#day 3369 of being jealous of how pretty he is

[emeraldbabygirl]

Reblogging haunted house hikaru so I can remember how beautiful he is. Not that I forgot but I love to be reminded anyway 😍

I made more shitty lil icon thingies like I did with the junji and keigo ones but this time it’s just zoomed in Hikaru cause he just looked so so beautiful in this lighting and I appreciate it :)

Also also tagging @witchy-weve-monbebe because I want you to see how pretty he is 🤧

[buckysforeverprincess]

What Do You Want From Me? Ch 21

Lance Tucker X Reader

Words: 3369

Warning: Language

A/N: This is the final chapter. There is a short epilogue, but that’s it. Thanks for reading my Lance fic, and I hope you all enjoyed it!

“Did you hear what I said?” You were standing next to him at the kitchen island, trying to go over his schedule for the day. The man's face was distractedly in his phone.  

“Huh, yeah-sorry! Meeting with my agent at eleven, his office. Then I need to swing by that baby store and pick up the stroller that just arrived. After that I need to go grab the last few items on the Christmas list, and...be to the gym by five for the Christmas party for the kids and families. Did I miss anything?” Lance grins at you, but it slowly fades as the look he's getting in return makes him realize he did in fact miss something very important.  

“I said they've scheduled me for tomorrow.”

Lance looks at you surprised, he obviously doesn't know what to say.

“You ok?” You ask.

Lance still hasn't come out of his shock. “Uh-huh. But-um, when did you find this out?” Lance knows you went to the doctors yesterday and thought he would have been told shortly thereafter.

“Doc told me yesterday, and before you get upset, I was going to tell you, but you got tied up in that photo shoot and I was in bed before you got home.”  

Lance nods and accepts that answer, but it still doesn't make him happy. “You could have text me...I would have answered.” Lance now has his arms wrapped around you.

“Oh, no! You're a total fucking diva when you're at a shoot. I was not setting myself up for the brunt of that shit show!” You laugh, and he smiles. He leans in for a quick kiss, and you gladly welcome it now that you officially could.  

“So, here's what I propose. Today's December twenty first. Let me cancel my meeting, and we go do the other things together. Let's spend this last day together before we welcome our children tomorrow.” Lance still has his arms around you, and you melt even further into his touch.

“That sounds like an excellent idea.” You place a quick kiss to his lips and waddle your way into the bathroom getting ready for the day out with Lance.

“Everything ok, baby?”

The two of you had been out for a while and were now having a much needed lunch at your favorite deli. You had been having contractions all morning, but really weren't worried about it. Dr. Tucker said Braxton Hicks was common being this far along, and you were scheduled for delivery tomorrow anyway. All you had to do was make it through the day and be at the hospital at eight am. Nothing to worry about.

“Yeah, just having contractions,” you told him nonchalantly, “I'm good, just hungry and tired.”

Lance scrunched his face, contemplating your answer, but let it go. “Alright. We'll see how you do after you eat. If you're still feeling tired, we're heading home.”

You nod and take a bite of your turkey club. The flavors do not disappoint, and you let out a lewd moan as you swallow it down.  

“Careful, baby,” Lance chuckles, “Those noises are reserved for me in the bedroom. Don't want to make anyone jealous!” He smiles, but you don't. The sandwich suddenly not agreeing with your stomach, and you feel like you could vomit. “You ok?” Lance is a little worried about the look on your face, and he should be. Something just doesn't feel right to you. You may need to go in tonight instead of tomorrow if you keep feeling like this. The pressure in your stomach is too much to handle, and the pain in your back is getting intense.

“Lance...I think-I need to go...to the hospital...now.”

He gets it. Lance jumps up and moves over to your side to help you up. Lance, who under normal circumstances would clean up after himself, but not now he needs to get you to the hospital and lucky for you, his Cadillac is parked right out front.  

Getting you to the hospital is easier said than done. The streets are littered with last minute shoppers and cars everywhere. Lance is loudly cussing, and you start to count how many times he could say ‘fuck’ on the way to your destination. You lost count when the contractions became more intense and shorter, signaling to you that this was active labor and not Braxton Hicks. It looks like Team Tucker was ready to make their debut today.  

You know Lance got you to the hospital. You also know you were taken to labor and delivery. What you don't recall is getting on the gown and onto the bed that would serve as the place you would bring these twins into the world. However, you do know when Lance finally made his way up and into the room, strutting in like he owned the damn place.

“Fucking finally! Where the fuck’ve you been?”

Lance looks at you with a sense of shock and awe. “What the fuck, Y/N! I had to park the car. By the time I was done they’d already brought you up here. Chill out, I got here as fast as I could!” Lance was standing with his hands on his hips, defending himself to you.

“How many phone numbers did ya’ get along the way?” You had no idea where any of this was coming from, but the words were already flowing out like hot lava from a volcano.

“None! See, I'm in love with this crazy woman, who is in labor and even though she's having contractions, she's still using this moment to yell at me for my past issues!” He lets out a sigh, hoping you drop the subject.  

There wasn't time to say anything else before another contraction hit and you were trying to breathe through the pain. You really wanted it to stop but you knew this was a natural part of labor and in the end, everything would be worth it.  

Lance looked at the monitors and back at you with a look of confusion. “Where's her doctor? Are you guys giving her anything for the pain?” He questioned the nurse who was busy preparing the room.

“Anesthesia is on their way, and so is her physician. I expect them both here soon.” The nurse answered as calmly as possible, most likely having dealt with panicked new parents regularly.

Lucky for you, anesthesia came before your doctor, and once that epidural kicked in, you were in an entirely different world. So what if you couldn't feel the bottom half of your body. It greatly reduced the pain, and the irritation of your boyfriend at your side. Lance was becoming increasingly antsy and your contractions were speeding up. You just wanted him to stop being him until these babies made their appearance. After that, you'd take his assholery in spades.

“Sorry I'm late!” You recognized the voice of your very attractive doctor coming into the room and announcing his presence.

“What the fuck?!” Lance stands up, looking directly at the man who's just walked in.

“I could say the same thing!” The two look like they’re about to have a pissing contest right there in the delivery room.

“What are you doing here Drew?” Lance has immediately gone into defensive mode. You're sure his asshole side is about to make an appearance.

“I know you're lacking some very important brain cells, but I thought it'd be obvious given my profession that I'm about to deliver a couple of babies!”

Yep, pissing match has commenced. Dr. Drew successfully throws out the first punch.

“Typical Drew. Always need to have your hands in someone's vagina! Clearly some things never change. This one's off limits, so back the fuck off!” Lance’s arms are now on his chest, dominance strongly asserted.

“I think you got the wrong guy...last time I checked, you're the one who can't keep his dick in his pants. I'm surprised that thing hasn't fallen off yet!”

Ouch burn! Second point goes to the hot as fuck doctor. He obviously came to the gun fight with a fucking AR-15, decimating Lance Tucker.

Lance looks like he's about to go bat shit crazy on the doctor, and all you can do is lay there and watch, fighting through each new contraction as they come closer and closer. Even the nurse is highly entertained by the drama unfolding in the room and shows no signs of interrupting the ongoing cock fight between them. Eventually something has to give, but you're not sure who's going to be the one to stop it.

“Ya know, I'm tired of the self-righteous act you got going on here! Admit it...The only reason you went into this field was because you couldn't get a pussy to save your life. That's the only way you'll ever get your face in one!” Lance yells at the man, and boy, that does not look like the right thing to say.

Dr. Drew gives him a smirk and looks over in your direction. Oh, shit! He looks like the devil and is about to sin twice on Sunday. Something tells you he's about give it to Lance Tucker really good, and fuck all if you're in any position to stop it!

“Is that your girl, Tucker?” The Doctor asks him with all the fuckery and swag he can muster, “Because I just want you to know…I've been all up in her vagina, nice and deep like; showing it no mercy, touching it...like man starved!”

Your mouth dropped open wide, contractions long since forgotten. Dr. Drew just annihilated Lance Tucker, and after doing so, just stood there smiling like a cat that caught the canary.  

Lance looked like he was going to full on punch the man in the face, and you’re pretty sure that's what the balled up fist was going to do, but right as the catastrophic event was about to take place, you were hit with an epic contraction and let out a moan so monstrous, the devil himself would weep at your feet.  

The noise was enough to bring both men out of whatever the hell had been going on between them and shift their focus back on you. You'd been having contractions the entire time these two were at it, so you were almost relieved to not have to hear the two of them duke it out anymore.  

“You want...to tell me... what...the fuck...is going on Tucker?!” You pant out, the pain becoming too much for you to handle.

“Baby,”

“Ms. Y/L/N…” they both say at the exact same time, and you just look at them slightly confused.

“She was talking to me, asshole!” Lance bites back at the doctor, rolling his eyes at him before looking in your direction.  

“Honey….” Lance starts out trying to be as calm as he possibly can through gritted teeth. “This…,” he points to the man standing next to him, “is my older brother, Drew. Drew and his twin brother Dillon are the bane of my existence, and part of the reason I have nothing to do with my family.”

Dr. Tucker scoffs at the younger Tucker, “You're such a drama queen, Lance. You just hate the fact that we don't kiss your rosy red ass! Maybe if you weren't such a bitch all the time and didn't spend your entire life moving from one vagina to the next, you'd actually see we just want what's best for you!” The doctor looks pissed off, having yet again gone off on his brother.

Lance looks as though he has a rebuttal coming, but you seriously have had enough. These two have been arguing nonstop, clearly forgetting why they're here in the first place. Everyone, including the nurse has ignored you on the bed in labor, contractions becoming worse and your cervix fully dilated.  

“Fucking stop!” You were able to yell out before another contraction started. “Whatever the fuck your problem is with each other can be put in a tiny little balloon and shoved so far up both of your asses, a full body cavity search wouldn't find it!” You bellowed from the depths of hell inside you. “Seriously, fuck you both! I'm laying here on a bed with my vagina exposed, which both of you have seen; thanks Dr. Drew for letting me know my children's uncle has been ‘all up in my vagina’…not a fucking picture I need to live with, but you and your brother are good at reminding people just how fucked up their life choices are! Now if the two of you can put your monster cock ass egos to the side for the duration of this labor, I’d like to get out the spawns of Satan that have taken up residence in my body…now!” You we're looking at the men with a new level of intensity, hoping to get on with the matter at hand.

“Yep!”  

“Sorry!” Both men said at the same time, and now it was back to business at hand.

The fight between brothers forgotten and everything prepared and ready to go, you were finally able to push out the babies inside you. Lance was by your side, holding your hand giving you words of encouragement and praise as you pushed out first your daughter, followed by your son, looking identical to the man standing next to you.

“Oh my god!” Lance excitedly exclaimed when his brother placed his son on your belly, “Even through all the gunk, he looks like me!”

You only smiled and looked down at the precious babies you had carried inside of you.

“Just what the world needs, another fucking Tucker!” His brother says sarcastically still between your legs, his job far from over. “However, they're both perfect...and I'm honestly a pretty proud doctor right now. I got to deliver my niece and nephew. Best life moment ever!”  

You look up at Lance giving him a threatening stare, and he rolls his eyes at you. “Uh-Drew?”

The Doctor looks up from his position, “Yeah?” The man looks suspiciously at his younger brother.

“Thanks...and I'm sorry. You-uh, there's no one else I would've wanted to do this.”

“You’re welcome, little brother.”

“So, do we have names?”

Oh yeah! There's a nurse in here and she's taking your daughter to get cleaned up.

“Yes…” You looked up at Lance, who had no idea you had chosen anything for them yet. “London Noelle and Landon Joseph.”

Lance nods in acceptance of the names of his twins. “You giving all our kids names beginning with the letter ‘L’?” He joked.

“Oh, you think this is happening again?” You challenge him. “There is absolutely no way you get in my vagina again, unless there's a ring on my finger and a change in my last name!” Lance gave you a smile and Dr. Tucker gave a laugh.

“Sounds like you better wife her, Lance. Someone needs to keep your ass in check!”

That was so true, he needed someone that wouldn’t put up with his antics. You were probably the only one that would ever be able to handle this man.

“I plan on it, but first…” Lance pulls out his phone and hands it over to his brother who has finished his job in your lady parts, “can you get a picture?”

Drew smiles and takes the phone from his younger brother, “Just so you know, I'm sending it to mom and Dillon.” Lance doesn't put up a fight, just shrugs his shoulders at the older Tucker.  

The nurse had brought London back over all wrapped up and cleaned off, and the both of you decided Landon looked decent enough for a picture. Lance got in close to you and was holding his son while you held your daughter. Drew got a couple of pictures of the four of you and was happy when Lance asked the nurse if she'd mind getting a couple with Drew in them as well. Lance decided those ones would be the ones sent to his family. The pictures of the four of you would be kept private.  

Once everyone was cleaned up, you and the children were taken to another room to rest. Dr. Tucker had said his goodbyes but told you he'd be back to check on you before discharge. It didn't escape your notice how Lance had gone into the hall with his brother and came back some time later, a happy smile across his face.

“He likes you. Matter of fact…,” Lance pulls out his phone, “looks like my mom and Dillon are excited about the additions to the family. They'd like to come see you in the morning, but only if you're feeling up to it.”

You scoff at your boyfriend, “Lance Tucker! You suddenly have a change in heart? Are you welcoming your family back into your life? Are you officially a changed man?” There was sarcasm in your voice with a hint of teasing.

“Yeah, guess the right woman and two amazing children will do that to you,” he bent down and placed a gentle kiss on each of the sleeping twins heads.

“Good, cause I ain't got time for your ego or bull shit. We do this right or not at all, understood?” You question him, and he gives you a nod. “I'm not waiting for you to have an epiphany moment. I've waited too damn long as it is. I want a proposal and a ring, and an actual wedding, real soon! This is a package deal Lance, and it better-”  

You stopped the second Lance pulled out the ring box. “Oh, this was all I had to do to get you to stop talking. All these years and this is all it takes. Guess I should have done this sooner!” You knew he was joking, but oh my god...Lance Tucker was officially taking himself off the market!

He opens the box and there before you, is the most beautiful gold ring you'd ever seen, diamonds sparkling like the night sky.

“Just-yes-now!” He didn't even have to ask, and you couldn’t even form a sentence. Lance hurriedly placed the ring on your finger and leans in for a tender kiss.  

“Merry early Christmas, and happy birthday to our beautiful babies!” Lance wraps you up in a hug, careful not to squish the twins.

“Merry Christmas, Lance. This is the most perfect gift I could have ever asked for. Thank you.” You melted into his embrace.

Lance takes his son from your arms and sits down on the bed with you. “Thank you, Y/N. None of this would have been possible if you hadn't walked into my life. I'll never be able to show you just how much you mean to me. I love you and them, so fucking much and this is only the beginning of our story. There's so much more to come.” You know he sounds ridiculously corny, but you'll take it nonetheless.

Sitting on the bed, you could feel sleep approaching fast, but you could help but look back in your life. Three years ago, you answered a job ad, having no idea you'd be working for Lance Tucker. So much has happened in those years, and many times you had wanted to walk away from his fuckery in hopes of finding something less stressful. But sitting here now, you knew everything you endured was well worth it.  

You finally had the man you had been in love with for years, and the two of you had created the most beautifully, perfect babies. This time there would be a wedding, and you'd celebrate this new beginning with Lance’s mother and brothers, inviting them to all share in your happiness.  

This new chapter in your life was filled with so much hope and promise, and even though there were going to be a few kinks in the road ahead, it would all be worth it.

“I love you, Lance.” You let out, right before you closed your eyes and went to sleep, exhausted from delivering your twins.

It only took three years, but you think you finally figured it out. The only thing Lance had ever really wanted from you…was you, all along.