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✨His second exception - Pt. 16/?✨

Summary: The moment Ben found out you were pregnant was probably the happiest moment of his life. However, happiness proved fleeting. Now, he is faced with the aftermath of his shattered dreams. Of what is left of you, and what is left of him.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, angst, Ben being a bit rough, fluff

Word Count: 5866

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 16 of "His second exception".

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙

“Get off your skirt”, he ordered, his voice low and commanding, laced with an edge that sent a shiver down your spine. There was no room for argument in his tone, and you knew immediately what was coming. This was Ben’s way of dealing with the day’s emotional fallout—his bruised ego from finding out you’d gotten yourself off without him, and the shame he felt from his earlier confession. He wasn’t going to talk about it anymore; he was going to channel everything into this moment, asserting control in the only way he knew how.

For a second, you hesitated, a mix of anticipation and trepidation coursing through you. But you knew that this was what he needed right now—to reclaim some sense of power and control, not just over you, but over himself. And despite the tension, you trusted him. You knew how much he cared, how much he loved you, even if it sometimes manifested in ways that were rougher, more primal.

Without breaking eye contact, you reached down and slowly unzipped your skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a soft whisper of fabric. Ben’s eyes darkened as he watched, his expression unyielding as he took in the sight of you standing there, vulnerable and exposed. The air between you crackled with a tense, electric energy, and you felt your pulse quicken under his gaze.

“Good girl”, he murmured, the praise a sharp contrast to the harshness of his earlier command. But there was no softness in his tone—it was filled with a possessive satisfaction, a need to reassert his dominance over you, over the situation. He took a step closer, his hands reaching out to grasp your hips with a firmness that bordered on roughness, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you toward him.

You gasped softly at the suddenness of his touch, your breath hitching as he pressed you up against the desk. “Ben…”, you started, but he silenced you with a hard look, one that told you that now wasn’t the time for words.

This was his way of coping, of reclaiming what he felt had slipped away from him. He wasn’t going to be gentle—not after everything that had happened today. But you also knew that, despite the intensity, there was a deep current of care beneath it all, a need to reconnect with you on a level that went beyond words.

Ben’s hands moved with a practiced efficiency, pushing you down onto the desk, positioning you exactly where he wanted you. There was a sense of inevitability to it, a surrender on your part that you knew would give him what he needed to feel whole again. As his hands roamed over your body, you could feel the controlled desperation in his touch, the way he was holding himself back just enough to make sure you felt the force of his need without crossing any lines.

He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he growled, “You’re mine. Don’t ever forget that”.

The click of his belt and the sound of his zipper were stark against the otherwise quiet room, heightening the intensity of the moment.

Ben's actions were precise, his urgency evident in the way he moved. As he adjusted you on the desk, his hand reached down, pulling your panties aside with a swift, practiced motion. His fingers grazed your skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

He steadied you with one hand on your hip, his grip firm and unyielding, providing both support and a sense of control. With his other hand, he guided himself into position, the intimacy of the moment underscoring the raw need that had driven him here.

You felt the careful alignment, the moment when everything came together, the connection between you palpable and undeniable.

With a deep, guttural growl, Ben pushed into you hard, the force of his movement reflecting all the pent-up frustration and emotion he had been holding back. But even in that intensity, his instinct to protect you remained. His arm wrapped firmly around your waist, holding you steady against him, ensuring your belly didn’t press against the hard surface of the desk.

His other hand gripped your hip with a possessive strength, keeping you anchored as he began to move. Each thrust was powerful but controlled, the primal edge softened only by his awareness of your pregnancy. He was rough, yes, but in a way that still took care of you, ensuring that you felt his need without compromising your safety.

Ben’s breath was hot against your skin, his voice a low growl as he murmured, “Mine”, punctuated by a deep thrust, reaffirming the connection between you.

As Ben’s movements continued, each thrust deeper and more possessive than the last, you found yourself pressed tightly against him, your palms flat against the cool surface of the desk.

You whimpered, overwhelmed by the intensity, unable to form words or coherent thoughts. All you could do was feel—the raw, overwhelming presence of Ben, the way he claimed you, the deep, grounding connection that pulsed between you despite the storm of emotions.

Ben’s voice was a low rumble in your ear, each word laced with possession and a fierce tenderness. “This is what you need, isn’t it?”, he grumbled.

“Remind you what it’s like to be mine”, he mumbled, his voice low and almost reverent. The words were spoken in a rough, almost desperate tone, as if he were trying to etch his presence into every part of you, to make sure you felt his claim beyond just the physical.

His grip tightened, pulling you closer as his pace increased. “I need you to remember”, he continued, his voice breaking slightly with emotion, “to remember what it means to be with me”.

As the intensity escalated, Ben’s actions became even more purposeful and powerful. His hand, previously firm on your hip, slid around to the front, finding the sensitive area between your legs with precision. His touch was intense and focused, pressing just hard enough to send a surge of sensations through you.

His grip was strong, his fingers skilled as they moved with a deep knowledge of what made you unravel. The sudden, overwhelming stimulus coupled with his relentless pace brought you quickly to the edge. You felt a rush of heat, a building pressure that promised release.

As you shook in his arms, overwhelmed by the sensation, Ben’s breath against your neck grew more ragged, matching the tremors that coursed through your body. “That’s it”, he growled softly, his voice a mix of triumph and deep satisfaction as he felt you come undone under his touch.

As your climax washed over you, the tremors of your release seemed to trigger Ben’s own. His breath caught, a low grunt escaping him as he drove into you with one last, hard thrust. You could feel him tense, his grip tightening on you as he reached his peak, the deep sound of his satisfaction filling the air.

Ben’s movements slowed, each breath he took seemed to steady him as he remained close, still joined with you. There was a moment of quiet intensity as he pressed his forehead against your back, his body heaving with the effort of controlling his breathing.

The air around you was thick with the heat of your combined exertions, and as he finally relaxed, his arms wrapped around you more gently now, holding you close in a tender, protective embrace. His presence was enveloping, a solid reassurance of his commitment and desire for you.

You remained there for a moment, trying to catch your breath, your body still trembling slightly from the intensity of the moment. Ben, however, was already pulling away, the shift in his demeanor subtle but unmistakable. He withdrew carefully, tugging himself back into his pants and fastening his belt with a swift motion. His expression was distant now, the raw emotion from earlier replaced with his familiar stoic calm.

“We’re leaving in an hour”, he mumbled, his voice gruff, as he turned and walked toward the door without looking back. His steps were purposeful, his tone signaling that the conversation was over—for now at least. It was his way of regaining control, of putting up the walls again after showing so much vulnerability.

You stood there, still leaning against the desk, feeling the abrupt change in the atmosphere. The closeness from moments ago seemed to evaporate with his departure, leaving you alone to gather yourself. You took a deep breath, trying to process everything, your mind still swirling with the emotions that had been laid bare between you.

Ben, as always, was complicated—his tenderness wrapped in layers of harshness, his love fierce but sometimes hard to access. You knew him well enough to understand that this was how he coped, how he protected himself from feeling too exposed. But even so, the abruptness of his exit left you feeling a little off balance.

You straightened up, fixing your clothes and running a hand through your hair as you prepared yourself for whatever came next. You had an hour, but you knew Ben was already compartmentalizing, putting everything into boxes in his mind as he always did. You, however, were still lingering in the moment, feeling the weight of the connection you’d just shared.

Later that night, after the whirlwind of emotions and intensity had subsided, the house felt quieter, calmer. You stood in the kitchen, freshly showered and feeling more at ease, dressed in your cozy pajamas as you prepared dinner. The warm, homely atmosphere was amplified by the crackling fire that Ben had just lit in the living room. The temperatures had begun to dip with the arrival of the colder season, and the fire’s warmth filled the space, making everything feel more peaceful.

Ben had calmed down significantly from earlier, his usual brooding intensity now replaced with a more serene presence. You could hear him moving around in the living room, probably adding more wood to the fire or settling in with a drink. Despite the earlier tension, things between you felt steadier now, the air cleared after everything that had happened.

As you reached up to grab a kitchen towel from the top shelf, you realized it was just out of your reach. You stretched, standing on your tiptoes, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t quite get it.

“Soldier Boy!”, you called out, a little laugh escaping you as you gave up trying to reach the shelf. “Can you help me with something?”.

You heard his heavy footsteps approaching, and a moment later, Ben appeared in the doorway, his expression soft, the earlier roughness gone. His eyes swept over you, taking in the sight of you in your pajamas, and for a brief moment, his lips quirked into a small smile.

“What’s the problem?”, he asked, his voice still gruff but without the edge.

“I can’t reach the towels”, you admitted with a sheepish smile, pointing to the top shelf where he had stocked them.

He huffed softly in amusement, walking over to you without a word. His large frame made the task effortless—he reached up, grabbed the towels, and handed them to you with a casual ease that made you laugh.

“You really shouldn’t put them so high”, you teased, taking the towels from his hand.

Ben shrugged, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Maybe you just need to grow taller”.

You rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head. “Or maybe you just need to think about us short people once in a while”.

He chuckled, his rough exterior softening as he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before turning back toward the living room. The warmth from the fire mixed with the comfort of the moment, making everything feel settled, at least for now.

As Ben disappeared back into the living room, you returned to preparing dinner, a small smile lingering on your face as the warmth from Ben’s brief touch lingered around you.

Half an hour later, with dinner finally finished, you joined Ben in the living room. He was sitting by the fire, the glow from the flames casting warm shadows across the room. You walked over to him, holding a plate of steak and potatoes—his favorite, something you knew would lift his spirits. You just wanted to make him feel good, to show him in your own way that everything was okay between you both, even after the rough day.

As you handed him the plate, he looked up at you with an appreciative glint in his eyes, taking the meal with a soft grunt of thanks. You knew how much Ben adored a good steak, and the way his eyes lingered on the food before he started eating told you you’d made the right call.

“Figured you could use this”, you said with a small smile, settling down next to him with your own plate. You had made yourself a light meal of veggies, something you knew you could eat without feeling sick.

Ben cut into the steak, taking a bite and letting out a satisfied hum. “You know how to make a man feel spoiled”, he said, his tone gruff but filled with appreciation.

You laughed softly, taking a small bite of your veggies. “Just wanted to make sure you’re feeling good”, you replied. “It’s been a long day”.

He glanced over at you, his expression softening. “Yeah”, he agreed, “but this helps”.

The two of you sat in companionable silence for a while, the crackling of the fire and the warmth of the room creating a calming atmosphere. You could feel Ben relaxing more and more as he ate, the tension that had lingered between you earlier finally dissipating.

The rest of the evening passed peacefully, the earlier stress and tension replaced with a quiet, comforting closeness.

A month had passed, and now, at the beginning of December, you were five months pregnant. The changes in your body were becoming undeniable. By now, your small bump had become noticeable, no matter what you tried to wear to conceal it. The reality of your pregnancy was something you could no longer hide, not from yourself and certainly not from others.

The nausea hadn’t let up entirely, and you still battled waves of exhaustion. To make matters worse, in the past few days, you had started to experience back pain—a dull, constant ache that added another layer of discomfort to your already tired body. Despite these challenges, you’d managed to maintain your weight, keeping as healthy as you could with Ben’s constant hovering and encouragement.

Now, sitting in the doctor’s office, you waited for your regular checkup. Ben was right beside you, as he always was during your appointments, his large hand resting protectively on your knee. His presence was a steady source of reassurance, even when he didn’t say much. His gaze was focused, keeping an eye on everything as the nurse checked your vitals and administered the necessary vitamins.

You glanced down at your belly, the small but definite bump, and placed your hand over it absentmindedly. You felt Ben’s eyes on you, and when you looked up, his expression was softer than usual. He didn’t need to say anything for you to know that despite all his earlier worries, he was in awe of the life growing inside you.

The doctor came in, a clipboard in hand, and smiled warmly at the two of you. “Everything’s looking good so far”, she said, her voice calm and reassuring. “Your vitals are stable, and your weight gain is on track. Have you been experiencing any new symptoms since the last checkup?”.

You exchanged a quick glance with Ben before answering. “The nausea is still there, though not as bad as it was before”, you admitted. “But I’ve started getting some back pain in the last few days”.

The doctor nodded, making a note on the clipboard. “That’s pretty common around this stage, especially as the baby grows and your body adjusts. We can recommend some exercises or stretches that might help with the discomfort. But overall, you’re doing well. Just keep listening to your body and taking it easy”.

Ben, who had been mostly quiet, finally spoke up. “And the vitamins? Are they working?”. His voice held a hint of his usual gruffness, but you could tell he was just making sure you were getting everything you needed.

The doctor smiled reassuringly. “Yes, the vitamins are doing their job. We’ll continue monitoring, but so far, everything’s going as it should”.

As the appointment wrapped up, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief. Despite the nausea, the exhaustion, and now the back pain, the baby was healthy, and that was what mattered most.

Once you were back in the car with Ben, you sighed softly, leaning your head back against the seat. “Well, looks like hiding this bump isn’t an option anymore”, you said with a small smile, resting your hand over your belly.

Ben glanced over at you as you rested in the passenger seat, his hand still loosely gripping the wheel. The corners of his mouth twitched into a faint smile. “Yeah, I guess it’s about time we´re filling in the team”.

You chuckled softly, knowing how protective Ben had been over you these last few months. The idea of finally telling everyone about the pregnancy didn’t feel as daunting now that you were both more settled into the idea. “Tomorrow, then”, you mumbled, your hand resting on your bump, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nerves about making the big announcement. “We’ll tell them”.

Today, though, was a day for just the two of you. A day off from work, a break from the constant chaos of your lives. Ben had insisted that it was time to start getting the baby’s room ready, and you couldn’t argue with him. He had already repainted the walls, making the space feel fresh and new after what had happened in the room before. It was time to turn it into something positive, something that symbolized the future instead of the past.

“We’ve got a lot to get today”, Ben muttered, his focus shifting to the task ahead. “Changing table, some shelves or storage. I want this room to be ready when the baby comes”.

You smiled, appreciating how much effort Ben was putting into this. He was taking the preparation for the baby seriously, making sure that everything was perfect. You hadn’t even found out the baby’s gender yet, but that didn’t seem to matter. Ben wanted everything to be just right, regardless. And so did you.

As you pulled up to the baby center, you felt a small pang of excitement mixed with the usual fatigue that had been your constant companion throughout the pregnancy. Ben parked the car and quickly got out, moving to your side to help you out of the passenger seat, his hand resting protectively on the small of your back as you walked toward the entrance together.

Inside, the store was filled with rows upon rows of cribs, bassinets, changing tables, and every baby accessory you could think of. It was overwhelming at first, the sheer amount of choices almost making your head spin. Ben, however, seemed determined. He guided you toward the furniture section, his eyes scanning over the options, already mentally measuring how things would fit in the room.

“What do you think?”, he asked, pointing to a sleek, white changing table that caught his eye.

You smiled, leaning into him slightly as you considered it. “I like it. Simple but sturdy”. Your hand instinctively rested on your belly again, as if the baby could sense your thoughts.

Ben grunted in agreement, running his hand over the wood, inspecting it like he was inspecting a weapon, making sure it was strong enough, safe enough for his child. “Yeah, this’ll do”.

As you and Ben wandered through the aisles, you both agreed to keep the crib you already had. It was solid, well-built, and sentimental—it just felt right to use it. But everything else needed to be purchased.

The store was a maze of baby essentials, from strollers and changing tables to high chairs and gliders. Ben’s hand never left your waist as you walked through the aisles, his presence a constant reminder of how invested he was in this. He’d occasionally pick up an item and inspect it, like a changing table with drawers.

After picking out the essentials, you wandered over to the smaller items—soft blankets, baby clothes, and the little things that made your heart swell. Ben was surprisingly good at picking out things, holding up a tiny pair of socks with a smirk. “These are fucking ridiculously small”, he muttered, shaking his head as if he couldn’t quite believe that something so tiny could fit a human being.

You laughed softly, taking the socks from his hand. “Just wait until we see the baby wearing them”.

That seemed to get to him, and for a moment, Ben looked a little dazed, his eyes softening as he imagined the tiny person you were both preparing for.

As you continued picking out more essentials, Ben drifted away from the baby section momentarily, his eyes landing on a shelf full of products aimed at moms-to-be—body oils, lotions, and various other items designed to ease the physical toll of pregnancy. He picked up a few bottles, reading the labels with a focused frown, clearly making mental notes on what might help you. It was sweet, seeing how much attention he paid to every detail, always thinking ahead.

You, on the other hand, were still wrapped up in the moment, carefully folding a tiny onesie when a thought suddenly hit you. The idea of your child having powers—something that had been a quiet concern in the back of your mind—came rushing to the forefront. You glanced down at the little clothes in your hand and mumbled under your breath, “I just hope the baby won’t have laser eyes or something”.

“You think it’ll have powers from the beginning?”, you asked, your voice slightly shaky as you looked over at him, suddenly feeling a bit terrified at the prospect.

Ben had just effortlessly picked up a huge adult-sized massage chair, holding it like it weighed nothing, when he caught your worried expression. He set the chair down with ease, walking over to you with that familiar protective glint in his eyes.

Ben shook his head, sensing the worry in your voice. His large hand found its way to your back, rubbing gentle circles as he spoke. “Worst case, we’ll figure it out”, he said in a low, reassuring tone. “If the kid has powers from the start, I’ll take care of it until it get it under control. I won’t let anything bad happen”.

But instead of easing your concern, his words made your chest tighten. The thought of your child having powers was already frightening enough, but the idea that Ben might have to take over, leaving you unable to care for your own baby, made your heart ache. It wasn’t just about safety—it was about missing out on precious moments, the ones every parent should experience with their newborn.

Your throat tightened as your eyes began to water, the fear and sadness bubbling up before you could stop it. You blinked rapidly, trying to push back the tears, but the emotion overwhelmed you. “I don’t want that”, you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. “I don’t want to miss out on our baby’s life because of… because of powers”.

Ben frowned, clearly not expecting the shift in your mood. He immediately cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to slip down your cheeks. “Hey, hey, come on, don’t fucking do that”, he murmured, his voice softer now, full of concern. “You’re not going to miss anything. We’ll figure it out together. I’m not taking anything away from you, alright?”.

But the thought had already planted itself in your mind, and it hurt more than you’d anticipated. “I just… I don’t want you to have to take over everything”, you admitted, your voice small. “I want to be there. I want to hold our baby, take care of it, and not feel like I’m missing out because I can’t handle it”.

Ben’s face softened at your words, and he pulled you into a tight embrace, his chin resting on the top of your head. “You’re not going to miss a damn thing”, he whispered firmly into your hair. “I’ll be right there with you. We’ll handle it together, no matter what. You’re the mother—nothing’s going to change that”.

You clung to him, letting his warmth and the strength of his arms ground you. He stood there holding you for what felt like forever, not rushing you, just letting you process everything in your own time.

“Are those the hormones kicking in that everyone talks about?”, he asked, his voice warm and teasing, though the tenderness in his tone was unmistakable.

You let out a small laugh through your tears, the weight in your chest starting to lift as his words broke through the tension. You pulled back just enough to look up at him, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “Maybe”, you admitted, your voice still a little shaky, but the corner of your mouth lifting into a faint smile.

Ben brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his fingers gentle as they lingered against your skin. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he tilted his head down toward yours. “Come on, baby”, he murmured, his voice low and full of affection. “Let’s get out of here and head to Taco Bell”.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you laughed softly, knowing full well how much Ben usually fussed over making sure you ate healthy for the baby. Taco Bell wasn’t exactly on his list of approved meals, but he also knew how much you loved it, especially during moments like this when you needed a little comfort food.

“Really? Taco Bell?”, you teased, raising an eyebrow at him. “I thought you were all about the greens and vitamins”.

Ben chuckled, brushing his thumb gently across your cheek. “You’ve been good, taking care of yourself. One Taco Bell trip won’t hurt, and I know how much you love it. Consider it a little treat”.

Your heart warmed at his thoughtfulness. “You’re the best”, you said softly, standing on your toes to give him a quick kiss.

Ben smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist as you both made your way toward the store’s exit. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it”, he joked, but the fondness in his eyes told you otherwise.

After making your purchases, you both headed home, but not before stopping by Taco Bell. The simple pleasure of indulging in your favorite food brought a sense of lightness to the day. Ben watched with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction as you dug into your meal, the tension from earlier easing even further.

Once home, Ben wasted no time diving into the baby room project. He was determined, carefully setting up the furniture while you settled down on the couch with some tea. The sound of him working filled you with a sense of peace.

“How’s it looking so far?”, you called out, playfully peeking your head into the room.

Ben groaned softly, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he glanced at you with a mix of exasperation and amusement. “Stupid-ass instructions”, he grumbled, shaking his head. “Whoever wrote these must’ve had a fucking death wish, ‘cause this doesn’t make any sense”.

You chuckled, stepping into the room and leaning against the doorframe as you watched him wrestle with a piece of furniture that clearly wasn’t cooperating. “Let me guess, they expect you to use tiny screws that somehow don’t even fit?”.

Ben gave you a look, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Exactly. This thing’s a fucking puzzle”.

“Need some help?”, you offered, though you knew he’d probably refuse. Ben was the kind of man who took pride in handling things himself, especially when it came to anything physical. Still, it didn’t hurt to tease him.

He shook his head, smirking despite himself. “I got it. Just need to figure out which genius decided to make a dresser that needs twenty screws for one drawer”.

You laughed, watching as he continued to fiddle with the piece, his frustration clear but softened by the fact that he was doing it for you—and for your baby. There was something endearing about watching him navigate something as mundane as assembling furniture, especially knowing how fiercely protective and capable he was in every other area of life.

You smiled softly as you walked over to him, kneeling down beside the half-assembled dresser. Resting your head on his broad shoulder, you felt the weight of your growing bump shift slightly as you sat. The sensation reminded you just how much had changed over the past months, and how much your life was about to change even more.

Ben’s arm instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you closer as if to shield you from anything that might trouble you. He glanced down at your small, slightly tired form and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “You good?”, he asked quietly, his voice dropping to that gentle tone he reserved just for you.

You nodded against his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh. “Yeah, just a little tired”, you admitted. “I feel like my belly doubled in size overnight”.

Ben chuckled, his hand sliding down to rest over your bump. His palm was warm and steady, a grounding presence on your body. “You’re growing a fucking little person in there, what did you expect?”, he teased lightly, though there was an unmistakable tenderness in his voice. “Still, if you need to rest, don’t be shy about telling me. I can finish this on my own”.

You turned your face slightly, nuzzling against his neck. “I know, but I like being here with you”, you murmured. “Even if you’re cursing at furniture”.

He huffed a small laugh, squeezing your shoulder gently. “It’s cursed, not me”.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Ben let out a deep sigh and leaned back, his eyes glancing at the half-assembled dresser before giving you a wry smile. “Alright, I guess we should try to finish this thing before the baby shows up”, he joked, shaking his head at the still-challenging instructions in front of him.

You laughed softly, pushing yourself back up to your feet with a hand on your bump for support. "Yeah, that might help", you teased, giving him a playful look. "We wouldn’t want to be scrambling to put it together when we’re sleep-deprived and covered in spit-up".

Ben chuckled and nodded in agreement, then turned back to the dresser with renewed determination, muttering under his breath as he tightened a screw into place.

Meanwhile, you headed toward the bags filled with tiny socks, blankets, and baby essentials that you had picked up earlier. Kneeling down beside them, you began to sort through the items, separating the ones that needed to be washed before being tucked away into the dresser. The sight of the little outfits—some so small they barely looked like they could fit a doll—made your heart swell with anticipation. It was becoming so real now, with each new thing you prepared, and the thought of holding your baby in your arms made the fatigue and discomfort feel worthwhile.

As you gently folded a soft, pastel-colored onesie, Ben glanced over at you. He paused for a moment, watching you with a softened expression, clearly deep in thought. "I still can’t get over how tiny these clothes are", he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "I mean, this little thing is going to wear these?".

You smiled warmly, glancing up at him. "I know. It’s hard to imagine, isn’t it?".

He grunted in agreement, looking a little awestruck by the reality of it all. You could see the love and excitement in his eyes. He wasn’t just preparing for the baby in his typical meticulous way; he was mentally preparing himself to be a father—a role that, deep down, you knew he would take on with just as much passion and protectiveness as he had shown toward you.

As Ben finally finished tightening the last screw on the dresser, wiping his hands on his jeans, he he stood up and surveyed his work. Satisfied, he made his way over to you, kneeling down beside where you sat sorting through the baby stuff.

“Anything else you need help with?”, he asked, his voice gentler now, a contrast to the earlier frustration over the dresser. You smiled up at him, holding up a small onesie that immediately caught his eye.

It was a tiny white onesie, and right in the center was an eagle, bold and proud, its wings spread in flight. The sight made Ben’s face break into a wide grin. Seeing it on such a small piece of clothing, intended for his child, hit him in a way he hadn’t expected.

"Really?", Ben chuckled, reaching out to gently take the onesie from your hands, holding it up and inspecting it like it was some kind of treasure. "This… this is perfect", he said, his voice slightly rough with emotion. He traced his thumb over the eagle emblem, shaking his head in disbelief.

You grinned at his reaction, knowing how much that symbol meant to him. "I thought you’d like it", you teased lightly, watching the mixture of pride and tenderness play across his face.

Ben chuckled, then leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment. “We’re gonna be alright, you know that, right?”, he murmured, his voice low and full of conviction. “No matter what happens, I’ll always be here. For you, and for the baby”.

You nodded, your heart swelling with emotion as you rested your head against his shoulder. “I know, Ben. I know”.

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lila-lou · 24 days

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✨His second exception - Pt. 12/?✨

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, teasing, kinda kinky, Language, fluff

Word Count: 7454

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 12 of "His second exception".

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

It wasn’t until three weeks later, in the middle of the night, that Ben came home from another mission. Even though you didn’t like him going on missions, you knew it helped him stay less on edge.

You had just finally fallen asleep, having been pretty tired all day.

Ben tried his best to be quiet, even opting to shower in the guest bathroom to avoid waking you up. He knew how grumpy you could get when woken up unexpectedly. But as he walked into the dark bedroom, with only a towel around his waist, he stumbled against one of the three big moving boxes placed randomly in the middle of the room.

He cursed quietly, the sound just loud enough to stir you from your sleep. “What the fuck…”, he muttered under his breath, trying to regain his balance.

You groggily sat up, rubbing your eyes. “Ben? Is that you?”, you asked, your voice thick with sleep.

“Yeah, it’s me”, he replied, sounding a bit frustrated. “What’s with these fucking boxes in the middle of the room?”.

You yawned and stretched, blinking as you tried to wake up fully. “I’ve been sorting through some old stuff”, you explained. “I didn’t realize you’d be back so soon, or I would have moved them out of the way”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his grumpy and annoyed face as you turned on the soft bed lamp, casting a warm glow across the room. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to turn our bedroom into an obstacle course”, you teased, the amusement clear in your voice.

Ben grumbled good-naturedly, shaking his head as he moved around the boxes to reach you. “Next time, leave me a fucking map or something”, he said, his irritation melting away as he saw your sleepy smile.

You patted the spot next to you on the bed, and he dropped the towel before slipping under the covers. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. The familiar warmth and scent of him brought an immediate sense of comfort and security.

“I missed you”, you murmured, resting your head against his chest. “How was the mission?”.

Ben sighed, his voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. “Too long”, he mumbled, his hands already moving to unbutton your silk pajama shirt. As he found your bare skin, he pressed his face between your breasts, seeking the comfort and closeness he had missed.

You chuckled tiredly, running your fingers through his hair. “Ben”, you murmured softly, a smile playing on your lips.

But he had no intention of stopping. “You’re already awake”, he said, his voice low and filled with a teasing edge. “Might as well make the most of it”.

Without waiting for a no—knowing full well it would come since you were quite tired—Ben’s lips closed around one of your nipples. He sucked gently at first, then bit down a bit harder, just enough to send a jolt of sensation through you. It was a calculated move, one he knew would rouse you more fully.

You gasped, your eyes widening as the sharp pleasure-pain combination made your heart race. “Ben”, you protested weakly, though you could feel your body responding, waking up to his touch.

He smirked against your skin, his tongue flicking out to soothe the slight sting. “See? Much more awake now”, he murmured, his hands moving to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples.

Despite your initial protest, you couldn’t deny the growing heat between your legs. Ben’s hands and mouth worked their magic, his touch both commanding and tender. His lips traveled lower, leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach.

You arched your back, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his journey downward. “Ben, please…”, you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of need and exhaustion.

He paused, looking up at you with dark, hungry eyes. “Please what?”, he teased, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your thighs.

“Please… don’t stop”, you admitted, your voice barely more than a breath.

His grin widened, a triumphant glint in his eyes. “I wasn’t planning to”.

He took his time, savoring every inch of you as his lips continued their descent. His fingers maintained their gentle, teasing circles on your thighs, coaxing your legs apart. The anticipation built with each passing second, your breath coming in shallow, eager gasps.

His mouth finally reached your core, and he nuzzled you gently, inhaling your scent. “You’re always so responsive”, he murmured, his voice vibrating against your most sensitive spot. The sensation made you shiver.

With agonizing slowness, he began to tease you with his tongue, tracing light, featherlike patterns over your folds. You moaned softly, your hips instinctively arching towards him, seeking more of his touch. His hands tightened on your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he continued his slow, deliberate exploration.

“Ben…", you gasped, the need in your voice unmistakable.

He responded by pressing his tongue flat against you, dragging it from your entrance to your clit in a long, deliberate stroke. The sensation was electric, sending a surge of pleasure through your body. You moaned louder, your fingers tightening in his hair.

He circled your clit with his tongue, each movement precise and calculated to drive you wild. The intensity of his focus, the way he knew exactly what you needed, was almost overwhelming. You could feel the pressure building inside you, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every flick of his tongue.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, Ben added his fingers to the mix. One slid inside you easily, curling upward to find that perfect spot. He moved slowly at first, matching the rhythm of his tongue, but gradually increased the pace, driving you higher and higher.

Ben continued his exquisite torture, his fingers and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive you to the brink of ecstasy. Just as you were about to topple over the edge, he suddenly pulled away, leaving you gasping and trembling with unfulfilled need.

You let out a frustrated whine, your eyes flashing with a mixture of desire and annoyance. “Ben”, you protested, your voice breathless. “Why did you stop?”.

He smirked, clearly enjoying your frustration. “Just reminding you how easily I can make you come”, he teased, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your inner thighs. “But only when I want to”.

You glared at him, your body aching for release. “You’re such a dick”, you shot back, though there was no real venom in your words.

Ben’s smirk widened at your frustration. “Oh, come on now”, he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Isn’t this fun for you too?”.

You let out a low growl, your body trembling with the need for release. “Ben”, you begged, your voice cracking with desperation.

He laughed softly, the sound both infuriating and intoxicating. “I love seeing you like this”, he murmured, his fingers ghosting over your heated skin, never quite giving you what you craved. “So needy, so desperate for me”.

You couldn’t take it anymore. With a burst of frustration and determination, you pushed against his chest, catching him off guard. He stumbled back, falling onto the mattress beside you, a look of surprise and amusement on his face.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and pinning him down. “You want to tease?”, you challenged, your voice low and throaty. “Let’s see how you like it”.

Ben’s eyes darkened with desire, his hands instinctively moving to your hips. “Oh, I like this side of you”, he murmured, his voice filled with appreciation.

You smirked down at him, the rush of power intoxicating. “Do you now?”, you mocked. “Let’s see how much you like it when you’re the one begging”.

His eyes flashed with a mixture of amusement and challenge. But your words had struck a nerve, and you saw a flicker of something darker in his gaze. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin with a force that made you gasp.

The pressure was almost painful, but you could see the struggle in his eyes as he tried to balance his strength and control. “Careful now”, he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re playing with fire”.

You leaned down, your breath hot against his ear. “I can handle the heat”, you whispered, your tone filled with confidence.

Ben’s grip tightened even more, and you felt the sharp bite of his fingers against your flesh. The pain mingled with pleasure, sending a shiver through your body. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the bruising of his massive ego battling with his desire to dominate.

“Is that so?”, he challenged, his voice rough.

With a sudden, forceful move, he flipped you onto your back, his body hovering over you. The change in position was so swift it left you breathless, and you found yourself pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress.

He stared down at you, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and lust. “You think you can handle this?”, he demanded, his voice a low growl.

With those words, Ben thrust inside you with a forceful motion, knocking the air out of your lungs. A sharp pain shot through you, mingling with the intense pleasure that followed. You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as you tried to steady yourself.

“Ben”, you breathed, a mix of pain and arousal coloring your voice. Despite the initial discomfort, you couldn’t deny how hot it felt, the raw intensity of his need mirroring your own.

He smirked down at you, his eyes dark and intense. “Told you”, he growled, his hips pulling back before driving into you again with the same unrelenting force.

Your body arched beneath him, a cry escaping your lips. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that left you trembling. “Ben…please…”, you gasped, though whether you were begging for more or for mercy, you couldn’t be sure.

His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers leaving bruises you knew you’d feel later. “I’m not stopping”, he muttered, his voice rough and filled with determination. “Not until I’ve fucked that attitude out of you”.

You knew how to push his buttons, and despite the force of his thrusts, you found the strength to meet his gaze with a defiant smirk. “Is that the best you can do?”, you taunted, your voice breathless but challenging. “I thought you were stronger than this”.

His eyes darkened further, a dangerous glint appearing as your words struck a nerve. He growled, the sound low and primal, and shifted his grip, one hand moving to your throat. The pressure was firm but not enough to cut off your air, just enough to remind you of his power.

“You really want to test me?”, he snarled, his hips driving into you with even more intensity. The hand on your throat tightened slightly, enough to make your breath hitch but not to truly harm. “I can fucking break you”, he warned, his voice a mix of anger and arousal.

The pressure around your throat, combined with the relentless force of his thrusts, sent a shiver of both fear and excitement through you. You knew you were pushing him to his limits, and it thrilled you. “Do it”, you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath.

He didn’t know why he couldn’t hold back as well as he usually could with you. Maybe it was the way you pushed him, the way you taunted him, or the way you looked at him with such defiance and desire. And you, you didn’t understand why you wanted him to fuck you this hard, to push you to your limits. Maybe it was the thrill of the danger, the raw power and intensity he exuded, or the way he made you feel alive.

Both of you knew that if his control slipped completely, he could easily hurt you, even kill you. But right now, you were lost in the heat of the moment, consumed by your need for each other.

Ben’s thrusts became even more powerful, each one driving you further into the mattress. The pressure on your throat increased just enough to make your breath hitch, but still not enough to truly harm you. It was a delicate balance, one that he maintained with surprising precision even in his heightened state.

“You’re mine”, he growled, his voice filled with a primal possessiveness. “Only mine”.

Your response was a breathless moan, your body arching up to meet his thrusts. “Yours”, you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “Only yours”.

The admission seemed to fuel his desire even more. His movements became more desperate, more intense, driving you both closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, the slap of skin against skin, and the occasional low growl from Ben.

The pleasure and pain blended together into a whirlwind of sensation. Every thrust, every squeeze of his hand around your throat, every brush of his skin against yours sent you spiraling higher and higher. You could feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

Finally, the pressure became too much to bear. With one final, powerful thrust, Ben sent you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, a wave of intense pleasure that left you trembling and gasping for breath. Your vision blurred, your body shaking with the force of it.

His thrusts remained powerful, unrelenting, each movement drawing him closer to his climax.

“Look at you”, he growled, his voice husky and breathless. “So desperate, so needy for me”.

You could only respond with incoherent moans, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Your nails raked down his back, leaving red trails in their wake, but Ben barely noticed. His focus was entirely on you, on the way your body reacted to him.

“You love this, don’t you?”, he continued, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your breath hitch again. “You love being mine".

You nodded weakly, your eyes meeting his. “Yes”, you whispered, your voice trembling. “I love it. I love you”.

The admission sent a fresh wave of desire through Ben. He drove into you harder, faster, his control slipping further with each thrust. “Good”, he growled, his breath hot against your ear. “Because I’m never letting you go”.

With a final, powerful thrust, he reached his climax, his release spilling into you with an intensity that left you both breathless. He held you tightly, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

For a few moments, neither of you moved. You were both too spent, too overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just happened. Ben’s body pressed heavily against yours, his breath warm and ragged against your neck. You felt the rapid thudding of his heart against your chest,

Slowly, Ben’s grip on your throat loosened, his fingers trailing gently down to rest on your collarbone. He raised his head slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. The dark, intense desire had softened, replaced by a tender concern. “You´re okay?”, he asked, his voice a hushed whisper filled with sincerity.

You nodded weakly, a satisfied smile spreading across your lips. “Yeah”, you whispered back, your voice hoarse but content. “More than okay”.

Ben’s expression softened even further, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment before he pulled back, his eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort. Seeing none, he let out a relieved sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he held you close.

Gently, he eased himself off of you, careful not to cause any more discomfort. He settled beside you, pulling you into his arms. The warmth of his body enveloped you, and you nestled into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished.

His fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, the gentle touch a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before. “You really drive me fucking nuts, you know that?”, he murmured, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, your own chuckle blending with his. “I could say the same about you”, you teased, your voice a gentle murmur as you nestled closer to him. “But I think that’s part of what makes this work, don’t you?”.

Ben’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and affection. “Yeah, it definitely keeps things interesting”, he agreed, his fingers continuing their soothing patterns on your back.

You traced a lazy pattern on his chest with your finger, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths.

"You know”, he began, his tone teasing, “you could have just asked nicely if you wanted to get fucked harder”.

You rolled your eyes, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “Oh, please”, you mumbled, shaking your head. “You never do that because you’re always afraid of hurting me”.

Ben’s smirk softened into a more thoughtful expression. “Yeah, well, it’s not like I don’t have good reason to be careful”, he replied, his fingers continuing their gentle movements on your back.

“By the way”, you whispered, pulling away from him. You slipped your arms into the sleeves of your pajama shirt but didn’t bother buttoning it up, knowing Ben would likely unbutton it anyway after what you were about to show him. Holding your shirt closed with one hand, you walked towards the bathroom, the anticipation building.

Ben watched you curiously, his eyes following your every movement. “What are you up to now?”, he asked, his tone a mix of amusement and intrigue.

You emerged from the bathroom holding a small bag, your heart pounding with excitement and nerves. Ben’s eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity as you walked back to the bed, holding the bag out to him.

“What’s this?”, he asked, sitting up and taking the bag from your hand.

“Just open it”, you said softly, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Ben carefully opened the bag, his eyes widening as he pulled out the positive pregnancy test.

For a moment, he just stared at it, his expression shifting from confusion to realization and then to pure, unfiltered joy.

“You’re…?”, he began, his voice thick with emotion.

You nodded, tears of happiness welling up in your eyes. “Yeah”.

Ben’s face lit up with joy, a wide smile breaking through as he processed the news, but the mood shifted almost instantly. In a spontaneous reaction, he pushed against your shoulder. It was meant to be a light, playful shove, but his strength sent you tumbling back into the pillows. “And you let me do this to you?! The fuck is wrong with you”, he grumbled, a mix of worry and confusion in his tone, referencing the intensity of your fucking just minutes ago.

You looked up at him, biting back a laugh at his exaggerated concern. “Ben, relax. It’s fine… We’re fine”, you reassured him, trying to soothe his sudden surge of protectiveness.

He wasn’t entirely convinced, his brows knitting together as he hovered over you. “You’re not getting fucked for a long time for this”, he declared, raising a finger sternly. But his attempt at seriousness faltered, his lips twitching into a smile that he couldn’t quite suppress.

You laughed, reaching up to pull him down for a kiss. “Is that supposed to be punishment or protection?”, you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Ben chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders. “Maybe a bit of both”, he admitted, his voice softening.

With a gentle but firm motion, he pulled you onto his lap, his hands settling protectively on your stomach. His large palms nearly covered your entire belly, and he closed his eyes, concentrating deeply. You watched him, curiosity and love mingling in your gaze.

After a few moments, his eyes opened, and a wide, genuine smile spread across his face. “There it is”, he murmured, his voice filled with awe. He could feel the faint, delicate heartbeat of your baby, just beginning its journey of life.

"You can sense it?".

Ben’s eyes sparkled with joy and pride as he looked at you, his hands still resting gently on your stomach. “You still doubt my abilities?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “No, I never doubted you. I just… I didn’t expect you to be able to feel it so soon”, you admitted, your voice filled with wonder.

He grinned, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not your average guy”, he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed your amusement. “I guess not”, you replied, leaning in to kiss him softly. “You’re extraordinary in so many ways”.

Ben leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. The warmth and tenderness of the moment enveloped you both, making everything else fade into the background. As he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, he murmured, “Mmhmm, tell me about it”.

You laughed softly, your breath mingling with his. “Well, let’s see”, you began, your voice filled with affection. “You’re strong, protective, and you have this incredible ability to make me feel safe and loved no matter what”.

His grin widened, his eyes sparkling with joy. “Keep going”, he urged playfully, his hands gently squeezing your hips.

You shook your head, a mock exasperated expression on your face. “You’re also incredibly stubborn and a bit of a show-off”, you teased, poking his chest lightly.

Ben raised an eyebrow and whispered against your lips, “Uh-uh, wrong way, baby. Turn around”, referring to you getting back on his good side.

You laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep within you. “Okay, okay”, you conceded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re also incredibly charming, unbelievably handsome, and you have this annoying way of making me fall in love with you more every day”.

His eyes softened, and he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “That’s more like it”, he said, his voice filled with warmth.

You felt a surge of emotion as you looked into his eyes, knowing that despite his tough exterior, he had a heart that beat just for you. “I love you, Ben”, you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your cheeks. “I love you too”, he replied, his voice steady and unwavering. “More than anything”.

There was a comfortable silence between you, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you like a soft blanket. Ben’s fingers gently traced patterns on your back, his touch light and reassuring.

Then, breaking the quiet, he mumbled, “You never told me how it really was for you”.

You looked up at him, a questioning gaze meeting his. “What do you mean?”, you asked softly.

He smirked slightly. “You know, when I took your little precious virginity”, he teased, his voice a playful growl.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and nostalgia. “Oh, that”, you said, trying to mask your shyness with a playful tone.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not letting you off the hook that easily. “Yeah, that”, he said, his voice dropping to a more serious, inquisitive tone. “I never asked because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I’ve always wondered. Was it okay for you? Did I hurt you?”.

You sighed, your mind drifting back to that night. It had been intense, overwhelming, and filled with a whirlwind of emotions. “It was… a lot”, you admitted, your voice honest. “You were intense, but you were also incredibly tender and careful. I was nervous and excited, and you made me feel safe. It was perfect in its own way”.

Even though you just told him it was perfect, the words before lingered in his mind and he wasn’t quite satisfied. “A lot”, he repeated, his tone thoughtful. “That doesn’t sound like it was all good”.

You bit your lip, sensing his concern. “Well, Ben, your… size isn’t exactly average”, you admitted with a shy smile. “And being a virgin, it wasn’t as smooth as I might have hoped. But you were so patient and gentle when I needed you to be”.

Even though Ben never was the type to be gentle or considerate, he had made an exception for you and continued to do so.

But he would never completely admit to it. You looked up at him, seeing that he was still processing your words. You sighed softly, cupping his face in your hands.

“Ben”, you said gently, forcing him to meet your gaze. “You were amazing, okay? You still are. I wouldn’t change anything about that night, or any night since”.

His eyes softened slightly, but there was still a flicker of doubt. “I just want to make sure I’m not hurting you”, he murmured, his hands resting on your hips, his touch tender.

You smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “You’re not hurting me. I trust you”.

He sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing a little. You watched him closely, still cupping his face, and asked gently, “Where is this coming from, Ben?”.

He pressed his lips together in a tight, almost reluctant smile. His eyes flicked down to your belly before meeting your gaze again. “If this is gonna be a girl”, he said, pointing toward your belly, “I’m gonna lose my fucking shit”.

You blinked in surprise, then a smile broke across your face. “Why?”, you asked, amusement lacing your tone.

Ben’s eyes softened, and he seemed to be wrestling with his thoughts. “I just… I want to protect her. I know how the world can be, especially for girls”. He paued. “And if she’s anything like you… I don’t know if I can handle it”, he mumbled.

“Like me?”, you raised an eyebrow, grinning.

“Yeah”, he said, his voice a mix of frustration and admiration. “Choosing someone like me, a fucking supe with a tendency to lose control for her fucking first time ever. That was a fucking stupid idea”.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Ben, it wasn’t a stupid idea. It was the best decision I ever made. I love you, and I wanted my first time to be with someone I trust completely”.

“You really mean that?”, Ben asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of doubt.

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Yes, I really mean that. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way”.

Ben’s expression softened further, and he pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours. “I just… I know I can be a lot to handle”.

You chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “You are a lot, but that’s part of why I love you. You’re passionate, strong, and you care so deeply. And you’ve always been so careful with me, even when you’re being intense”.

Ben pressed his lips against yours, the intensity of his emotions flowing through the kiss. It was as if he couldn’t handle the depth of your dedication, the sincerity of your words. You felt his hands tighten around you, pulling you closer, needing the physical connection to ground him.

The kiss deepened, filled with a mixture of passion, gratitude, and a fierce protectiveness. Ben’s fingers threaded through your hair, holding you to him as if he never wanted to let go. You responded in kind, your arms wrapping around his neck, drawing him closer still.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Ben’s eyes were dark with emotion, his voice husky as he spoke. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m not letting go. Ever”.

You smiled, your heart swelling with love. “And I’m not going anywhere”, you whispered back, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw.

With that, Ben gently pressed your head against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you protectively. You could hear the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, a comforting rhythm that grounded you both. “We’re gonna have a fucking baby”, he mumbled, still in awe at the reality of it. The wonder in his voice made your heart swell even more.

You snuggled closer, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. “Yes, we are”, you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of excitement and tenderness.

Ben held you tightly, his hand moving to rest on your belly once again. He was still processing the enormity of the news, the joy and the concern intertwined in his mind. He would never admit it, but a part of him had been worried that maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t get pregnant again after the loss you both had endured.

But here you were, a new life growing inside you. The thought filled him with a fierce determination to protect you both, to ensure that nothing would harm you or the baby.

As the minutes passed, the emotional intensity of the moment began to ebb, replaced by a deep sense of contentment. Your eyelids grew heavy, the exhaustion from the day and the overwhelming emotions finally catching up to you. Ben’s hands continued their gentle caress on your belly, the repetitive motion soothing and comforting.

Gradually, your breathing slowed, matching the calm rhythm of his. Ben noticed the change, a tender smile spreading across his face as he realized you were falling asleep in his arms. He adjusted his position slightly, making sure you were comfortable without waking you.

The room was quiet, the only sound the gentle hum of the night outside and the soft rustle of the sheets as Ben shifted to hold you more securely. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there as he whispered, “I love you”.

You mumbled something unintelligible in response, already halfway to dreamland. Ben chuckled softly, his heart swelling with love and pride. With you nestled safely in his arms, Ben allowed himself to relax, his own eyes growing heavy.

The following week felt like an eternity as you and Ben waited for your first appointment at the Vought hospital. Ben’s overprotectiveness reached new heights, as he tried to shield you from any possible work or stress. While his intentions were pure, his constant hovering drove you nearly crazy. He did try his best to give you some space, finding tasks that didn’t require physical effort for you to do, but it was still a delicate balance.

Today, however, was the day of your appointment. As you prepared to leave for the hospital, Ben’s concern was palpable. He made sure you were comfortable in the car, fussing over every little detail.

The drive to the hospital was quiet, both of you lost in your thoughts. Ben’s hand never left yours, his grip firm yet gentle. When you arrived, he helped you out of the car, his protective instincts kicking in once more as he guided you into the building.

The familiar surroundings of the Vought hospital brought back a flood of memories, some bittersweet, but you pushed them aside, focusing on the hope and excitement of the present moment. The receptionist greeted you warmly, and after a short wait, you were led to the examination room.

Dr. Collins quickly joined you, a soft smile on her lips. “It’s good to see you both again”, she said gently, her eyes kind and understanding. “How have you been?”.

You exchanged a glance with Ben, who gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “We’ve been alright”, you replied, your voice steady. “Just really looking forward to today”.

She nodded, understanding the mix of anticipation and nerves that came with this visit. “Well, let’s get started then”, she said, motioning for you to lie down on the examination table. “We’ll need to do an internal ultrasound to confirm the pregnancy and check on everything”.

A wave of nervousness washed over you as you began to undress from the hips down. Ben noticed the anxiety in your eyes and leaned in close, his voice low and teasing. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m sure Dr. Collins has seen plenty of asses, but none as fine as yours”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, his attempt at easing your nerves working slightly. “You’re impossible”, you murmured, giving him a playful shove as you folded your clothes neatly on a nearby chair.

As you settled onto the examination table, your heart raced. The cold air of the room made you shiver slightly, and you felt exposed and vulnerable. Ben stayed close, holding your hand firmly in his, his presence a steady comfort.

Dr. Collins adjusted the equipment, her movements professional and reassuring. “Alright, this might feel a bit uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t be painful”, she explained as she prepared the ultrasound probe. “Just take deep breaths and try to relax”.

Ben leaned down, whispering in your ear. “You’ve handled worse, trust me. Remember that one time in the kitchen?”.

You shot him a look, half-annoyed, half-amused. “Ben, now is not the time”, you hissed, though his words did manage to distract you a bit from your anxiety.

As Dr. Collins began the procedure, you focused on the feeling of Ben’s hand in yours, his thumb gently stroking your skin. The initial discomfort eased as you took deep breaths, your body gradually relaxing into the process.

After a few moments, the screen flickered to life. Dr. Collins moved the probe with practiced ease, searching for the tiny life growing inside you. “There it is”, she said softly, turning the screen so you and Ben could see. The tiny, flickering heartbeat was clearly visible, and the sound of it filled the room. "Not hiding this time".

Tears welled up in your eyes, a mixture of relief and overwhelming joy washing over you. Ben’s grip on your hand tightened.

“Everything looks perfect”, Dr. Collins confirmed, her voice warm and reassuring. “The heartbeat is strong and healthy”.

Ben let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, a smile breaking across his face.

Dr. Collins continued the examination, her eyes focused on the screen and her hands moving expertly. She filled out your file, noting the strong heartbeat and other vital details. Then she turned to you, her expression gentle but professional.

“How have you been feeling?”, she asked, pen poised over your chart.

You took a deep breath, glancing at Ben before answering. “Mostly just really tired”, you admitted. “I’ve been exhausted all the time”.

Dr. Collins nodded, jotting down your symptoms. “Fatigue is common in early pregnancy”, she explained. “But it’s good that you’re mentioning it. We want to monitor everything closely, especially given your history”.

She paused, her gaze shifting between you and Ben, her tone becoming more serious. “I also want to talk to you about V medication”, she said. “Given that he", she nodded ftowards Ben, "is a supe, we need to be vigilant for any symptoms that shouldn’t be present in a normal pregnancy, or if you start experiencing typical symptoms much too early or too intensely”.

Ben’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, his protective instincts kicking in. “What kind of symptoms should we be looking out for?”, he asked, his voice steady but concerned.

Dr. Collins sighed softly, her expression somber. “Things like extreme pain, rapid weight gain or loss, abnormal bleeding, or any unusual abilities manifesting”, she listed.

Ben and you nodded, absorbing the information and letting Dr. Collins finish her tests. As she worked, you shared what your parents had revealed about the V traces in your blood, explaining the unexpected discovery. Dr. Collins listened intently, her interest piqued.

“That’s very interesting”, she said, taking note. “We should run some additional tests to get a clearer picture of how this might impact your pregnancy”. She quickly gathered a few blood samples, labeling them meticulously.

After completing the tests, Dr. Collins turned to a small printer beside the ultrasound machine. “I’m going to print out some ultrasound pictures for you”, she said, her voice warm. As the images emerged, she handed them to Ben with a smile. “These are for you two to keep. It’s always special to have these early moments captured”.

Ben took the pictures, his eyes softening as he looked at the tiny life growing inside you. He handed one to you, and you both marveled at the image, a tangible proof of the new life you were creating together.

Dr. Collins then handed you a pregnancy journal. “I want you to document everything you’re feeling, every symptom, no matter how minor it may seem”, she instructed. “We’ll need to monitor you closely, so I’m ordering you to come in for a check-up at least once a week. And if anything strange or unusual happens, you need to contact me immediately”.

You nodded, feeling a mix of reassurance and responsibility. “We will”, you promised, your hand tightening around Ben’s.

Dr. Collins smiled warmly. “You’re in good hands. We’ll take every precaution to ensure a healthy pregnancy for both you and the baby”.

As the two of you stood in the elevator, Ben’s hand rested gently on your lower back. His presence was a constant source of reassurance and warmth. He glanced down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity. “Mind if I check on the team?”, he asked.

You smiled, shaking your head. “Of course not. Let’s go”.

When the elevator reached the top floor, you walked together towards the meeting room. As you approached, Butcher walked in your direction, a smirk already forming on his face. Just as he was about to make a comment about Ben finally showing up again, his gaze shifted to you, lingering on your belly for a few seconds before he grinned widely.

“Congratulations, mommy”, he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Ben rolled his eyes, raising a hand in disbelief. “We’re trying to keep it a secret for a few more weeks”, he grumbled.

Butcher chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. “Ah, don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me”, he said, though his smirk suggested otherwise.

“How are you even doing this, Butcher?”, you grumbled, your own irritation surfacing. It was supposed to be a private moment for a little while longer, and Butcher’s keen observation had cut that short.

“Just have a knack for noticing things”, Butcher replied, his tone almost too casual. He then turned serious for a moment. “But, seriously, congratulations. Hope everything goes smoothly”. Then, with his usual irreverence, he added, “If you need anything, don’t ask me”, before he stepped inside the meeting room, followed by you and Ben.

Frenchie, who was already seated, looked up and raised both hands dramatically. “Mon Amie, why are you doing this to me?”, he exclaimed, directing his theatrical lament at Ben. “Giving Butcher the lead again!”.

Ben smirked, giving Frenchie a knowing look. “Someone’s gotta keep you all in line while I’m busy with other important things”, he said, his hand still resting protectively on your back. You and Ben hadn't been to the tower for a week.

Frenchie sighed theatrically, but there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. “Fine, fine. Just don’t blame me when he makes us do something insane”.

The rest of the team chuckled, the atmosphere lightening up a bit. Ben took his seat at the head of the table, motioning for you to sit beside him. As the meeting commenced, the team discussed various missions and updates.

As the discussion moved forward, you found yourself stealing glances at Ben, feeling a deep sense of love and admiration for him. His focus and determination were evident, but there was also a gentleness in the way he kept a protective eye on you, ensuring your comfort and well-being throughout the meeting.

As the meeting drew to a close, Annie looked up from her notes, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern. “So, when will you two be returning full-time?”, she asked, her tone gentle but insistent.

Ben leaned back in his chair, glancing at you before responding. “Next week”, he said firmly. “We just needed some time to get things in order”.

Annie nodded, accepting the answer without pressing further. It was clear she had her suspicions, but she respected your privacy. Ben had made it clear that the news of your pregnancy was to be kept a secret for a little while longer.

After the meeting, Ben insisted on getting you home. Despite your protests that you could stay a bit longer, he was adamant. “You need your rest”, he said firmly. Reluctantly, you agreed, knowing he was right.

The ride home wasn’t that long, but it was long enough for you to drift off to sleep. The pregnancy was already taking its toll on your body, leaving you constantly tired. Ben had jokingly but lovingly referred to you as “fucking narcoleptic”, always with a sarcastic smile that betrayed his genuine concern.

Ben glanced over at you as you slept, his expression softening. He marveled at how quickly you could fall asleep these days, and it made him all the more determined to protect you and the life growing inside you. The exhaustion etched on your face tugged at his heartstrings.

When you arrived home, Ben gently lifted you in his arms, careful not to jostle you too much. As he cradled you against his chest, you stirred, blinking awake, completely disoriented.

“Ben?”, you mumbled, your voice groggy and confused. “What’s happening?”.

“We’re home”, he said softly, his tone reassuring. “You fell asleep in the car”.

You blinked a few more times, trying to shake off the haze of sleep. “I can walk”, you insisted weakly, though you made no move to leave his arms.

Ben chuckled, a soft, rumbling sound. “I know you can". He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his grip secure and comforting.

You just nodded, allowing yourself to relax into his embrace. As he carried you inside, you marveled at how easily he could lift you, his strength a constant source of both awe and comfort. He navigated through the house with ease, making his way to the bedroom.

Once there, he gently laid you down on the bed, carefully arranging the pillows and covers around you. “There you go”, he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Comfy?”.

You nodded, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “Thank you.. I think I’m going to take a nap”, you added, your voice trailing off. But before you could finish your sentence, your eyes fluttered closed, and you were already drifting back into sleep.

Ben watched you for a moment, before he carefully pulled the covers up to your chin, ensuring you were snug and comfortable.

He quietly left the room, deciding to take care of a few things around the house while you rested. But he kept the door ajar, so he could hear if you needed anything.

As he moved through the house, his mind kept drifting back to the sight of you sleeping soundly, the knowledge that you were carrying his child filling him with a profound sense of purpose.

A couple of hours later, he peeked into the bedroom to check on you. You were still sleeping soundly, your breathing steady and peaceful. He decided to join you for a nap, carefully slipping into bed beside you. As he wrapped his arm around you, you instinctively cuddled closer.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think. 🥰

Part 13

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