#for real just this glance=immediate pregnancy

[butterbananabread]

Boys will be boys {B. Chan}

Pairing : Bangchan x fem!reader WC : 4,6k SS : 19 Genre : angst, fluff, smau Warning : car accident, pregnancy, fluff, angst, talk about adoption and abortion, morning sickness, miscommunication, bad ending

“You're pregnant.”

The doctor's voice vibrates in your ear, muted. Hidden by the deafening noise of the machines at your side. Your head hurts and the noise seems to get louder. You can hear voices mingling, trying to reach you. But all you can hear are these words repeating themselves in a loop, trying to get into your brain as you dismiss them with a wave of your hand, refusing to let them in.

The accident wasn't serious; Jeongin had yelled at you to wake you up. If you were still stunned, you knew to step on the brake and he immediately left the car to take your place at the wheel, calling the emergency services because of your condition. However, he was stunned: his cheek had been scratched during the emergency braking and his mouth was slightly cut. Nothing serious.

Yet, as the doctor has just given you some disturbing news, you nod slowly before turning to Jeongin, instinctively placing a hand on your friend's cheek. "You're hurt. Chan is going to be very angry with me. We need to tell your manager and you need to leave urgently."

He looks at you with round eyes of surprise, shaking his head and gently withdrawing your hand. "Noona, you're pregnant. I don't think you quite understand what's going on here. My priority isn't the tour."

"it should be. I'm not pregnant. I got my period this month. Everything is fine. Everything's fine. Just. Fine. Perfect." Your voice trembles, though. And even though you don't show your panic, he squeezes your wrist a little tighter in an attempt to calm you, to help you keep one foot on the ground. He glances desperately at the doctor, and again your ears begin to ring.

Jeongin helps you to your feet, the doctor speaks beside you. An ultrasound, a denial of pregnancy, you're not listening. But Jeongin is listening. He's attentive, as if he were his own son. All you can remember is that Jeongin still hasn't left. You don't listen to anyone, you refuse to look at your friend's smiling face and you refuse even more to know the sex of the child, when you're told you're already at the beginning of the second trimester.

Pregnant. Four months pregnant. Pregnancy denial.

Your head is spinning, the sounds are getting a little more mixed up and you're ignoring everything that's going on. All you remember is that the next thing you know, you're on a plane, sitting in first class next to an ever-pampering Jeongin.

"I wouldn't say anything to him. Not until you're ready. But noona, it's okay. That's good news, isn't it? I can't wait. I won't be the maknae anymore." He laughs, trying to lighten the mood. But your gaze is elsewhere. Lost in the clouds.

The first venue of the world tour was in Singapore. On arrival, Jeongin was greeted by the JYPE team who came to pick him up, and he messages you the address of the hotel where they're staying and calls you an uber. Even if he wants you to come with him, you can't simply afford to walk alongside him for too long without attracting curious stares. You arrive at the hotel much later and look at your phone. Jeongin has sent you a message, telling you that he's already left for training to catch up. And you're left alone in the hotel room he's paid for.

Your work. You haven't called your work. Or your friends. Or anyone. You still haven't processed the information, as if something were preventing it from reaching your brain directly, as if it weren't real.

You look down at your bag and reach for the Fendi bag Chan gave you and gently open it, pulling out the envelope containing the sex of the child and the ultrasound. You look at the envelope without opening it and put it back in your bag, sniffling, unable to cry for all that. Even though you've seen the envelope, you still don't believe it. You'll never believe it.

One year ago...

She's crying, knees to her chest, sitting on the bar bench not far from where the event is taking place. You slowly approach and sit down opposite her, ordering a cocktail and watching her cry. Soon, you're joined by the other girls. Her face is flushed as she slowly lifts her head to look at everyone and smiles slightly as she dries her tears.

“Sorry- it's just… I wish I'd been invited to the party with you.” Han's girl bites the inside of her lip, looking away as everyone comes over to give her a hug. Everyone's been invited. Most of the girls were invited. Except Han's daughter, who was invited to stay in the bar not too far from the party. That way, if Jisung felt tired, he could come and see her.

“You've got a right to be pissed off about this, babe. You should have a chat with Jisung. Slap him on the wrist.”

“He treats you like you're just his friend with benefits and nothing more.” The cheerleader grunts as she squeezes the girl a little tighter, stroking her back. You tilt your head as you watch them and come to hold your friend's hand.

“No, go ahead. Go have fun. Just… Do you ever want to send me messages…? I just… don't necessarily want to stay here all alone without anyone to talk to…”

The girls look at each other and you nod, stroking your friend's hair before placing a kiss on her forehead and getting up to leave with the others, offering her the cocktail you ordered before leaving for the event.

The event is a big one that takes place once or twice a year. Everyone gathers there, mainly the idols of the kpop industry, and several collaborators go there. You're used to going, as you've been going there with Chan for three years now, ever since the two of you became a couple. But during the evening, you never speak to him: he doesn't even look at you. You go as an emotional support, but you never look at each other.

You're used to it and it doesn't bother you, having your own habits. Usually, you sit down with Yuqi and Minnie and chat together. Sometimes other people join in. The evening goes well, at times you're on your phone, texting the girls or Chan while Yuqi recounts her latest visit to China.

The evening goes well for a long time and finally, when it all comes to an end, you join Chan in the car that picks you up from the back of the event. Getting back into the car, you look up at him as he places his hands on your hips, coming to rest on your lap as he gently kisses your neck.

“Thank you for coming. Seeing you, even from a distance, made my day. Even if I was rather jealous when Vernon came to talk to you.” He mumbles as he strokes your thigh, and you have to put your hand on his to squeeze gently. You caress his cheek, forcing him to raise his head and allow yourself to kiss him, sticking your lips against his. His hand moves up your back as he presses your body against his.

“This is normal. I know it's important to you.”

He shakes his head, settling back a little more against his seat as he strokes your thigh. “You say that, but that's not the case for everyone. Ji left early because apparently his friend ended up drunk at the bar and left early without waiting for him. Jeongin's girlfriend apparently left with a Chanel representative to discuss the new clothing collection? Not to mention the firefighter who left early without telling Changbin; he was super uncomfortable when he noticed she was gone. All this makes me despair. At least I've got the best of girlfriends, that makes me feel better.” He passes a hand over his eyes, continuing to stroke your thigh to relax.

You look at him, then gently take his face between your hands. “Stop it. It's not done.” He looks at you, not understanding what you're saying. “Unlike the girls, I'm used to these parties and my needs are different. The way you treat me and the way we've built our relationship is different from the way they've built their relationships with them. I'm not better or worse than the others. I have different needs. And honestly, not being your priority doesn't bother me. Being second in your interests is fine with me.” You place a kiss on her cheek and then on the tip of her nose, smiling softly.

“I've known you for years. We grew up together. I've seen you work hard to become who you are today. So I want your top priority to be your music. I accept second place. You're not my first priority either, after all.”

“Hey!” He laughs as he comes over to tickle you, as if to punish you for your words, and you laugh into his arms, clinging to him as you beg him to stop torturing you. After a few seconds, he stops and comes to kiss you again. “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Chan.”

“One day, you'll be my only priority, I promise.”

You smile at him and close your eyes, sticking your cheek against his shoulder as you walk home.

The silence is terrifying. Because in the silence of the hotel room, all you can hear is the heartbeat of this child growing inside you. Your hand reaches for your belly, but you pull it away so as not to touch it, still refusing to admit that it's real. You open your computer, the only item you've managed to take with you. You close your eyes, trying to think of what you want to type on the search bar. “How to take care of a child”? “How to have an abortion after four months”? “How to put a child up for adoption”?

Your father will kill you. Pregnant before marriage? You remember the case of Chen from Exo, all the criticism he'd gotten for getting a woman pregnant before marriage. If he's happy today, he had to go through a lot before he could rest on his laurels.

Your computer screen shuts down, going into sleep mode, and you stare into space, waiting for an illumination. The envelope gently awaits you on the bedside table. The truth refuses to cross your lips. You don't feel ready at all.

The bedroom door opens slowly and Hyunjin's angelic face appears. He looks at you for a few seconds as a smile grows on his lips and he runs towards you, jumping on top of you. His action causes you to fall backwards and you smile at him, stroking his hair as he hides his face against your neck.

“Noona, Innie told me you're not well? Is that true?” He raises his head for a few seconds to look at you with a pouty face. “I went to buy you some clothes, he told me he forced you to come without even giving you time to pack a suitcase. I've raised him really badly, I deny him all his rights as my child.”

As you laugh at his words, holding him against you, the door opens a little wider and the whole little group enters the room. Minho places a bowl of soup on the bedside table, glancing at the envelope without touching it. Jisung comes to rest beside Hyunjin, pushing him so he can hug you too, and Chan watches from a distance, arms crossed. He looks worried but refuses to come closer, letting the boys hug you first.

“Jeongin's hurt. Are you hurt too?” He details your face and you blink, caressing your cheek before shaking your head. Yet he frowns as he approaches. “You've got cuts all over you… He told me he took the brunt of the shock. What happened?”

You open your mouth, but no words come out. The fear is still there, deep in your belly. So you place your hand on his and pull him back to you. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

He smiled, amused. “Because you thought I was going to let you sleep alone? Of course we're going to sleep together tonight. Tomorrow after the concert, I'll look into an early flight for you so you can go home and get some rest.” He pulls you back onto his lap, placing a kiss on your forehead and Hyunjin begins to smile while Seungmin takes on a disgusted look because of Chan's action. You laugh a little. Being with them relaxes you. You almost make people forget your condition. But Jeongin's glance towards your belly and the envelope beside you reminds you of your situation and you squeeze Chan's arm a little tighter.

“Can I stay a little longer? I've got a vacation to drop off at work, so I could stay here a bit longer, couldn't I? The next gig's in Australia, isn't it? I'd love to go and see our family.”

Chan tenses. You can feel his hand slowly detach from your waist. While Jeongin's eyes twinkle at the idea, Felix and Minho look a little more uncomfortable, as if they know something you don't. You frown as Chan runs a hand through his hair. “Not really. It's kind of annoying, if you come. Love, you know I love you, but I can't afford to spend time with you. We'll hardly see each other, anyway, and I'd like to spend time with my family. Just me. And my family.”

You can hear his emphasis on “my” and feel your heart stop beating. Replaced by another heartbeat. The child's. The doctor's words are still pounding in your head. A child. A family. “I'm not a member of your family?”

“That's not what I said, love.” He looks at you, surprised by your words. Normally, you never insist when he tells you no.

“Hannah doesn't want to see me? Why can't I come?”

“Why are you acting like this? Why are you so clingy all of a sudden?” His voice is slightly louder. Enough to startle Felix. Changbin and Seungmin wince, leaving first, quickly followed by Minho, Jisung and Hyunjin. Jeongin stays a little longer, wanting to intervene, but Hyunjin comes and grabs him by the arm, forcing him out of the room.

“Clingy?” Your voice is low. You realize that all of a sudden, compared to usual, you're expressing yourself a lot more. You're asking for a lot more. It's true that he's not used to you asking for so much.

“Yes. I'm willing to stay with you today. But do you realize that, because of you, Jeongin has been late and is not at all ready to go on stage tomorrow? That he's hurt his face and our make-up artists have more work to do because of it? And you want me to spend money to take you to Australia with me? Just because you don't want to be alone? You've got a group with the girls. Spend some time with them.”

You gasp, shocked at his words and get up from his lap, walking around the room, thinking about it. Four months. That's all you hear over and over again.

“What's wrong?”

“Excuse me?”

“What's the big deal about being clingy? I've never asked you for anything. I've never forced anything on you. From the beginning of our relationship, I've always understood your situation, I've always made every effort in the world to be the most perfect woman. So why is being clingy a problem now? How is that a negative term?” Your voice gets louder. He remains silent, surprised to see you in such a state.

But what about you? You begin to hear your child's heartbeat a little louder in your ears. With each beat in your ears, the tears get bigger, more visible on your cheeks. You feel like you're being destroyed on the inside.

You're not one to get angry. But it's the only way to run away from what's growing inside of you. It's the only emotion you are able to feel when you think of his words, of the way he acts around you.

“I'm clingy, because I need you. Because right now, I need emotional support. I'm clingy because I want to be your number one priority. Your main focus for once in your holy life. Because I need you by my side. Because I need help. And if it bothers you that I'm clingy, then that's okay! You're right, I've got friends. If you refuse to make me your priority, I'll make sure you're not mine anymore either. But never, ever say clingy as if it's something negative when it is just there to show how much I trusted you to take care of me when I feel weak and alone. My only mistake was to think you would care about your fucking girlfriend, for once in your life!”

You pick up the envelope from the bedside table and leave the room, closing the door behind you, not even giving him time to reply. Not even giving him time to digest your words.

With tears in your eyes, you sniffle as you go to reception to ask for a room just for you. You rub your cheeks, trying to calm yourself; it's rare that you cry so much. It's rare that you let yourself be so miserable. But now your body is reacting in a peculiar way and you're blaming it all on the doctor who gave you the worst news.

“Noona?” You turn your head towards the voice and look at Minho, he looks worried. He approaches you, handing you a handkerchief and looking at you for long seconds. “Are you all right?” his words are soft and his gaze full of concern. He's never seen you cry, and you wish he'd never seen you like this. It's humiliating.

“No, it's not okay. Chan's actiong like an asshole. Minho, when you see him, tell him it's over between us, please. I'm taking the last flight for Korea.” Keeping your mouth close was never your strong suit. But you're normally much more diplomatic than that. You sniffle again, drying your eyes with the handkerchief, and end up leaving the hotel. In the end, you don't even want to stay in the same hotel as him.

Two months ago...

He's sitting at his recording studio. Jisung is concentrating beside him, headphones on, arranging the sound for the third time in less than five minutes while Chan goes over the lyrics to their latest song. He bites the inside of his lip, searching for a better way to express his feelings through the lyrics. Changbin raises his head and looks at them for a few seconds. “Chan hyung, didn't you have a date tonight?”

Chan is startled and immediately picks up his phone to look at the time. It's after midnight. He grimaces, remembering that he'd promised to take you out for your birthday. It's not the first time he's had setbacks, but he promised to make an effort this time. An effort that disappeared as soon as he had the idea for a new music. Isolating himself in his studio with the boys, music became the only thing he could think about. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a long, plaintive whine as he looked up at the boys.

“I screwed up. I don't know what to do.”

“Call her! Talk to her, work things out.” Changbin insists, looking at him, wondering why he still hasn't done anything to fix the situation between them. Jisung raises his eyes for a few seconds to look at them, then turns towards the door when he hears someone knocking on it. He gets up to see what's going on there.

“Did you guys order food?” He takes the bag of food the deliveryman hands him and returns to his seat, setting everything on the small table so they can eat. Changbin approaches to taste the tteobokki, his eyes on Chan as he calls out.

“Hm… Channie? What's up?” Your voice is sleepy and he winces a little more, realizing he's probably just woken you up.

“Love. Did I wake you up? I'm sorry. I wanted to apologize for forgetting about the date today. I got lost in my recordings. I'll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise. Tomorrow you and I are going to spend the whole day together. We'll do whatever you want.” He stands up, pacing back and forth while the other two watch him as they continue to eat.

He can hear your laughter on the other side of the phone as you yawn, slowly waking up. For a second, he thinks he should add it to his recording so he never forgets that sound. “Don't worry about the restaurant. I went out with the girls as soon as Felix told me you'd left for the studio. I knew you'd forget. I used your card to pay for my clothes, as punishment.” You laugh softly and Chan melts when he hears your voice. He's never heard a sweeter melody in the world. “I ordered food for you and the boys before I went to bed. Did you eat? I imagine you must be hungry.”

Chan turns his head toward the boys and the food. His heart misses a beat. He places a hand on his chest, dropping onto the sofa and nods, unable to speak for a few seconds. His eyes sting, the urge to cry rising in his throat. Jisung and Changbin look at him as if something strange is happening and stop eating for a few seconds, wondering what's going on.

“Yes- Yes, the food arrived all right. The boys were starving. Thanks, love.” He bends down to pick up his chopsticks and looks at the spice-free dish you ordered especially for him. It doesn't take long for the boys to realize what happened.

“Thanks Noona! You're the best!”

“Noona, please become my eumma!” Jisung moans as he clings to Chan, ready to snatch the phone from him to talk to you and thank you for the food. Chan pushes him away with his hand, getting up again to walk away from them and out to chat with you in the hallway.

“Tomorrow, what do you want us to do? I need to be a better boyfriend.”

“Hmm… Whatever I decide, you'll have to accept, right? I decide everything tomorrow?” He can hear the coffee machine in the back. Normally you'd be asleep but he just woke you up. Now you make yourself a coffee, you're not likely to sleep for a while. He knows this, but it would be hypocritical to say something about it.

“Whatever you want, my love.”

“Then I want us to spend a day in bed. Sleeping, cuddling. Maybe watch a movie. But I don't want us to leave bed tomorrow. You'll need your rest after your all-nighter at the studio.” You pause for a moment and he can feel your smile curl on your lips. “I could use some rest too, I'm not just thinking about you, so I forbid you from trying to stop me from enjoying you, tomorrow.”

He stays on the phone with you for a little while, tears still threatening to fall as he feels his voice tremble. All your actions are full of tenderness and love. It's as if you've never blamed him for anything, despite all his nonsense. He closes his eyes, vowing to make you his sole priority one day. To return all the love you give him every day. And when you finally hang up the phone to get some work done, he goes back into the studio with the boys.

“Noona really is the best. I needed to eat.” Jisung lies back on the sofa, stroking his belly to rest from his meal, and Changbin looks up at Chan, frowning as he sees him about to cry.

Chan flops onto the sofa beside them, eyes staring at an invisible point in the distance, unable to blink for fear of starting to cry.

“I'm going to ask for her hand. I'm going to marry her. As soon as we get to Australia, I'm going to get my grandmother's wedding ring and I'm going to ask for her hand in marriage.” The conviction in his voice left no room for doubt. Changbin smiled a little wider, glancing towards the computer a little further away.

“So I guess we should write a song for your proposal.”

Your phone continues to vibrate at your side while your head is in the toilet throwing up first thing in the morning. Your friend left early for work; as a sound engineer, she's busy early for the boys' concerts. But she left you her hotel room without the slightest inconvenience. You clean your lips, brushing your teeth to remove the unpleasant taste left in your mouth, and glance at your phone.

Chan is calling you for the fifth time since this morning. He hasn't slept, you know it. But you can't give in. No matter how much you love him, you know that a child is not what he needs right now. If this gets out, the whole group will be in trouble because of you, and you refuse to be responsible for the group's downfall.

Still, your hand trembles, and you pick up the phone. “I told you to give me time.”

“I can't. Love, Y/n, my Y/n, between you and me, I'm the clingy one. Not you, never you. You're right, you have every right to be. I acted badly, I spoke badly because of stress. I'm far too used to you looking after me, listening to me and calming me down, I didn't expect you to explode like that and I blame myself. Please come back. Please, please, please come back…”

“I haven't even been gone two days, Christopher.”

“Don't.” His voice trembles, you can hear him crying the way you call his name. You close your eyes as you rest on the bathroom floor. You're cold, you're alone. Slowly, your hand moves closer to your belly again, but you still can't touch it.

“I needed you.”

“I'm here.” He talks so fast, so desperately. It's as if he's ready to reach across the phone to you. “Please don't give up four years of relationship for a mistake on my part.”

“It's a mistake on our part. But…” Your hand settles on your belly and you caress it gently. You're pregnant. “But I want to own my mistake. And to do that, I have to let you go. Because now our priorities aren't the same. I have needs you can't fulfill, Christopher.”

“Don't. Stop calling me like that. Stop putting distance between us.” His voice becomes a whisper and all you hear are his muffled cries, as if he doesn't want you to be able to realize his condition. But you can. You hear it. You feel him. He's just as much of a wreck as you are. “Please forgive me. I love you. Stay with me. You're my only priority, please.”

“I'm not. And that's alright, Chris. I'm glad you have the boys with you. Take care of them and take care of yourself. Thanks for these four years.��� And you hang up before he can continue talking, letting his pleas for forgiveness disappear into nothingness as you start to cry, your hand against your stomach. Chan is meant to be on stage. To be with his fans, his family. You're not meant to be someone's priority. You like being the only one who puts everyone else first. Even if it means forgetting yourself in the process.

[catz4ever]

SAVE. ME.

If he looked at me like that...it would be over.

[dmitriene]

Bear price part 3 with how he acts with his pregnant wife and then later the cubs? Please 🙏 I actually love your stufff so much 🦅

cw: hybrids, pregnancy, motherhood, giving birth, nothing here is really accurate.

despite the fact that there is no greater joy for john price than knowing that you are pregnant with his cubs, he knows very little about what it is like to carry a child, and even more so he does not know much about the process of childbirth, all his actions are only instinctive, driven by the churning pull of a gnawing need to protect you and make your every will come out real, should you ask for anything at all.

a devoted mate, he is always concerned about your comfort, especially now, knowing how sensitive and vulnerable you are during this period, when all your energy is spent on growing the one who is in your belly, making the child healthy, stronger, so you have to rest more often, take care of your well being and eat as much as possible, which john takes upon himself, walking restlessly around the house every day, from dawn to dusk, assisting you at any given moment.

the bear inside of him, innate, animalistic habit, teases his senses with a growl of a need to keep you hidden, tangled in his arms for till the birthing comes, trapped, having to go through your pregnancy in this same cabin you live in together, in this same furs you sleep beneath every night, in john's pawing, possessive hold, but the nature can be unforgiving, the pregnancy a process he has no say in, and he won't risk your health, no matter how hard the animal in him claws.

john makes sure to find you a gynecologist, the one that would visit you, without needing for you to step outside, let other predators sniff out a pretty thing with her baby bump for anyone to try and court, even though you're long mated, thus, he makes sure that the person that steps through the doorway of your house is a woman, and one that not even close to being a hybrid, to make sure that your pregnancy proceeds smoothly and without possible health problems, once every few weeks.

what bothers you both, is that your baby bump is really, really huge and heavy, you sway around the cabin with breathy grunts and little steps, in which, john has to assist you later, large, calloused warm palms cupping underneath your tummy and lifting, thumbs stroking over the stretched skin and dark line that runs through and down your belly button, easing the tension and the strain you feel all over your body, slumping back against the full, brawny expanse of his chest, sighing in immediate relief, while your husband wonders just how many there are.

the other issue, is how horny you are, and john as well, but your tummy ain't giving much choices on how to treat this problem, so while he can pleasure you, his jaw open wide to drink the slick from between your quivering, parted thighs, suffocatingly plush around his head as you squeeze, too sensitive to the sensation of his curling, thrusting tongue and rasping beard, hiccuping and moaning each time his swollen, glistening lips close around your twitching clit, all while he's bought to hump his hips into the air.

the birth day comes with your hand clawing at john's with a force that leaves bleeding scratches at his hair dappled skin, and yet, he stays close, holds your curling fingers in his own, kissing over your sharp knuckles, whispering sweet, soothing reassurances while you gasp and push to get command of doctor's voice, sobbing in pain and exhaustion, skin all clammy with sweat, and even the loose nightie you wear feels too much on your overstimulated, itching body, but you make your best to keep pushing, legs feeling numb.

when the fog of pain clears, there's a light weight at either side of your armpits, cradled by the intuitive curl of your arms, two babies, a sweet girl and a boy, looking so similar, bodies swaddled and tiny as they sleep against you, john is here, talking with the doctor, glancing over when you manage some quiet, weak murmur, and he reaches out to smooth over your disheveled, damp hair, leaning down with a lingering kiss against your still warm forehead, before whispering at you to sleep, tone low and rumbling, your eyelids growing heavy, knowing that he has everything under control.

your body does needs time to recover, and so, john fusses over you, making sure you sleep and eat enough, feed babies from time to time and hold them close when you feel rested enough, all the rest is on his shoulders, to watch over your little boy and girl, make sure there's no any issues, he rocks them in his massive hands and hums some silly, old melody he knows, baby blues watching how they babble up at him and twist their little fingers in the hairs on his chest or beard.

talking with them while he goes around the house on chores, making sure they play with some sensory toys, and not only his round, beary ears and furred features, john takes on all the responsibilities of raising children until your body is recovered enough, and when you finally join him, parenting swallows the two of you into a flurry of endless worries, practically missing the moment of growth of your adorable cubs, already walking around the house with tapping feet's and shrieking giggles, running from their dad's catching hands as you watch them wide grinning from the couch.

john learns quick how being a dad feels and what requires, and he's never been happier, every early morning starting with your supple body tucked against his side, and your babies peeking politely through the door before rushing in and jumping on the bed to greet you in another day with too much enthusiasm, as he ushers them to go and brush their teeth, stealing a moment to feel you a little bit more, squeeze greedily at your curves and peck your pouty lips, before he'd need to raise up and cook a big breakfast.

and if he get's too pussy drunk in recent months, it's not because of how much he missed feeling the pulsing tightness of your gummy cunt around his engorged, dripping cock, but because he's forever grateful for the gift you gave him in the face of your precious babies, and the primal need to be surrounded by more of them, if he's succeeded to be a father, then he can build a big, big family as well, and you can't object, not with the way your hips roll to meet the rutting of his girth, not with john's enraptured gaze on you, so more it is, then.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[anhesacardia]

Forbidden Promises

Chapter 3 (Series Masterlist)

Pairing: Modernau!Sukuna x Mother!Reader

Genre: Hidden Baby Trope

Summary: Reader opens up a bakery after running away from her three year relationship with Sukuna, effectively ghosting him and hiding away in the middle of the countryside. Unknown to Sukuna, reader also had a baby, and now is living peacefully until an unfateful meeting starts to pull her back into the life she so desperately escaped from.

Tw: none for now except that Reader is a mother, called mumma/momma, Hana is six years old, Toji being a warning of his own, small mention of pregnancy, Tojis past being discussed, Sukuna pov!!! Finally, assasination mentions, pregnancy cravings mentions, Uraume pronouns being they/them, Sukuna curses,

Word count: 1.7k

Sukuna swirls the ice around in his glass, beer sloshing against the edges. The first two buttons of his shirt are undone, revealing the smooth planes of his muscled chest. He would rather be anywhere but stuck in the bars of one of his definitely-not-legal businesses.

The dim lights flickered around him, casting shadows on his cheekbones. Sukuna leans back in the booth, manspreading with a smirk when he sees Toji come over,

“Y’know Uraume heard something real interesting yesterday,”

Sukuna took a swig of his drink as Toji sat down, glaring at him above the rim of the glass. Toji opened his mouth to explain but Sukuna started again,

“They said on a collection that was supposed to take you just three hours, took you five, and then some more,”

Toji poured cheap whiskey into his own glas, setting his arm on the back of the booth seats and taking a long sip,

“The kid wanted something, it’s none of your business Ryomen.”

The taller male’s jaw clenched and he bit his cheek in order not to say something snarky in return,

“Whatever I don’t care about that,”

The pink haired man set the glass down, leaning his forearms on the cheap table that rattled against his weight ,

“I need you to talk to your old boss for me- what’s his name again? That Korean guy,”

Toji raised an eyebrow, setting down his glass after taking a small sip, after all he had to drive back and no way he was getting pulled over for a dui.

“Shiu Kong? Why you got someone you needa kill? I can always do that”

Sukuna scoffed, calling a waiter over for a new bottle of whiskey a pointed glare shot at Toji who finished the previous bottle.

“No more blood on your hands Fushiguro, you swore to your wife, remember? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten her already,”

The fact that Sukuna was his employer and the only one willing to take him after Toji broke down was the only thing stopping him from getting into a bar fight with the man across the table.

“Shut it Sukuna. I’ll send over Shiu’s contact to you.”

Toji glanced off to the side, entertaining himself with how wild Sukuna would go if he were to drop the information about the kid and you, chuckling to himself at the creativity of his own imagination.

A vein throbbed in Sukuna’s forehead at the sound of Tojis breathy laugh, barking at him to get out and to stop wasting his money and time. The raven haired man leaves without a second thought, thanking Sukuna sarcastically for the drinks and swiping the rest of the whiskey off the table before leaving Sukuna alone again.

The men had been friends since high school, meeting each other in an alleyway fight where the Sukuna family’s rivals had picked up a fight with the cursed man. Toji had his back when he stumbled upon the scene after running away from his own household and they had formed a kind of camaraderie.

Though when Toji started his assassin days, Sukuna lost touch with him, calling him only for the every odd job here and there for his more illegal ventures in business. After all, as the heir to the KOC corporation, anything but a clean record would have ruined his chances at inheritance.

And after Toji lost his wife, the CEO immediately offered him a job in the company, helping him pick back the pieces of his life and take care of Megumi. Well Sukuna couldn’t really help it, not with his annoying nephew Yuji who took an immediate liking to the depressing brat Megumi.

The dual haired secretary that Sukuna hired when you both had first started officially dating was always your favourite among all of Sukuna’s employees.

But now standing in front of you with a carefully crafted expression as they failed to hide the shock at seeing the mini-Sukuna, you weren’t so sure if your notions still held true.

They held their hands infront of them, the long sleeves of their clothing covering their hands, you always wondered why Sukuna made an exception for Uraume when everyone else was help to strict standards,

“I take that is Sukuna-sama…I came here when I received report of Fushiguro… to think I’d witness this…”

Uraume’s voice shook slightly, the suprise evident in their voice. Your mind wandered for a second, they were always a good cook and you fought your toughest pregnancy cravings against their cooking.

You let Hana down from your arms, the bakery had been closed today, you wanted to take a break and go to the amusement park which Hana had been whining about.

“Are you going to tell him? Can it wait till later then? I have to go out now.”

You sigh watching Hana hug your knee with a pouty face, pestering you to just leave already. You took a glance at the clock, you had decided going a bit earlier in the morning would mean you would be able to come back before lunch rush where Fumiko would handle the rest but with Uraume’s unexpected visit those plans had been derailed.

Speaking of the devil, they were just standing there’s and observing the pair of you, squinting at Hana.

“I will wait until the end of today.”

With that Uraume left a card, Sukuna’s new number. You froze for a second, pocketing the card trying not to show how much it affected you.

“I’ll see you around Uraume..”

Hana was picked up back into your arms where she rested her head on your shoulder, her small bag straps digging into your arms. You patted Uraume’s shoulder with your free hand, watching them leave and get into the company issued car with a tight set mouth.

Hana patted your back when you finally let out a sigh of relief, smiling at you when you reassured her in return.

“Let’s go okay?”

Making the decision to visit the amusement park in the morning had to be one of the best ones you made. They were barely any people around, just the few parents with their younger children here and there. Hana held your hand as she dragged you around, arrogance seeping from her whenever she beat you at a game, just like her father even though she never even met the man.

Infact you think you were more scared than the five year old in the all ages horror house. She was daring and courageous, you were grateful that those were the traits she inherited from her father and not his foul mouth.

Throughout the day you fiddled with the card in your pocket, Fumiko called and said that she would take care of the rush on her own and that you need not supervise her. You caved in when Hana also gave you her biggest puppy eyes, dragging you to an ice cream stand.

You both sat down on a nearby bench with the ice creams, one hand holding the cone and the other fiddling with the change as you tried to shove it back into your pocket. Unfortunately this was the exact moment when Sukuna’s card fell down, you bit your lip, pondering for a second before picking it back up.

It was a smooth black paper card, ridged at the ends. Sukuna’s name stood out in bold red letters, CEO of KOC put underneath strategically, followed by his business email and phone number. You flipped the card around to find nothing, chuckling to yourself and the you held the card between your fingers.

Sukuna would never design something like this, you knew him far too well to know he wouldn’t spend his precious time on something as useless as a paper card with his information. Your heart still swelled up with pride though, seems like the boy you met in high school had finally been polished into the man he wanted himself to be.

“Do you really want to become CEO Ryo? Or is it something you’re doing because your parents want you to?,”

The question is whispered into the quiet of the night, Sukuna’s arm wrapped snugly around your waist as you rested your head on his chest, playing with the chain on his neck. Sukuna’s breathing was heavy- heavy but comforting in the best possible way. It made you want to curl up into a ball and hide into his chest forever.

“When have I ever done something because someone else wanted me to? Heh. I’m going to fucking rule the stupid corporation.”

A rare crazed grin crossed Sukuna’s face and you poked the ends of his smile with your index, smiling back at him as he chuckled, grabbing your wrist in his palm,

“Don’t test your luck brat,”

You giggled in response, Sukuna would never truly hurt you. Never has since you were kids and he never will, you know that his threats are just empty promises said to protect himself from vulnerability.

“Whatever Ryo, go back to sleep”

Sukuna grumbled, turning to his side and pulling you closer to his chest, one arm propped to rest your head against,

“G’nite to you too,”

He mumbled against your forehead, pressing almost the softest kisses onto your hairline.

Hana had finished her icecream by the time you finished taking a jog down memory lane and you gave up your own to satisfy her insatiable hunger with a smile on your face.

Whatever it takes for your baby girl to be happy. That’s what matters, not Sukuna’s money or fame or whatever fucked up part of the world he was still partaking in.

Sukuna watched people flit in and out of his bar, drinking to himself as women tried to approach him and he shrugged them off without a second though. Years later and you still haunt his life like some kind of cryptid ghost. Fuck Tojis wife had passed away and even that fucker could move on.

His attention was drawn to his phone not a second later, a photo Uraume sent of a woman’s back and a child in her arms that just looked too much like him. He slammed the cup down, almost choking on the cheap whiskey as his grip on the phone tightened.

He’d recognize you even if you were just a blurry figure in the background of someone’s image, oh and to hide this from him? Yeah. Good luck running away from him again.

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A/n: I really pushed this out last minute cuz I got a comment and that spurred me on heh, as always likes reblogs and comment appreciated!!!

Taglist: @lady-of-blossoms @shokosbunny @after-laughter-come-tears

[fastandcarlos]

First Newborn Moments : ̗̀➛ Charles LeClerc

summary: the first moments for you both after the emotional arrival of your daughter

No words could describe how you felt as your eyes glanced down to the little girl in your arms, everything that you had ever wanted. Charles was sat by your side, leaning across with wide eyes, studying the features of your daughter in awe. 

“Can you believe it?” You whispered across to Charles, unable to hide the smile on your face. “She’s just so perfect, so small, and beautiful, more than I could’ve ever imagined.” 

Charles nodded in agreement with you, brushing his hand over the top of her head. He didn’t know where to look as he took it all in, her brown eyes, the little dimple in her cheek, the way her mouth was slightly parted as she slept, it was all too much like a dream. 

“I feel like someone’s going to come in soon and wake me up,” Charles spoke, “tell me this is all some sort of dream, I feel so lucky right now to have all of this.” 

“I promise you that it’s all real,” you whispered, resting your head down against Charles’ shoulder. 

It was the moment the two of you had talked about for so long during your pregnancy, wondering how it would be and how overwhelmed you’d feel. Neither of you had prepared yourselves for quite how incredible it would feel though to finally have your daughter with you. 

“Can we swap for a moment?” Charles asked, desperate to have a hold of your daughter too. You nodded, watching as he nervously stretched his arms out to take her. “What do I do?” He grinned as you placed her down, scared for you to let go and let him hold her alone. 

“Just make sure you support her, body and head,” you told him, placing his hands exactly where they needed to be before letting go. “See, you’re a natural.” 

As you moved away, Charles’ eyes were still full of worry, slowly bringing her in towards his chest. “She looks so frail and tiny, like she could break at any moment. I can’t believe I’m actually trusted to take care of such a little human being.” 

Charles had made no secret of the fact that he was scared, terrified of messing up or doing the wrong thing. You’d spent many late nights wide awake talking about his worries together, with you constantly being on hand to reassure him, reminding Charles that you both would be learning for some time, after all, no parent was perfect. 

Your smile was wide as your eyes stayed with Charles, admiring how fondly he looked down at her. “She’s already relaxed in her daddy’s arms; you must be doing something right.” 

“Beginner’s luck,” Charles sniggered, momentarily looking up and across at you. “I can’t wait for everyone to get here later, my brothers are going to crazy when they see how beautiful she is, they’re already slightly obsessed.” 

“She has no idea how lucky she is, does she?” You chuckled, watching as your daughter’s eyes fluttered shut. “She’s got the most loving family in the world, and yet she’s got absolutely no idea who any of us actually are yet.” 

Charles leant across and pressed a kiss against the side of your head. “I’m going to make sure that she grows up knowing exactly how incredible you are and how hard your body just worked to bring her into this world,” he proudly told you. 

To say things didn’t quite go as well as you expected was an understatement, labour had been nothing short of a nightmare for you both. It had left Charles terrified, constantly wondering what was going to happen as midwives ran around you until your daughter arrived. 

“I wish I could sleep like this,” Charles chuckled, “without a single care in the world.” 

“I feel like I could sleep as well as she is right now, I’m absolutely exhausted.” 

Charles’ concerned eyes immediately looked across at you, weakly smiling as he met your eyes. He could tell how sore you were, even if you weren’t going to admit it, wanting to savour every moment that you could of having your daughter there with you. 

A sigh came from Charles as you let go of a yawn, trying your best to disguise it behind your hand. “Why don’t you rest? I’ll wake you if anything happens,” Charles suggested, nodding in the direction of the pillow behind you. “You need to be looking after yourself right now, you’re just as important as this one is.” 

“I’ll get some rest soon, I promise. I mean, we should probably get used to the lack of sleep now, right?” 

A quiet chuckle came from Charles, not wanting to disturb your daughter. His worried eyes still watched you, only relaxing when you propped yourself up and rested in the bed again, stretching your legs out to try and wake your body back up again. 

“I can’t wait to take this one to the paddock, show her all the cool things that her daddy gets up to.” 

Your smile was wide as Charles’ eyes lit up, excited for all the things he had to look forward to with her. “She’s going to be absolutely spoilt by everyone at that paddock, I think you’ll be a forgotten man when we take her, no one will want to pay any attention to you, just to her.” 

“I wouldn’t mind,” Charles proudly shrugged. “Just as long as she knows that no matter how much anyone in that paddock tells her they love her, they don’t love her anywhere near as much as we do.” 

“Trust me, with the way I know you’re going to spoil her, she’s definitely going to be a daddy’s girl,” you teased, resting your hand against Charles’ shoulder. “I can already tell from the look in your eye that our little girl is going to have you absolutely wrapped around her little finger.” 

Charles nodded, there was no doubt about it that your little girl was his new weakness, knowing that he would never be able to say no to her. 

He couldn’t believe what he did to get so lucky, not just to have his daughter, but you as well. It was the sort of thing Charles always dreamt about, but knew would probably never come true. Only for him, it did, and it was better than he could have ever imagined. 

As your daughter settled, Charles leant over once again and pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispered, taking you by surprise. “Thank you for everything, for loving me, taking care of me, and giving me the greatest gift in the world. Nothing will ever be good enough to show you how appreciative I am that you’ve just made me a dad.” 

Your smile was wide as you glanced back across at Charles, “you don’t need to thank me Charles. I should be thanking you for being here, right by my side, and getting me through the last nine months. I love you.” 

“I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[slytherinshua]

꩜　EMOTIONS OVER LAUNDRY　( 최연준 )

genre hurt/comfort , parent au , husband!yeonjun x fem!reader   cw they have a newborn daughter , mention of struggling to conceive , yeonjun crying , small mention of postpartum/newborn anxiety , not proofread   wc 917   request 🥟 anon for yeonjun + folded laundry for the 3k event   note still in my txt era so bad and also yeonjun :( our healing i love him so much he would be such a good dad </3 i've been listening to love sailing by cha eunwoo the entire time while writing this and i am NOT okay it's 3 am and i may cry   net @kstrucknet @moadiarynet

You didn’t expect to come home to see your husband crying while folding laundry. At first, you thought something must be seriously wrong. Yeonjun was always fairly emotional, but you hadn’t seen him cry since you gave birth to your baby girl Yejin two weeks ago. He wasn’t one to cry over little things, and the tears only started falling when he was stressed or upset or overwhelmed with emotion. Seeing his red nose and puffy eyes sitting in the middle of the living room floor took you off guard. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?” You were holding your newborn in one arm and shrugging off your jacket with the other, eyes glancing over your baby’s face once again. 

The new mother anxiety was something you had somewhat anticipated and prepared for. But just how anxious and paranoid you were over your newborn child still surprised you. It was like if you took your eyes off of her for more than ten seconds, something horrible was bound to happen to her. Your mind was put at ease to find her still sleeping soundly in your arms. The walk around the newbourhood in her stroller had tired her out, and carrying her back inside did nothing to wake her.

Your husband looked up at you with fresh tears in his eyes and a pout on his lips, sniffing quietly. You walked over to where he was sitting, gently transferring Yejin to her newborn rocker where she could continue napping safely. Then, you turned to your husband and raised an eyebrow as if to reiterate your previous question without verbally stating it again. 

“It’s nothing, just…” Yeonjun trailed off with a sigh, a light pink baby onesie on one of his hands. The garment was so small compared to him. Even the small stacks of neatly folded clothes looked tiny, although it was nearly half your daughter’s wardrobe. 

“She’s so small,” Yeonjun whispered, another tear rolling down his cheek. Immediately, you understood exactly where all the emotions were coming from. It happened to you a few times as well when Yejin was particularly cute or you remembered just how long you and Yeonjun had tried for a child, all the struggle it took to get to this point. It was all worth it for her, your perfect little bundle of joy. Even looking at her brought a smile to your face. Even though it had been hard, for her, you would do it all again in a heartbeat. 

“And—and, I was folding her clothes, and they’re all just so small, just like her. And she’s so, so cute, and she’s really ours. It doesn’t feel real that she’s finally here. Sometimes I think I’ll wake up one day and realize this was all a dream, like we’re back a few years ago still trying for her,” Yeonjun breathed, words mumbled in his choked up voice. 

You shifted closer to him, brushing a hand up and down his back as he leant into your touch. With how often Yeonjun had comforted you and wiped your tears away during pregnancy, now it was your turn to do the same for him. 

You had taken it hard back then. Every negative test, every piece of false hope, every month that went by without progress; your husband was there to comfort you through it all. He stayed firm and strong when you weren’t able to. You knew he had been holding back his own feelings on it for you, not wanting to show how much it affected him too. You’d be blind to not see how much it was hurting him as well. He had always wanted a family just as much as you had, and you knew just how happy he was to have finally been able to start one. 

It was just an emotional journey. 

Yeonjun fully rested his head on your shoulder, warm tears dripping onto your shirt. You didn’t mind. You just continued to stroke his back, reaching out to hold one of his hands and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Yeonjun couldn’t stay strong forever. Although it had been two weeks since you came home from the hospital, it felt like today was the first time you truly got to relax and breathe. Caring for a newborn was nonstop, and you were both running on sleepless nights and parenting anxiety. You worked through it like you did anything, though. As long as you had each other, you were sure things would turn out okay. 

“I’m sorry,” Yeonjun whispered after minutes of silence. “I didn’t mean to get so emotional all of a sudden.” He pulled back from the hug and sent you a small smile, assuring you silently that he was okay, that those small moments of comfort were all he needed. He carefully folded the small onesie he was still holding and placed it on top of the stack of other similar ones. 

Leaning over the baby rocker, he smiled brightly at his daughter. Still sleeping soundly without a care in the world, wrapped up in a soft yellow onesie. Her hands were balled into little tiny fists, so small that they could barely wrap around Yeonjun’s thumb. 

He brushed a few fingers over Yejin’s head and soft wispy strands of hair. It was peaceful watching her sleep, and a feeling of reassurance washed over Yeonjun. He was her dad, and he loved her more than anything in the world. He’d sacrifice everything for her— his perfect little angel. 

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[cassie48]

∙ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘺 ∙

(Eventual)Dark!Paul Atreides x fem pregnant reader

• Pt 1 •

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

You and Paul grew up together on Caladan. You were born on the same day, on the same hour. Paul’s mother lady Jessica had always seen you as a daughter and for some unknown reason, insisted that you and her son always stay together.

When you and Paul grew to become teenagers, feelings became involved, and a powerful love blossomed. When the two of you heard you had to leave for Arrakis, you were both petrified. But you knew everything would be ok, as long as you stayed together.

When the two of you arrived to the planet, the local fremen called Paul the “Lisan al-Gaib” and you the “malaka”. Neither of you knew what that meant. So, walking hand in hand, you glanced at each other, both your faces full of confusion and curiosity.

When you were told that the names meant 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 and 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯, both of you were confused.

The night before the imperial Sardaukar troops invaded Arrakis, you found out you were pregnant. It was a complete shock and you and Paul were barely 20. You told Paul as soon as you found out. He comforted you, saying the baby was a blessing, and you two would get through it together.

When the troops came in, all hell broke lose. Thankfully you made it out with Paul, and met lady Jessica before running for the hills. Your hand went to your belly, complete fear consuming you. You three managed to get a plane and fly out.

After surviving a storm, and a long, dangerous journey, the three of you ended up in Fremen territory. You met Chani, who was sceptical of your boyfriend, but seemed to like you.

One man was not happy with your arrival and even challenged Jessica. Paul fought for her, killing the man, after a long brutal fight.

As soon as he had done it, he walked straight up to you, he looked full of power and confidence.

“It’s ok my love” he had told you as he hugged you close to him, his hand eventually resting on you belly. Jessica had told you she was pregnant as well, which eased up your nerves, knowing you two would get through it together.

After a good few weeks with the Fremen, Paul learned the ways of the Fremen being taught by stilgar , you tried to do what you could , which was little as you were now coming up to almost 4 months pregnant.

It all changed when Paul rode his first sand worm, you stood with the Fremen watching along with them as you saw Paul do nearly the impossible, smiling at him

All the Fremen beside you stared yelling out 𝗟𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗹-𝗚𝗮𝗶𝗯, some walking up to you before kneeling, and taking your hand yelling out 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗮, praising you

You were confused and scared, and just wanted your boyfriend to hold you. More and more people came up to you grabbing your hand, until suddenly you began to cry. You don’t really know why, but your emotions had been all over the place with your pregnancy.

As soon as Stilgar saw you crying he yelled out at the Fremen, asking them 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘩? 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘺!

Immediately they stopped, backing away with whispered apologies to you. When you told Paul later he was outraged.

“Do they think they can grab you like that? You are pregnant they could have hurt you or the baby!” He yelled out, pure rage in his voice.

“It’s ok Paul real-“ you started

“No. It’s not, you were crying, Chani told me. This has to stop” is all he said before pulling you into a hug, you resting your head on his shoulder, his head resting on your own.

Jessica had told you she thinks your baby’s is a boy, you believe her, as she is now the reverend mother. She had really changed, it scared you.

The Fremen and Paul continued fighting against the Sardauker troops, most were very successful. Sadly they blew up the temple, where many had been inside and where they prayed and laid their loved ones to rest.

Paul had been called down to speak with the leaders in the south of Arrakis, he took Stilgars place as he had been injured from the attack.

When you two arrived, Paul told you to go to sleep for a while, you were now seven months pregnant and your body was becoming tired more often.

After about two hours Jessica came up, yelling for you, saying Paul was in trouble. You jumped out of bed and waddled down to him as fast as you possibly could.

She told you he had drank worm blood, to gain an understanding of the prophecy and his future. She told you only your years would bring him back to life. Of course, you had already been crying, so it wasn’t so hard.

Paul gasped and sat up, coming back to reality, he glared seeing all the people surrounding them. He turned to look at you, smiling as he did, cupping your cheeks. You leant into his touch, throwing yourself into his embrace, letting many tear’s escape.

Stilgar yelled out “As it was written!” In pure shock.

“Paul why’d you do it!” You yelled, while crying into his shoulder.

“It’s ok. I understand now. This baby, it’s a miracle, 𝗛𝗲 shall rule after me” he said smiling while looking at you adoringly.

“What? I-I don’t understand! Rule?” You said still crying from the events.

“Trust me. You are the Malaka. You, are the most important woman on the planet right now. This pregnancy, it’s in the prophecy, 𝗬𝗼𝘂 were in the prophecy my love” he said properly sitting up.

“W-What?” You whispered still confused.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about any of this, you trust me don’t you” He said leaning in closer to you.

You nodded, leaning your body into his, your crying and worrying making you tired.

“Good.” Is all he said leaning into you and kissing you passionately, forgetting you two had a whole audience.

“Oh em well everybody give Lisan al-Gaib and the Malaka privacy” stilgar ordered as the Fremen left yelling out messiah words in their language.

You and Paul continued making out for around five minutes before he noticed how tired you were.

“Come my love” he said as he picked you up, holding you tightly in his arms. You leaned your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes, feeling completely safe in his embrace.

“No one will harm you, my love” he whispered as you drifted off to sleep.

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

There will be a pt2!!

[love44lew]

Day 3: ‘you’re gonna be a mom’

彡drivers lewis hamilton x pregnant!reader 🪼

彡genre intense fluff

彡summary you find a special way to reveal to your husband that you’re gonna be parents

၊၊||၊ i kind of made a part two for this because i wanted it to be a series originally but i kinda thought it was just fine to leave it here ;-; anyways feedback is always appreciated, enjoy!! ၊၊||၊

彡warnings cuteness overload

Lewis has ALWAYSS wanted kids. his natural connection and love for kids is so beautiful and every time you see him with his niece and nephew your heart just explodes into a million pieces. he is SO CUTE ♡︎!! so to your not-so-much surprise when you found out you were pregnant, you knew this would skyrocket him to space. fathers day is up in coming so you knew it was the perfect timing.

you glanced out the window of your bedroom to see your husband carrying the last of the bags into the trunk of your suv as you were inside finishing wrapping the little present you have for him and make your way to the kitchen where you await for him to enter back into the house.

“baby!? you ready to go?” he calls from the front door. “yeah, can you come here real quick?” you call back. lewis makes his way towards the kitchen to find with a little present box in front of you on the island.

“whats this~?” he leans back a little trying to look suspecting with a big smile creeping on his face at the same time. your heart is beating through your chest but you manage to keep your composure as you shakily slide the box towards him.

“for me? thank you.” he leans over and gives you a loving peck on the cheek before unraveling the ribbon tying the mini gift closed.

you can feel your heart beating in your damn ears and you feel like you’re about to throw up like you have been doing for the last 3 days—the mixtures of fear and excitement stirring up within you. it feels like time is moving in .3x with your eyes glued to his hands as he discards your carefully tied ribbon to the side and pulls the top off the box, which lifts the whole box it and a little with a pop as the air trapped within releases as the top drops off the rest of the box. he carefully pulls back the colorful paper and confetti covering the goods within and he slowly takes out a mini diaper followed by a positive pregnancy test. his shoulders drop and he stares at it for a couple seconds. you swore your heart stopped for a moment and your breathing paused as you stood by impatiently for a response. lewis trails his gaze towards you, his eyes pink and glossy. unexpectedly, he carefully places the stuff onto the counter and takes a step toward you, closing the gap between as he pulls you into a warm embrace.

he didn’t say anything but over your own heartbeat you could hear his as your head lay rested on his shoulder, your bodies enveloping in each others warmth. a few moments pass by and lewis breaks the silence with shaken whispers of “thank you”’s and “i love you”’s muffled into the crook of your neck. you rub your hands up his back and neck, you can feel little warm droplets kiss your cheeks, your eyes spilling sweet tears. its not the reaction you expected, but its the reaction you needed. you’ve always wanted kids of your own, its a shared desire between you and your husband.

now, this dream is true and you’re more than ecstatic not that your fulfilling a dream of your own, but now a dream of the one you love the most. his short lived silence spoke volumes. it wasn’t just happiness, it was relief. lewis slightly pulled away to face you, taking in your beauty lovingly. he leaves a series of soft kisses across your face. lewis takes your hand and shifts his lips over to your fingers and palms and then guiding it to his face. you caress his cheek with your thumb, wiping away a light tear that dared to travel further down his smooth glass skin.

“you’re gonna be a mom” he slightly squeezes your hand as he says that. every doubt and nervousness immediately drops from your body as you fall into a small giggle fit. some tears leaving your eyes as you conclude with a sniffle.

“yea..” you roll your eyes playfully “i guess i am”. he dips his arms down below your bum and picks you up into an embrace, continuing his series of kisses on your neck and chest.

your heart flutters and jumps with positivity as you throw your head back in laughter. he places you down on the island and cups your face taking you lips into his for a passionate but loving kiss. his large hands run up your sides, taking a moment to pass them over your stomach feeling over a baby bump that doesn’t quite exist yet but his imagination going wild knowing everything you both achieved up until this point, your love, patience, and hope, has now taken human form. his little miracle. oh how much they need to catch up on when they’re born. he has so much to tell them, he wont even know where to start. he pressed his forehead against yours, his palms ending their path on your shoulders.

“everything feels so right, you feel right baby..” lewis cups the sides of your neck in his hands.

“i love you. words will never be enough to tell, but i hope you know i do and i’m so glad its you, its always been you.” his lips collide with yours once again.

slow and sweet, but feels like electricity every time. your hand rests on his bicep giving it a little squeeze. he pulls away, his kind doe eyes gazing down at you. your eyes dart to each one of his, a pause before your lips clash once again, wherever you were supposed to go long forgotten by now. bodies intertwined as emotions consumed the two of you. your legs swing around his back, forcing his hand to leave your neck and slap down on the counter trying to keep his balance as you pulled him down, deepening the kiss. his other hand slid its way down your body and back to your lower stomach, caressing with his thumb. before things could go any further, lewis’s phone starts to ring. you attempt to ignore but when they called again, its probably important. with a sigh and a final kiss lewis answered the phone with his sister on the other line. “hello?” lewis spoke into the phone.

you can faintly hear the other line and you recognize the voice. “are you guys on the way?” his sister asked. lewis glanced at you and you both exchanged a quiet chuckle.

“yeah, yeah.. you can say that” you heard some “huh? what does that supposed to—“ before the other side of the line went silent as he hung up you and your husbands clips colided with yours again, continuing your interrupted kiss.

“as much as i love kissing you like this, we do have somewhere to be..” he sighed out in between final pecks between you two before pulling away from your lips completely.

“as much as i love kissing you like this, we do have somewhere to be..” he sighed out in between final pecks between you two before pulling away from your lips completely.

“as much as i love kissing you like this, we do have somewhere to be..” he sighed out in between final pecks between you two before pulling away from your lips completely. you whined, the taste of his lips still lingering on yours. lewis helped you down from the table and walked you all the way to the car.

“hehe I’m not disabled yet” you giggled as he helped you down the porch stairs. “i know, just getting into the habit.” he smiled, kissing your knuckles as he assisted you entering the car. your whole life, you’ve always wanted kids. the only problem was, what if its with the wrong person? what if he leaves mid trimester or isn’t the father that her baby needs? what if she fails as a mother? all these doubts have now flown out the window with the wind. since the day you met your husband, you’ve known it was going to be him. he takes any of those doubts and squashes them like annoying bugs. even if your love story comes to an end (which you hope it doesn’t) you will be sure co parenting with him will be an easy feat.

you couldn’t ask for anything more. “woo hooo im gonna be a dad!” your silly husband screams out the car window to the unsuspecting oncoming cars. all you can do is wipe away your tears of happiness and laughter at his goofiness.

—-🐚-—

[cressidagrey]

Such A Mystery - Part 4

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Colette Leclerc (Original Character)

Summary:

Max Verstappen fell in love at the ripe old age of 12 and never looked back.

Colette Leclerc really regrets posting that particular Taylor Swift Lyric to her private Instagram account, because it made George Russell go insane.  

The rest of the world has absolutely no idea that the Dutch Lion and Charles Leclerc’s twin sister have been a couple for 15 years and are expecting a baby. 

Warnings: 

Pregnancy, Mention of multiple miscarriages, Pregnancy complications, George Russell Bashing (he's probably really nice in real life but in this, he's the bad guy, sorry), Jos Verstappen

Author Notes: Huge thanks to @llirawolf for holding my hand through this. Currently thinking this will have like 5-7 parts?

The sheets didn't smell like Max anymore. Colette had changed them over a week ago.

She ran her hand over the empty space next to her, the sheets cool to the touch. Empty. Alone. 

Colette wished Max was there. That she could simply turn around and he would be there. But he wasn't. 

Bébé took that moment to kick her bladder and she sighed as she pushed herself to sit up. 

The sun was lower on the sky an she knew that she must have napped at least a few hours. "Bathroom and then we can see what we'll have for dinner," she suggested to the baby.

She got an answering kick in response that made her snort. 

After taking care of her business, she made her way to the kitchen, feeling a rumbling in her stomach.

To her surprise, Colette wasn’t alone in their apartment. "You do know that I am adult, right?" she asked her mother and her oldest brother drily as waddled into the kitchen. Arthur was nowhere to be seen, probably busy with his actual job. "I can be left alone. Chances are I'll just go back to watching reruns of Real Housewives this evening," she said drily.

Neither of them laughed at this. She looked up from opening the fridge to see their...very serious expression. Colette paused, a cold feeling of dread worming its way into her stomach. Something was wrong, she could tell by their expressions. "What?" she asked, closing the refrigerator door.

Was something wrong with Max? With Cha?

She had never outright believed in the whole idea of twin telepathy or anything like that...but Charles and her had this...thing. If something was really wrong with each other...they could feel it.

And she couldn’t feel anything…not like that, not right now.  

"Did...did something happen to Max?" Colette asked shakily, almost afraid of the answer. Her mind instantly went to the worst-case scenario. "Is he...okay?"

Her mother and brother traded a glance, which did nothing to calm her nerves. "Max is fine," her mother promised her. "Why don't you sit down, Choupinette?" This also wasn't calming her.

"Enzo?" Colette asked, her voice shaky.

"Nobody is hurt or dying," Lorenzo promised her quickly. "It's...complicated."

Colette nodded, lowering herself into a seat at the kitchen island. Her heart was still racing, palms a bit sweaty.

"Complicated how?" she asked, her voice a bit hoarse.

"I would like to preface this by saying that Arthur didn't...think this through," Lorenzo said with a grimace.

Colette's eyes widened in disbelief. "Arthur...what did he do?" she asked immediately. 

"He may have posted that post you made on your stories in his," Lorenzo said carefully.

Colette's jaw dropped open in shock. "He...he WHAT?!" she nearly shrieked, hands gripping the edge of the table.

What? How could her brother do this? How could he...

That ill-thought out post she had made...with a Taylor Swift lyric that she had thought was cute...to her less than 200 followers that all knew about her and Max anyway…

What? How could her brother do this? How could he...

Colette's hands were shaking now as she tried to process what her brother had done. "Are you serious?" she finally managed to whisper.

And now it was  out there. For EVERYBODY TO SEE. Everybody. Everybody could see her post about Max. Everybody could see her saying that Max came straight home to her.

They had spent 15 years keeping their relationship a secret. And now...now there they were.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to calm the panic that was welling up inside of her. "Oh god...oh god," she muttered, her mind racing.

"People are going to see that. Max's fans are going to see that," she whispered, her stomach clenching. "Oh god, they're going to see it and figure things out."

Her mother reached out, placing a calming hand on her arm. "It's okay, Choupinette," she said gently. "It's going to be okay."

Colette shook her head. "No, it's not," she said, her voice shaky. "How could Arthur do this? He knows...he knows that I didn't want anybody to know," she whispered, tears biting in her eyes. She wasn't even sure what to do. She wasn't even sure what to think.

Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Fear, worry, frustration...and anger. So much anger at her brother, for not thinking, for not asking first, for not considering the consequences.

"How could he just... do this?" she said again, her voice cracking.

Lorenzo tried to come closer, but she held up a hand to stop him. She didn't want his touch, not right now. "Arthur should have asked me before doing something like this," she said, her voice shaking. "He knows...he knows that Max and I...we keep our relationship private."

"I...I need some space right now," she choked out, pushing her chair back and standing up. She had to get out of here, get some air.

She left the kitchen, leaving her family behind.

She found herself in the living room, collapsing onto the couch, her hands covering her face as tears streamed down her cheeks.

She couldn't believe what her brother had done. 

And now...now it was out there. Their secret, Max's secret, their life...everything.

She tried to take a deep breath, tried to calm down, but she couldn't. She was angry, hurt, scared…

Their relationship...it had always been a safe space to Colette. 

Somewhere where she could just be herself. With Max, she felt loved and safe and quite frankly, spoiled rotten by his attention. She didn't need to think about what she said, she could just be comfortable. And nobody had an inside look into that relationship that she didn't want to. They had admitted it to people over the years, to friends and colleagues and family members. But to the public they had never been connected beyond Colette being the twin sister of one of Max's biggest rivals. 

She had liked her anonymity. Had liked that nobody paid her a second look on the street. That nobody even thought twice about her.

Her role could just be Charles and Arthur's supportive sister. Nothing more, nothing less. Max knew that she loved him, that she supported him in the privacy of their relationship. It wasn't something she needed anybody else to know.

But now it was out there.

Colette buried her head in her hands, letting out a soft sob. It was out there, and it couldn't be taken back. No amount of damage control, no amount of apology was going to take those words back.

She could already see the headlines in her head: “Max Verstappen’s secret girlfriend”

It was so much worse than she had expected. The idea of being exposed like this...it made her want to crawl under a rock and hide for the rest of her life.

Colette didn't want to deal with the media circus, the gossip, the speculation. She didn't want to deal with any of it.

She didn't want her life to be dissected. She didn't want everything to be picked apart.

But that's what was going to happen. The vultures were going to descend, the media was going to hound her, her inbox would be filled with requests for comment and statements.

She was going to be the topic of everyone's conversation, speculation, and judgment.

She wanted to cry, scream, and throw something simultaneously.

She didn't ask for this, she wasn't built for this.

She wanted her anonymity, her simple life, her relationship to be private. That's all she had ever wanted...was that too much to ask for?

But now it was all in jeopardy, because her brother wasn't able to keep his mouth shut. She knew that he hadn't done it to hurt her...he had just been a idiot without a brain. But that didn't make the situation any easier for her.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to gather her thoughts.

But now it was gone. The secret was out, and there was no turning back. She was going to be under the microscope, every move she made, every word she spoke, every expression on her face would be analyzed and scrutinized.

And there was nothing she could do about it.

Colette leaned back against the couch, feeling the weight of the situation crashing down on her. 

She had always known that Max's life would come with a certain amount of spotlight and media attention, but she had never expected to be dragged into it.

She had always been in the shadows, quietly supporting him from behind the scenes, but now she was being thrust into the bright light of the media spotlight. And she couldn't help but cry her eyes out about it.

She let the tears flow, feeling the sobs rack her body. It was too much, all too much. She was exposed, vulnerable, and raw. And she had no idea how to handle it.

"Choupinette," her mother said softly, sitting down besides her.

Colette barely registered her mother's presence, too consumed by her own despair. But she felt her mother's hand on her shoulder, gentle and comforting.

She buried her face in her mother's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

Her mother just held her, stroking her hair and whispering soothing words of comfort. "It's going to be okay," she promised. "I promise, it's going to be okay."

"Maybe it won't even be so bad," her mother tried to comfort her. "It will blow over. You do love Max and he loves you."

"It was going to get out sometime," Lorenzo said quietly. "It was question of when not if, Colette. It was a miracle that you were able to keep it quiet for so long."

This only made Colette cry harder.

She hadn't wanted anybody to know. She had wanted privacy. She had wanted…

She had wanted it to just be her and Max, living their life together, without any outside interference.

She knew it was foolish to think that it could last forever, but a small part of her had hoped.

Now it was going to be ruined. And it was all because of her stupid brother and his impulsive behavior.

She didn't want the attention. She didn't want the speculation, the questions, the accusations.

All she wanted was Max.

She wanted him, his warmth, his soft reassurances, his quiet love. She wanted him with her and just to curl up in his arms. Where she could forget everything else and just be.

But she couldn't do that. The truth was out there now, and there was no way to erase it.

She was Max Verstappen’s girlfriend, the public knew, and there was nowhere she could hide from it.

And that thought terrified her more than anything else. She didn't know how to handle the public eye, the media interest, the gossip. It was like a massive wave that was about to crush her, and she had no life raft to hold onto.

She leaned closer into her mother, feeling like a child again. The sobs continued to rack her body, and all she could do was hold onto her mother's comforting embrace.

She didn't know what to do, she didn't know how to handle this.

***

This was the last fucking news Max wanted to hear before qualifying. The absolute last.

He loved the Leclercs. He did. He loved Colette’s family like his own. And he loved her brothers like his own. 

But this was making him absolutely furious with Arthur. 

And he would have liked to destroy his driver’s room in a fit of rage, but he wasn’t going to do that. He was not going to let his emotions get the best of him. 

Not when he understood where Arthur was coming from. Even when he hated the way he had gone about it. 

Max had half a mind to simply throw the towel. To give up. What did it matter anymore? He had won his 4th World Championship title…Red Bull wasn’t in the running for the constructor’s championship anymore…that was between Ferrari and McLaren… so did it matter? 

Wouldn’t he be more useful at Colette’s side? 

But he knew that if he asked her…he knew what her answer would be. 

She wouldn’t stand for it. 

She knew that he wouldn’t forgive himself for this. He wanted to win. It was in his DNA. It wasn’t in him to leave things unfinished. 

She would tell him to do it. To finish that race. And then to come straight home to her. 

But it was hard, especially when he knew that the media was going to be all over this. The vultures were going to be circling, waiting for any slip up, any moment of weakness. 

It wasn't like he cared if his and Colette's relationship became public. He was content with screaming it from every rooftop. He would happily post his beautiful girlfriend on his Instagram daily. He was more than willing to take her to some charity gala and kiss her in the view of every camera that was there...but he knew how important it had always been for Colette.

And now she was exposed, without warning and without even knowing. 

Max wanted to find her brother and wring his neck for this. How could he be so careless, so thoughtless?

He knew how important Colette's privacy was to her, how much she valued it. And now it was gone. Just like that.

Colette wanted to keep a low profile. She was more than happy to be the always supportive sister to her brothers, to cheer them on from the sidelines...and she herself was happy to work in her mother's hair salon, and dabble at playing the piano and violin…and content to simply be.

He had always loved that about her…how happy she could be with the most simple of things. 

Colette didn’t enjoy the spotlight, she preferred the shadows. And now she had been thrown into the whirlwind of media attention.

He knew that she wasn’t going to handle this well. 

And he was seriously considering throwing the towel. 

To say fuck it all and go back to Monaco. 

His father didn’t want to hear a single thing about it.

Jos had never really approved of Max's relationship with Colette. He thought it made him weak, he thought Max needed to focus on racing, not on some girl… but Max had been stubborn.

Colette was everything to him. Colette’s place in his life was not something they were going to argue about it. It was set in stone. 

 And so, through the years his father had realised that Colette was there to stay. 

And he may even had started to respect her place in Max’s life, realised that her presence calmed him and focused him in a way nothing else did…Realised that Colette was good for Max. 

And even for his relationship with his father. 

Nowadays…they got along better than they ever had and quite frankly they had Colette to thank for that. She had softened his father with her calm, gentle and yet incredibly stubborn nature, unwilling to take any of his bullshit and willing to call him out on it, constantly.

Still, Max wanted to get to Colette. He wanted to hold her, to reassure her that everything was going to be okay eventually. He wanted to place a hand on her swollen belly and feel bébé rumble underneath her skin…wanted to see that everything was alright with her and their baby. 

“You have a job to do,” his father said drily. “Colette isn’t alone. She has her family with her.”

Max didn't answer, just clenched his jaw.

He knew his father was right, he had a job to do, a race to focus on. But the thought of leaving Colette to deal with that by herself…it didn't sit well with him.

“She’s pregnant,” he hissed. “You want me to care about a race while my pregnant girlfriend is an ocean away, distraught, because our relationship just became public knowledge?!” Max asked sharply.

His father scowled.

“She has her brothers and her mother with her,” he repeated sternly. “I’m sure they can calm her down and make sure she’s taken care of in your absence. But the team needs you to focus on the race. Besides…It ha​​s been a long time coming…”

He knew he had a job to do. He had a race to focus on, a team that was depending on him to be at the top of his game. It was his job to win, no matter what was going on at home.

“Fine,” he gritted out, turning around to leave the room. “I’ll focus on the damn race.”

He took a deep breath, trying to push all thoughts of Colette out of his mind. He needed to focus. He needed to push aside his emotions and put his game face on.

He was a professional and he had a job to do.

He could deal with driving.  He could deal with managing a respectable 5th place on the grid in Qualifying…he couldn’t deal with the press afterwards.

He was surrounded by reporters, camera flashes and microphones. They were all firing question after question at him, shoving the microphones closer and closer to his face.

"Max, is it true that you and Colette Leclerc are in a relationship?"

Max clenched his jaw, trying to keep a neutral expression on his face. He didn’t want to give them any ammunition, anything they could use to try and dig deeper into his personal life. But he knew he couldn’t ignore the question either.

“I don’t see how my relationship status is relevant to the race,” he snapped back. “I’m here to talk about the race, not my personal life.”

They happily ignored that: “What’s Charles’ reaction to your relationship?”

Max clenched his jaw again, the anger starting to boil over. He hated this, the way they felt like they had the right to just poke and prod at his life like it was some kind of spectacle for them to enjoy.

“I’m not discussing my personal life,” he repeated through gritted teeth. “I’m here to talk about the race.”

But the reporters weren’t interested in the race. They were only interested in the juicy gossip of Max Verstappen dating Colette Leclerc.

More microphones were shoved in his face, more questions were asked, each one more invasive than the last.

“How serious is your relationship with Colette?”

“Are you engaged?”

“What did you think about what she posted on Instagram?“

“I think that Colette’s Instagram account is private for a reason,” he said tightly.

The reporters fell silent for a moment, surprised by the harsh tone. Max knew he was skating on thin ice, but he didn’t care. He was angry, frustrated and upset. He wanted nothing more than to find a quiet corner to just brood and worry about Colette in peace.

“I think that George overreacted about something that was posted on a private Instagram profile that has less than 200 followers. ” Max bit out. “There is a difference between posting something for your friends and family to see and complaining about this to the press when George knew it would be put all over the media.”

The reporters were stunned into silence at his outburst.

Max knew he had crossed a line. He knew he shouldn’t be snapping at them like that, but he couldn’t help it. He was so frustrated and upset, and he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew he had to reel it in before he said something he would regret even more. “I have already lost all respect for George Russell before, but he has crossed a line when he dragged this into the public sphere,” he said flatly.

The reporters' eyes widened, surprised by the ferocity of his words.

Max knew he was being harsh, but he didn’t care. He was furious, enraged. How dare Russell expose their private life like that? 

Max took another deep breath, trying to calm himself. But it was hard. The anger was like a living thing inside him, seething and burning. He wanted to storm over to the Mercedes garage and punch Russell in the face, to wipe that smirk off his face for good. But he knew he couldn’t. 

So he stood there, clenching and unclenching his fists, trying to keep the anger at bay. Trying to ignore the way the reporters were looking at him with greedy, excited eyes.

He knew they wanted him to explode, to lash out. They wanted him to go off the rails and say something even more incriminating. Something they could use to make more headlines. But Max couldn’t give them that. He couldn’t let them get a rise out of him. So he stood there, trying his best to remain calm and collected.

But it was hard. So goddamn hard.

He could feel the tension in his body, feel the anger and frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. He wanted to do something, to take action and make the situation right. But he didn’t know what he could do, how he could make it right.

He didn’t know how he could fix the mess that had been made, how he could turn back time and undo the damage that had been done.

"Do you have any questions about the race tomorrow? Because otherwise I am done," he asked.

The reporters stood there for a moment, frozen in shock. Then, a few of them started to ask questions about the upcoming race, but Max could tell that their hearts weren’t in it. They were too distracted by his outburst, too eager to keep prodding at the sensitive issue of his relationship with Colette.

The reporters looked at each other for a moment, unsure whether to press him further or not. Max could see the wheels turning in their heads, could see them trying to decide whether they would press the issue or let it go.

Eventually, the more sensible reporters began to ask questions about the race, steering the conversation away from the minefield of his personal life.

[harrywavycurly]

Worth the Fight: A Little Treat

Masterlist: Here

CW: A few pregnancy symptoms, ultrasound stuff, baby things, slight panic attack, language, arguing, Harry is a dick, angsty bits.

A/N: This is one of the more dramatic parts of this story. I literally debated on the outcome of a certain part of chapter for two days, but hopefully y’all will be happy with the choice I made! And as always, let me hear your thoughts, comments or concerns✨

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Summary: You and Harry visit Dr. Andrews and the two of you learn some things that causes Harry to react in a way you don’t expect✨

You can feel the daggers Harry is shooting at the side of your head from where he’s sat in a chair against the wall facing the side of where you’re currently sitting on the exam table in Dr. Andrews office, he’s been glaring at you with his lips pressed into a hard line ever since the nice young man walked into the room. You felt the energy in the office change the moment the Doctor stepped inside and offered you a warm smile and introduced himself, Harry all but went stiff at the sight of him, barely acknowledging him with more than a head nod and a tight lipped smile and you wanted to roll your eyes because you immediately knew what his issue was about. You simply ignore his glares as he crosses his arms over his chest while Dr. Andrews begins asking you some questions.

“So you think you’re about eight weeks is that right?” You just nod as he clicks his pen and writes something down on the paper he has on his clipboard with all your information on it. “And you’re wanting to do a paternity test as well correct?” You once again find yourself nodding as if saying the words out loud will make everything more real, that this is happening you are in fact pregnant and are here to get an ultrasound and a test done so that the man who is still doing nothing but glaring at you can learn that it’s his baby you’re carrying. This time Dr. Andrews looks at you and offers you a smile as he slides his pen into the pocket of his shirt before he turns and places the clipboard on the counter near the sink that’s in the office.

“Now that we have the boring stuff out of the way what do you say to taking a look and maybe get a better idea of how far along you are?” You hear shuffling coming from the side of you making you glance over to see Harry looking visibly unamused at the doctor’s attempt to lighten the mood as his eyes watch Dr. Andrews sit down on a stool with a set of wheels attached to it allowing him to move about the space with ease. His eyes are practically glued to the man’s hands as he starts to put gloves on as he wheels himself over to the end of the exam table near where your legs are hanging off the edge.

“Oh uh-yeah I would uhm love to take a look.” You stumble over your words as Harry finally peels his eyes away from what Dr. Andrews is doing and stares at you with a blank expression. “Is that-do you want to uh take a look?” You ask with a quirked brow to which Harry licks his lips before rubbing them together as he gives you a small nod as confirmation making you smile as you turn and look at your doctor. “Will we actually see anything or-”

“Knock knock.” Harry jumps slightly as a woman enters the room in baby pink scrubs. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you I’m Nancy and I’m here to assist Dr. Andrews with the ultrasound.” She explains with a light chuckle as she looks at Harry and gives him a kind smile that he doesn’t bother to return, instead he just looks away from her and back towards you and he feels his eyes go as wide as golfballs making his eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline at the sight that’s before him.

Your lower half has a thin sheet draped over it so Harry can’t see anything other than the flesh of your calves and the socks on your feet that are currently being placed in stirrups as you slide down lower on the exam table. He watches in horror as Dr. Andrews is handed a wand like device from Nancy as she takes a seat closest to the machine that Harry knows is for ultrasounds, but the thing in the doctor’s hand isn’t anything he’s ever seen before and he’s all of a sudden feeling extremely uncomfortable. He uncrosses his arms from his chest and places his palms on his knees as he finds himself leaning in towards the screen that Nancy is setting up, needing any excuse he can to look away from Dr. Andrews as he finishes getting everything ready. But Harry can’t help but glance over just in time to see him put something over the wand like device and that’s when he decides he simply has to know what’s going on.

“What’s uh-what’s that? That thing you’re putting on there?” Harry’s voice causes you to quickly turn your head to look at him, this being the first time he’s spoken almost the whole visit minus when he was asked questions about his own health history from the nurse before Dr. Andrews came in. You follow his gaze and before anyone can answer you let out a chuckle making Harry raise an eyebrow at you as he takes his eyes off what’s happening at the end of the table near your sock clad feet and up to your face.

“Oh right you haven’t seen one of those in a while have you? That’s called a condom.” You answer as you lay down so your head is on the pillow at the end of the exam table. Dr. Andrews lets out a low chuckle while Nancy hides her laughter by biting into her bottom lip as she gets the screen ready but turns it so for the time being only her and the doctor can see what’s happening.

“Really? Jokes? Now’s not the time for this.” He snaps with a huff as he sits back into his seat and begins to twirl the ring on his middle finger, a habit that you’ve noticed he does when he’s a bit anxious.

“Have you eaten today? You seem extra grumpy.”

“Yes I’ve eaten today it’s almost ten in the bloody morning.”

“Not a morning person then?”

“What? Yeah I’m a morning person. This is what normal people call the late morning. I’m usually up well before this.” You just turn your head to look at him as he lets out a scoff and you just roll your eyes at how annoyed he looks while sat in the chair a mere three feet away from you.

“That doesn’t mean you’re a morning person you know that right? That just means your body is used to being awake at a certain time.” You explain making him let out a groan as he runs a hand over his face and you know he wishes he could be anywhere else but in this room with you, about to get a glimpse at what in his mind could only possibly be his baby. You on the other hand are a ball of excitement at finally getting to see the little thing that’s been causing you to feel absolutely exhausted at the end of the day mixed with a hint of nausea tossed in at random times throughout the day.

“Doesn’t mean you enjoy the mornings.” You add after a brief moment of silence and Harry just shoots you a look, his way of silently letting you know he’s over the conversation and won’t be adding anything further to it.

“Okay you ready?” You turn your head and look down towards your feet at Dr. Andrews who is already looking at you with a smile on his face, you give him a nod and that’s when Nancy walks around the exam table to turn off the overhead lights leaving just the glow of the screen on the ultrasound machine and a lamp on the counter near Harry to light up the room. “You may feel some pressure but it shouldn’t cause you any discomfort.” Harry tries to focus on what Nancy is doing instead of what the doctor is currently doing between your legs with the wand.

“Now Mr. Styles this is called a transvaginal ultrasound and we do this so we can get a clearer picture of what’s happening so we can confirm a few things and it’s easier to do it this way than through the stomach.” Nancy explains in a soft and calming voice that makes you relax even though thanks to your hours of googling you already knew what to expect. You allow yourself to glance over at Harry and see him just nod his head at her words as he rests his forearms on his knees after scooting to the edge of his seat.

“Okay let’s take a look here.” You place your hands on your stomach as you feel a wave of nerves take over you and you wish you could reach over and grab onto Harry’s hand for comfort but currently he just so happens to be the least comforting person you know. “You’re doing great. Just try to relax for me.” You just nod and let out a deep breath and then all of a sudden you see Nancy’s eyes go wide momentarily before she turns to look at Dr. Andrews and taps a few places on the screen, you watch him lean in towards the screen and a small smile makes its way onto his face.

“Congratulations.” You feel a wave of relief wash over you as the word slips out of his mouth while Nancy turns the screen finally allowing you and Harry to see it. “You’re having twins and it looks like you’re-” Harry’s voice quickly interrupts him before he can finish his sentence.

“I’m sorry you-you said uhm-what did-what did you say?”

“I know it always seems to be a bigger shock to the dad-”

“I’m not-we don’t know if I’m-”

“Twins? Like you mean there’s more than one baby in there?” You ask cutting Harry’s rambling off making Dr. Andrews laugh and nod as Nancy points to one little section the screen with the tip of her finger that’s labeled ‘baby A’ and then she points to another section next to it that’s labeled ‘baby B’ but both just look like little beans floating around in a black bubble.

“That’s exactly what I mean and you look to be measuring almost nine weeks along and everything looks good.” You can’t really do anything besides nod as the realization that you’re going to have twins begins to sink in. “Let’s take a listen and-”

The sound of Harry standing up makes you sit up on your elbows as Dr. Andrews and Nancy pause their movements, wanting to give Harry time to process things before moving on having dealt with this kind of thing before from shocked parents finding out their little bundle of joy is suddenly two of more. You open your mouth to say something but quickly close it when Harry runs a hand through his hair as he turns to look at you, his eyes are wide and the hand that’s at his side is balled into a tight fist and you know he’s panicking and right now you can’t do anything about it because your legs are in the air and you have nothing on your lower half besides a sheet.

“Harry are you-”

“I can’t-I uh have to go.” Before you can even say anything Harry is gripping the doorknob of the exam room and throwing it open allowing him to make a swift and in your opinion, slightly dramatic exit. You stare at the door for a few minutes, thinking that maybe he just needs some air and he’ll be back but deep down you know better, this is the same man who left your apartment without saying goodbye and doesn’t handle situations like this well at all.

“Sorry about him.” You apologize with a sigh as you bring your focus back to Dr. Andrews who just gives you a nod and a small smile while Nancy gives you a look that tells you she wants to say something but she doesn’t, she just smiles at you and begins printing off photos from the machine.

“No need to apologize.” Dr. Andrews says quickly brushing the incident off. “Now do you want to hear your babies heartbeats?”

You let out a heavy sigh as you exit the elevator and step into the hallway your apartment is on, you adjust your hold on the box that’s currently now being held with one hand so you can dig around in your purse for your house key. It’s not until you’re further down the hallway that you notice him, sitting with his back against your front door with his knees bent allowing his feet to be firmly planted on the floor while his hands are resting flat against his stomach and you squint your eyes a bit to see the back of his head is resting against your door and his eyes are closed. You want to turn around and head for the elevator and leave him sitting there but his eyes shoot open and his head turns in your direction when a tube of chapstick falls out of your purse and hits the floor with a clunk.

“Shit.” You mumble as you look down at the chapstick that decided to betray you and announce your presence to the one man you don’t want to talk to or see and if it wasn’t your favorite one you would let it sit there and turn around and go back to the elevators or make a quick escape down the stairwell. You let out a huff as you squat down so you can quickly grab the tube and shove it back into your purse but when you go to stand up you feel a hand on the bottom of the box you’re trying to keep from tipping over, gently taking it from you.

“Are these donuts?” You ignore him as you steady yourself once you stand back up. “You shouldn’t eat all these at once that’s a lot of sugar.” You roll your eyes as you quickly take the box from him and walk the few feet to your door.

“You didn’t tell me he was a man.” Harry all but blurts out after a moment of uncomfortable silence and you lift your head to send him a glare as you stop right in front of your door. You knew that’s why he was is a foul mood at the beginning of the appointment, but you just didn’t think he’d bring it up now considering that’s not the biggest issue the two of you have to get through regarding his behavior today.

“Yes I did.” Harry wants to roll his eyes because he’s sure you didn’t but at the moment he can’t be bothered to because he’s just glad you finally decided to speak to him even if it’s in the most annoyed tone of voice he’s ever heard come out of another person before. “I said he has good reviews and he had an appointment today at nine. It’s not my fault you lack basic reading comprehension skills and didn’t catch it.” Harry crosses his arms over his chest as you speak, his mind mentally going over your messages and he hates that you’re right, hates that he did miss the little hints that he knows he could’ve easily picked up if he would’ve just paid a bit more attention.

You feel his eyes on you as you move the box to one hand and go back to digging around in your purse for your house key. Normally you have it out and ready to go, but today has been anything but normal so you just let out a small sound of frustration as you touch the bottom of your bag and don’t feel the familiar coldness of your metal key ring. Harry chews on his bottom lip as he watches you struggle to hold a box of donuts in one hand and dig around in your giant bag with the other, and he swears he’s never sees someone constantly be at odds with their purse before, it’s as if it hides your belongings from you on purpose. After a few minutes he decides he can’t watch you struggle any longer as he lets out an annoyed huff and uncrosses his arms so he can reach over from where he’s stood next to you with his body turned towards you, while yours is facing your door in what he knows is an attempt to not have to look at him and grabs the strap of your purse, that to his surprise you let slide off your shoulder without any resistance.

“You and this fucking bag.” He mumbles as he opens it up and you just roll your eyes as you turn so you’re now facing him as he digs around in your purse. “What’s the point of having so much shit in here if it takes you forever to even find it?” He asks as his brows pinch together when his hand comes in contact with something sleek but when he pulls it out and sees it’s just your AirPods case he tosses it back into the bag with a groan.

“Thank god.” He sighs a few moments later once he finally finds your keyring that has your car key as well as your house key on it. He drops your bag by his feet so he can put your key into your lock but before he can open the door you reach out and grab the doorknob keeping it closed.

“No.” Harry drops his hand from the door as he raises a brow at you making you just shift the box in your hand so it’s resting partially on your hip as you stare at him with an unreadable expression on your face.

“What do you mean no?”

“Oh you don’t hear that word a lot do you? I mean no as in you’re not allowed in my apartment.”

“What? But we-”

“There is no we.” Harry swallows hard as he watches your eyes get a familiar sheen to them. “There’s you and then there’s us.” His eyes glance down to your free hand that rests on your stomach and he instantly knows who you mean when you say us and it makes his stomach do a flip at the reminder that you’re carrying twins.

“Listen I’m sor-”

“Don’t.” Your voice is low as you try to blink away the tears that are beginning to make your vision a little blurry. “You left me in the middle of an exam just to be sitting at my front door hours later so you can say sorry? No that’s not how this works.” Harry feels like his heart is beating a mile a minute as you sniffle a few times between your words.

“I just got-”

“I don’t care.” You state cutting off whatever excuse he was about to toss your way as you bend down and grab the strap of your purse that’s still by Harry’s feet. “I don’t think we should talk until you get the results of the paternity test back. Which you still have to go give your sample for by the way since you left before they could get it.” You say with as much conviction you can muster in your slightly emotional state but you internally give yourself a pat on the back for getting all out in one go.

For once Harry doesn’t know what to say, he knows you’re upset and he knows right now there’s not a lot you’ll let him do or say to make it up to you so he just nods his head thinking that the least he can do is give you what you’re asking for without starting an argument.

“I agree yeah-yeah that’s a good idea.” You look at him almost in shock at how quickly he agrees to your request but of course he would agree to not speaking to you for a bit, something you assume he’s looking forward to. You sling your purse strap over your shoulder with an annoyed huff before reaching for your doorknob and Harry has to stop himself from reaching out and opening it for you.

“You know I was so excited about today because I just wanted to have that moment of like oh wow this is all happening when I saw my baby or I guess my babies for the first time and you- you had to go and fucking ruin it.” Harry hears you let out a shaky breath as a few tears make their way down your cheeks. “You Harry Styles are an asshole.” Your voice is watery but the words still sting as they reach his ears and the tears are free flowing now as you sniffle, but before he can even attempt to say anything, not that he would dare try to defend himself given the state you’re currently in; you open your door and take a step inside.

But just as you turn to close it Harry instinctively takes a step back wanting to give you some space, you glance down at the box in your hand and then look up at him allowing him to really get a good look at your face and that’s when the reality of what he’s actually done begins to set in. He watches as every blink causes more tears to slide down your slightly blotchy cheeks, the tip of your nose is pink from sniffling due to the unavoidable snot that comes with these types of tears but the worst of it is the look in your eyes that makes it almost painful for him to keep the intense eye contact with you because it’s a look that tells him this is all his fault. He’s the reason that a day you intended to be happy and joyful turned into you crying in front of your door while telling him you don’t want him to come inside.

“And yes these are donuts. I thought I deserved a little treat after everything I dealt with today.” Your voice snaps Harry out of his thoughts just in time for him to watch you close the door and when he hears the sound of your deadbolt he knows there’s no chance of you coming back out to talk to him.

He’s not sure how long he stands there, just staring at the gold lettering nailed to your door that says your apartment number, 5C but he knows it’s long enough that when he does finally move to run a hand through his hair his knuckles feel tight as if he’d been making a fist the whole time without meaning to. He lets out a long sigh as he turns to begin walking towards the end of the hall where the elevators are. He reaches into his front pocket for his phone but instead of calling for his driver he scrolls through his contacts in a anxious hurry to find the one person that he knows will tell him what to do and try to help him fix things. And Harry needs to fix things because right now he’s so lost in his own thoughts and feels as if he’s drowning in a pool of anxiety and stress that it’s causing him to hurt other people and that’s not who he is or wants to be. He needs help un-muddling his mind and seeing things more clearly and there’s only one person who can do that for him.

Everything happens in a blur as he steps into the elevator, not remembering even hitting the down button as he frantically thumbs at his screen until he finally lands on the name he’s looking for. He looks up just as the doors open on the ground floor of your building and the moment he walks out of the small space he hits the call icon and brings the phone up to his ear while he heads towards the front entrance of your complex. It’s darker outside than it was when he first got to your apartment, a sign that he sat outside your door for at least a few hours and stood there a good bit after you told him he couldn’t come inside.

“Harry?” He doesn’t even realize he was holding his breath until he feels his lungs release a deep exhale as soon as her voice floats through the receiver and into his ears after a few rings, he doesn’t miss the slight scratchiness to it letting him know she was probably asleep before he decided to call.

“What’s wrong?” Of course she asks that, of course she knows there’s something wrong. It’s only then that Harry feels as if all the events of the past few weeks from you first contacting him about being pregnant to the exam this morning hit him and his eyes begin to sting and his heart feels as if it’s going to beat out of his chest.

“Mom I-I.” He starts to talk but then has to stop and take a few deep breaths to try to calm himself down but it’s pointless as he feels tears begin to gather at his waterline and his lungs feel as if they can’t take in enough air all of a sudden. “I don’t know-know what to-to do.” He manages to get out between shaky breaths as he stops walking when he spots a bench and that’s where he finally allows himself to break down, on an uncomfortable wooden bench on a dimly lit street only a few feet from your apartment complex while on the phone with his mom.

[bookwormjust]

Pregnancy cravings (established relationship Cassian)

The house was dark and quiet, the fire in the hearth long since reduced to glowing embers. It was well past midnight, edging closer to 1 a.m., but you couldn’t sleep. The cravings had hit hard tonight, and after tossing and turning for an hour, you gave in and padded softly to the kitchen, not wanting to disturb anyone—though, with Cassian gone dealing with an issue in Illyria, the house felt much emptier.

Now, sitting at the kitchen table, you found yourself indulging in the oddest mix of foods: a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream and a jar of pickles. Pregnancy cravings were wild, but this combination had somehow hit the spot, despite being absolutely ridiculous. You scooped up a spoonful of the cool, minty sweetness, savoring the way it melted on your tongue before reaching for a pickle, the sharp, tangy flavor cutting through the sweetness.

You let out a contented sigh, resting a hand on your belly as your child stirred within, a gentle fluttering against your palm. At six months along, the pregnancy had started to feel real in ways you couldn’t have imagined—especially with Cassian’s fierce protectiveness growing right alongside your belly. He had barely left your side since he found out, fussing over every little thing, constantly checking on you, trying to anticipate your every need.

But tonight, duty had called him to Illyria. Something had gone wrong with one of the war camps, and though Rhysand and Feyre had tried to keep him here, Cassian had insisted on handling it himself. You knew how much responsibility he carried as the General Commander, but you missed him fiercely when he was gone, especially now. The bond between you hummed constantly in the background, a steady comfort, but it wasn’t the same as having him physically near.

Just as you were contemplating going back to bed, you heard it—the familiar swoosh of wings, faint but growing closer. Your heart gave a little leap, and sure enough, moments later, the door to your home creaked open, and there he was.

Cassian.

He filled the doorway, his tall, broad frame shadowed in the low light, his wings tucked in tight behind him, shoulders tense with the remnants of the night’s stress. But when his eyes landed on you, the hard edge to his features immediately softened, replaced by a look of warmth and relief. His hazel eyes brightened, a slow smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You're still awake," he said, his voice low and gravelly from exhaustion, but there was that unmistakable affection laced within it, the love that always seemed to wrap around you when he spoke.

You grinned, gesturing to your odd snack selection. “Couldn’t sleep. Baby was demanding mint chocolate chip ice cream and pickles.”

Cassian blinked, looking between the ice cream and the jar of pickles with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. He chuckled as he moved toward you, shaking his head. “I’m not sure if that’s a craving or a culinary crime, sweetheart.”

You shrugged, spooning another bite of ice cream into your mouth with a satisfied grin. “It’s what the baby wants, so I don’t question it.”

Cassian was beside you in an instant, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before pulling up a chair. “Far be it from me to question what our child demands,” he teased, his hand reaching out to rest on your belly, the familiar warmth of his touch grounding you.

The baby gave a little kick beneath his palm, and Cassian’s grin widened, his eyes softening even more. “Hey, little warrior,” he whispered, his voice full of wonder, as if every movement from your child was a miracle. “Already keeping your mother up late, huh?”

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder, the scent of sweat, leather, and pine clinging to him from his long night. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer, and for a few moments, you just sat there together in comfortable silence.

“You look exhausted,” you said softly, glancing up at him.

“I am,” he admitted, his fingers tracing gentle circles over your belly, the other hand stroking your hair. “The Illyrians were being their usual stubborn selves. Rhysand’s going to have his hands full with them tomorrow. But I couldn’t stay there another night, not with you here.” His voice softened, and he pressed a kiss to your temple. “I needed to be with you.”

Your heart warmed at his words, and you snuggled deeper into his embrace, the exhaustion you hadn’t realized you were feeling creeping up now that Cassian was home. “I missed you,” you murmured, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “The bed’s too big without you.”

Cassian chuckled softly, his hand never leaving your belly. “The bed’s too big without you, too. I promise I’ll be home more now. I don’t want to miss a second of this,” he said, his voice thick with emotion as his gaze dropped to your rounded belly.

You looked up at him, catching the fierce love and devotion in his eyes, and your heart swelled. “I’m glad you’re home,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss him softly. “But for now, do you want some ice cream?”

He made a face, pulling back slightly. “I think I’ll pass on the ice cream and pickles, thanks.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Suit yourself.”

He watched you eat for a few more moments, his hand never leaving your belly, before he gently took the spoon from your hand and set it aside. “Come on,” he said, standing up and scooping you into his arms before you could protest. “Let’s get you to bed.”

You yelped in surprise, but couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up as he carried you out of the kitchen. “Cass, I can walk!”

“Not when I’m here to carry you,” he murmured, nuzzling your neck, his wings flaring slightly as he carried you up the stairs with ease.

Once in the bedroom, Cassian laid you gently onto the bed, slipping in beside you as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, spooning you close. His hand rested protectively on your belly, his thumb brushing soothingly over your skin as you both settled into the quiet of the night.

“Sleep, sweetheart,” he whispered into your hair, his deep voice lulling you, “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

With the steady rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of his body wrapped around you, it didn’t take long for sleep to claim you. Safe in his arms, with the love of your mate and the life growing within you, the world felt perfect again.

[callme-holly]

Can you please do “Darrel Curtis holding his new born daughter for the first time?” And he’s like totally in love and Y/N is like “Darrel are you crying?” And he, through sniffles is like “n-no” and it’s just tooth rotting sweet?? ♥️♥️

𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

limerence: (adj.) a state of pure, overwhelming emotional attachment and adoration, often accompanied by an almost dreamlike sense of devotion and joy

The hospital room was silent, save for the faint beeping from the various machines around the room and the soft, slight, uneven breaths from the tiny baby dozing on your chest.

Your body ached, fatigue taking hold of every part of you, your eyes heavy and your mind slightly foggy; however, you couldn't bring yourself to sleep and miss this moment. 

Darry was sitting at your side, transfixed by the little bundle. His face held a mixture of awe and fear, his eyes surprisingly glassy and filled with nothing but love. He'd been so tough through it all, your rock during the whole entire pregnancy, and now he was finally letting himself go, finally letting all of his emotions break through. 

"Do you want to hold her?" you ask quietly, almost afraid that if you talk too loud, you will break the comforting quiet that has enveloped the both of you. Darry doesn't respond straight away but nods slowly in response, holding out his arms so that you can carefully transfer the baby to him.

Immediately, his entire demeanour melts, his body sinking further into the chair as he holds his baby girl close to his chest, watching the way her little chest rises and falls. Her face is scrunched up in sleep, her hair fine and dark, and you feel your heart clench as she subconsciously turns to tuck her face into her dad's shirt.

"She's so perfect." His voice cracks as he speaks, and he swallows heavily in an attempt to bypass the lump forming in his throat. You glance up, catching sight of the tears shining in his eyes, and you can't help but smile.

"Darrel Curtis, are you crying?" Your voice holds not an ounce of judgement or disapproval, just pure, unadulterated affection. He shakes his head quickly, clearing his throat but refusing to meet your eyes.

"No... I'm not," he denies, but the way his voice wobbles says otherwise. Carefully, you reach out with a tentative hand, resting it lightly on his arm and squeezing reassuringly. That finally draws his attention to you, and he lets out a small puff of air, disbelief painted across his features.

"She's ours," he mumbles, rocking the tiny bundle as he speaks. "She's actually ours."

You nod, your own tears forming. "Yeah. She is, hon. She's ours." 

Darry smiles down at the baby, and it seems he can't bring himself to look away from her for more than a few seconds.  It's like a magnet for his attention, a sponge absorbing every ounce of love he has to give. "This... It doesn't feel real, you know? I never knew I could love someone so much." he

And the truth in his words, the pure honesty in which he speaks them, is what finally breaks through the dam and allows your tears to seep free. The baby stirs slightly, letting out a small whimper as she shifts, but she doesn't wake. Her eyes stay closed, and you watch with great wonder as her features twitch and twist before settling once more.

"We did good," you speak eventually. "Did really good." 

And Darry can only manage a small hum of agreement, grinning at you like he's the luckiest man on earth, like he's just won the largest bet in history. But no amount of money in the world could ever compare to this feeling; nothing could ever live up to knowing he's got you by his side, and now, this tiny baby too. That's all he needed. Just you and your daughter. And that's all that mattered.

[22ayla21]

I've read your ifa post (seriously how handsome he is) x reader, and I have to say that I loved it. What's more, I would very much like to see more scenes with this couple. When you can, there's no rush. My proposal for the future is related to the fact that the girl has that gift with both children and saurians/animals and that ifa dropped the issue of starting making a family... (I need to see this man as a dad so bad)

It is related to this last issue, that is to say that for example the girl is pregnant but does not yet have symptoms of it (the only thing is that the period does not come like every month), and both have noticed that the saurians and animals are more fond of the young woman (so by their heightened senses)

Whisper of Hearts and Paws

When the saurians start to stick to his beloved more than usual, Ifa notices something in their behavior that can change his life forever.

A few days passed. The tent was again filled with soft light, the smells of herbs and medicines, but something in the atmosphere had changed. Ifa noticed it in the morning.

The saurians began to behave strangely. More precisely, not aggressively or excitedly - on the contrary. They began to literally stick to his girl. Before, they were drawn to her - this was understandable: she was warm, affectionate, did not scare them. But now they followed her everywhere, lay down at her feet, purred, rubbed their cheeks against her palms, even argued among themselves about who would lie closer. One particularly persistent baby saurian hid in the folds of her clothes and did not want to come out.

At first, Ifa was amused. Then - it alarmed her. She laughed herself:

"What's wrong with them today? Am I covered in honey?"

He grinned, but inside he felt a memory from the past surface. His friend once told him about his saurians - a faithful female named Lely. She suddenly began to behave strangely - she did not leave her mistress, circled around, meowed (?) anxiously and tried to drag her mistress into the nest. It turned out later that the woman was in the early stages of pregnancy. Lely sensed this long before her mistress realized it.

Ifa straightened up abruptly. His gaze slid to the girl, who was just treating one of the little ones to cookies and laughing. Her face was shining, her movements were light. At first glance, everything was as usual.

But... she had complained of fatigue a couple of times recently. She also said that her period was a little "late", although she attributed it to stress and the change in climate. He did not attach any importance to it then.

But the saurians... they feel. Their sense is sharper than that of many other animals. They sense life, new life. Quiet, barely breaking through, but already real.

Ifa caught her breath for a moment.

He leaned on the table, watching his girlfriend deftly hug the saurian and laugh when he licked her cheek. Her hands were so caring. Her voice was warm. Without knowing it, she was already weaving life into the world that no one else knew about.

He felt his heart beat faster. He would not tell her now – it was too early. He was not a doctor of people, but he was not a fool either. He would give her time, give himself time. Perhaps she would soon understand. Perhaps she should quietly prompt, ask, support.

But for now… he would be there.

He would come up to her, put his arm around her waist and, as always, in a slightly playful tone, whisper in her ear:

"The saurians know something that we don’t know yet…"

She would look at him questioningly, not immediately catching the hint, and he would simply grin and add:

"It seems that my prediction about you as an ideal mother may come true sooner than you think."

This time she would not pat him on the shoulder. She would freeze. Ifa would feel how she slowly turned her gaze to the saurians sleeping at her feet. Then – to her stomach. Her lips would slightly part in silent surprise.

And he'll be there to catch her if the excitement hits. To hold her and whisper:

"It's okay. We'll get through this. You're not alone."

[mystic-writings]

nice to meet you

PAIRING — poe dameron x fem!reader

SUMMARY — despite being placed on parental leave by leia, poe has to leave for a last minute mission. you go into labour.

WARNINGS — pregnancy, fluff, real-word cursing, (likely incorrect) depictions of birth, author has not had kids before, depictions of panic, author writes some cliche stuff at the end but its fluffy so it doesn’t matter

WORD COUNT — 3,227

NOTES — this was supposed to be written a lot sooner than two months after the first part was posted. oopsies? anyway, this can be read as a standalone, but you can read part one here!

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“What do you mean, ‘emergency rescue mission?’” Poe glared. “I’m on leave! I’ve got a kid on the way!” 

“I’m sorry, Commander, but you’re the only available pilot with the skillset to pull this off this kind of mission,” Admiral Horne sighed, her face showing nothing but apology as she handed the datapad to him. “All of our other qualified pilots are off base.” 

Of course, Poe thought. Of course, he was being shipped off to Mustafar for a rescue mission while you were just about ready to give birth.

After looking over the information, he placed the datapad on a nearby console and huffed, one hand on his hips, the other scrubbing at his face. “Where’s Leia? I need to talk to her.”

“She went to Coruscant this morning with Vice Admiral Holdo,” Horne informed him, driving his stress levels even higher. “She won’t be back for another few days, I’m afraid.”

Great. 

“Fine. I’ll do it. But the second things get too dangerous, I’m coming back. You hear me?”

Admiral Horne only nodded before dismissing him for immediate dispatch. Poe, ever the rebel, stopped off at the hangar after he suited up, finding you watching Jess as she tweaked something in the underbelly of her X-Wing. 

The second he caught sight of you, sitting patiently with a hand cupping the swell of your stomach, laughing gently at something Jess said, everything in him begged not to leave your side. To strip the flight suit from his body and stay right here, by your side. But then you glanced over at him, and your eyes roamed over his body, and he knew from the look in your eye that if he wasn’t going to be facing your wrath, someone else was. And he much preferred that it be someone else. 

“What’s going on?” The worry swimming in your eyes as you stood to meet him broke Poe’s heart. He reached up, brushing some hair from your shoulder before his hand slid up to cup your jaw. 

“I have a mission,” he said, heart shattering as the worry completely consumed your features. 

“But you’re on leave,” you reached up, placing your hand over his. “You’re not supposed to leave the base.” 

“Admiral Horne—” 

“Does she know you’re not supposed to leave? Does she know we’re having a kid?”

“She does, but—” Poe sighed, his hand leaving your cheek, turning over to grasp yours and pull you a bit closer. “I’m the only one on base that’s qualified to do this. She said it’ll only be a few days. It’s a low-risk rescue mission, I promise I will be just fine.” 

You nodded, fighting back the tears that seemed to sneak up on you at any given occasion recently, squeezing Poe’s hand tight. “Be careful, Poe. If something happens, so help me I’ll—” 

“I know, you’ll kill me yourself.” Poe chuckled, lifting your hand, pressing his lips to your knuckles before taking your other hand and doing the same, pressing a kiss to the ring that now rested on your finger — the same ring you used to toy with when it rested on a chain around Poe’s neck. When he lifted his gaze, meeting your eyes, his voice was quiet. “I promise. I will make it back to you. Both of you.”

“I love you,” you whispered, pressing your forehead to Poe’s. 

He leaned forward, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your lips, whispering,  “I love you, too,” before dipping lower, pressing the most featherlight of kisses to the top of your stomach. “Stay right there for me, got it kiddo? I love you.” 

Poe relished in the giggle his comment pulled from you, smiling bright and kissing you once more before slipping from your grip and out of the hangar, praying to the Maker that he got back before he missed the birth of his firstborn. He’d wring Admiral Horne’s neck if he did. 

Three days. 

Poe’s been gone on some stupid rescue mission for the past three days. You’d been utterly useless, facing sleepless nights and anxiety for most of the time he’d been gone. Between it all, though, you’d been dealing with false labour pains, the same you’d been experiencing before he left, but it only heightened your panic all the more now that Poe was off-planet. 

Rose and Jess had been rotating staying with you, the pair being the only other relief you could find between Poe’s holo-calls every few hours. Every moment in between, though,when you were alone, you twisted the ring on your finger, teeth gnawing your lip with worry. It was the worst you’d ever felt, and the false contractions were doing nothing to ease your fears. 

It was the middle of the afternoon as you stood with Jess, arranging and rearranging the items Leia managed to import for your baby on the dresser top that was now home to a change station. Ever since your fourth month, Leia had moved you into a larger room, a mini-apartment with its own refresher and two rooms bordering on the smaller side — but it was more private space than you’d ever had on the base, and you would never stop being grateful for it. 

“You know, you’ve put that stack of diapers back in that very spot three times now.” Jess commented from the loveseat. “You need to stop worrying,”

“I’ll stop worrying when Poe gets back.” You told her, wincing as another false contraction rippled across your back. “Besides, Leia said this sort of stuff is normal. She called it ‘nesting.’” 

Jess chuckled, leather creaking as she stood from the couch and came to stand beside the dresser, fiddling with a stuffed runyip plush before setting it down. You watched her admire the small set up you had for the baby, multi-coloured blankets and stuffed toys packed neatly into bins, a single crib resting under the window with jungle themed sheets on the mattress. “I can’t believe you’re gonna be a mom. I can’t believe Poe’s gonna be a dad,” 

“You and me both,” you laughed, a hand resting on your bump as another small, less painful contraction tightened the muscles in your abdomen. “Seems like ages ago when we first met.” 

Before you had the time to reminisce further, the door slid open with a woosh, revealing a very breathless, brightly smiling Rose Tico. “He’s back. Poe’s X-Wing landed, like, ten minutes ago.” 

You huffed, relief flooding your veins and soothing the false contraction. You rested a hand on the change table and leaned against it, thumb rubbing at the ring on the same hand as Jess met your eye, smile widening to match your own. “Thank the Maker. And he’s alright?”

“Not a scratch. He’s debriefing with Horne and Leia now.” Rose reported back, stepping into the room. “How’ve things been today?”

Before you even had the chance to open your mouth, your stomach tightened and you gripped the change table, nearly doubling over. This pain was worse than the ones you’d felt before, and as you felt a rush of water down your legs, you knew that this was no false labour. 

Your panicked eyes flitted between Rose and Jess, eyeing the puddle on the floor as the pain worsened before subsiding. You heaved a breath through your mouth, desperately trying to calm yourself. It did little to help, a whimper escaping you as you straightened your back. “Oh, fuck.”

Poe wanted nothing more than for this — quite honestly, completely useless — debrief to be over. It was just him, Leia, and Horne in the room, discussing the details of the mission. “Look, it took me a day to find them, and another to tail him and get him to lead me to our guy. The place wasn’t heavily guarded, so I took them out in no time. No one followed me, and I got him back here without any issues. Now can I please go see my wife?” 

Of course, you and Poe weren’t married yet, but the moment he put that ring on your finger after finding out you were pregnant, you might as well have been. 

“Of course, Commander, you may—” Leia’s datapad beeping cut her sentence short. Poe nearly groaned as she held up a finger to check the urgent message, a grin splitting her lips as her eyes trailed across the screen. “Apologies, Poe. You may go, but I suggest you head to the medbay. It seems your child has perfect timing.”

The wide, bright smile that spread across Poe lips, lighting up his features, sent warmth straight to Leia’s heart. She was glad to see him so happy, and entirely unbothered as he shot from his seat, barely waiting for the meeting room door to open before he slid through the gap, footsteps echoing through the hall as he ran for his life. 

By the time Poe reached the medbay, you were already in a private room, sweating and gritting your teeth with Jess and Rose on either side of you. One of the few non-droid nurses conversed with a med-droid as you lay in the bed, dressed in a medical gown with a blanket draped over your lower half. 

The door slid open, revealing the sight to Poe, who sighed and was by your side immediately. “Hey, baby, how’re you doing? You okay?”

“Well, my body’s currently trying to tear itself apart to get this baby out of me, so I’d say I’m doing just fine, Dameron,” you gritted the words out, squirming in the bed as Rose and Jess slipped from the room with quiet praises and hands on shoulders, wishing you both good luck. 

Poe’s hand instantly slipped into yours, squeezing once as he rested the other above your head, leaning down to press a kiss to your sweat-slick skin. He felt you squeeze back, your grip tightening as you gritted your teeth, another contraction passing over you. “You’re okay, baby. You’re okay,” he whispered, leaning his forehead on your temple. 

Just as the wave of pain began to pass, the nurse, Jane, approached with a gentle smile. “You’re almost there, love. Is it okay if I check your cervix?”

“Mhmm,” you whimpered with a nod, blowing out a shaking breath as Poe lifted his head. 

“How long have you been in labour?” Poe asked, squeezing your hand. 

You huffed, tossing your head back onto the pillows. “No clue.” 

“What do you mean, ‘no clue’?” Poe furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at the nurse and back at you. “Wouldn’t you have felt the contractions?”

“Not between the constant false ones,” you grimaced. “And before you ask, my water broke when Rose came to tell me you were finally home. So I’m kind of blaming all of this on you.” 

Poe laughed, trying to ignore the tears blurring his vision. “Blame it all on me, baby. I don’t mind.” 

Jane stood, peeling the glove from her hand as she smiled again. “Almost there, mom. If you feel at all like you have to push, let me know and we’ll go from there, okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, voice breathy and tired as you squeezed Poe’s hand again. “Will do. Is it okay if my signal is screaming bloody murder? Because I might have to do that if this gets any worse.” 

The nurse laughed, heading back to the med-droid, who Poe noticed was now preparing some sort of incubator for the baby. He wondered exactly what was going to happen. He’d heard often that this would be a defining moment in his life; a moment that would change who he was to the very core. Poe had heard plenty about the day he was born from his father growing up, but he hadn’t believed what he was hearing until now, standing in the room with you, watching the med-droid and nurse work simultaneously to get everything ready for the arrival of your child and to make sure you were as comfortable as you could be. 

As another contraction passed over you, you whimpered, tears building in your eyes as you breathed your way through the pain. “Poe,” you whispered, your voice tinged with pain, sending a deep ache straight to Poe’s chest. “Poe, I don’t— I’m scared,” you admitted, glancing up to meet his eyes, watching the worry pool in them to meet the fear shining in yours. “I’m so scared,” 

“Hey,” Poe called, his voice gentle but firm as he stroked the hair away from your forehead. “We’ll be just fine, okay? All three of us are gonna be fine. Maybe it isn’t how we planned, but we’re safe. And I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. Our baby isn’t going anywhere. And neither are you. I promise.” 

You nodded, another whimper passing through your lips as you brought your bottom lip between your teeth, biting hard and scrunching your face as another, longer contraction wracked your body. You grunted and groaned, one hand gripping the sheets and the other crushing Poe’s hand. But he kept smoothing your hair, whispering to you, his voice soothing you through the sound of blood rushing through your ears. 

“I think— oh, fuck— I think I need to push,” you huffed, voice strained as the pressure built in your abdomen, stretching and pulling at every muscle in your body. “Jane, I—” your voice crackled, fizzling out with a powerful groan as Jane rushed you, a stool under her and gloves on in an instant. 

“You’re doing great, mom. When you feel another contraction, I want you to give it all you’ve got, okay? Put everything behind it and just push.” Jane advised, peeking her head over the sheet that the med-droid had put in place of the blanket. 

“Is— Is there anything I can do?” Poe asked, his voice breaking as he adjusted his hold on your hand, the other still resting on the back of your head. He looked like a mess, hair mussed from running and eyes wide, shimmering and worried. 

“Be there for her.” Jane answered. “However she needs you to be.” 

Poe only nodded, adjusting his stance to bring his lips to your forehead again as you grit your teeth. Your grip on his hand tightened again, the force of the contraction and the effort you were exerting pushing your chin into your chest. Poe slid his hand to rest between your shoulder blades, supporting as much of your weight as you would let him. 

The pain had been bad before, but the added pressure of actually pushing made the ache in your limbs unbearable. Your muscles were sore from the constant tension, your fingers numb from the pressure you’d squeezed Poe’s hand with. When the pain subsided, and your head fell back, tears mingled with the sweat covering you. You took gulping breaths, huffing in and out to try to bring some relief to your body. Nothing was registering in your mind anymore; you could hear voices speaking to you, giving you words of encouragement, but the pain was blinding. Every inch of you felt broken and aching, and you knew that even after it was over, you would still feel it. 

Then the cycle repeated itself — once more, then another, and then… everything stopped. Relief flooded your body, numbing everything in you as muted cries flooded the room, growing sharper as you came back into yourself. Your vision cleared, catching Poe’s trembling hand as the nurse handed him a pair of medical scissors. Finally, you were able to breathe. Your head fell back onto the bed, the pillow beneath you providing comfort as you watched Jane bring the baby over to the incubator. 

Poe had never felt so much love until he heard his child cry. The wails of fresh life, untouched and full of possibility, filled his heart impossibly full, leaving it with no choice but to hurt with every beat, to ache with every breath his daughter took. He cut the cord with blurred vision, tears already beginning to fall as Jane smiled, carrying the baby over to the med-droid to clean her up. As she did, the baby still wailing loudly, Poe returned to your side, cupping your cheek and bringing your gaze to meet his. 

“Hey,” he whispered, not trusting his voice. His heart warmed at the tired smile that spread across your face, eyes opening to meet him. “You okay?”

“‘M fine,” you muttered. “Is the baby—?”

“Fine. She’s perfect.” He smiled, watching your face light up. 

“It’s a girl?” You whispered, voice laced through with emotions even Poe could feel. “We have a daughter?” 

Poe nodded, sniffling as fresh tears began to fall. He opened his mouth to speak, only to find Jane standing at your side, holding a loosely wrapped baby Dameron. 

“I think someone wants to meet you,” she spoke gently, smiling down at you. 

Wordlessly, you took the baby from Jane, who adjusted your bed so you could sit up straighter without injuring yourself. The moment your daughter was cradled in your arms, then against the skin of your chest, you knew nothing else mattered as much as this did. As she did. 

“Poe, look at her,” you breathed, choking on your own voice as the baby gurgled, deep brown eyes latching onto nothing in particular with her cheek squished into your chest. “She’s beautiful.”

Poe nodded, his eyes stuck on his daughter as she squirmed, face flushed and brows furrowed. When they flickered up to you, Poe found you staring down at your daughter, a finger stroking her back gently as she lay against you, moving slightly with every breath you took. “Are you still scared?” Poe whispered.

“I’m absolutely terrified,” you whispered back. “But we’re doing this together, and I know you’re scared, too. And that makes me feel a bit better.” 

Poe huffed a quiet laugh, his hand settling on the back of his daughter’s head as he kept his gaze on you. “Of course I’m scared. I’m scared shitless. But if I’m sure of one thing, it’s that she’s worth it.” 

You sniffled, nodding and lifting your head, capturing Poe’s lips in a quick, loving kiss. When you pulled back, both of your gazes fell to your daughter, who now seemed to be fast asleep, mouth slightly open and a fist curled against your medical gown. 

“I think I have a name for her,” you said as Poe sat on the edge of the bed. 

“You do?”

“Yeah. I know we were thinking about using Alex, because it would work either way, but…” you glanced down at your hand, resting gently across your baby girl’s back. “I think we should name her after your mom.”

If it was even possible, Poe’s eyes filled with more warmth, tears glistening within them once more as he moved his gaze from the baby to you. “Are you sure?”

You smiled gently, your right hand grasping for Poe’s where it rested on the bed. “Of course I am. Your mother was an amazing woman, Poe. I want to honour that.” 

Poe’s smile matched yours as he nodded, adjusting himself to press a featherlight kiss to the baby’s forehead and rest his hand over yours on her back. “Okay.” The baby cooed, adjusting herself under her parent’s combined touch, settling back into sleep as Poe spoke. “It’s nice to meet you, Shara.”

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[420days]

OH BABY! | ROMAN REIGNS

“Girl, you in here stressing my brother out?” Roman’s sister, Gina asked as she walked into the couple’s bedroom where Tati was sitting on the bed with attitude all over her face.

“No, I just don’t want to go.” Her face and tone immediately softened when she came into the room. Roman’s sister was like the big sister she never had and always looked out for her.

Whenever her and Roman would get into it she would vent to her.

Whenever she needed advice she could call her.

Whenever she just needed to cry she would call her becasue she knew she would be there.

Roman knew the only way she was attending this baby shower was if he called his sister to come and talk with her.

Through the pregnancy she has been feeling nothing but insecure due to the changes in her body. Her face got chubbier, her nose was always swollen, and not to mention she gained some much weight from the twins she was carrying.

She wasn’t feeling anything like herself and hated leaving the house unless she absolutely had to. Roman did all that he could to make her feel better about her self which worked most of the time but today she was being extra stubborn.

“Well why not? You don’t wanna celebrate my nieces?” She stood over her and rubbed her big belly.

“Sister, I look a mess. My hair isn’t even done.”

“That’s nothing. We can fix your hair real cute and I know you have a pretty ass dress. Come on and get up.” She tapped her thigh.

Rolling her eyes she stood up from the bed and made her way into her beauty room where her stuff for the baby shower was already set up.

“Now, how were you doing your hair?”

“I was gonna do a cute side part with layers but I don’t even know anymore cause that’s a lot. The wig isn’t even on yet.” She sighed in frustration.

“Girl, just give me the wig.”

The two of them sat in silence as she installed the honey blonde wig exactly the way Tati wanted it. It didn’t take much for her to get it done and Tati was already feeling better once she looked in the mirror.

“Ugh, I’m hungry now. Is he mad at me?” She asked at she looked in the mirror at her sister in law.

“Mad? No. You just had my poor baby brother stressed out. He called me like ‘can you please come get your sister” She laughed.

Picking her phone up from the vanity she sent him a message telling him she was hungry. In a matter of seconds he responded saying he would bring her something up. After a few minutes he walked into the room and handed her the food he made.

“Thank you my baby.” She ran her hand over her husband’s beard and tried to butter him up. She knew he was slightly annoyed with her from earlier even if he didn’t want to show it.

“You’re welcome. You look pretty.” He glanced over at her and admired the glow she had. It was much different from the way she looked this morning.

“Thank you, I’m sorry for being a brat earlier. I’ll make it up to you later… hopefully” Tati giggled as he rubbed small circles into her big stomach

“Don’t worry about it baby.” He kissed her lips.

“Y’all better not be disturbing my nieces while y’all are being grown and nasty.” Gina spoke up.

“They’re in the way anyways. I mean we don’t do anything that would affect them. We do other things.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Ew girl! I don’t wanna hear that.” She sucked her teeth and the three of them busted out laughing.

“You’re wearing these heels?”

“I’m gonna wear them when we go in but best believe I’ll be wearing these anywhere else.” Tati held up furry white slides that showed her freshly painted toes.

“Yeah cause my brother was gonna be on you about those too.” She mumbled and Tati glanced over at Roman who just shook his head at her.

“You ready to go?”

“Mmh, let’s go.” She nodded her head.

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The Younger Kind Part 53 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is surprised by what Maverick has to tell him, and he's not sure how to convey his mixed feelings to you. The urge to keep everything inside is strong, but you catch on right away and shut it down. In the end, he's not sure he has made the right decision.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, pregnancy topics, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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There was something a bit ominous about the way Maverick said, "Rooster. We need to talk." 

Bradley followed him toward the tower immediately, getting more annoyed by the second. This was supposed to be an exciting day. You and Bradley had started telling people you were engaged. It was a shame that Casey was among the first to find out, but Bradley had expected Maverick of all people to remember his plans for the weekend. 

But Bradley didn't say a word until they were inside the tower in private. "She said yes, by the way," he told his godfather blandly. "I proposed after the air show."

Maverick grinned and pulled him in for a tight hug that Bradley barely returned. "That's wonderful. I was just about to ask, but I knew she would say yes." He slapped him on the back before releasing him. "So it's safe to tell Penny now?"

Bradley rolled his eyes and couldn't help but smile. "Yeah. It's safe. She can't ruin anything at this point."

Then Maverick's smile started to fade, and Bradley remembered exactly why he had followed him here to begin with. "We really do need to talk, Bradley, and I'm not sure you're going to want to hear this right now."

Bradley braced his hand on the wall next to him and asked, "Are you deploying me?"

"Not exactly," he replied as if he was trying to choose his words very carefully. 

But Bradley was so used to being spoiled right now, he didn't have the patience for this. He had you and Noah and now a baby and a wedding, too. "Just spit it out, Mav. Please."

He glanced around and cleared his throat, and Bradley's nerves just got worse when he finally spoke. "Your name came up behind closed doors. The admirals have you listed as a top selection for a training mission."

"What kind of training?" Bradley asked, wishing he would just get on with it.

Maverick's voice dropped lower as he said, "Sixth-generation fighters. Nothing that's available in the U.S. You'd be one of the first to fly them for tactical testing."

"You're joking," Bradley rasped, his body frozen as Maverick shook his head. 

"It's no joke. It's also optional. Not your traditional deployment. Nobody is going to force you to go this time. I can't supply you with many more details unless you give your verbal and written agreement to participate, but I can say that this would go a long way toward career advancement."

"Shit." 

You were pregnant. This was not the best time to leave for optional training. But six-generation technology was something he might never get to experience during his career unless he partook in this. It would be years, maybe even a decade, before Naval aviators were flying these jets off of carriers for real missions. He knew exactly what this meant. He could be among the very first to take them up in the air, and his flight details could help shape the way these jets were eventually distributed to the United States and used by the military. "Jesus, Mav."

He nodded in response. "I know the timing isn't ideal for you and your family, but it's something you should seriously consider. Go home and talk to your fiancée about it, and if you decide you want to be included in the meeting on Thursday, let me know."

"Right," Bradley muttered. "Am I dismissed?"

"Yeah. Head home. I'll see you tomorrow."

Bradley should have gone directly home and waited for you and Noah to arrive, but instead he took his time in the locker room. He tried to imagine what it would be like to leave you for a few weeks or months while you were pregnant, but it made him feel too uncomfortable. He could turn the opportunity down without even mentioning it to you. That actually sounded like a pretty good plan. 

While he showered and got changed, he felt guilty in a different way. He didn't want to hide this from you even though all he wanted to do was protect you. And part of him really wanted to fly these prototype jets. If he did, he could leave a lasting impression on the future of Naval aviation even after he was done spending time in the cockpit.

"Fuck," he muttered as he packed all of his things up for the day and headed outside to his Bronco. It was actually pretty late now, and there was no doubt you were at home with Noah, probably making dinner. But Bradley took a detour to the coffee shop first, and then he stood there like an idiot for a few seconds, because he wasn't sure if you were still supposed to have caffeine or not. 

He ended up ordering the decaf version of your favorite drink. Then he asked the barista to borrow a sharpie, and he wrote something new on the cup this time. He stuffed a few dollars into the tip jar and headed home, still completely undecided about what he wanted to do.

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Noah was his usual adorable self, and you wanted to be having a good day, but you were exhausted from work and Casey. Dinner was in the oven, and you were taking the time to carefully cut apples into peanut butter snails for Noah to have as his dessert, but Bradley wasn't even home yet. 

You were looking forward to getting changed out of your wrinkled scrubs and taking a long shower, which would be much easier to do if he were here. Everything was easier with him around. You started planning a trip to Disneyland on your phone while dinner cooked, but you wanted to run it past him before you booked anything. You smiled softly, knowing Bradley would tell you to put it on your princess card before thanking you for planning the next family vacation. But you had your first doctor's appointment coming up and thought it was better to go to Disneyland after that. But October was looking promising.

When you heard the front door open, and Skittles scampered into the living room, you felt your body sag against the counter in relief. "Daddy's home," you told Noah, and he pushed his new dinosaur coloring book aside and followed after Skittles. You brought up the rear, but that just meant that you'd get the longest hug from Bradley when it was your turn. 

"Come here, Mrs. Bradshaw," he rasped after he set Noah and Skittles down, and you were tucked in his embrace with your nose buried against him immediately. It was obvious that he was tired and hungry, but he didn't rush anything. He just held you like his life depended on it. Soft kisses teased along your forehead and temple as he whispered, "I brought you some coffee."

Then you noticed the cup he had set down on the TV stand, and you rubbed your cheek against his chest as you read it. "That's adorable, Daddy." He had scrawled Princess +1 on the cup this time, and it made your face feel warm. "But I think I need to cut back on my caffeine consumption."

"It's decaf, Princess" he whispered, his lips and mustache brushing the shell of your ear. 

The soft moan that left your lips had him chuckling as you said, "The baby and I thank you." Then you ditched his arms in favor of the coffee cup. When the kitchen timer went off, you kept your eyes on Bradley as you walked backwards away from him. "After Noah goes to bed, I want to talk about something important. It rhymes with Tisneyland. I thought we could go next month. After I talk to my doctor, of course."

He winced for a split second, but it would have been impossible to miss. Okay. You thought he made it clear he wanted to go on another family trip. Maybe he changed his mind. "Shit," he whispered, swallowing hard. "We can... we can go. No problem. Whenever you want."

The timer was still buzzing, otherwise you would have pressed the issue. Without another word you turned toward the kitchen and grabbed the oven mitts so you could get dinner on the table. But Bradley was acting strange. He even seemed more subdued with Noah which had you worried. 

"What happened at work?" you asked, sliding a plate of dinner in front of him. 

He shrugged. "Just a regular day. But I did tell Nat we're engaged." At least he smiled when he said that, and then he reached for you, looking up at you as you stood next to him. "Hey, I can't wait to go to Tisneyland with you."

You couldn't help but laugh, but you said, "We don't have to go in October. We can go next year or never. I just thought it was something you wanted to do."

"Book it," he said, squeezing your hip before dropping his hand. "I'll request a day off as soon as you book it after your appointment. We can take a long weekend."

Something was wrong, and you couldn't place it. But his eyes were clouded with doubt and your stomach soured so much, you could barely eat your own dinner. This didn't feel like the sweet man who agreed to go to daycare drop off with you this morning simply because you didn't want to go alone. When you offered to get Noah ready for bed, he agreed without really paying any attention to your words. 

"Come here, Sweet Noah," you whispered after Bradley kissed him goodnight, clearly distracted. You got him into his pajamas and got his teeth brushed, and like usual, he was yawning before his head even hit the pillow. You started to read him the book about farm animals that you picked out a few months ago with Bradley, and even though he was sound asleep by page two, you finished reading it just to have a few extra minutes with him. 

Eventually you found Bradley sitting on the couch with Skittles on his lap. When you leaned against the doorway, he held his hand out to coax you forward. "You didn't tell me about your day," he said softly. 

"I tried to during dinner, but it's like you weren't even there," you bit back, not moving an inch. "What's wrong? You change your mind about getting married?" you asked, holding up your left hand and spinning the ring loose with your fingers. "Or about the baby?"

Now he was up off the couch in an instant, Skittles looking rather alarmed by his sudden movement. "Hey," Bradley snarled, pulling you against him with his left hand and using his right fingers to push your ring back into place. "Don't say that. It's never going to happen."

"Then what's wrong?" you asked, giving him no room to continue to be vague and weird with you. "Just tell me."

"You gonna keep that ring on?" he asked, and you saw a flash of everything you loved so much about him in his eyes.

You pressed up onto your toes and kissed him. "Yes," you whispered before kissing him again and again. "I'll keep it on. Just tell me what's wrong."

He pulled you toward the couch, and after he sat, you straddled his lap while Skittles curled up on the cushion next to you. "Nothing's wrong," he whispered, his big hands sliding down your hips to your thighs, stroking you through the thin fabric of your pants. He was staring at your name where it was embroidered on your scrub shirt instead of meeting your eyes. "Earlier today, Maverick told me about something... interesting."

"Go on," you whispered, raking your fingers through his soft hair. "I already know something's bothering you, so just say it, Daddy."

He nodded slightly and kissed your forearm before he finally met your gaze. "It sounds like there's a brand new fleet of aircrafts with technology updates that have never been flown by American pilots before. I'm on a short list of aviators who have been invited to train on these jets overseas, most likely in the hopes that the Navy will adopt these planes in the future."

You nibbled on your lip and considered his words. "So, it's kind of like a deployment?" you asked, still dragging your fingers through his hair as you scooted a little closer. 

"Sort of," he said softly. "But it's optional. And I'm going to tell Mav I don't want to go. I'll be here, okay? We can go to Disneyland next month."

You studied his handsome face, and while he looked more relaxed now that he told you what Maverick said, you knew that wasn't the end of it. You pieced it together in your mind and leaned the rest of the way to his lips. He accepted your kiss as he rubbed his hands slowly along your thighs. You hummed and let your forehead rest against his. 

Your voice was calm as you asked, "But you do want to go, don't you?"

He remained quiet, but he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you so your body was flush against his and your cheek was resting on his shoulder. You relaxed against the steady rise and fall of his chest and the soothing beating of his heart. 

When he finally spoke, his voice was gravelly and deep, and it made you shiver. "The last thing I want is to be away from you and Noah and the baby. I don't want you under the impression that those thoughts are on my mind, okay? That's not what this is."

"I believe you, Bradley," you whispered against his neck. "But this sounds like a big deal. You made the list? Over so many other people? They chose you to try something brand new?"

His voice was a little more forceful as he said, "I do not want to leave you alone right now. It wouldn't be fair."

You kissed your way up his neck until your lips found his earlobe, and you kissed him there, too. You inhaled the smell of his shampoo as you said, "I love you, and I want to support you as much as you support me. If you want to do this, then I think you should."

There was no denying that you felt safer and more loved when you were with Bradley than you ever had before. But this was his career, and it sounded like he had a chance to be part of something huge. 

"You're right, Baby. I do want to go."

You nodded as he held you. "Do you have any other details?"

"No. There's a meeting on Thursday that I can sit in on if I let Mav know I'm interested, but I doubt I'll get a ton of information short of a departure date and maybe a location unless I sign on for this thing."

You kissed his cheek and pulled away so you could look at his face. "Next time, just tell me what's on your mind instead of trying to make an important decision without me."

"I'm sorry," he whispered, reaching for your left hand and kissing your palm and the spot where the band of your engagement ring wrapped around your finger. "But next time, don't even pretend like you're taking this thing off."

"I won't."

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Somehow Bradley made it all the way to the meeting on Thursday, his curiosity piqued. When he found out where the meeting was being held, he was even more surprised. 

"Come to Admiral Simpson's office promptly at one o'clock," Maverick told him, and Bradley silently thanked you for clearing things up with Cyclone the way you had. There was no way his name would have made it onto any list if you didn't send the man a glass of bourbon at Warlock's retirement party. 

"I'll be there," he promised. And if he was surprised by the location, he was even more surprised when he showed up to find Cyclone and Maverick waiting for him and him alone. 

"Sir?" Bradley asked, standing until he was given permission to sit. He knew better than to ask a single question about the training before he had some information to work with, but his brain was swirling nonstop. You and he stayed up last night making a list of things he needed to know before making a decision. For example, Bradley desperately wanted to fly these sixth-gen fighters, but he wasn't willing to be gone for months on end. Hell, you still hadn't seen your doctor yet. That appointment wasn't happening until Monday.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw," Cyclone said, pushing a folder toward Bradley as he sat down behind his desk. "We chose you for this training protocol. Only you. If you are unwilling, then we will regroup and try to select someone else. However, time is tight and details are going to be scarce unless you agree to participate. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Sir," he replied, and then Cyclone tapped his fingers on the folder before releasing it to Bradley. 

Maverick was standing near the window, and Bradley got the feeling that his godfather was proud of him. He still wasn't sure why he was the only one here, but as he opened the folder and skimmed the pages, many of his immediate questions were answered.

As soon as he saw it, he shook his head. "You want me to fly to Japan on Monday morning? Because if that's a hard set date, then my immediate answer is no." 

He closed the folder and started to hand it back to Cyclone who was sharing a look with Maverick. "And if we could push it to Tuesday?" he asked without taking the folder.

"I'm listening," Bradley replied, honestly wondering what he had that the other pilots didn't.

Maverick stepped away from the window. "Bradl- Lieutenant Bradshaw," he corrected right away. Bradley realized it was hard for both of them to separate their professional relationship from the personal one they shared, especially when they did things like take family vacations together. "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You were chosen for your skill set and the way you prioritize communication. We don't want to have to select someone else, especially when we believe you'd be the best pilot available."

Cyclone cleared his throat and added, "Consider Tuesday morning your new departure time. Do you have an answer?"

Bradley blinked at him a few times, glanced down at the information in the folder, and then looked up again. "You need me to give you an answer right now? Sir?"

He nodded once and folded his hands. "Before you leave my office."

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You were too tired to do anything after work except pick Noah up from preschool. Seriously, if Casey even tried to talk to you, it was going to be her funeral. But for once, luck was on your side, because she wasn't even there. You signed Noah out without incident and headed home to talk about this special training mission.  

Bradley must have learned his lesson from earlier this week. You couldn't believe he was about to make a decision without you like that, just to try to save you the stress. You could handle it. After your appointment on Monday, you could handle anything that came your way. 

When he got home shortly after you did, he told you immediately that he needed to talk to you. He kissed Noah on the top of his head and pulled you to the kitchen doorway, a frantic look on his face as he stroked your cheek with his fingers. "I'm going."

Your heart plummeted. He really did decide without talking to you about the details. You wanted him to go, but you also wanted to talk about the pros and cons with him first. But in the end, you really had no say here at all. "You are? I thought we were going to talk it through."

"We were," he whispered. "That was my intention, Princess. But they made me decide before I could leave Cyclone's office."

You made a concerned face. "Cyclone's office? How did everyone fit in there?"

Bradley shook his head, his cheeks a little ruddy from frustration or embarrassment, you weren't sure which. "They didn't, Princess. It was just me. I was the whole list of people."

"Oh," you gasped. It was hard for you to understand at times that he was at the top of his career, because he was just as devoted to his life at home. With you and Noah. "Where are you going? And when do you leave?"

"Japan," he rasped, his face full of guilt now. "And I leave on Tuesday morning."

The pounding of your heart was making you feel nauseous. "Tuesday?"

He nodded. "They originally wanted me to leave on Monday, and if that was the case, I was ready to turn it down, no further questions asked."

"You were?"

His eyes went wide. "I'm not missing the first appointment for something optional."

You nodded slowly, because that brought up your next question. You sensed he might be missing subsequent appointments. "When will you be back?"

He wrapped his hands around your hips and pulled you closer to him. "I have no idea."

Then you started to cry, and you felt like such an idiot. You wanted him to go.  You wanted him to have this experience and impact new pilots in the future, but you also thought you'd have a little more time before he left. "Just come back safely," you whispered while he let you cry in his arms.

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Bradley noticed right away that you were a little distant. Maybe you needed a day or two to process everything, but in another day or two, he'd be packing and leaving. He thought he was doing what you wanted him to, but you cried yourself to sleep on Thursday. You were obviously exhausted and frankly kind of moody, and now he was kicking himself for agreeing to a training mission that had no disclosed ending date. 

"Fuck," he grunted on Saturday afternoon when he took Noah to the park so you could have some time to yourself. Pretty soon, you'd be on single, pregnant parent duty around the clock for probably weeks on end. Bradley's guilt was really prevalent now.

"Daddy?" Noah asked as he was being pushed on the swing. 

"Yeah, Bub?"

"Can I have a Halloween costume?"

"Of course," Bradley groaned, cradling his forehead in his hand. Halloween was still six weeks away, but he could already imagine the tears in his son's eyes if he wasn't home in time for trick-or-treating. Hell, he hadn't even explained to Noah that he was going away again yet. "You can pick something out with Mommy," he added, his voice harsh now.

Noah looked back at him over his shoulder and started to slow himself down. When he jumped out of the swing, he ran to Bradley who scooped him up. "Can we go home?" he asked. He wrapped his arms around Bradley's neck like he could tell he needed a hug. "I miss Mommy and Skittles."

Bradley kissed his son's cheek. "You know what? I miss them, too. Let's go home." He buckled Noah in and drove slowly. He should probably start packing tonight, but he was just dying to spend some time alone with you. The last thing he wanted was to return to a quiet house and a quiet fiancée right now. You and he were going to need to have another conversation about this, and he already felt like a jerk for wanting to have everything. 

When he pulled into the driveway as the sun was starting to set, you were in the front yard with Skittles on her leash. You were wearing one of your little floral dresses, and Bradley almost ran into your car as he looked at you. God, he was stupid for voluntarily agreeing to leave you. Once he was parked, you opened the back door and started unbuckling Noah and lifting him out like the most devoted mom in the world, and Bradley was about to lose his mind if he couldn't sort this out tonight.

"Hey, Daddy," you said softly as you turned, holding a very sleepy looking Noah against your shoulder. "Should we feed him dinner and get him in bed?"

"I think so," Bradley replied, eyeing you up and down, his gaze catching on your glossy lips. "You look gorgeous. Why are you all dressed up?"

You shrugged like it was nothing. "I just wanted to look cute for you."

His eyebrows shot up in response. "Don't you always?"

A soft smile found your lips as you started to head for the front door with Noah. Bradley followed you inside, and once Noah was eating leftovers, he pulled you into the hallway where he pushed you back against the wall. 

"Does this mean we can talk about some things tonight?" he asked, stroking your bottom lip before kissing you softly. 

You moaned gently into his mouth as his weight pressed against you. "Yes," you whispered. "Of course. We can talk about anything you want."

"You told me you wanted me to fly this mission," he said, and you nodded before you kissed the tip of his nose.

"I know. And I do. I just needed to process everything. The timeline just threw me off a little bit. And if I'm being honest, it's never not going to be scary when you leave."

"I'm coming back," he promised, knowing full well he only had so much control over that. "I'm coming back to my family as soon as I can."

This time when you nodded, you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the lips. "I know, Daddy," you whimpered between filthy kisses, rubbing yourself against him. He rutted you back into the wall, and you moaned his name as he cupped your ass. And that's when he felt it, firm against his fingertips compared to the softness of your body.

"Fuck," he grunted, easing your dress up inch by inch until he was touching the silicone. 

"Do you want me to put my crown on to match?" you asked sweetly as he spread you open wider with his hands. "I can be your going away present."

Bradley leaned closer until his lips were pressed to your ear. "I want you in bed with your crown on as soon as Noah's asleep. Then I'm going to fuck the absolutely shit out of you. And then after that, I'm going to make love to you until you're satisfied. And then we're going to talk about everything that's going to happen while I'm in Japan until we're both comfortable with all of it. And then we're going to start planning our wedding."

"Yes," you agreed. "That's exactly how I want to spend our evening."

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Just a few more chapters left. Do you think he made a good decision? Leaving Princess right now? Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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