyes are closed but you can hear the giggles and the thuds when they fall, not hard enough to get hurt but enough to be covered in mud; that was part of the fun - also why they always dragged their dad out to play when it’s done raining. 

“Stay still,” Christian tells the boys, the sound of squishy footsteps on the wet grass followed by the sound of unravelling caught your attention. 

You lifted the sunglasses to see the boys getting hosed off by their father, the mud dripping onto the concrete. You smiled, watching as they giggled and turned away when Chris sprayed their faces. You lay back down, knowing that if they get washed off, they’ll be jumping back into the pool with their dad or so you thought. 

The feeling of ice cold water startles you, causing you to sit up and pull your sunglasses off. “Chris!” You shouted, getting off the lounger. Your husband laughs, dropping the hose as he runs over to grab you before you can get away. 

CJ walks over to the hose, picking it up to spray his brother. The two of them are fighting over the hose before they decide to spray you and Christian instead. You’re hiding behind your husband, the boys laughing as they watch their father try to get the hose back from them. 

At some point, Christian gave up on getting the hose back and just turned the water off. The boys pouted as you got the towels from by the backdoor, wrapping them up before sending them off to take a shower. 

You were going to clean up the trail of water they left behind as they went up but Christian said he’d clean it, sending you off to wash off. 

After what felt like the best shower you’ve had in a while, you returned downstairs to find the boys on the couch and in pjs. 

“Where’s dad?” You asked, leaning over the couch to kiss their heads.

“Kitchen,” CJ answers, eyes glued to the screen. “Making dinner,” Alex tells you, smiling at you. You pinch his cheek softly, nodding before walking off to see your husband by the stove. 

He’s yet to notice you’ve entered the kitchen so you sneak up on him, giving his ass a smack. “Seriously ?” He gives you a look of fake disapproval, making you giggle. 

“As serious as a heart attack.” 

Christian rolls his eyes as you peek behind him to see what he was cooking. “Go shower, I'll finish up.” You tell him, reaching up to give him a kiss. 

“You're sure?” 

“Yeah, you stink. Go,” you shove him away, making him laugh. He kisses you once more before finally heading up to take a shower. 

While Christian’s in the shower, dinner finishes up and you sit the boys down at the table to eat. The 3 of you were chatting about the plans for when you get back to England; how they want to have a playdate with their friends, go to training with their dad, etc etc. Christian comes down and joins you guys, the 4 of you finishing up dinner and tidying up. 

The boys settle in on the couch, deciding they wanted to watch Toy Story for the millionth time and they fall asleep 20 minutes into the movie. “We should take them up,” you whispered to the man that was dozing off himself. 

“Yeah,” he yawns, carefully getting up. He stretches, waking himself up a bit before reaching down to pick up both of the boys. 

You go to take CJ from him but he steps away. “I got it babe,” he tells you, nodding for you to go up and open the door. 

“Okay Captain America. Whatever you say.” 

Even though he didn’t know you were pregnant, he never let you carry the boys, especially now that they've grown up. He told you they were too heavy and you’d hurt yourself but you told him to shut up, they’re still your babies and you’d carry them if you wanted too. 

Christian puts the boys into bed, the two of you tucking them in and kissing them goodnight before heading to your room. You get into bed, Christian does his usual switching off the lights and sprinting into bed. You can feel him get in beside you, his chest against your back as his arm drops over your side. 

His hand finds its way under your shirt, resting on your bare stomach. His thumb rubs over the skin softly and you go quiet, despite the room behind quiet prior to that, it’s obvious this was a different type of quietness. 

Like something was waiting to be said; for the other shoe to drop. 

“Baby?” He whispers into the darkness of the room. “What’s going on?” 

You let out a breath, your hand moving to rest on top of Christian’s. “I’m pregnant.” 

The room is quiet again, your husband pulls his hand away from you and you can feel his body move away from yours and eventually get off the bed. You sit up, confused as to what was going on. 

“Chris?” You call, you can make out his shadow in the room and he switches on the light. 

He's looking at you with a smile on his face. “You’re pregnant?” He asks, making sure he heard you right. 

You’re sitting at the edge of the bed now, nodding. “It’s still early but.. yeah.” 

Christian walks over to you, his hands cupping your face as he leans down to give you a kiss. He moves to kneel in front of you, a hand on your stomach when he leans into you to give your stomach a kiss. 

“I can’t believe we’re having another baby.” He says, getting back into bed. You look over at him, “you’re like a rabbit, Christian, are you really that shocked?” 

He rolls his eyes, his arms slinging over your shoulder. “Way to ruin the moment, babe.” 

“Oh bite me, Chris.” You giggled, reaching to give him a kiss. 

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dad to the rescue - christian pulisic

summary: when Y/N and Christian's daughter is frightened of the doctor, Christian comes to the rescue to calm her fears

pairing: Christian Pulisic x reader

word count: 2.0k

warnings/tags: descriptions of a doctor's office, needles/injections, anxiety, lots and lots of fluff

requested: no

notes: Hey y'all! I've been feeling pretty uninspired recently, but I have more time to right now that school is out. So I decided to rewrite this old fic that I wrote several years ago for another fandom to try to get the creativity flowing! So if you read a fic similar to this for someone else years ago, no you didn't. It's definitely not my favorite thing that I've written, but hopefully, it'll get the ball rolling!

“Mommy, I don’t like the doctor. It’s scary,” Lily whimpered as you helped her climb out of her car seat and onto the pavement.

You glanced nervously over at Christian, pleading silently for his help. You were naturally a nervous person—a trait that was dialed up to 11 when it came to your daughter. You were just as terrified, if not more so, than your daughter for this visit. Knowing that she was scheduled to receive an injection, you had convinced Christian to take the day to leave training early and accompany the two of you to the appointment—he always knew how to help in these situations.

“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. You’ve got Mommy and Daddy here with you, and…” He trailed off, squatting down so that he was on her level, and he loudly whispered, “I hear they have toys in the waiting room!”

Lily’s face brightened instantly at his words. “D’you want to go find out?” he asked her excitedly, and Lily nodded her head quickly. Christian sprung to his feet, and the two of them raced to the door, hand-in-hand, squealing giddily as I watched them with a huge smile spreading across my face.

Christian pulled open one of the doors, letting Layla speed through and waiting behind to hold it open for me to walk through. He gestured for you to pass, muttering a short, “m’lady,” as you walked through, causing you to giggle and roll your eyes at him.

Lily was inside, trying her hardest to pull open the second set of doors, but it was too heavy for her small self. You reached forward, pulling lightly on the door, and she gasped, thinking she had finally gotten the door to budge on her own, before racing through and straight into the waiting room.

Christian followed in behind you, placing a gentle hand on your lower back. You spun around, pulling him toward you with a firm grip on his shirt and planted a long, firm kiss on his lips. When you pulled away, he had a massive grin on his face.

“What was that for?” he asked, still smirking down at you.

“No reason in particular,” you shrugged, holding back a grin of your own.

“Well, whatever I did, I should do it more often,” he leaned down, pecking your lips once again.

You swatted his chest, gently pushing him away. “You have a daughter in there that has been promised toys and playtime, so you better join her. I’ll sign her in,” you said, pointing to the door of the waiting room.

“Yes ma’am,” he retorted with a short salute, and you punched his shoulder. “Okay, okay, I’m going!” He grinned from ear to ear as he quickly joined Lily in the waiting room.

You turned around, heading to the front desk to sign in and receiving a clipboard with paperwork to fill out.

You sat in the waiting room, occupying your time by filling out the papers and occasionally glancing up to watch your husband and daughter playing enthusiastically with the toy cars. You couldn't help but smile as Christian made motor noises and loud honking sounds with his mouth as he wheeled the cars across the playmat toward Lily.

Before long, a nurse came to the door, sweetly calling out, “Lilian Pulisic?” even though the three of you were the only ones there.

“That’s us!” Christian smiled, standing from the floor and taking Lily’s hand, sensing that her nerves had quickly returned with the appearance of the nurse. As he led her over to the nurse, the fear was back on her face as she clung tightly to his arm, but she seemed to be slightly more confident as she walked with him.

The nurse weighed her and measured her height. Lily jumped up and down when the nurse told her that she’d grown 3 inches in the last year. After taking a few more measurements, the nurse led your little family into a small exam room and let you know that the doctor would be there soon.

You and Christian sat down in the chairs as you watched Lily wander the room, pointing out the various animals painted along the walls of the room. You pulled Christian’s hand into your lap, intertwining your fingers with his and gripping it tightly. Your worry for your daughter had quickly returned as you sat down in the hard, plastic chairs, and Christian sensed this, beginning to run his thumb over the back of your hand in an effort to soothe you.

A few minutes later, a young female doctor walked in, stethoscope hanging around her neck and computer in hand. Christian lifted Lily to sit on the exam table before settling back into his seat next to you.

“Hello there! You must be Lilian!” the doctor greeted warmly. “Do you go by Lilian?”

Lily remained silent, glancing nervously over at you with wide eyes.

“Go on, it’s okay,” Christian encouraged her softly.

She looked back at the doctor, replying with a quiet, “My name’s Lily.”

“Oh wow! Your name is so beautiful!” the doctor said excitedly, and a small smile appeared on Lily’s face. “Well, my name is Dr. Jones, but you can call me Anna.” Lily giggled and you could tell that she was already warming up to the doctor.

The appointment continued normally and Lily grew confident enough to answer most of the questions on her own, which caused your heart to swell with pride. Anna only turned to you and Christian to get more precise answers about Lily’s eating and sleeping habits.

Anna listened to her heart, took her blood pressure, and checked over every part of Lily’s body, from her head to her toes. Lily laughed especially hard when Anna looked in her ears (she told you between giggles that it tickles) and when she used the mallet on Lily’s leg to check her reflexes.

“Alright, we’ve just got one more thing to do and then you can go home!” Anna said as the appointment seemed to be coming to its end. “I see we’re scheduled for a vaccine today?” she asked, glancing at you and Christian for confirmation.

“Alright, so what we’re gonna do, is we’re gonna give you a little shot right here,” she explained, drawing a small circle on Lily’s left arm. “I know that sounds really scary, but it’ll feel like a little pinch, and then it’ll be over, okay?” Lily seemed a little uncertain, but otherwise fine. Anna left, but not before explaining that the nurse from before would be back in shortly and giving Lily a high five on her way out the door.

Just moments later, the nurse returned, carrying a tray with some alcohol swabs and a needle on it. The moment Lily laid eyes on the tray, she began to panic.

“Mommy, I don’t want a shot,” she cried, the tears quickly welling up in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. You jumped up from your chair as she reached out for you, rushing to her side and hugging her tightly as she cried.

It hurt you to see her this scared. You swallowed the lump in your throat, doing your best to speak softly and calmly to her. “Shh, baby, it’s okay. You heard Dr. Jones! It’s just a small pinch and then it’s over. You can do this!”

Your words seemed to do nothing to calm Lily nerves, and she whimpered, pulling you closer by the fabric of your shirt.

You felt Christian’s hand on your back, telling you that he was standing just behind you. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, whispering in your ear, “Here, let me.”

You stepped back, watching as Christian sat on the table next to Lily, holding your shaking daughter as she clung tightly to him. He shrugged the jacket he was wearing from his shoulders, pulling the short sleeve of his T-shirt up and over his left shoulder.

“Hey, look here,” he spoke soothingly to Lily, holding out his tattooed arm for her to look at. She slowly looked away from the nurse, who was preparing for the shot. “Tell me all of the things you see on my arm.”

Lily sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve, but her crying seemed to be slowing down now. She ran her small hand along his arm, trying to find something.

“There’s a tiger,” she spoke slowly. Christian turned his arm so that she could see the face of the tiger more clearly.

“Very good!” Christian exclaimed, and a small smile appeared on Lily’s face. “Now try to find something else.” He glanced at you as she continued looking, shooting you a quick smile before returning his attention back to his little girl.

Lily jumped as the nurse wiped her arm with the cold alcohol swab, her focus leaving Christian’s arm as the fear in her eyes returned.

“It’s okay. She’s just cleaning your arm,” Christian explained sweetly. “Keep looking.”

“S-some letters,” she stuttered, pointing at Christian’s wrist. He nodded with a short “mhm.” Her fingers trailed up to Christian’s shoulder. “A bird.” She brushed her fingers across his skin, down the inside of his arm. “And that’s Mike.” A short giggle fell from her lips as she reached the tattoo of the one-eyed, green monster from Monsters Inc., a movie that she had watched many times with her father.

Christian noticed the nurse uncapping the needle, and he moved to point out something else so Lily would remain distracted. He flipped his arm over, pointing to the chess piece on his forearm. “And this here is a chess piece. It’s called the queen.” Lily tapped the inked game piece with her fingers, clueless to the movements of the nurse next to her.

As the nurse put the needle in her arm, Lily whimpered quietly. She gripped Christian’s arm tightly in her small fingers, clamping her eyes shut as she let out a small cry.

But the shot was over as quickly as it had started.

“It’s over,” Christian spoke to her, kissing the top of her head while she still held tightly to his arm. Lily looked up at his face, and Christian's heart tightened a little as he wiped the tear streaks away with his thumb. “You’re okay, sweetie. We’re all done.”

The nurse put a bandage on Lily’s shoulder as Christian slipped his arms back into his jacket.

Soon enough, we were dismissed from the room, and Lily reached out for Christian to pick her up. She lifted her arms into the air toward him, wiggling her fingers with droopy eyes—clearly exhausted from the whole ordeal. She was barely awake enough in his arms to pick out a sticker before dropping her head onto his shoulder as you signed her out.

The three of you walked out the front doors of the office and to the car. Christian carefully shuffled the small girl out of his arms and into her car seat as you held the door open. Lily had managed to fall fast asleep in the time it took to reach the car.

You closed the door gently, attempting to keep from waking her up. You softly pushed Christian into the side of the car, resting your hands on both of his cheeks as you planted a firm kiss to his lips.

When you pulled back, Christian had a confused but pleased grin on his face.

“You’re incredible. You know that?” you asked as you felt his arms snake around your waist, pulling you further into his body.

“You really think so?”

You nodded in response. “You have such a way with her. I would’ve absolutely been freaking out along with her.”

He quickly kissed you again, a mischievous smile on his lips. “You know,” he started slowly, his smile only growing as he spoke. “We could always have another one.”

“Now you’re getting ahead of yourself, Pulisic,” you laughed, pulling away from him and beginning to walk around the car to get in on the passenger side. He reached to try to slap your butt as you walked away, but you jumped out of the way, dodging his hand and causing both of you to giggle as you ran around the car.

You heard him call from the other side of the vehicle. “You didn’t say no!”

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