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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — nathan mackinnon x claus!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2k 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — when she took the reins as the world's chief claus, her father forgot to disclose one very pressing hidden clause in the job contract...

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — my mom and i watched this trilogy on a loop when i was growing up, so it only felt right to take some inspo!! <3

Most children would give anything to have Santa Claus as their father.

They wouldn’t if they knew what you did now.

Your father withheld a crucial detail throughout your many years of training. Perhaps the most important stipulation of them all—you cannot be Santa alone.

“Whoever wears the coat takes on the duties and responsibilities of Santa Claus. In accepting the contract, the cardholder acknowledges that they must marry the partner of their choosing before their first Christmas in service to retain the titles, privileges, and residence of Santa Claus. Failure to do so will result in immediate de-Santification.”

You needed a partner. Someone to act as caretaker to the elves and the reindeer, and to watch over the Workshop and general operations on Christmas night while you fly all around the globe, the embodiment of the season's spirit.

Santa Claus wouldn’t—and couldn't—be Santa Claus, if not for their other half.

You suppose you should’ve known, should’ve worked it out sooner. So much of what made Christmas special was because of your mother, the previous Mrs. Claus. In his many years as Santa, your father made a point to remind everyone of that. She is the steward of the season.

While Santa Claus tinkers with toys and checks the lists, charts travel routes and weather patterns, and develops contingency plans to accommodate the ever-evolving technology, their spouse keeps spirits bright. Without help, the effort was pointless.

So, you should have realized. But you hadn’t, and now it might be too late.

“I have to find a husband in 28 days. If I don’t get married before Christmas Eve, I don’t get to wear the coat. I’ll lose the title, and the reins my family has held for thousands of years will pass to someone else,” you rant, tone carefully hushed to not rouse the temperamental husky one backyard over.

Your breath plumes away from you, rising before dissolving into the chilly Denver air. It reminds you of a snow globe, a bittersweet one.

“Who?” asks Nate.

Nate, like most of the world, is a Mundane, a non-magical person. He isn’t the descendant of Cupid or Mother Nature. Or a Santa Claus like yourself. He’s just Nate. Nathan MacKinnon from Halifax. Nathan MacKinnon, who now resides in Denver, Colorado, for work.

It's well past midnight, and you’re sitting on his back porch with your head hung low and one of your reindeer, Comet, is nibbling on his icy grass.

“I don’t know,” you answer with a glum shrug. “Normally, it would go to the next child in line. Since I don't have any siblings, I guess the Council of Legendary Figures will convene and select my replacement.”

Nate nods.

In his eyes, you can see him listing off the members in his head. Mother Nature, Father Time, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, Sandman, Cupid, Jack Frost. To him, they’re mythical beings. Bedtime stories and folktales he was told as a child by the adults in his life. For you, they’re the closest thing you have to extended relatives.

And they butt heads like ones too.

“What will happen then? I mean, where will you go? Could you stay where you are now, just not as a Claus?” he asks.

“The North Pole is the only home I’ve ever known. All my family’s ever known. When the duty passes from one generation to the next, the predecessors remain in the village, but who knows if they’d get to stay if I fail to comply? It’s all in jeopardy now because of me.”

Nate lowers himself down onto the step beside you. He does his best to disregard the unpleasant feeling of his pajamas soaking in the snow, but you hear the wince.

With the snap of your fingers, the snow is gone, and his pants are completely dry. You’ve even warmed the concrete beneath him.

“Thanks,” he murmurs softly.

He doesn’t have to thank you; you’ve told him a million times. But he wants to. He can’t let you give without acknowledgment. Nate refuses to appear ungrateful, even for the little things that seem insignificant to you. Like vanishing snow or drying his pajama pants.

Funnily, “Santa Claus” can feel like a thankless job. No one ever thanks you. They thank the persona, the relic. Nate wants you to know he’s grateful for your care and friendship, regardless of your occupation or magic.

Gently, he bumps his shoulder against yours. “You know there’s more than one person in a marriage, right?”

“Yes, but I haven’t exactly made an effort to find the other half of the equation,” you reply, deflecting.

You always overtake blame. Nate thinks it might be your singular flaw.

“I mean, it's hard because it's not like I can date like a normal person; my pool is small. And shallow. They either want me to give up the power entirely or give it to them instead. You remember what happened with Jackson Frost. All he wanted was the power his father failed to usurp. That should have been clear from the start. I guess I could see if Orpheus is still seeing the nymph Mother Nature fixed him up with. The whole narcolepsy thing, though not his fault, isn’t ideal, but the only other option is Val. And I’d rather not spend the rest of my life worried about flying arrows and jilted lovers.”

As the daughter of a Legendary Figure and soon-to-be one yourself, you haven’t had much time to date. Or even think about it, for that matter.

There was always a new wrapping paper to test for durability and shine or a machine on the assembly line that needed to be fixed before it broke any more dolls. Or a reindeer with a stomach ache refusing to fly. Or a fire in the kitchen that sets back cookie production by three weeks. Or a maniacal being with frigokinesis (the ability to manipulate snow) attempting to overthrow Santa Claus and assume control over the North Pole.

Crisis after crisis, all with very little personal time. That's why you opted for people who understood: the children of other Legendary Figures with dominion over their own holidays and cultural traditions. However, fraternizing with other magical beings comes with its own set of problems. For example, an ex-boyfriend and his father plotting to ruin your home, ancestral legacy, and a beloved holiday out of pure spite.

“You’re forgetting someone.” Nate’s quiet voice yanks you out of the downward spiral.

“Who? Easter Bunny is our eternal bachelor who would sooner give up candy than have kids of his own, and Tooth Fairy’s kids are still, well, kids. Jack Smith recently took over as Pumpkin King after his father retired, but he’s not the nicest company. Especially when he’s drunk, which is, truthfully, most days. I guess I could look outside the Council, but —”

“Me. I’m talking about me. You forgot me,” Nate interjects with an impatient huff.

“What?” you blink in disbelief, assuming you misheard him.

There was no way he was throwing his hat into the ring.

“I could be Mr. Claus. If you’d have me.”

Your face melts. If you'd have him? It wasn't even a question.

“Nate, I could never ask that of you. You would have to leave everything—everyone, behind. You would have to give up a career you love and have worked so hard for. Not to mention abandoning all the friends you’ve made along the way. You would have to lie about where you live and who you married to—and what she does for a living for the rest of your life. Nothing would ever be normal again. I’m tethered to the North Pole, but I won’t lock you up there with me.”

“I’ve been dreaming about the North Pole since I was a kid. Long before you nearly knocked over my family’s Christmas tree and had to make it up to me with a ride around the block on Comet,” he says with a chuckle.

You snort, recalling the fire you almost started the first time your father ever brought you along for deliveries. You weren’t allowed down a chimney for a few years after that, but the friend you gained was worth the punishment.

You take Comet to visit as often as you can and have been for years. He leaves out your favorite cookies on Christmas Eve, and you always save his house for last so you can spend the last hour of the season with your favorite person.

But you always imagined a day would come when he finally grew up and stopped needing Santa Claus. For as long as you’ve known him, you’ve been planning for a broken heart.

You sniffle. Nate takes your hand in his.

“Knowing you—loving you has put that dream within grasp. You wouldn’t be locking me away because I’d go willingly. Happily. All I’ve ever wanted for Christmas is to go to the North Pole with you. To see where you grew up and meet all the people who made you as wonderful as you are.”

“Why have you never said anything?”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t be able to. “Only elves, reindeer, and Clauses,” remember?” Nate smiles, mimicking your father’s response to a ten-year-old Nate’s innocent request. He even does the jolly belly laugh, which warms your heart. “Bernard wouldn’t even let me past the hanger if the sleigh didn’t toss me into the Atlantic first.

But in all seriousness, I didn’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position with your father again. Or with yourself. I know how much the sanctity of Christmas means to you. I didn’t want you to feel obligated to show me something that would feel like intruding on the magic to you.”

All Nate has ever wanted for Christmas is for you to show him your home. All you’ve ever wanted is Nate. The only gift your father couldn’t make and the elves couldn’t build. In all her festive glory, even your mother couldn’t put what you truly wanted under the tree, though not for lack of trying.

Nate was the only person who could give the present of his presence, but you’d always been too fearful to ask, too worried he didn’t feel the same.

But here he is, crouched on a step in the middle of the night watching a reindeer chase a moth like a cat, telling you he’d give up everything to stand by your side.

For you to be Santa Claus.

“Are you sure?” you ask apprehensively as if he were an animal you didn’t want to spook. “Sometimes we say things in the moment that we don’t really mean. Especially when someone flew 3,000 miles on a reindeer to throw a pity party in your backyard. You can take it back, and I promise nothing will change. No hard feelings whatsoever. I’ll still come and bring Comet to visit as often as possible. And you’ll stay on the Nice List, don’t worry. I wouldn’t even dream of —”

Nate cuts you off with a kiss. Sweet and perfect, and full of promise. The kind of kiss you dream about as a little girl, wondering what your Prince Charming might be like when he finally arrives. And tonight, yours did.

Albeit, the cape was missing (you preferred flannel pajamas anyway), and he hadn’t ridden in on the back of a mighty steed (you crash-landed on a reindeer-back, if that counts), but it was magical all the same.

“Wait!” you burst, abruptly pulling away. “What are you going to tell your parents? ‘Hey, Mom and Dad. Yeah, no, everything’s great. I just quit my job, sold my house, and moved to an undisclosed location—all without warning. No reason to worry!’ Somehow, I don’t see that going over all that well.”

“We can tell them we’re in Alaska and that you’re a toy maker," Nate casually supplies. He sounds like he's talking about the weather or what he had for lunch, not a life-altering cover story. "You couldn’t leave because your workshop is there, so I decided to move to be with you. People move all the time, especially to be with their fiancés.”

Though your heart flutters at the title, worry still hangs low over your head. You know how much he loves his family; you can’t bear to be the reason they’re separated indefinitely.

“But when I find a way for them to visit, how would we swing that? The sleigh is big, but it's not airplane-big. Curtis is a master of disguise, but even he couldn’t make the sleigh look less like a sleigh.”

“Doesn’t Sandman owe your dad a favor?” Nate winks.

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sergeifyodorov · 10 months ago

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we are always talking about the sid/ovi davo/tony etc parallels but i want to know where natemac fits into all of this and who he parallels

HONESTLY i have kept this guy in here for a long time and i'm genuinely not sure. natemac is in part the guy who is young and grew up idolizing sidney and no real stars have yet to appear growing up fawning over connor exactly -- 05 to 13, so anyone who fits the bill would be showing up right about now.

but natemac is also a totally different kind of player to either sid/connor or ovi/auston: sid and connor can do everything, but they're primarily playmakers -- they can and surely will score goals, but far and away they're mostly assists; ovi and auston are, obviously, goalscorers first. natemac, meanwhile, is the best dual threat in the league: no one who's a better passer than him is a better shooter, and no one who's a better shooter is a better passer. and not many people are better than him at either one. (william nylander is a similar player, but a winger and not as good. nylander is the pastrnak to natemac's matthews, if you care to think about it that way)

narratively there just straight up is no one like him. playwise, the same. so i guess you could make something of that?

#asks #nathan mackinnon #in this the natemac hart era (sigh) we really should do some natemacstudying #n e way i guess if we really wanted to get into it you might be able to parallel him with some of the russians #bc a lot of them tend to come from similar places + take more studiously after their ancestors/previous players #but also the weird anger in natemac is very patrick roy (grew up with dryden). so you could say that.#but no it's Just Nate Mack

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thebestofoneshots · 1 year ago

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☆ Star: send a short description of yourself and I’ll tell you who I ship you with!

im open to poly marauders! (Lowkey one of my favs so-)

my personality is very sarcastic and I have a dark sense of humor but I’m very kind and a good listener. I sort of have jealousy issues though and I can be quite sensitive and cry easily. I’m also really clingy and can be rather impulsive. I’m one of those burnt out gifted kids 💀 and get easily overwhelmed by crowds and strangers.

My hobbies are basically reading, listening to music, singing, doing art (although I’m not the best at it), and I’m obsessed with horror. My three main aesthetics are grunge, goth, and dark academia and I’m also pansexual!

i love your writing, it’s amazing and congrats on 400 followers! <333

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 600 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose from <3

I ship you with Marlene McKinnon and Remus Lupin. I know it's a weird combination, but hear me out. Marlene was absolutely obsessed with your aesthetics. She loved the way you dressed and was attracted to your vibe from the start. She saw you and she wanted, no, she needed to be your friend. She didn't even know she was queer until you started dating Remus, and the news that should've made her happy upset her.

"Guess what, Mars! Remus asked me on a date!" you told her with a smile.

"He did?" she asked, shocked, a soft tug at her heartstrings that she didn't understand.

"Yeah! He asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him."

"And you're sure it's a date?"

You were a little taken aback by her question. Up until that very moment, you hadn't second-guessed the nature of the outing. "You... Don't think it would be?"

Marlene noticed the change in your demeanor and wanted to punch herself for daring to upset you. "No, I... I'm sure it must be a date. Remus is, you know, he's a great guy! No need to second-guess yourself..."

"Right," you nodded, trying to regain your confidence.

In the end, it really had been a date. Remus had prepared everything. He took you to a bookstore and gifted you the book that seemed to interest you the most while you were distracted, of course.

Then you went for candies at Honeydukes, and in the end, you ended up eating something light at the Three Broomsticks. When you got cold, he gave you his sweater and wrapped his arm around you, bringing you closer to him. Remus was a true gentleman, and he was incredibly sweet too. So sweet that you had been the one to lean over and give him a goodbye kiss before the two of you parted ways for the night. Sirius, who had been staring, teased Remus relentlessly for the rest of the week.

As your relationship with Remus progressed, you felt Marlene start to pull away from you. She always had some excuse to not hang around, and at some point, you'd had enough. You waited for her as she walked out of her class and pulled her into a broom closet, closing the door when she tried to leave.

"Marlene, what the hell's going on? You've been avoiding me like the plague."

She looked like a trapped fox, as pretty as one too. "I've been busy—"

"—Don't bullshit me, Marlene," you interrupted her. "We've been friends forever. Tell me what happened."

"I think I'm gay."

You frowned at that; it was definitely not something you were expecting. "I... I'm sorry if I pressured you to admit that out loud, but... that can't be the reason why you've been avoiding me. You'd know I'd still be your friend regardless of—"

"—I'm gay, and I have a crush on you," she said all too fast before scurrying away from you.

You weren't sure how long you stayed in that cabinet trying to process what had happened, but one thing was for certain: you had to talk to Remus. The moment you spotted him through the halls, you ran for a hug. He was surprised but hugged back in an instant. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice soft and soothing as he rubbed his fingers on your back.

"You know Marlene has been avoiding me," you said. He hummed in response. "She said it's because she has a crush on me."

"Oh," he said, staring at you intently. "And do you like her back?"

You frowned and turned to him, preoccupied. "No, Rem, I'm with you. I love you."

"That's not what I asked," he tsked. "There is no spoken rule that you need to only like one person in the entire universe."

You looked at him, eyes wide. "There literally is; it's called monogamy!"

Remus shrugged. "Since when have we been ones to follow the rules?" he said with a shrug. "I, for one, have always considered Marlene pretty. So… do you like her back?"

You hadn't even considered the possibility at that point, but Marlene was definitely stunning, inside and out, and you always got along incredibly well. She also had very nice lips, very kissable lips. "I think I might."

Remus smiled and gave you a soft kiss on the forehead. "We should probably talk to her then."

You two set out to find Marlene, and when you did, you talked to her. After a long conversation between the three of you, you decided you'd see how the relationship could work. It wasn't easy at first; you had to establish boundaries and other limits to the relationship. But eventually, you figured it out, and the three of you were more than pleased to have each other. You had Remus; whenever you wanted to chill, you'd hang out with him, listening to soft tunes while reading a book. Sometimes he'd even read aloud to you as you did your artsy stuff, be it crafts, paintings, drawings, or even sculpting; he was always ready to pass the time with you since he really enjoyed just being able to do that. And with Marlene, you'd hang out with her when you felt a little more outgoing, and you'd watch horror movies together on the telly or even do each other's makeup. It was simply perfect.

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withwritersblock · 1 month ago

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Requests open:

Hey friends! I am opening requests fully again! The best way for me to write is if you give me a song to write from! But either way I’ll do my best to write them.

Some rules:

There is no timeline on if or when I’ll be able to write the request. I am a full time student and I work a lot of hours outside of that. So writing is a bit on the back burner but I’ll do my best :)

I will not write pure smut, I’m not opposed to including it to my post but give me some plot too ;)

I will only write for the people that are CURRENTLY on my Masterlist

Thank you for reading and I love each and every one of you

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puckgoss · 7 months ago

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The guy on the Belleville Sens spells it McKinnon not mackinnon

no it's mackinnon

ok sorry brandy for implying u don't have a job (but still get a life lol). ty anon for confirming!

#ask!#b. garcia #n. mackinnon #c. walker

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twunkmac · 9 months ago

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holds my nathan mackinnon funko pop and sings hes got the whoooole woooorld in his hands

#me n the bf were talking about if nate was traded from the avs #i would literally be that girl who ate without youtube bro…#nathan mackinnon #colorado avalanche #hockey

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sidsthekid · 3 months ago

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there they are again!!! (thanks as always to @behindallthings for finding the summer content!!!)

#hahahahahahahahahaha #i love them very much they are lovely n dear to me #sidney crosby #nathan mackinnon #pittsburgh penguins #colorado avalanche #sidnate #just a kid

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annieqattheperipheral · 7 months ago

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ok just watched avs peak access round 1. nothing new, just summary of the 5 games and some post-game media but like what is. what is .. post game 5. series win. mikko sup.

#avs lb #lips pursing n everything! what is happening!!#colorado avalanche #nhl playoffs 2024 #Youtube #nathan mackinnon #mikko rantanen

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cailinsblog · 9 days ago

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Can you please write something, anything with Nathan Mackinnon, I've re read your imagines with him a couple of times, and I love it !

Omg yesss I love Nathan I got you💕💕💕

Nathan’s Little Rookie |nathan Mackinnon

Nathan Mackinnon x reader

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Nathan MacKinnon was known for being intense and fiercely competitive on the ice, but off it, with his wife Y/N, he was the epitome of love and care. And ever since Y/N had told him two months ago that they were expecting their first child, that care had turned into full-blown protectiveness.

Y/N was barely showing, but Nathan treated her like she was carrying the most delicate treasure in the world—which, to be fair, she was. From the moment the pregnancy test showed positive, Nathan had stepped into the role of protective dad-to-be with enthusiasm that was both heartwarming and a little over the top.

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It was a quiet Sunday morning, and the sunlight filtered gently through the curtains of their cozy Colorado home. Y/N stirred in bed, slowly waking up to the smell of fresh coffee. She smiled, knowing Nathan was already up and busy in the kitchen. Sure enough, a few moments later, he appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray with a perfectly prepared breakfast.

“Good morning, mama,” he said softly, setting the tray on her lap before leaning down to kiss her forehead.

Y/N chuckled. “Good morning, daddy. You didn’t have to do all this.”

Nathan shrugged, sitting beside her. “Of course, I did. You need to eat, and you need to rest. I’ve got everything covered.”

She took a bite of the toast he had buttered just the way she liked it and sipped on her decaf coffee. “You do know I’m only two months along, right? I can still make my own breakfast.”

Nathan gave her a pointed look. “You’re growing our baby. That’s more than enough work. Everything else? I’ve got it.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, even as her heart swelled with love. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

Nathan smiled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I just want to make sure you and the baby are okay.”

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Later that day, Y/N decided she wanted to tidy up the living room. She was halfway through fluffing the couch cushions when Nathan walked in and immediately froze.

“Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?” he exclaimed, rushing over.

Y/N looked at him, puzzled. “I’m fixing the pillows?”

Nathan gently took the cushion from her hands and placed it back on the couch. “You’re not supposed to be lifting things,” he said seriously.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “It’s a pillow, Nate.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he replied, guiding her to sit down. “You’re supposed to be relaxing. Let me handle it.”

She sighed, but there was no arguing with him when he was in full protective mode. “Fine. But you’re going to have to ease up at some point, you know. I can’t sit around doing nothing for the next seven months.”

Nathan knelt in front of her, taking her hands in his. “I know I’m being a little much,” he admitted, his voice soft. “But this is our baby, Y/N. I’ve never been more excited or nervous about anything in my life. I just want to make sure everything is perfect.”

Y/N’s expression softened, and she leaned down to kiss him. “I know, and I love you for it. But we’re in this together, okay? I promise I’ll tell you if I need anything or if I’m feeling tired.”

Nathan nodded, though the protective glint in his eyes didn’t fade entirely. “Deal. But I’m still making dinner tonight.”

Y/N laughed. “Fine by me.”

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As the weeks went on, Nathan’s protectiveness didn’t waver. He insisted on driving her everywhere, carrying all the groceries, and even vetoed her idea of reorganizing the nursery closet, claiming it was “too much effort.”

One evening, they were curled up on the couch, watching a movie. Y/N was nestled against Nathan’s side, her head on his chest as his arm draped protectively around her. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his breath, the warmth of his presence grounding her.

“You’re going to be an amazing dad,” she murmured.

Nathan glanced down at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and vulnerability. “You really think so?”

Y/N nodded. “You’re already so dedicated and caring. Our baby is lucky to have you.”

Nathan pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I just want to give them everything, you know? And I want to make sure you’re taken care of every step of the way.”

“You already are,” Y/N said, placing her hand over his heart. “And I can’t wait to see you with our little one.”

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One weekend, Nathan surprised Y/N by bringing home a stack of baby books. He spread them out on the kitchen table, his face lighting up as he explained each one.

“This one’s all about what to expect in the first year,” he said, holding up a thick, colorful book. “And this one has tips for new dads.”

Y/N chuckled as she flipped through one of the books. “You’re really going all in, huh?”

Nathan grinned. “Of course. I need to be prepared.”

They spent the afternoon reading through the books together, laughing at some of the more ridiculous tips and marveling at the journey ahead. Every now and then, Nathan would pause to rest his hand on Y/N’s stomach, even though it was still too early to feel anything.

“I can’t wait to meet them,” he said softly, his eyes full of wonder.

Y/N placed her hand over his, her heart swelling with love. “Me neither.”

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One night, Y/N woke up to find Nathan missing from their bed. Concerned, she got up and found him in the nursery, sitting in the rocking chair they had just assembled. He was holding a tiny onesie, his expression a mix of awe and anticipation.

“Nate?” she said softly, stepping into the room.

He looked up, a sheepish smile on his face. “Sorry, couldn’t sleep. I just... I can’t believe we’re going to have a little person in a few months.”

Y/N walked over and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it?”

Nathan nodded, his hand resting on her stomach. “I’m so glad I get to do this with you.”

Y/N kissed him, her heart full. “Me too.”

As they sat there, rocking gently in the chair, they both felt a sense of peace and excitement for the journey ahead. Nathan’s protectiveness, while sometimes overwhelming, came from a place of pure love. And Y/N knew that with him by her side, their little family was going to be just perfect.

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