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babyjakes · 4 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | exhibitionism + piercing

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers

warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention

word count | 1,580

an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece 🥺 this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends 😌💕

thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off 🫠 piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you 😌 you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there

lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs

andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself

"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs

"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch

"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy

the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"

lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you

you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit

"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect

"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal

"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub

"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"

"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"

you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure

steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"

ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch

andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"

and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"

the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring

"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace

"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot

andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"

"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm

"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come

"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"

lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"

as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen

all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"

when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" “no little one, don’t move. we’ll take care of the mess; you just hang tight”

everything feels like you’re experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. you’re cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon you’re safe and content in your daddy’s arms

the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddy’s wonderful friends

wow holy cow i got carried away with this 😮‍💨 all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much 😔🙏

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dcllbows · 6 months

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𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩

pairing | daddy!andy barber x little!reader

summary | you’ve found your favorite way to help your daddy with his grownup work.

warnings | smut, ddlg, riding, unprotected p in v, sooooo soft daddy andy, so much fluff, lots of pet names

notice | my blog is not suitable for those under the age of 18. if that applies to you, please navigate away from this page.

the large house was quiet, save for your timid steps making the floor creak every so often. you had no idea of the time, but you knew it was way too late for him to be working still. as you padded your way towards his office door, you contemplated turning around, going back to your room, and forcing yourself to go to sleep. after a battle with your thoughts that lasted probably all of a half second, you gathered the courage to give the door a knock.

“come in,” he said. you turned the knob, peeking around the door frame. “come here, pumpkin. what do you need?” he asked softly, taking note of your reserved expression. “can i sit on your lap, dada?” he offered his hand, and you took it, letting him pull you up onto his lap. he situated you facing the desk, one arm wrapped around your waist, and one making notes in his book. his hand gently resting on the inside of your thigh made you squirm slightly.

“you okay, bubba?” he knew what you wanted the minute you stepped into his office; you always got a certain look in your eyes when you were needy. regardless, he wanted to hear you say it. wanted you to come to him when you needed him. your head lay on his shoulder as he pressed kisses to your temple, trying his best to coax what he wanted out of you.

you let out a sigh, pulling his hand to your lace-clad core. “ah-ah, sweetheart. daddy’s not letting you get off that easy. use your words, pretty girl.”

“can you touch my princess parts, daddy?” you whispered, turning your head slightly to catch his eye. “what’s the magic word, baby?” he asked, his face softening as his gaze met yours. “pretty please with a cherry on top?” you pleaded, pupils dilating.

“it must be serious if you’re putting a cherry on top,” he chuckled, “how about this: do you want to help daddy with his grownup work?”

“yes, of course dada!” you gasped. “how can i be of service?” you asked, putting on your best big girl face.

he turned you around to face him. letting you straddle his waist, he led your hand to the waistband of his jet black sweats. “i need you to be my very special helper. can you do that, bubba?” you nodded eagerly. “good girl. now, i need you to reach in and take out daddy’s cock, okay? then i’ll tell you what to do next.”

you tugged down his pants slightly, his boxer briefs coming with them. as he kicked his pants off his ankles, you moved to stroke him, but his hand stopped you. “did i tell you to do that?” he asked, his tone authoritative but still with a hint of softness.

“sorry, daddy.” you replied shyly. “it’s alright, baby. you just have to make sure to be a good listener, like we always talk about. can you do that for me, angel?” you pressed a kiss to andy’s cheek as you nodded again.

“good girl,” he repeated, “now what i want you to do is let daddy put his cock in your special place.”

“gonna feel good, dada?” you asked as andy pressed soft kisses to your jaw, moving down your neck. “it’s gonna feel so good, baby. gonna feel so good in your tight little pussy.” he grabbed your hips and swiftly lifted you, gently lowering you down on his cock. you whimpered as he buried himself in you. “look who’s soaking wet for me.” he said, raising an eyebrow.

you rested your head on his shoulder as he began to do his work again. “feels good, daddy.”

“you’re taking me so good, angel. bein’ such a perfect girl for me.” you let out a soft whimper every now and then, when he would shift in position. while the fact that andy was inside of you was exhilarating, the warmth of his skin and his hand rubbing your back was making you tired. “daddy?” you raised your head from his shoulder.

“what is it, baby?” he searched your face.

“i’m sleepy.” you whined, lowering your head a little so your cheek was touching his. rubbing your back, he murmured, “why don’t we get you upstairs, babydoll?” he kissed you softly as you began to moan in protest, those moans quickly turning to sounds of desire.

“don’t wanna go upstairs, daddy. wanna play with you.” you stated breathily, grinding your hips against his.

“my pretty girl wants to come on daddy’s cock, hmm?” you nod profusely, gripping his shoulders as you rode him. “ride me just like that, pumpkin. tell me when you’re close, okay baby?”

“okay, daddy.” your words were mangled by your moans, which turned more strangled and breathy as you quickened your pace. you used andy’s neck to muffle your sweet sounds, moving closer to him and allowing the gap between your bodies to close.

“jesus christ, cupcake. that pussy’s so fuckin' sloppy. you getting close?” you nodded, whimpering. he reached down between the two of you and rubbed your clit. “your little button must be so sensitive, huh bunny? barely given it any attention.”

“gonna come, dada. i’m gonna come.” you fell apart on his cock, going limp and leaving it to him to hold your weight. “you’re gonna make daddy come too, squeezing me like that.” he released inside of you, moaning gruffly in your ear.

as you both came down from your highs, you sighed heavily into the other’s neck. “‘m sleepy, dada.” you whispered.

“i know, bubba. why don’t i take you upstairs and we can get some sleep?” you nodded meekly as andy scooped you up and began to carry you up the stairs.

you arrived to yours and andy’s shared room. he set you down on the bed, grabbing wipes from the nightstand drawer. “gotta make sure your princess parts are nice and clean, okay babybug?”

once he finished cleaning you, he climbed into bed with you. the covers engulfed you both as you tucked your body into his arms, his intoxicating cologne making you sleepy. “you smell good, daddy.”

“thank you, buttercup. it’s time to go to sleep, though.” he kissed your cheek.

“night night, dada. i love you.”

“i love you, babydoll. goodnight.”

#chris evans #andy barber #andy barber x little!reader #daddy!andy barber x little!reader #andy barber smut

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paperweight91 · 4 months

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It Went a Little Like This

Summary: All Andy really wants is his happily ever after, is that too much to ask?

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

W/C: 2850

Warnings: Dark!Andy Barber, allusions to non-con/dub-con, stalking, Andy’s lost it guys.

A/N: Okay, since I sent @krirebr the FMK and she killed the dark!one, I thought it only fair to share the story about why that one was soooo dark. Moodboard by @krirebr , dividers by @firefly-graphics. Please send all the feedback on this one, it’s much darker than I think I’ve ever written, and I’d love to know what everyone thinks! Comments and reblogs feed my soul ❤️

The convenience store around the corner from your house always had these little handmade knick knacks that you loved. You were surprised the first time you found a little handmade porcelain dog to add to your collection. After talking to the cashier you found out they bought locally made art once a week to give the artists exposure. You had fallen so irrevocably in love with that cute little pup you made it your mission to return once a week to find more.

As you perused the latest inventory, you saw a figure down the aisle. Looking up you recognized the man instantly, Andy Barber. His family had been spread across all the local news feeds for a year. You had always felt bad for him, going through the trial for his son, his ex-wife’s mental break. It was all so much for one person. You gave him a small shy smile and bowed your head as you tried to decide between the spotted Dalmatian or the cuddly looking pug.

Weighing both cute little creatures in your hands, you almost dropped them as Andy approached. “Cute.” He said reaching over you to pick up a Saint Bernard with its tongue lolling out. “You collect these?” His tone was inquisitive if a little confused.

You brightened at his interest, feeling your face heat slightly in embarrassment. “The store buys them from local artists to help get them exposure. And look how cute they are!” You held the Dalmatian in your hand up higher for him to inspect.

He chuckled at your eager response stroking a single long finger across the back of the dog. The action was innocent, but it sent something thrumming straight to your core. “You have many of these?” He quirked a brow at you.

“A few, I’ve never really collected anything before but I come back every week for these.” You smiled brightly up at him. A broad grin spread across his face, your enthusiasm clearly rubbing off on him.

He placed the Saint Bernard back on the rack, his eyes tracing each cute little face until finally he landed on a golden retriever playing in grass. “Thanks for the tip.” He reached out and gave your arm a reassuring squeeze before turning to head to the cash. “The dalmation’s the winner.” He tossed casually over his shoulder.

You let out a snort, going back to the two pups held lovingly in your hands. Finding more and more he was right, with a sigh you gently placed the pug back with its companions and made your way to the cash yourself.

The following week found you back in the artist aisle of the convenience store. This time Andy found you almost immediately. You were frowning at this weeks selection. Frogs. Who collects frogs?

“Nothing to take home today?” He smiled as he approached.

You grimaced as you looked at the faces. Sure they were kind of cute, but you just didn’t get it. “Frogs. They’ve never had them before.” You tried to pick your words carefully. They weren’t terrible, just not for you.

Andy laughed as your face twisted into a frown. “Come look over here, they’re not porcelain but you might like these better.” He clasped your hand in his and pulled you down the aisle. There were glass pups of several different varieties. You tried to suppress your excitement at his find, finding yourself bobbing up and down on your toes, your fingers itching to grab at them. He chuckled and released your hand and you eagerly grabbed two. Needing to inspect them up close.

After a few moments of silence you finally came back to yourself. You felt your body heat from your toes to your face at your childish reaction, in front of a stranger no less! You cleared your throat awkwardly and introduced yourself, juggling the glass pups carefully so you could extend your hand to Andy.

A slow smile spread across his face, his eyes twinkled in the low light of the store. The wrinkles that lined his eyes seemed to smooth at your own warmth. “Andy.” He said taking your offered hand in his own and pumping it up and down a few times. You found yourself drowning in the blue depths of his eyes. The beard that lined his face twitching up as he noticed your clear distraction at his looks.

It took you a moment to realize you were still holding his hand, and staring at him dreamily. You shook your head to clear your thoughts, it was inappropriate more than anything. “Sorry,” You mumbled, diverting your gaze to the glass puppies in your hand.

Andy stroked the back of your hand still clasped in his with the back of his thumb once before letting go. He gave you a wry smile, “Nothing to be sorry for, I’m glad I could help.” He placed his hands in his jeans pockets and scanned the shelves. “I’m not much for these, but seeing how happy they make you, I may become a convert.” He winked and ducked his head down, like he was embarrassed at the statement. You were sure you saw a bit of pink tinge his cheeks before he did.

“Thank you Andy, really! Although,” You hummed as you surveyed the precious puppies, “I really should cut back on these. I think I’m running out of space.”

He huffed out a laugh, “Maybe you should come back next week and see if they’ve got the porcelain ones back.”

You nodded, but seemingly like he could sense your reluctance, he plucked a beautiful small Labrador from the shelf. “Maybe just a small one?”

When you looked up you saw what could only be described as puppy dog eyes. You laughed and placed the others back on the shelf. “I think a small one couldn’t hurt.” You reached to pull the lab from his hand, “Let me.” He said.

You gave him a befuddled look. “Andy, I can’t let you buy this for me. You just learned my name!” A look flashed through his eyes so fast, you almost missed it. Ire at your casual rebuff. Taking a step back you shook your head, all mirth leaving your face.

Seeing your unease he immediately sprung into action, “I’m sorry.” He handed you the small glass pup and placed his hands on his hips. “I didn’t mean to. Ugh, I’m screwing this all up.” He brought both hands up and scrubbed them down his face. When his fingertips were at his chin and you could see his eyes again you saw regret and something else swimming in the blue pools. “What are you screwing up?” You reached out and placed a hand on his bicep, feeling the tightly coiled muscle loosen at your touch.

“I saw you here, a few weeks ago. I’ve been, after everything, I just.” He hung his head and gave a mirthless laugh, “It’s been a long time since I’ve had to flirt or any of this and I’m suddenly realizing I’m quite terrible at it.”

“Oh…OH!” You suddenly realized that Andy, was not at all as interested in the small figurines you had been excitedly showing him the other day, he had been interested in you. “Oh I’m sorry Andy. I didn’t mean to, I uh, I actually have a boyfriend.”

You felt the air between the two of you change, like someone had sucked all the oxygen out of the room. Andy’s arm flexed underneath your fingers. He searched your face and let out a sigh, “Can’t blame a guy for trying, right?” His free hand came up and removed yours from his arm. “I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one day, I’m…I’m gonna go.” His shoulders slumped as he curled in on himself, turning and exiting the aisle, and the store, before you could even respond.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest at the exchange. How had your day gone so weird? You shakily released a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, trying to expel the tension from your muscles. Something about the whole exchange with Andy had set you on edge. It’s what made you lie about a boyfriend that didn’t exist. Shaking your head for what felt like the millionth time today, you placed the cute little glass Labrador back on the shelf and made you way to the exit of the store. You vowed not to return for a while, let you both cool off a bit before another accidental run in.

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since your awkward exchange with Andy and you were itching to go back to the convenience store. You weren’t sure what it was about those cute little figures that had completely taken over your heart, but you knew you had to go see if they had gotten any dogs back in stock. You tried to distract yourself with chores, and movies, but you were so restless you could barely focus on one task for more than a couple minutes at a time.

You snarled at your reflection as you passed the mirror in your entranceway for the umpteenth time. Pulling on your jacket and boots before you even realized what you were doing. It was ridiculous really. It’s a store, lots of people go to stores. And so what if Andy was there, he was probably too embarrassed by your rejection to come back anyways.

Nodding to yourself in the mirror, you grabbed your purse and made your way down to the road. It was surprisingly warm for the time of year so you decided to walk to the convenience store. Silently berating yourself as you walked for letting a man, you didn’t know, throw you completely out of whack over nothing. He hadn’t even been that bad! He just seemed awkward, and you immediately rejected him without a second thought.

So completely in your own head, you didn’t even notice the silent figure approaching you from behind. Your pace was slow enough that they easily caught up, and pulled you into an alley off the road before you could even squeak. They placed a gloved hand over your mouth, but it didn’t matter, you were in too much shock to scream. You felt a prick in your neck before everything slowly went dark, and your limbs went slack.

Your eyes fluttered open, bleary and unfocused. You couldn’t remember anything, and your head felt like it was full of cotton wool. Something was wrong, but you weren’t quite sure what. You brought your hand up to rub at your eyes, and heard a low murmur from your right. “There she is, how are you feeling, sweet girl?” You froze at the voice, you knew that voice. You struggled to place it, but you felt strong arms pull you back into a warm broad chest. It felt nice.

Soft hands stroked along your sides, before lacing through your own. You felt the scrape of a beard on the back of your neck as he nuzzled into you. “I was worried honey, you slept for so long. Are you back with me now?”

You felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on you, your brain finally caught up to what was going on. The alley, the prick in your neck, Andy had taken you. Before you could stop yourself you began to shake. Terrified of what the man whose grip on you had gone from soft to iron could actually do to you.

“Don’t be scared honey, you’re okay.” His voice held an edge, but there was a roughness to it as well, one you were all too familiar with. “Just be good for me. Be my good girl okay?”

It was posed a question but you could see it for the threat it was. Be my good girl, or else. You knew you had to tread carefully if you were going to get out of this. “Andy, what’s going on?”

He sighed and you felt him rest his forehead against your shoulder. “Honey, good girls don’t ask questions. I know this is new for both of us. It’ll take us some time to get used to it. Just let me take care of everything.” He let go of one of your hands to turn your face to him by your chin. Bringing his own face close enough so his breath whispered out against your lips. “I haven’t figured out all the rules yet, but we can do it together, okay? Now are you gonna be my good girl?”

His eyes held a darkness, the one you had seen flash through them at the store a few short weeks ago. Your voice seemed lodged in your throat, and only breathy little whimpers seemed to escape. You could feel the tears building in your eyes and fluttered them closed as you nodded your acquiescence. You just needed to buy yourself some time.

You felt his lips twitch into a grin against yours. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing you. At his praise you were surprised to find yourself getting aroused. You rubbed your thighs together as surreptitiously as you could. Andy licked into your mouth as his hand traveled down to the hem of the dress you were wearing. He bunched it up above your hips and gently traced his index finger up and down your thighs. You shivered, and bit your bottom lip, trying to contain your reaction to his soft touches.

“You need to relax, honey. Why don’t you let me help you?” You could hear the smirk in his words and he got up from behind you. He gently laid you on the bed and hovered above you. He stretched himself like a cat before leaning in to kiss you again. This time you gave in immediately, searching out access to his mouth. His kisses were intoxicating.

He gently cupped your cheek with one hand, his thumb soothingly stroking. You brought both your hands up to his shoulders, before settling by being gently clasped around his neck. His beard scratched your cheeks as he kissed you, a feeling you found somewhat unpleasant as you weren’t used to it at all. You whined into his mouth, and he slowly pulled away.

“That’s it honey,” he had mistaken your whine as one of pleasure and not pain. “Just let me take care of you, you’re being so good for me.” He trailed kisses down your neck and buried his face there. Your eyes darted around the room, looking for something, anything that could help you.

Andy pulled on the buttons at the front of your dress, opening enough to expose your chest. You inwardly cursed at your choice of a front clasping bra. Looking up at him with big tear filled eyes you brought one hand to his cheek and drew his gaze from your chest. “Andy, I don’t know. I’m scared.”

He shushed you and pulled you to his chest. “No honey, no. Don’t be scared, there’s nothing to worry about okay? I’ve known from the moment I saw you how perfect you are. So sweet, so beautiful. I knew, honey. Don’t you trust me?”

He pulled away so he could rest his forehead against yours. You saw nothing but truth in his eyes. Still you felt the tears leak from your eyes and a sob lodge in your throat, scared your tears would bring his anger back.

“Shhh honey, it’s okay. Why don’t we wait, huh? It’s been a big day for both of us. I’m sure you’ll feel better in the morning.” With that he extricated himself from your grasp and went over to the dresser. He pulled a silk nightie from the drawer and sleep pants for himself. “Come on, let’s get ready for bed.”

You nodded stiffly, and with Andy’s help took to your feet. You stripped out of your dress, feeling Andy’s eyes on you the entire time. Chancing a glance up at him you saw the steel return to his eyes as your hand twitched towards the nightie. Sighing you unclasped your bra and tossed it in the hamper, you pulled your panties down and stepped out of them, tossing them as well.

From your peripheral you saw Andy nod, and took that as permission to put on the nightie. It was short, but felt like heaven on. You climbed back into the bed as Andy swapped his jeans, t-shirt and boxer briefs for his sleep pants. You turned on your side facing the wall. Hoping he would fall asleep quickly.

He cuddled up behind you, pulling you tight against his chest again. One hand settled across your stomach, the other he wedged underneath your head. He slotted his leg between yours and sighed, truly content. “You’ll see honey, we’re going to be amazing together. I promise.”

You nodded and quietly let your tears flow freely, staring at the porcelain Saint Bernard sitting on the bedside table. Accepting that for now at least, you were the property of Andy Barber.

#it went a little like this #andy barber #andy barber x reader #dark!andy barber #defending jacob #chris evans

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bunnyscraft · 2 years

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What about Andy Barber with a cheating / getting back at kink

Like he knows Laurie is cheating on him so he turns to you

Dark!Andy Barber x Younger!Reader | Guilty

Bunny’s Note : oooo spicy !! Always love some dark!Andy Barber !! Hope you enjoy this one <3

Warnings : slight! dub-con, darkish!Andy, cheating, daddy kink, oral (f receiving), inexperienced!Reader, mean!Andy, slight misogyny, BIG AGE GAP !!

Andy’s pov:

I’d made it two steps into the pristine seemingly empty home before I heard it—the obnoxiously loud ringing of my wife’s phone. The shrill sound of the speaker shouldn’t have irritated me more than the reason for the call.

I knew who it was. Who he was.

Laurie’s feet thumped down the hallway—always quick to pick up the unknown caller or send it straight to voicemail before mumbling on about annoying telemarketers and asking how my day was.

I knew what she was doing.

I watched as her chipped red nails flipped the device over—screen now flat against the cold expensive marble that stood in the middle of our kitchen. “Oh! Ands—baby,” she faked surprise, moving around the counter to conduct our mandatory kiss. What once used to be the most exciting part of my day—I was about to get laid—now blended in with my other daily duties.

It’s Thursday—take out the trash.

Don’t forget to schedule with the groomer.

Take a handful of vitamins because apparently—I am now old.

Kiss cheating wife.

Go to work.

She leaned in, kissed the corner of my mouth as quickly as one could. I didn’t bother to return it and she didn’t bother to care—no she only continued to clamber around the kitchen searching for her bag and shoes and whatever else she’d need for her night out of pretending she wasn’t a mother and wasn’t in her mid forties and definitely wasn’t a married woman sleeping with drunk men in their twenties.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, babe. Sorry it’s such short notice—you know Susan can’t bake it all without me. She’ll definitely need my help with the bake sale and—” Laurie rambled on, picking up her phone and anxiously tapping through it.

She seemed to have forgotten that Susan didn’t know shit about baking and that our son, who was now a senior in high school, was possibly a little too old to have a mother host a bake sale for him.

All of these things—the bullshit lies and the shifty behavior—should have hurt me. Maybe they should have triggered a sort of dominance in me to protect my family or confront my wife. But no, in moments like these, I felt nothing.

“Oh and y/n is here—upstairs with Jacob.” She revealed—voice laced with annoyance. “You make sure she doesn’t try anything on him—she dresses like some kind of slutty-church girl. It’s weird and I don’t want that kind of influence around him. Especially right now.”

I had to bite back a smirk. It was almost comical—her calling you a slut, not that I’d disagree.

Y/n was a cute little thing—always smiling and offering to help when she’d find me covered in grass and dirt—dripping with sweat from working meticulously on our perfect suburban yard. She’d always stand there in some little sundress that would barely reach her knees and pristine white socks—obviously not dressed for the job but always ready to help old Mr. Barber out.

I’d never let her—dirtying a little thing like that wasn’t what I had in mind. Instead, like the old pervert I’ve grown into, I’d have her run inside the house for me for water—just to watch the little sway of her ass as she turned to do what I said, then ogle at the bounce of her tits when she’d skip back.

I’ll admit—I was a creep, I am a creep, but she had a slutty side to her.

Every now and then i’d jolt awake to the flash of y/n’s headlights shining through my window in the peak hours of the night—my bed uncomfortably empty. Were you like Laurie, y/n?Spending long nights out—lying and hiding about where and what you had been doing, either to your absent parents or doting boyfriend?

I had decided that that’s what she was: a little desperate slut—eager for the attention of an older man. It made me feel better to think of y/n this way. It kept me from focusing on those times when her soft laugh stuck a little too long in my head or when her comforting squeezes to my shoulder caused more than just a slight hard-on.

They caused emotions to spill.

I had written it all out in my head—a story on what this oblivious girl was really like.

You were easy—an easy little girl who was desperate for any form of male attention. Sure I didn’t really have enough evidence to back this claim, but I would stand by it.

Thats probably why you, once again, were helping Jacob prepare for his final exams—my son seemed to be under your spell too.

“Yeah sure.” I grunted, though Laurie was already more than halfway to the door, fidgeting anxiously with her keys.

Hours later—Laurie was gone. Empty goodbyes exchanged and forgotten. Andy was now on the couch—he’d not even bothered to rid himself of his button up and slacks for pajamas. His suit jacket hung over the couch and his white button up laid untucked and wrinkled against his torso as he apathetically listened to the news.

He’d stay like this—still and unfeeling until he had the energy to do it all again. At least Laurie didn’t require him to be fake—no she simply accepted that he accepted her infidelity and that if she were to comment on his behavior it would only backfire on her forcing them both into that ever looming, uncomfortable, conversation.

Andy had just began to zone out fully, the commercial for LED sprinkler lights turning into white noise—when the soft taps of feet sounded from the stairs. Your soft hums surrounding him in a sirens call—a warning of his inevitable fate.

His breathing became rigged—his eyes sealed shut as if he were an animal playing dead, hoping you’d walk right past him and out the front door—because if you didn’t, he knew he’d become just like Laurie. He knew he would no longer have the right to be bitter.

He would be just as guilty—thus no longer having the upper hand.

The smell of your floral-y perfume began to surround him. Sweet and warm—just what a girl like you should be—and it caused him to tightly grip the expensive leather couch.

“Mr. Barber? I know you’re awake~” You’d giggled. Andy had sensed your presence had gotten closer—he assumed you had now been standing directly in front of him—probably twirling your hair like some sick-man’s favorite porn star, giving him those big alien-fuckdoll ‘fuck me’ eyes.

“Mr. Barber? a-are you okay? you’ve been down here for a few hours and—” you’d carried on worriedly. Andy’s eyes finally cracked open—you were worried about him. And it had caused Andy to swoon.

Taking you in, he began to realize you’d looked nothing like he expected you to, well besides the checkered skirt and teddy bear soft sweater, no instead of alien-fuckdoll-pornstar, you looked worried. Your smaller soft hands fidgeted with each other and your eyebrows pulled together from nerves. Andy felt the strong urge to grab you—pull you into him and hold you until your concern suffocated him. Not that Andy had felt love, real love, in such a long time—but a small voice was gnawing at him to give it to you.

When you had gotten no response you moved closer—now standing between his spread legs, watching as his emotionless eyes darted across your face. So you tried again. “Mr. Barber I really think you should go to bed—or eat something. Andy—”

“You think I need to go to bed?” Andy asked, his eyes not giving way to his intentions. His voice was gruff—and tired. It made you nervous.

“I-I do, Sir.”

Andy hummed at your response, as if thinking it over. A darkness emitting from his actions.

“No. No, I don’t need that. Figure something else out. What do I really need y/n?” Andy urged, not bothering to hide his smirk and not really caring that he let you see. You looked so scared—worried for him but so so scared.

“I know you’re a smart girl, honey. Go on—show me what I need.” He urged, thick thighs spreading Knowing—hoping you’d get the hint.

You swallowed harshly. You weren’t oblivious to sex, you weren’t a virgin. But you’d never slept with someone so much older than you, someone married, and you had never even been able to cum or even sucked a cock before. Yet, you were curious—would he be gentle with you?

Slowly you sank down, the dark rug scraping against your knees surely leaving burns. Being eye-level with his bulge but refusing to look towards it.

Andy’s heart swelled with pride at how well you obeyed. “That’s all it takes, Honey? Just need a’ man to be a’ little bit bossy and you’re happy to be on your knees.” He belittled, watching as your puffy cheeks flushed red. “Go on then, baby, take daddy’s cock out. We both know that’s what you’re here for.”

A pathetic whine crawled it’s way up your throat and passed through your lips before you could catch it—adding onto your embarrassment. Shakily you moved to unbutton his slacks, fingers lightly brushing against the outline of his cock. Andy groaned at the sight of you—Your pretty eyes well up with salty tears, pouty bottom lip caught by your teeth, trying to free his cock without actually touching it.

For a moment Andy thought—No you couldn’t possibly—

“Honey,” Andy drawled, taking your dainty hands in his. His touch and tone suddenly much softer. “Has a man ever gotten you on your knees like this, Honey?”

Suddenly heat flooded your being—either from embarrassment or excitement or both. You quickly hid away from his questioning eyes, afraid to tell him that: No, you hadn’t ever been on your knees for a man before.

Andy’s thumb began to rub small shapes around your hands. Soothing you as he waited for an answer before realizing that the younger girl in front of him hadn’t. He felt as if he’d struck gold—the universe was giving him what he rightfully deserved.

“Look at me, Baby.” He commanded, grasping you chin, tilting your head up. “Answer me this time—has a man ever gotten on his knees for you, Honey?” He didn’t miss the way your thighs began to shake, just slightly.

“I-I…I don’t know what you…No. No sir—”

A savage growl ripped through the room and before you knew it—you were sprawled out on the couch, pillow under your head, and Andy between your thighs.

“Fuck baby,” He groaned, taking in your wetness that had by now ruined the delicate fabric of your panties, “Daddy’s gonna eat this little pussy, m’kay, baby? Then when daddy’s done,” he paused, leaving starved kisses and bites along the insides of your thighs. “You’re gonna gonna take me—lemme claim you, honey”

His words had your head spinning. Here you were, about to let a man twice your age, a married man, eat you out on his couch. Andy’s hands moved up your thighs, leaving little excited tingles, before settling on your hips. “Fuck. These little panties are so fucking cute, Honey.” He admired, tugging at the little black bow that sat above the white lace. “Andy don’t-" you tried to stop him from ripping the lace, because you too thought they were cute, only to receive a harsh strike to the outside of your thigh. “Don’t go dumb on me already, little girl. I told you to call me something, not any of this ‘Andy’ bullshit.” Before you could even muster an ‘I’m sorry Daddy’ he was ripping them down your thighs, before diving into your pussy.

The sounds spilling from his mouth mixed with your own wetness was so obscene it had you shuffling away from the embarrassment, only for his left hand to land on your tummy, firmly holding you in place. “God—fuck I should have done this a long fucking time ago,” he said between breaths, “could have been in this pretty pussy instead of waiting on my goddamn whore of a wife.”

His wife. Oh god his fucking wife. “a-andy we c-cant! what if l-laurie walks in?” you tremble, terrified of being caught with your friend’s—father’s face between your thighs by said friend’s mother. Your protest only seem to egg him on. A pleasantly painful burn making its appearance on your skin—due to the friction of his beard.

“Laurie,” Andy spits, “doesn’t fucking matter.” His words are harsh. And a part of you hurts for Laurie, but that hurt quickly vanishes as your visions begins to fuzz and tummy begins to tighten—suddenly all you can focus on is the impending approach—not your guilt. Your thighs clamp around Andy’s head, and he welcomes the pressure—happy to be making his girl feel her first real orgasm. He even chuckles when they begin to shake.

“You gonna cum, little girl? Cum on daddy’s tongue?” He patronizes, fingers harshly flicking your bud before he begins to fuck you with his tongue.

“a-andy! I think—It feels funny—im gonna,”

“Say it, baby. Tell daddy you’re gonna cum.”

“Im cumming, Daddy!”

Your hands tightly grasp his brown locks as stars begin to cloud your eyes. Crying out a series of whines and ‘thank you Daddy’’s. The sensitivity of it all becoming too much as his tongue laps up your slick.

You had never experienced something so intensely before—your body was giving out, ready to fall into a warm sleep.

That is—until his dark chuckles began to surround your hazzy mind.

“I tire you out, honey?” He laughed, leaning over your smaller frame. “Can’t believe you’ve been starving me of this cute little body.”

His fingers were gentle—lightly tracing the teeth marks he’d left along the inside of your thigh. They hurt and were still very fresh but you found his touch comforting—almost sweet.

“a-andy? can I ask you something?” Your soft voice broke through the silence.

Andy hummed, blue eyes intense but encouraging you to continue.

“Andy…can you kiss me?”

In that moment he knew. He knew you couldn’t just be a simple fuck. Or some simple slut he used to take his marital frustrations out on.

You had a future so different from his present—and he was willing to use everything at his disposal to solidify that it was with him.

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georgiapeach30513 · 8 months

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A Little At A Time, Part 12

Summary: And baby Barber is a... Laurie just can't leave you alone

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, teasing, D/s dynamics, Laurie, fainting, Soft!Andy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.6K

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“I need you,” Andy says with a determined face to his coworker. Mike jumps up immediately grabbing his jacket. Andy never demanded anything of him. You give him a tiny little wave before your hand lays on your stomach. Your eyes never leave Andy as he grabs up a few things from his desk.

“Well, come on,” he declares exasperated towards Mike.

“What is happening?” Mike asks, following Andy out into the foyer of the office. Andy is right at your side, arm wrapping around your back, and his hand presses up against your stomach. You lay a hand over his, a pretty glittering ring shines in Mike’s eye.

“Are you showing off the ring or…”

“We’re getting married. I need you to be our witness,” Mike shakes his head no as he walks back into his office, “Hey, I need you to do this for me.”

“What is the rush? You guys haven’t even been dating long, and…” you step behind Andy, a calming hand lays on his stomach before you push him aside, “I’m sorry. I just don’t think you need to rush into things. If you really need a witness I’m sure there will be others.”

“There is. My cousin is meeting us at the courthouse. Do you believe Andy and I love each other?”

“Of course, but Andy falls fast, and you seem new to relationships. I’m sorry, I can’t condone a shotgun wedding,” you continue to smile at him as you step closer, grabbing up his hand and you press it against your belly. “Oh god, now there’s a baby involved.”

“There shouldn’t be a timeline involved in marriage or love. I love Andy. And I know that he loves me more than he even loves himself. Our sweet little pea was conceived in love, and is a miracle. This is just something non formal so when we go to our doctor’s appointment tomorrow my last name is Barber. We want you in our lives, and our baby’s. I know you have reservations, but do you think that what Andy and I have is different than before?”

Mike shrugs, but he does nod his head a tiny bit. “Mike, please, Andy wants you there today. Of course we can find someone else, but we want you there. Can you not find it in your heart just to be present with us today? Please? I’ll make you some more of those cookies that you love.”

“And the funeral potatoes?” Cracking a smile, you nod your head. Whatever it took to get Mike to be there with you and Andy. It’s all he wanted, and you were going to make sure your fiance had the people he cared about with him. If he wanted potatoes and cookies, it’s what he was going to get.

“Fine. Fine, let's get you two, and baby Barber hitched. There’s really a baby in your belly?” You giggle, moving to hold tightly onto Andy’s arm. But you were ready to be legally Mrs. Barber.

“Who is that?” Mike whispers in your ear when he sees Poppy waving at you and Andy, and you give him a knock in the ribs, shushing him. “I need to know.”

“That is my cousin, Poppy. Come on. We’re running late because of you.”

“I told Andy not to go through downtown. It may be a shorter distance, but you always have to fight with traffic. Are you having a party afterwards or not?” You shake your head no as Andy’s hand goes behind your back to walk the two of you upstairs. On stairs he was either behind you, or a hand on your back. Always.

“No, but we do have plans to go back to Georgia for a formal wedding, and you’re invited. Getting married in a clearing where magnolia trees grow. Because of what I feel the due date is, this baby is still going to be inside me, but it’s okay. My Mamaw wants to have a baby shower for her grand baby anyways. Now, shh. No more questions, and no more talking. Poppy!”

Poppy gives Andy’s friend a glance over before mentioning how you were late. It isn’t like you weren’t aware of not being on time, but it didn’t matter. Today you were becoming Mrs. Andrew Barber. And today has never felt more right in your life. You have never questioned Andy or your relationship. It finally felt like you were home.

“Alright, Mr. And Mrs. Barber,” you look over to Andy with a cute little smile, as the doctor scoots in between your legs, “are you ready to see your baby?” A squeak slips out your mouth, and you squeeze tighter to your husband.

“Sorry, she’s a bit overwhelmed.”

“It’s okay. We’ve talked about your concerns. But let’s look at how baby is growing,” rubbing the wand on a little bump, you can’t look at anything but the monitor. Unblinking until the tiny image of your baby comes on the screen, and another squeak pops out of your mouth.

“There ya go. There’s your baby. When…when did you say you think you conceived?” You give him the exact date that you believe a miracle happened, and he turns to look at you oddly. “Why has it taken you so long to come to a doctor’s appointment?”

“Doctor, my wife was told she most likely would never have a child on her own. She was scared to, and…what is that?” A steady rhythm now makes Andy chirp. Getting closer to you, and he presses his lips against your forehead.

“That is your baby’s heartbeat, and she’s growing right on time. You guessed the date, and that’s what is reading up on the screen it’s just…”

You squeal. Pulling your husband down to pepper kisses against his lips over and over again. The doctor wasn’t slick. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“But you said it. You said she,” you remind him, still clinging to Andy’s hand when the realization finally hits him.

“We can do a blood test with you to be sure. Mrs. Barber, you have a lot of scar tissue, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that. You said you worked at a daycare?” Both you and Andy give him a nod while he starts cleaning up his work space. “If you have the means, I really think you should quit working. You’re at high risk. Your baby is fine, so don’t panic. But you shouldn’t be lifting any children. I don’t want you under too much stress. Baby needs to grow in a healthy environment, and in order to do that I think it would be best for you to be at home.”

Andy’s mind was made up instantly. You were going to be at home. He wouldn’t even take you back to work. He knew the director well enough, and she would understand. You and the baby were his priority. He had more than enough to take care of the three of you.

“I don’t want you to feel trapped. Walking daily would be a great low impact exercise, it’d get you out of the house. Going to the library, doing social things. Have lunch with friends. You’re not on bed rest, but I have a feeling you are one who wants to hold your students, yes?” Giving him a nod, you know this was a done deal.

You were never going to lift another thing during pregnancy. You don’t even have to look into Andy’s eyes. You know he’s already planning what needs to be taken care of to make sure the baby stays safe. The baby girl. “Mrs. Barber, you want a healthy baby. I want you to have a healthy baby.”

“Baby girl.”

“I shouldn’t have said that. This is a bit too early to tell, but in my personal experience, that peach in your belly could be a girl.”

Your bottom lip juts out, and you turn to look at Andy. You had told him that the baby was measuring the size of a peach. His hand covers your belly. Spreading his fingers wide, and splaying them out as he gives you the sweetest kiss to the top of your head. That was your baby peach, and you knew exactly how you wanted to decorate her bedroom.

“Okay you two, Susie, up front, will get you another appointment scheduled. You’ll be coming a bit more than the normal person because you are at high risk. Next time I see you, I want you to be a practicing stay at home mom, walking the road in your suburb, and have read a few more books, okay? You think you can do that for me?”

“She will. Don’t worry. I’m going to make sure that her and the baby are safe and sound. She’ll have some new hobbies, too.”

“Hey, baby,” Andy’s raspy voice, wakes you up from a peaceful sleep. He was down by your belly, holding it, and talking to her again. “I guess I can official call you my baby Peach Blossom. You are indeed a girl. Your daddy always wanted girls. Especially if they’re going to be as beautiful as mommy.”

He gives your belly kisses all over, and you chuckle at the tickle of his beard. He loved her so much already. You didn’t have to worry about Andy not wanting to be in her life. He was in. All in. Was counting down the days until he became a father.

“We woke your mommy up. She’s snorting like a piggy. Did you know that you make her gassy.”

“Andy!” You groan, running your fingers through his hair. You didn’t care what he was telling your baby girl, it was the fact he talked to her all the time. His bond with her was already so sweet, and you couldn’t wait to see him hold this itty bitty baby in his beefy arms.

“Well, she does. So today, you and mommy are going to have your overnight oats she made. Then you’re walking to the library, so she can pick up some new books. And then, daddy is getting off work after lunch. We’re going to go out to dinner for our first date anniversary. Do you know what your mommy did on our first date? She wet the bed.”

“Would you stop it!” Andy looks up at you with the brightest eyes and biggest smile. He was so full of manure, but man if he wasn’t the most handsome thing. And the way he loved your daughter already. “Daddy you know what tomorrow is, right?”

“Toenail painting day! Ma’am,” he presses his whole mouth over your belly. An animated deep voice as he continues to talk to the baby, “You are getting in the way of your mommy’s feet. We have only just begun to sprout your belly, and you’re in the way. But I also think mommy likes her foot massages more than me painting her toes. I’m horrible at it. But I will rub her feet, and paint her toes whenever she wants me to. Because it’s what mommy deserves.”

“So when she’s born, what are we going to call her?”

“Baby Mae Barber.”

“Daddy, our baby has to have a name. She can’t have everyone calling her Baby Barber. You by all means can continue to call her that, but she needs a name,” he blows a raspberry on your belly shaking his head no. “Andy! Her needs a name!”

“I thought of something, but…I don’t know if you will like it,” he had been thinking about names, and for some reason that man thought you wouldn’t like it. You were sure whatever he had come up with would be the sweetest thing. “Magnolia.”

“Oh, stop it,” it was the sweetest thing. It was the best name, and you didn’t even think about it yourself.

“You hate it,” crying, you shake your head no. “Oh, honey, what is wrong? The tears came on so fast this time. Normally I have a bit of a warning if you’re going to cry,” you couldn’t even make words. An overwhelming feeling of pure love washes over you, and it makes you speak in high pitch nonsense.

“So you don’t hate it?” More shakes of your head as you try to say real words. You sound ridiculous, and you were sure you looked even more ridiculous. “Honey? What is it?”

“It’s — it’s perfect,” your cries turn into screeches as you pull some tissues out from the beside table. “And — and — and can we call her Maggie? Maggie Mae Barber?”

“Of course we can,” sobs. Obnoxious and ugly sobs. “You and your hormones. Maggie, you have made your mom speak another language,” you begin to wail, pulling him up the bed for the wettest kiss. You didn’t even cry this much on your official wedding day.

“Listen, I should be home by the time her crib gets delivered,” more tears. They never stopped. You are sure this was going to end in divorce if you couldn’t get it together. You are crying over her name, and now her crib. “And the reason I told you that is because you do not touch it. Don’t move it. Don’t slide it. I’ll get it. I’ll get it made. And then we can have more than wallpaper in her bedroom.”

“Andy, I love her bedroom. Can we just put our bed in there, and let me just sleep in there?” Sitting up straight, he motions you to sit in his lap, while he holds you tight. He feels so good. So warm, and perfectly comfortable. “Why not?”

“Because both her beds should be here. You know we got the round bed to be in here with us. And then she’ll graduate to her own bedroom,” the tears get louder as you think about your baby not sleeping next to you, and then in a completely different room sounded nonsensical.

“Honey, her room is down the hall. We don’t have to think about her being anywhere, but growing inside her nest right now. That is where she needs to be, and that’s where she is. Besides, don’t you want to hang her mobile over her bed? The one with the tiny little peaches?”

“Her bedroom is going to be so cute, and I just can’t stand it. I’m so tired of crying. I just want our Maggie…aww, Andy her name is Maggie!” You give yourself a moment to think about how the one thing you always wanted, and were told you could never have; now she was growing in your belly. You could feel her. Could even feel how she reacted to Andy’s voice. “Andy, I’m ready to hold her.”

“I know, Peach Bottom. But maybe she should sprout up a bit more first. Okay. Come on. Breakfast, and then shower with me. We’re trying to conserve water, remember?”

“Oh, you mean a nasty fucking in the shower is conserving water?”

“When you say it like that, it sounds awful. We don’t always fuck. Only sometimes when I can’t help but stare at how sexy you are with me growing inside of you. Fine, I won’t fuck you this morning.”

“I did not say that.”

“I’ll save my fucking for after dinner. Just like our first date, but I still expect you to shower with me.”

You peruse through the shelves of books. Most of the time you weren’t even looking for something to read, but it was nice to get out of the house and to see people. Grabbing your belly, you grunt out as Maggie kicks you hard, “Okay, little lady, don’t be so rough with mommy. I think me and daddy are going to have us a sassy girl on our hands.”

Scratching at your neck, you turn and look behind you. You felt weird, as if someone was creeping up on you, but there was no one. Continuing to walk down the aisle further, Maggie kicks you again. You had a ways to go, and you felt like she was already running out of room. She was active. You knew you would miss feeling her with you always, so you hate to complain.

“Mmm,” you make an uncomfortable grunt as you head towards the sofas. You need to sit. Braxton Hicks contractions were kicking your butt. One emergency room visit later, and just to know everything was fine and normal, you finally took it as a sign your body was preparing for her birth.

You take slow inhales and exhales as you rub along your belly, finally sitting down. Counting your breaths, and checking your watch. That same prickly feeling runs up your neck, but you are focused on the short moment of your insides tightening up. Holding your breath as you open your eyes, you flinch.

This was where the prickly feeling was coming from. Standing up, you grab your bag, and start to leave. You didn’t have to deal with this. “I — I mean no harm.”

“What do you want, Laurie? To tell me that my husband is a piece of shit and that I will eventually see?” She shakes her head no, walking closer to you with her arms outstretched and low, “You’re not touching my belly.”

“Did Andy even talk about why we got divorced?”

“You cheated. It’s what you deserved. You don’t get to hurt people, and think they’re going to stay.”

“I was the one that filed. I was unhappy,” you shake your head no, taking a step back from her. She was lying. Andy had never lied to you. “I didn’t want kids, and he pressured me to have kids.”

“Well, he’s getting what he wants now, and with me.”

“I want you to really think about your relationship. Is this what you wanted? Or did you allow someone that was handsome to manipulate you into thinking you wanted this? Why the rush to get married, and then pregnant. Or are you one of those people that get married because you’re pregnant? Please tell me you’re not that dumb.”

“I’m not dumb,” you blink a bit too long as a cloud interrupts your vision. “I wanted her. I wanted her when…when I was…” why were words so hard. Why couldn’t you think or process what was happening. “I always wanted her. And Andy, he…” you exhale slowly, holding onto your stomach as your vision goes completely blurry.

“He was…he was — mmm — Laurie?” Your vision completely blacks out, and a scream echoes through the library.

“Oh god, someone call an ambulance! Hey, hey,” she slaps at your face. Rolling you to your back. “Call an ambulance! Nonono,” Laurie presses her fingers up against your neck, feeling satisfied with feeling your pulse before grabbing her phone. “Andy, don’t hang up. Your wife…she…she fainted.”

“What do you mean?” His protective veneer rolls over his skin as he grabs his keys, and walks out of the office. “Laurie, how do you know this? Is she okay?”

“She’s at the library, and I saw her pass out in front of me. She hasn’t woken up yet, but…hey, hey, you see me. Andy, her eyes are opening.

“Daddy? What’s going on? Where am I?” Why did Laurie say his name? And how did you get to the floor?

“Laurie, keep her awake, I’m almost there,” Andy has never driven this fast in his life. He isn’t sure why Laurie was with you. How she was the one that was watching over you, but right now he couldn’t process anything, but getting to you. It hurt him that you sounded scared. That whatever happened, happened without him there.

Feeling like it took too long to get to the library, he bolts up the stairs. Beating the ambulance as he rushes to your side. “Daddy, I don’t know what happened,” you cry as he wraps his arms around you. Burying your face in his neck. “I just wanna go home.”

“Shh, baby, I’m right here. I’ve got you, but we have to get you checked out. Laurie, what happened? Why are you a part of this?”

“We,” she starts. Not daring to get any closer to the two of you. You had an odd bond with Andy; one she never had with him. “We…we were just talking,” she stutters out, unable to look Andy in the eyes. “And then she struggled to speak, and fell.”

“I wanna go home,” you whisper onto him. All you need is his arms wrapped tightly around you. It was all that you desired right now. Have Andy rub along your little princess. “Please, can we go home?”

“What were you talking about?”

“I’m happy for you two,” Andy can hear you whisper no, but you cling tighter to him. You didn’t need a scene. You need out of here, and away from Laurie.

“She’s high risk. She doesn’t need stress,” he knows that Laurie is lying, but the need to comfort you was higher. “Baby, hey, look at me. Hey, honey. Everything is okay. How’s Maggie?”

“What if I fell on her?”

“You didn’t. You’re holding her. That’s our baby, and you protected her,” you look down at your belly, giving the swell a squeeze. As if on cue, Maggie rolls around, and you and Andy both look at each other smiling.

“There’s our Maggie. She’s okay. We’re going to let them check you out, and,” your head starts to violently shake back and forth. You just want to be at home with Andy holding you.

“Daddy, please can we just go home.”

“Why the fuck does she calling you that,” Laurie snarls, looking at you still softly clinging to Andy. Your husband turns around to glare at her. “You sick fuck. You finally did it. Found a woman with daddy issues, just so you could get off. Had to find you a young one, too. Manipulated her into your perfect submissive housewife. She’s going to get tired of you, and this life you’re making her have.”

“Laurie, not now,” if it wasn’t for your fingers soothingly running over his beard, Andy would have lost all self control. His attention did not need to be off you right now. “Do not say another word. My wife does not need stress, she needs to get to her doctor. Go. I appreciate the call, but it would be in your best interest to shut up, and go.”

Her mouth starts to open again, and Andy’s body tenses, “Go!” Drawing out the word until she slowly back away, and he turns to look at you, “Hey, Peaches, I know you don’t want to, but we’re going to get you and Maggie Mae looked at. And then, Daddy is going to get you home, and rub your feet until you fall asleep okay?”

“Okay. Daddy, I’m scared,” he knows you are. That nickname for him never was said outside of your home. You need his comfort. Going completely into a submissive state, and letting him lead you. He is more worried about your in subspace in public now that he could feel Maggie.

“I know, baby. She’s still kicking. Our angel is telling us that she’s okay, but I need to know both my girls are okay. You understand, right baby?” You nod your head, hearing the paramedics come in. “They’re going to check your vitals, and if they say it’s okay, I’m going to be the one to take you to the hospital. Baby, I just need you to breathe. You can do that for me.”

You want to. You want to make Andy proud, plus, you know that your daughter needs you to be calm. Needs you to not stress. Your daughter needs you.

“Mr. And Mrs. Barber,” you didn’t think you would ever get tired of hearing that. It is like you were born to be Mrs. Barber. The doctor looks up at the monitor, and back to you and Andy with a smile, “Your daughter is fine. But I want you on bed rest.”

“Why?” Andy gives you a soft kiss to the top of your head. He knows you won’t actually go against what the doctor says, but you also are someone that needs to know what is going on. “If she’s okay.”

“Your fainting could have been bad for her. I don’t know what caused the fainting. Your blood pressure is fine, there’s no swelling. You are doing everything you can for your daughter, and doing a great job. I’m assuming you had a stressor?”

“You could say that,” you didn’t even know Laurie, and you still despised her.

“You can go out with someone. But I want you mostly on bed rest. Have you some meals prepped and ready to go. Get you some reading done. Nest. Don’t rearrange her room, but setting up her books, toys, and clothes will be fine. Mrs. Barber, I’m sorry, but this is what is best for you, and Magnolia. And you want to do what’s right for her.”

“Yeah, of course I do. So…no heavy lifting, and I can’t go out of my house alone?”

“No,” Andy is already nodding his head, wondering if he should ask someone to stay with you. “Phone on you at all times. Mr. Barber?” The doctor looks towards Andy when he clears his throat.

“We have a trip to Georgia planned. Her grandparents haven’t seen her, and…we were…that’s…”

“We were going to do a small ceremony for my family. Is that still possible? It’s just in a couple of weeks, and…I wanted…we’ll do what you suggest though. She’s what is important.”

“Yes, you can go. I’m not keeping you from your family. I just don’t want you to be alone. Now, Mr. Barber, go pamper your wife.”

“Andy!” You giggle watching him carefully paint your toenails. But his pinky finger was tickling you. “Stop stop stop!”

“Honey, you can’t see your toes, so I am doing this before we leave for Georgia,” your mouth turns up into an o, as you gasp at him. Andy can’t help his chuckles, but keeps painting. “You can’t see because Maggie Mae is getting so big now. She’s growing right on time, and you are doing the best job, and…Peach Bottom, I don’t think I have ever found you more sexy than this.”

“Oh, stop. You’re just saying that,” Andy slowly puts down the bottle of nail polish, and pulls your legs apart. Sinking to his knees. His hands hold onto your belly before sliding to your hips, and then back again, “Ands, what are you doing?”

“I don’t think you realize the rush I get knowing that I’m the reason you are swelling like this. Seeing these men stare at your belly as you hold my hand, and they know I’m the reason that you are growing our child. They know that I am the one that fucked you so hard and deep that I started growing inside of you. I wake up, and I see our daughter rolling around, and I know one day she is going to be out of your belly and on my chest.”

“Daddy,” you gulp as Andy’s hand dips under your dress. One hand was rubbing over your bump, while the other sinful hand was rubbing over your covered center.

“Shh, I need you to listen because I think you doubt what I mean. You’re sexy. You always have been, but now you are always so full of me. And our Maggie Mae,” your breathing hitches as he peppers kisses over your stomach. All over her temporary home before starting to drift lower, “One day, this baby is going to be in our arms, and people are still going to know that you take daddy’s cock so well.”

“Only Daddy’s cock,” you give him a wicked grin, pushing him away from you with your foot, “Andy, my whole body is yours. Every part of me you have had, and filled.”

“Where are you going?” He asks as you head towards your bedroom, turning to the side, you take off the dress you had been wearing. The only other thing that covered you was panties that were barely covering you anymore.

Running your hands over your skin, you let Andy see the side profile of all your new curves. Your breasts were slowly becoming another favorite thing of Andy’s. You could literally see his eyes glaze over into a dark pool of lust as you cup your belly. Holding onto his and your daughter.

Biting at your lip, you whimper, “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can I ride you tonight?”

“Of course, Peaches, whatever it is that you want, honey,” as soon as he gets close enough to you, you cup his bulge, moaning out his name. “You better get in the bedroom. Tomorrow we go to Georgia, and you’re not as quiet anymore,” just a graze of his body on your hardened buds, has you mewling. Starting to walk backwards into the bedroom.

“I don’t think so. Turn your hot little self around and walk correctly into the bedroom.’

“Yes, Daddy. And you get naked and on the bed. Want to see what’s mine,” a guttural moan echoes off his lips, and his gait picks up in speed. You were basically undressed, while he was fully clothed.

Slipping out of his clothes quickly, he doesn’t head to the bed, but instead turns to you. Tenderly he slides your panties off you. Making you step out of them without getting too wobbly before laying on the bed. His fist pumps his pretty cock in his hand while you crawl over to him. You don’t even have to try to be sexy, you just were. A belly perfectly round and housing his baby.

Throwing a leg over him, he squeaks as your drenched core sinks over him. His thick hands immediately go to rub over your bump as he stares up at you with the most loving face you have ever seen. He loved every inch of you, and every stretch of you. He was thankful for what you are sacrificing to give the two of you a child. And you were thankful for him.

You always wanted a family of your own, but could have never imagined you’d get the most perfect man in Andy. Didn’t think it would happen as fast as it did, and yet, it felt like you had known Andy your whole life. He was your best friend. He took care of you like no one else ever did.

He has never seen anyone more beautiful than his wife, full of him in every way possible, making the most amazing sounds. You just got him. You, too, wanted a quiet and simple life. Being a family was good enough for you. Being a mother and wife is what you wanted, and felt born to do.

“Peach Bottom, I’m not in a rush,” he coos up at you as your speed skyrockets faster. “My lord,” Andy grunts as how tight your walls were constricting him. Pregnancy was doing you wonders. “Baby!”

“Daddy, I can’t stop. It’s so good. So good. Daddy! You make me feel so good and full. Daddy!” You pant out. Things just feel much more intense, you couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. It was the best feeling in the world. His moans make you want to come undone immediately, but you didn’t want to yet. You wanted to just ride him all night.

The way his fingers dig into your ass with such harshness was such a contrast with how he rubbed over the belly softly. Almost as if he was already holding your daughter, but also wanting to make sure that you knew who was boss.

“Daddy, I’m going to come.”

“Me, too, baby. Just don’t stop. Daddy is almost there. I’m right there. Right…right there! Honey! Peaches!” He moans as his seed spurts out, and you keep going. Going right until the damn breaks, and a beautiful euphoria rushes into every inch of your veins. Slowing down right until the moment you stop, and you smile down at him. His own dopey grin pulling up his lips.

“She’s going to sleep in here with us for a while,” Andy loved how you went from being so needy and dirty for him to wanting to talk about after Maggie’s birth. “I want one of those beds that attach to ours before we put her in the bassinet.”

“Okay. We’ll put her right here,” he taps on the bed, smiling as he watches your face turn into a grimace.

“Andy, that is your side of the bed. Wouldn’t it be easier for her to be on my side of the bed?”

“Nope. Her will need kisses from daddy before I hand her over to you to feed her. I can even change her diaper, while you get like a minute more of sleep, and I can have some time with my baby girl. You know she’s going to be a daddy’s girl, right?”

“I’m hoping for it,” you turn your back to Andy, and reach behind you, “Alright, Daddy, come hold me and your baby. She needs her daddy’s hands on her.”

“Whatever my princess needs, she gets,” he whispers on your skin. His hand slides around your belly, and he gives her water bed playful squeezes, “Maggie, you keep growing, but I can’t wait to hold you. Me and your mommy have waited forever for you. Peaches, she’s going to be so spoiled.”

“Mhmm.”

“Just like her mommy. Mmm,” he shakes his head, burying himself further into the crook of your neck, “And this weekend, we get our wedding ceremony,” you smile as sleep slowly starts to take you over. Your Mamaw and Papaw were going to get to dote on your miracle. Get to officially welcome Andy to the family. And you couldn’t wait. Life was everything you had ever dreamed, and still so much better, and definitely so much sweeter.

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sstan-hoe · 6 months

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must pick one CE fictional babe and share a hoe thought including the prompts: tears + “Promise I’ll make it all better.” 😏 Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️

oh, oh, oh...this is not gonna end well...😏😏 I can't betray my husband... Imagine he's fucking you, good and hard...not stopping, but oh you're crying! Oh, how guilty he feels...

pairing — andy barber x fem!reader

warnings — I have no idea if this makes sense

note — look at @stargazingfangirl18 spreading some much needed hoe vibes 😌😌 she knows how to get you going! reblogs/comments are appreciated :) short but filthy I hope

His hands gripped your hips as he moved them over his cock, you held onto his shoulders. Your head fell back as hit your cervix hard, even rolling his own hips up too meet your thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Andy was slowly, but surly losing control. Right hand moving up to the back of your head, tucking harshly on your roots.

You groaned loudly, tears beginning to sting in your eyes. Andy closed his mouth around your throat, sucking on your sensitive skin.

“Oh, honey…, that’s it,” he whispered against your neck, bucking his hips up in a harsh thrust. God, he loved feeling you clench around him, hitting your sweet little spot and bruising your skin with his hands, mouth, everything.

Andy slides his hand from your waist to your clit, rubbing hard circles, causing a pornographic moan to slip past your lips.

“Fuck, Andy,” you cried, tears now fully streaming down your cheeks and catching your man’s attention.

“Honey…tears? I’m sorry, let me make it up to you,” Andy gently stroked your cheek and laid you back on the bed.

“Promise I’ll make it all better,” his hands moved to your centre, caressing your skin. Then he latched his mouth onto your cunt, devouring every drop.

It felt good, better than his cock splitting his open — okay his cock always felt good, but with his tongue Andy was a lot more sensitive. You enjoyed it, couldn’t suppress the whimpers and moans slipping from your tongue.

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rainydayandmondays · 4 months

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...in case, I stand one little chance...

Summary: New Year’s Eve shouldn’t be for charity galas. Or at least that’s what Andy believes. Good thing he can see you when he gets home.

Pairing: Andy Barber X Reader, Jake Jensen X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: 18+ only. Minors DNI. Explicit language, explicit sexual content, male masturbation, fingering (female receiving), voyeurism, Daddy kink, slight non-con, unprotected sex

Author’s Note: Our third holiday in the Holidays with Andy series. And when I told you that Andy was not too happy about this one, well...

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Andy watched as everyone made their way around the venue making small talk with people they honestly couldn’t care less about. He sipped at the glass of champagne being passed around. But he could really go for something harder right about now.

Laurie had invited him tonight. It was the Children’s Cottage charity gala. They had really gone all out this year. Some last-minute donors had really shelled out the cash this time. Probably looking for an easy tax write off. Either way, Laurie had spent the last couple of weeks completely enveloped in putting on the best gala. Something about money attracts money. Big gala meant big donations. Or at least that’s what she had said as she laid out his suit for the night.

Andy was itching to get a way. He had done his due diligence for the night. Had showed up, providing the loving, doting husband routine as they walked into the venue. However, it was not but thirty minutes before Laurie was pulled away to schmooze with some potential donors. She left Andy to fend for himself as he looked around the event area. Somewhere along the way, he had been cornered by one of the farther leaning conversative attendees. Once they found out about his job, the man couldn’t help but to drone on about the need to tighten up on crime. Mind you, Andy was pretty sure this man lived behind a gate with a driveway that took at least ten minutes to drive up. What possible crime would he know about?

Breaking free from the conversation under the guise of refilling his drink, Andy decided to loiter by the bar for the remainder of the night. He was sure at some point Laurie would find him, until then, he would wait out, switching the champagne for something harder.

Halfway into his glass of whiskey, he felt his phone go off in his pocket. Turning towards the bar, he took it out to see the pop-up notification from his favorite app. There was movement detected. He smiled, you must have made it home and before midnight.

Andy hadn’t seen you after your Secret Santa exchange. You having taken the week off from work, he had missed seeing you flit through the office. Seeing you pour your third cup of coffee for the day in the breakroom as you talked about your New Year’s plans. He knew you would celebrate it. Holidays seemed to be too big a deal for you not to.

No, there hadn’t been any sight of you for a whole week. Well, except for his camera. There, he had seen so much of you. In the short week that it had been up, Andy was able to discover a lot about you. He had made sure to set up the motion detected notifications the day after that first night. Wearing subdued clothing to work, at home you preferred satin nighties and pajama sets. He imagined you preferred the softness against your skin. In the mornings, you would wake up and start blasting 80’s music as you danced around your room, getting ready for the day. He didn’t know he could love Bon Jovi so much being an AC/DC fan himself. But something about you lip-syncing to Dead or Alive as you made your bed had that song stuck in his head for the rest of the week.

At night, well at night were the best times. That’s when the other you came out. The you, you had shown that night whispering out for daddy as you ground against your pillow. He still hadn’t recovered from learning about your kink or the fact that it could work you up so much to squirt. But then again, daddies always know how to get their good girls there. True, at night, his sweet girl became his good girl. He watched and listened as every night you found a way to get yourself off. Whether you rode yourself to orgasm or tried with your small fingers to finger yourself there, he watched.

It always started with the headphones first, some audio you listened to that never failed to get you where you needed to go. He finally heard it Friday night when your earbuds lost their connection. He watched as you frantically tried to re-pair the headphones as a man’s voice filtered through your room telling you exactly what to do. At first, the thought of another man pulling those noises from you, even a disembodied voice, made his hair stand on end. However, if it meant that his sweet girl could get her release, then so be it.

Staring down at the notification, Andy debated opening the app now to see what you might be doing. It was still relatively early for any nighttime performances, but it might be the right time for your after-shower routine. Making his decision, Andy downed the rest of his drink, before turning to head towards the restroom. He wasn’t sure exactly where Laurie was, but given the night, she was probably still sucking up to another donor.

Phone in hand, he started to pull up the app when he rounded the corner to the bathrooms. Pushed against the men’s room, he saw his wife gripping some random’s neck as said rando had their face buried in her collarbone and his hand up her skirt. The little whimpers escaping her mouth and the squelches coming from beneath her skirt left little to the imagination about what was going on in the corner of the venue. Watching the scene unfold, Andy’s face tightened, and his jaw creaked as he bared down.

“Andy?!”

Finally noticing her audience, his wife gasped out his name, urging the guy’s hand from under her dress. She tried to right herself, as her comically wide eyes looked at him to determine just how fucked up the situation was.

Letting out a dry chuckle beneath his breath, he only stared back before calmly stating, “I’ll be in the car.”

As he made his way back through the venue, he could hear Laurie calling out to him. She only stopped once they hit the main area. She couldn’t risk making a scene. She had donors to think about.

“Jake!”

You looked up from your bed, where you had perched with a few pillows against the headboard. The night was slowly closing in on its midnight deadline and you had spent it watching the Twilight Zone marathon on TV. Jake had introduced it to you in one of the first years of your friendship. Neither of you had really been up to going to any local parties. In fact, the idea of meeting up with high school acquaintances, all home from college and pretending that college had somehow changed them in the 4 months they had been gone, sounded exhausting. Rebuffing any invitation you received, it was Jake’s late-night text asking you to come over, that won out. Laying on his parents’ basement couch, you had rung in the new year with Rod Serling and a boy who was slowly becoming your best friend.

Since then, you have made it a tradition to watch the marathon together to celebrate the New Year. When Jake had gone out on his latest mission, you know it was a possibility that he may miss out this year. In all the time you had known each other, you had only missed your tradition when he gone off to bootcamp. But even then, he had sent you a play-by-play commentary as you watched together through chat.

Now he had been gone since before Christmas, your last call the night you had shared your amazing news about school. You had gotten mad at him for not reacting the way you had hoped. Jake had always supported you in everything you did. When the last year of school almost took you out with the last of your criminal justice classes, he had stayed up with you to quiz you. And when you brought home the A’s, that he promised you would get, he gave you your nickname. The LSASTs came and he sat at your kitchen table as you reviewed each section of the exam over and over again. He made sure that you had a continuous drip of coffee until you ultimately crashed and he carried you to your couch to sleep. Reading out your final score, he had stood by with your parents, grabbing you and repeatedly telling you ‘I told you so.’ Then when your mom had gotten sick, he held you as you decided to put your law school dreams on the backburner. He rocked you and whispered that it wasn’t for forever. That was the Jake you expected it.

Thinking over it afterwards, you had kicked yourself about being short with him. Jake had always been there for you, watched over you. He had just been preoccupied with the mission, calling you from his motel room. He sent you a text later that night to let you know that all communication was going dark and he would talk to you as soon as possible. On Christmas, you shot him a text with a picture of your family’s Christmas tree lighting up the dark living room and a simple Merry Christmas.

But now, here he stood in your doorway, shuffling towards your bed while he closed the door behind him.

“Hey Ace.”

Taking a seat on your bed, you brought up your legs to make room for him and the gift bag in his hands.

“How are you here?”

“The mission finished.” He replied, grabbing hold of your socked foot and rubbing circles into the sole of it.

“But I thought you said…”

“I may have told them I had an important date to keep,” He interrupted you, squeezing your foot as he looked up at you, “Besides Hooch’s wife made him promise to be back for New Year’s.”

He watched as you smiled back at him. There was that smile. He had missed it while he was gone. Most missions were never easy for him, but you always made sure to see him off with a smile and well wishes. This last one hadn’t been the same as the memory of your displeased face popping up as he carried out his comms duty. He hadn’t meant to make you angry. It was only after receiving your Christmas tree photo that he knew may be all had been forgiven.

Driving back from the meet up site, he had rushed to grab a gift bag from his sister’s place, dropping all his bags at hers and heading out to you. His sister, used to his antics when it came to you, had met him at the door, hugging him quickly and handing him the gift bag with tissue paper ready. Outside your house, he had shoved the gift into the bag, noting the time on the car’s clock and knowing you had to be deep into their annual marathon. Knocking on the door, your mom greeted him, and he noticed she seemed to have a healthier glow about her. She welcomed him with the same genuine smile you had, before pointing to your room upstairs.

“Are you going to tell me what you have hidden behind your back?”

He smirked, grabbing at the bag and handing it to you. You made quick work of the tissue paper on top before reaching down and pulling at your gift. Holding it in your hands, you looked at the white sweatshirt with Boston College scrawled across the front.

“I am happy for you, Ace. You of all people deserve this.” He whispered waiting for your reaction when he saw you starting to chew on your lip. Your eyes lifting and tears lining each lid. He was pretty sure he did it right this time, but waiting for you to say something had his anxiety spiking. Nervously pushing up his glasses, he waited.

“Jake.”

Only hearing his name, he barely had time to brace himself as you threw yourself at him. His arms taking hold of your waist as you slung yours around his neck.

“Merry Christmas, Ace.”

He felt you squeeze him harder at his utterance of your nickname. Slowly backing away from him, you sniffled before leaning over to your beside table. A sparkly red gift with gold ribbon came into view, as you placed it in front of him.

“Merry Christmas, Jake.”

He smiled ripping into the wrapping paper and box. Inside he found Baby Yoda staring up at him talking about protecting and snacking, smirking to himself, he looked up at your expectant face.

“You like it?”

“I love it.” He replied draping it against his chest to model it for you, before pulling on neckline of the shirt he was wearing.

He hadn’t had a chance to really change and had opted to spray as much of Axe body spray on himself to cover the smell of travel. Pulling the old shirt over his head, he got a small whiff of it and was surprised you hadn’t mentioned anything when you hugged him. The shirt fully settled he caught the last bit of you pulling your sweatshirt down, a small glimpse of your belly making him clear his throat.

“So, have they shown To Serve Man yet?”

“Not yet. You know that the classic episodes are saved for actual New Years Day.” You explained as you pulled the duvet away for him to climb in next to you.

Watching the clock over the TV, he saw that you were only a couple of minutes out from midnight. But despite your best efforts, you fell asleep about an hour ago. Somehow inching your way onto his lap, you had snuggled close to him with his hand making its way to rest along your waist. It hadn’t been a conscious thought to do so and yet here he was. Short little puffs of air hitting his thighs, just under your clasped hands. He enjoyed the sense of calm the position had brought the both of you, before stroking your shoulder.

“Ace, you need to wake up. It’s almost time.”

He felt you shift, moving to turn your head towards his stomach. The little puffs of air now danced along the bottom edge of the Mandalorian t-shirt you had gifted him a few hours earlier.

“Ace, come on. You don’t want to miss it.”

At that your eyes blinked open to stare up at him. A sleepy smile stretching the corners of your mouth, as you moved up to lean against him instead.

Switching the TV to show the ball dropping in New York, the roar of the crowd echoed through your bedroom.

“5…4…3…2…1. Happy New Year, Ace.” He quietly spoke the countdown, his chin resting on top of your head as you held onto his arm.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” He felt your whisper along his arm, your hand running down to hold his hand.

He interlaced your fingers, giving a firm squeeze in response. He was over the moon to be here. The two of you were able to complete you tradition one more year. If he was lucky, he’d be able to spend many more with you.

“I’m sorry about last time. I shouldn’t have been mad at you. You were just looking out for me.”

He felt tears before he heard the sniffling. This was the second time that you were crying tonight. However, this was for a much worse reason. Grabbing onto your chin, he lifted it to see your big eyes filled with tears, “I will always look out for you.”

Your watery smile seemed to stem any additional tears as you nodded. Starting to lean back, he tried to resettle the two of you from the small break in the bubble you had created.

“One day you won’t. One day you’re going to meet an amazing woman and she’s going to make you so happy. She’ll be the one you look out for. Not me.”

The way your voice seemed to get smaller as your confession continued, made something in him ache. He wasn’t sure where all these questions about his feelings about you came from. He wouldn’t let you think that somehow, he felt so little about you.

“There will never be a time where I don’t look out for you. Where I don’t care about you. Because I can’t not. I can’t not care about you. I can’t not…” He caught himself before finishing his thought. He couldn’t go there with you. Couldn’t risk it. Closing his eyes, he opened them to find you staring back at him.

“Can’t not what, Jake?” He shook his head, swallowing hard to avoid answering your question, “Jake, can’t not what?”

Feeling the bed shift, he watched as you climbed into his lap, your pajama shorts riding up, as you stared at him straight on. Your hands came up to cradle his face, stopping him from looking anywhere other than you.

“Tell me.”

The drive home had been frosty with little to no talk being had. Getting into the car, Laurie had thankfully picked up on the fact that there was little to be said. He had caught her right out and no spinning of the truth could change that. Pulling into the driveway, Andy was glad that they had okayed Jacob to spend New Year’s at some classmate’s party. He couldn’t see this going any other way but ugly once safe in their home.

Accusations started the moment inside. The lone overhead light from the kitchen island was the only thing illuminating the house when Laurie let out her vitriol.

It wasn’t her fault.

He was never there.

Work was more important than either of them.

The image of the perfect family was what he wanted. Not an actual family.

He couldn’t expect something to last if he was never there to take care of it.

He stood cross-armed against the counter, letting his wife have her say. He watched her let everything out, her words becoming more strained as she continued. She didn’t touch what she had done tonight. Save from pleading again how it wasn’t her fault. Once she calmed to a simmer, realizing that he wouldn’t be rising to her level, he felt the need to answer.

“You’ve been different. Happier for a few months. I would say that’s probably around the time it started. Maybe it started with a few compliments, a flirtatious quip during a meeting. It probably developed from a woe is me, my husband doesn’t love me anymore diatribe where the fucker saw his chance. It could have happened in a few ways. I don’t know.” He started slowly uncrossing his arms and approaching her.

Her mouth was in line, presumably getting ready for another round of denial, when he continued.

“But what I do know, is that you never really loved me. No, we were a means to an end for each other. What I know is that I’m not the only one that has cared about appearances. What I know is that this would be a slam dunk, fault-based divorce on the grounds of adultery. Given tonight’s events, there’s going to be more proof somewhere. And what I know is that your reputation would never recover. There’s got to be a morality clause somewhere in your contract with Children’s Cottage.”

He saw her confidence start to fade. The righteous anger she had built up with her tirade diminishing as he kept talking. She didn’t have a leg to stand on and he would make sure she knew.

“But you see, what I know is that I don’t have the desire to deal with that. So, this is what’s going to happen, we’re going to finish this for tonight. Come next week, you will end whatever this little thing is. Or at least give the illusion that it’s ended. We will put up the pretense of trying to make it work for Jacob’s sake. But this will end. A non-contested divorce. Just another New England marriage falling victim to irreconcilable differences. That is what I know. And now, that is what you know.”

Leaving her in the kitchen, he drowned out the small whimpers she made as she tried to collect herself. What’s done was done and there was nothing more for it. Entering his office, he threw his overcoat on the small loveseat in the corner, before sitting at his desk. He waited to hear her steps overhead before pulling out his iPad and setting it up on the stand he bought earlier this week.

His marriage may be ending, but he still had you. His sweet girl that loved every holiday with equal passion. That didn’t seem to be touched by the darkness in the world. That had done nothing but shine a light into his life. His sweet girl, that should be right about now becoming his good girl.

Logging into the camera’s app, he waited for the feed to load as he started to unbutton the collar and cuffs of the overly starched shirt, Laurie had insisted he wear.

“Damn it, Ace”

“Tell me, please.”

As the feed fully came up, he heard his sweet girl talking to someone. Someone distinctly male sounding. Looking at the camera, he zoomed in on the image of her straddling someone. Her hands were gripping the guy’s neck, as he watched them leave heated bite marks along her neck.

“Sweet girl. Not you too. You wouldn’t do this to me too.” He whispered into the darkness of this office. He could feel the urge to be mad. To reach through the computer and punch the guy currently nibbling on his sweet girl. Pawing at her like he had any idea of what to do for her.

Rubbing at his chin, he leaned forward on his desk, his breath puffing out over his clasped hands. He wouldn’t have this. Not tonight. Not ever. He fought the anger building up when he heard your gasp. Focusing back on the scene, he watched you start to rock on the lap of your stranger. Your hips rolled in that practiced way he had memorized from before. You had switched your pillow for this man.

“God damn it, Ace. Say that you want this.”

“Jake.”

Jake. That goofy sidekick friend you had introduced him to on Thanksgiving, was the one you were currently grounding against. How could he possibly know what to do for you? What to give you? There’s no way he would be able to handle what you needed.

“Take it out.”

The little moan you gave at Jake’s words had Andy ears perking up again. He knew that moan, that was your happy moan. The moan you made as you slipped into the lovely sub headspace. He had heard that moan from you throughout this week. Each time signaling to him that you were becoming his good girl.

He watched as you fussed with something in front of you. He assumed it was your friend’s pants and zip. It was confirmed when a groan was let out by Jake. He was glad to not be able to see what exactly you might be holding onto. He could barely stomach that you had chosen to ring in the New Year’s this way. But despite himself, he couldn’t stop watching. Maybe he needed to know exactly what you do when it wasn’t just a disembodied voice with you. Or maybe he just needed to know that despite Jake’s best efforts, he would fail at giving you what daddy could.

You continued your slow grind against him and he watched as a pair of hands came around, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer. Your satin pajama shorts rode up higher and Andy wasn’t sure how much stretch they were going to give you. You pushed your ass back into his hands and Andy knew you were begging for a swift slap to each cheek. Instead, Jake just gripped them tighter, massaging each. You let out a small whimper at that before doubling down on your grind.

He knew that squeeze wasn’t what you needed. He watched as Jake’s fingers finally made their way under the hem of your shorts. Andy was able to clock the exact moment when Jake figured out that you wore nothing under those sleep shorts.

“Ah fuck, Ace.”

“Please.”

Hearing you beg gave him what he needed. Up to this point, he had spent most of the time judging Jake’s handling of you. Comparing what he might do, knowing what he would do would be better. But the sweet sound of you pleading, woke up the part of him needing to serve you. Give you what you need. He swore it was Pavlovian. He adjusted in his seat, rubbing at himself through his dress pants.

“What does my sweet girl need?”

He watched as Jake’s hand grew bolder, fingers inching further under her shorts, until his sweet girl’s back arched. Zooming in, Andy followed the fingers moving in and out of his girl’s pussy. A wet spot was growing in the crotch of her shorts, and he knew if Jake would hold out a little longer, she would let go for both of them.

“Those fingers are so much better than your little ones, aren’t they sweet girl? Thicker. Are you squeezing them, sweetheart? Show us how tight it is. Come on, I know you’re almost there.”

Unzipping his pants, Andy dove his hand into his boxer briefs, grabbing onto himself. It had only been a few minutes of watching her and he was already dripping, creating a nice, healthy wet spot in these damn suit pants. Pulling at the waist of them, he pulled them down as he grabbed at his button-down shirt. Leaving just the bottom two buttons undone, the shirt tails splayed around his cock. The pink head standing between the edges of his shirt, as he dribbled onto hem of each side.

“Jake, I’m…”

“Shit, I know. I can feel it. Ah fuck, Ace I can feel it. It’s so tight.”

“No shit, you can feel it. You better give it to her. Don’t fucking dare leave her hanging.”

Andy watched as your hips finally stuttered and you reached back to grip Jake’s hands. His finger stopped moving beneath your shorts, while you laid your head against his shoulder.

“No! You have to keep going for her.” Andy brought a fist down on his desk as he saw the wet spot grow on your shorts. But nowhere to the point it should be. You could go so much further. He would have gotten you there.

“Ace, I gotta…”

“Yes, Jake.”

That small acquiescence was all Jake needed to flip the both of you over. Balancing over you, Jake shoved his pants and boxers down, kicking them off the edge of the bed. Still slightly blissed out from already cumming, you let Jake grab at your shorts for you, followed shortly by your sweatshirt. As Jake moved to throw your clothing, Andy caught a glimpse of your glistening pussy, all puffy and coated with your juices. Andy had been letting himself bob freely, deciding he wouldn’t cum until you did. But now, seeing this, having the image of you completely bared to him. Fuck, if he didn’t have to pinch at the base of himself. It had been a while since he had cum hands-free. But if it were to happen for him again, it would be with you.

“Jake, please. I need it.”

You had reached down, dipping a finger inside yourself before pulling it up to push back your little hood.

“Fucking Christ. Are you that needy, little one? You just came and already need something inside you again?”

“Shit, Ace. You can’t do that to me.”

Andy shook his head at your friend. How was he ever going to keep up with you? You haven’t shown half of what you could do. Of what you wanted. What you cried out for as you rode your own fingers. Your legs came to hook behind Jake’s ass and that seemed to be what he needed to finally sink into you.

He could hear the little whimper that left you after Jake slide in, your legs tensing under his ass, as you got used to the stretch. Taking full advantage of the 10X zoom, Andy gawked at your lips hugging onto Jake. Fluttering a little, as they stretched around him.

“My sweet girl, look at you stretched out. She can barely hold onto him. That’s okay, she’s not used to it. We can teach her.”

Taking himself in hand, Andy mimicked the pace Jake set. Poor boy was barely holding on. He was grinding into you, with his face buried in your neck. He wasn’t even sure that he would last long enough for you to get there a second time. Andy couldn’t have it. Even if it was another man sliding into you, daddies always took care of their good girls.

“Come on my sweet girl. Daddy needs you to cum. You’re daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

“Ace, shit, how are you tighter?”

Andy tightened his hold on himself, activity thrusting into his fist at your response to him. He knew you just needed a little coaxing. The okay to let yourself go. He watched you lose yourself, your grip on Jake spasming as your nails scratched at his back.

“There you go little one. Look at the mess you’re making. Fuck, keep squeezing him. Let him know exactly how good you are.”

“Fuck, Ace.”

He watched Jake quickly pull from your hold and finish himself on your tummy. It splattered against your skin and Andy had to wonder how long it had been for the kid. Or maybe this was just the hold you had on men. You could draw the very souls out of them.

He stroked himself, watching you both come down, your little mewls the only thing keeping him going. Your pussy was still twitching as more of you leaked onto the bed, while Jake tried to get himself together. Leaning back, Andy played at his balls, pulling on them trying to join you in that post haze bliss. Closing his eyes, he replayed your pussy stretched out around the cock being shoved into you. The sweet noises you made when given his permission.

“Mmm daddy.”

Andy’s eyes whipped open at that. He had let you have fun with your friend, but he be damned if you called him daddy. Looking at the feed, he saw that Jake had left the room, presumably to get a towel to clean up. You were still spread out on your bed, your legs relaxed open, while your fingers played with the spend left on your stomach. Taking a scoop onto your middle finger, Andy’s pupils blew black, as you licked it from your fingers.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m here. You’ve missed it haven’t you. God, I swear to you I’ll figure out a way to give it to you again. Keep licking sweet girl. Keep licking…”

He lost it. This time he didn’t even have time to aim. The half hours’ worth of edging ended with the bottom of his dress shirt soaked. Looking down at it, he smirked thinking of Laurie finding it in the laundry later.

Sitting back in his chair, he watched as Jake came back in, gently cleaning you. Grabbing his hand, you directed him back to the bed, for him to cuddle in behind you. Andy sighed. It seemed that maybe Jake was more of an obstacle than he had originally given him credit. But it was your daddy you had called out for, not Jake. And that Andy could work with.

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sweetlilbambi-old · 2 years

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(nsfw-ish) daddy!chris and his favorite girl ♡

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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Sleepy Prompts Masterlist

A collection of short request drabbles with sleep-themed prompts.

Andy Barber #33

Alpha Steve and Little One #40

Bodyguard Steve Rogers #31

Alpha Steve and Little One #38

Curtis and Honey #17

Bucky Barnes #30

Alpha Steve and Little One #1 and 3

Andy Barber #7 and 8

Frank Adler #10 and 34

Ari Levinson #40

Nick Gant #43

Steve Rogers #9

Ari Levinson #22

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#amber answers #amber writes #sweater writes #sleep prompts #chris evans characters #sleep prompt masterlist #andy barber x reader #steve rogers x reader #curtis everett x honey #alpha steve x little one #nick grant x reader #ari levinson x reader #frank adler x reader #bucky barnes x reader

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valleyfae · 2 years

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

✴︎── 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒 & 𝐂𝐎.

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 ✴︎ 18+ only

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𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✴︎ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✴︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐊𝐄𝐘 ✴︎ f = fluff ── s = smut ── d = dark ── ddlg = ddlg ── pp = pet play ── h/c = hurt/comfort

𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑

Sit Tight, Sweetheart ── (s)

Best friends dad!Andy Barber ✴︎ An unexpected car ride leads to what you missed most.

𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍

Milk and Cookies ── (s, d)

Dark stepdad!Lloyd Hansen ✴︎ Alone and vulnerable, Lloyd retaught you a whole new understanding of life, sculpting you into the sweetest little stepdaughter he’s always wanted.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒

Dad’s bsf!Andy + guided masturbation ── (s)

Professor Barber tries to find new ways to help you study ── (s)

Boyfriend’s dad!Andy fucks you while Jacob is hangs out with friends downstairs ── (s)

Daddy!Chris + sleepy thigh riding ── (s, ddlg)

Daddy!Chris fucking you while holding the new stuffie he bought ── (s, ddlg)

Daddy!Chris bringing you home some special Buzz toys after his interview ── (f, ddlg)

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summary | welcome to the private practice of dr. levinson and dr. hansen. please have a seat in the waiting area. your providers will be with you shortly. a collection of medfet stories and scenarios, featuring a dynamic cast of well-trained professionals.

characters - meet the treatment team below! | doctor!ari levinson, doctor!lloyd hansen, caregiver!andy barber, medical engineer!pete brenner, nurse!steve rogers, nurse!jake jensen, nurse!ransom drysdale, fem!reader insert

warnings | smut. dark elements: non/dubcon. nsfw age regression/ddlg dynamics. various medfet elements and scenarios. specific warnings included in each chapter.

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𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

🕯️- smut,🍦- ddlg, 🦢 - fluff, 🕊️ - angst, 🛁 - hurt/comfort, 🎞️ - dark

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cherry on top | 🕯️🍦

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i just think that y/n's friends would tease her (affectionate) about being with old man andy (they're jealous) 😣💕 and she'd always assure there's only one dilf for her!!! but alas ✨ and andy would find it funnyyy too

#me realizing i don't know how andy would text?????#this is def a great mentor universe #i miss them #they're sooooo alive in my brain #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber headcanon #a great mentor series #i kinda hate this cause like ??? irrelevant #but i just want to post things!! i want to post little things i think of instead of forcing myself to make them big things!#why do i like when other people share cute lil things but i'm cringing hard as hell @ me

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sidechrevans · 2 years

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daddy's girl | inspiration?

#tw daddy kink #tw daddy mention #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x girlfriend!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #captain america #ari levinson #andy barber #steve rogers moodboard #chris evans moodboard #chris evans fluff #chris evans x little!reader #chris evans angst #chris evans oneshot #steve <3 #chris <3

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Andy Barber hasnt made out like a horny teenager in years until he met you. It's his favorite passtime now.

You in his lap on the couch late at night, the TV the only light illuminating you both. Those large hands were groping every bit of your flesh he could, your hands were in his hair and on his neck to pull him even deeper into your kisses. You were devouring his lips with such fervor and determination that he had to beg for a breath.

"Wait, wait, holy fuck, I need a breather, give me a moment," he sighed with a breathless chuckle. You smiled softly.

"Of course, take your time," you whispered back and kissed along his jaw, choosing to assault his neck and throat instead. He was moaning and tipping his head back to give you more access. God, he loved this.

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A Little At A Time, Part 13

Summary: back to Georgia

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: Fluff

Warnings: Magnolia Mae Barber, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.3K

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You struggle to sleep anymore. Things are reaching an uncomfortable space of pregnancy. But she is healthy. You gulp, as your fingers weave in Andy’s on your belly. He was always touching your belly. He is going to be the best dad, and you already see it everyday.

He didn’t just come home and greet you, but also made sure you squat down to kiss Maggie. Letting his hands move over the of your belly, telling you how beautiful you are swollen with him. The that came out of his sinful mouth are both ridiculously sexy and the sweetest thing. He followed you around sometimes with his hand on your belly because he needed to hold his daughter so much.

Maggie. You haven't met your angel yet, and you are so in love. You didn’t know how you could love someone you’d never met, but here you are, feeling her roll around in your belly, while her daddy and your husband snuggle up so close to your back. This is the heaven you have always dreamed about. All in one king sized bed.

Even the way he sniffs the back of your neck, as he nuzzles in closer is blissful. His soft little snores behind you, relax you a bit more, despite not being able to sleep. She is perfect. Perfectly yours and Andy’s. You couldn’t wait, and also fear the day that she’s no longer growing under your heart.

The worry you already feel about having a part of you wander around in the world is something that you are working on. Andy is great at trying to calm you down. Makes you look into his beautiful blue eyes as he asks you to count with him. Assuring you that you never have to leave Maggie if you don’t want to. That he would take care of both of you, and he would sleep better knowing you feel more comfortable.

You don’t know what you did to deserve Andy, but you aren’t going to complain. You wanted to hold him as close to you and your daughter as possible. Keep him there forever. Your childhood fears had been wiped away the moment the doctor said that while Maggie needed to cook a bit longer, she would survive if she came early. You were finally going to be a mother, and you would never leave her.

Maggie gives the center of your belly a hard push, making sure that her daddy knows she was in there. Andy’s snores turn more into heavy breathing as his hand pulses under yours. She was always the one to wake him up. It’s like he had a sixth sense that his daughter was moving and being needy. She is hungry, and you’re ready to grab the açai bowl that she had been craving.

Currently, you enjoy hearing your husband in various states of awakeness. He didn’t need an alarm, but he didn’t wake up quickly. It was a weird drawn out process. And since he could feel your daughter, mornings were that much sweeter.

What you didn’t know is Andy prolonged these moments. He wants to engrain every bit of these memories deep inside of him, so no matter what, he couldn’t forget. It is apparent to him that you don’t realize that you hum made up lullabies as the two of you hold Maggie. God, he could listen to your soft whispers to your daughter for hours.

Even with your rumbling tummy, you still thought of him, refusing to do anything that might wake him up. You are the most selfless person he’s ever met, and he wants to protect you and give you everything. Every part of him. And still even that doesn’t feel like it’s enough. You had a man in your life that didn’t understand your worth. What a perfect and amazing human that he had. And he treated you like shit. But because of that, you’re laying in bed with him, his wife, and growing his daughter.

It is almost too much for him to even think about. Those little feet that are pushing up on your belly were your daughter. You two fell in love fast, but it is true love. And Maggie is the product of the most beautiful part of his life. He doesn’t regret the quick marriage, but getting to see you all swollen with him and all dressed in white is something he couldn’t wait for.

After breakfast the two of you were on the road. The car is already loaded up, and he hoped you got some sleep. He tried talking you out of driving down to Georgia, but you insisted. It was going to take a couple of days to drive, but it was a new adventure, you promised. The one where you two, and almost three drive back to those Magnolia trees, and your Papaw ceremoniously gives you away.

When you make a sound of discomfort, Andy knows that he can’t keep prolonging this sweet moment when you and Maggie are hungry, and ready for the small breakfast. You had to eat in increments now. If you ate too much, you swore to him that Maggie had no room to move around.

“Daddy,” the sound of your sweet voice has him fluttering his eyes on your neck. His lashes brush over your supple skin, and you give his hand a hard squeeze as he peppers kisses on your skin. “Your Maggie Mae is starving right now.”

“You can’t blame just the baby. I think my sweet girl is pretty hungry, too.”

“Mmm, I was letting you sleep a little bit longer. You’ve got a long drive.”

“As long as I have you and our girl, I don’t care how long it is. Come on, Peach Bottom, let’s get you and our girl fed, and then daddy will wash you in the shower,” you whine, turning back to look at him. “Honey, just because I want to see you naked doesn’t mean I’m expecting sex. You know being inside of you is just one perk of being your husband, but it’s not the reason I love you.”

“I want to have sex with you though, my body just doesn’t. I have no drive or energy. But I do like watching you,” you tuck your bottom lip into your mouth, and bite down a bit. Andy had become a different beast since you’ve been pregnant. His eyes scanned over your body like you are a work of art. You wish you had the drive or energy to have him, but your desire was to have his sweetness.

“And, you’re getting no sleep. Maggie, do you think you could not press on mommy’s belly so much, and let her sleep?” Mommy. A name your thought would never be uttered in regards to you. And Andy makes sure to call you that every day. Every day he reminds you that he is making you into a mommy, and you’re making him into a daddy.

You groan, trying to sit up before Andy gets up first, and helps. “I’m fine.”

“I know you are, Peaches. You just want me to help you. I get it. Come on, let’s get our coffee and bowls. No more caffeine after this morning, are you sure this is when you want to drink it?” You giggle, pulling yourself out of the bed. He was a stickler with caffeine, but morning is when you always wanted to drink your coffee. It was the best start to your day. Along with watching Andy smirk over his mug.

“Andy, I love you,” your lip trembles as you look at your sexy husband pulling on a shirt.

“And I love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and you’re giving me all that I have ever wanted in this life. A home, a family, and now a baby.”

“And our dog,” you’d settle for a family of 3.5.

“Yes, the one we’re not getting until Maggie can name it herself,” he responds before kissing your lips softly. Leaning forward, he presses his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. “And she can have whatever kind of dog she wants. But of course, you said no cats.”

“I have this thing against them.”

”And one of these days, you’re going to tell me what it is you have against them, okay?” You whisper out okay before taking his hand in yours, and pulling the two of you into the kitchen. Rolling your eyes when he makes you sit down, and he pulls out the stuff to make your bowl. He keeps his eyes on you while he starts the coffee. Pampering you when normally it’s reversed, saying that you were doing all the work in the pregnancy, and he was going to do all the work in the house. You can’t even believe he’s yours.

“Hey, girlie,” Andy smiles. Your hand had dropped out of his own, so now he holds your belly. “Shh,” he coos at your tummy, keeping his eyes on the road. “You keep mommy up too much. We gotta let her sleep when we can, okay?” He gives your belly a few pulses, and smiles at the countryside.

It wasn’t too much further of a drive, and if you are still asleep, he’s going to drive past your grandparents’ driveway. You look peaceful, leaning back in your new mom car. It had more room and is perfect for the drive down. Not to mention, he you look so sexy in it. He kept imagining what you’ll look like with Maggie in her car seat in the back.

“You know, you and me, we are the luckiest people in the world, Maggie. We get to have your mommy in our lives everyday. I wouldn’t have asked her to stay at home with you, but I’m glad she wants to. You’re going to get to see mommy all day, and when daddy comes home — Maggie Mae, I can’t wait for you to run towards the door screaming for me. You better be a daddy’s girl. Mommy’s best friend, but my girl, do you understand?”

He gives a smile over to your sleeping form; Maggie is reacting to his voice. She isn’t kicking, but she stretches out a bit. He couldn’t wait to meet her, but also loves being able to watch you change for his family.

“I never thought I would ever remarry, Mags. Wanted to. But I couldn’t imagine anyone more perfect than her. I’m going to spoil you two. And maybe, we’ll give you a brother or sister. But we may just think our family is complete with you. And you have woken your mommy up.”

You don’t open your eyes, just giggle, placing your hand on top of his, and the two of you rub over Maggie’s temporary home. “Andy, I think she’s getting a perfect daddy, too.”

”I hope I am. It’s what you both deserve. You see that, honey,” you lift up your seat to see that old dirt driveway come into view. Further away was the entrance to the magnolia field, and Papaw had got everything cleared up nicely. You love your life in Newton with Andy, but there is something magical about coming back here.

”Maggie, one of these days, you’re going to run through these fields, while me and your daddy have a picnic. Waiting on you to just grab a quick bite, and go. Oh, daddy, look!” You point towards the house, smiling when you see Mamaw and Papaw out on the porch. Him with his Swisher Sweets, and a new coat of paint on the house. “Mamaw finally got her wish. I love our life, but it’s refreshing to come back here, right?”

“Yes, honey. It’s nice to get out of the suburbs and come to the country,” he takes a peek past the house, happy you hadn’t seen the clearing. Your eyes are only on your grandparents. Putting the car in park, your Mamaw squeals when you get out. Running towards her, and she screams again.

“Oh, Tip, look at our baby! Oh, this is Magnolia Mae. Oh, baby, you are positively glowing. I am so happy for you, Mrs. Barber,” she gives the biggest smile over to Andy, whispering thank you as she starts dragging you towards the house.

“Mamaw, Andy can’t get all the luggage out.”

“Honey, you go on. I’ll get it, even if I have to make two trips,” he pauses to watch you walk up the stairs, giving your papaw a big hug before you and Ruby walk into the house, leaving Tip to look at Andy. “It looks nice over there.”

“Yep. Just where do you think you’re going to sleep?” He takes a long drag from his cigarette, and Andy smiles, gesturing his chin towards your room.

”I figured I’d sleep in the same bed as my wife.”

“Good man. I got a building crew set up to pay you two a visit. They won’t start until she knows about it. She needs to get a say in that.”

“I wouldn’t think of taking her say out of our house here, sir. I plan on having a picnic in the clearing after the wedding. I want her to be just as involved as I want you and Reba.”

Tip takes another drag of his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray, “Mmm,” he responds before walking down the stairs, reaching in to grab a suitcase out of the back, “You’re a good man, Andy. I’m proud to call you my son…grandson-in-law. What my baby wants, she gets.”

“That’s usually my philosophy on my wife. She’s never done me wrong, and doesn’t ask for much. Giving her what little I do is the least I can do,” Andy would give you the world if you asked for it. But you rarely asked for anything. Although, you were buying a lot of things for Maggie, she had to be dressed.

“Just so you know, Ruby has planned for a baby shower down here. And maybe that guest room has been turned into a nursery for Maggie.”

Andy laughs, hauling the last of the luggage out of the car. Tip could be such a hard man to read. He seemed to want to act like a hard ass, but in reality he was the softest, especially when it came to you. Andy never got the feeling that he was trying to intimidate him, just that he wanted what was best for you.

Ruby might be the one that was loud and full of laughter and love, but Tip was who held the family together. Stepped up to be a father figure to you when your dad passed away, and even made sure you had as normal of a childhood as possible. Made your life full of fantasy. You wanted to know what peacocks would like on the farm, so he bought them. He would sit on the porch and tell you stories about the old gods of the mountains. Andy wanted to hear those himself. Tip was your rock, and the reason you desired to have a strong, but soft man.

Taking a deep inhale he looks over the property; despite what you thought you had missed, your grandparents made sure you had everything. He had built you and your cousins the cutest little playhouse, and you never did without toys. But what you had the most of was love, so much love and imagination. And while the three of you wouldn’t be living here, you would have a place to call your own. Andy wanted to make sure that the three of you spent so much time here, starting with the building of your own home.

Your mom sits in the corner of your Mamaw’s bedroom, watching as her mother gushes over you. Giving the zipper of your dress quite the tug to get it up, and wouldn’t dare think of blaming ‘that sweet baby’. It’s bittersweet having her mom get you ready for your wedding, but it’s a role she deserved. You never once called out your mom not being present in your life, and maybe you should have.

You keep looking back at her through the mirror, but when it’s your Mamaw, you beam up at her. Giggle when Poppy and Anna Kate say anything. Poppy’s eyes usually look down at your belly, and softly touches it. Both intrigued and scared of you being pregnant. Smiling up at you all the same, and knowing just how happy you are.

“How did this happen so fast?” Your mom says, and you don’t bother to look at her full on. It happened, and the legal part was already completed anyways.

”I fell in love, mama. I think it was love at first sight. Andy is everything I could ever have dreamed of, and then even more. He’s going to be so good for me and Maggie,” you take a deep breath as you look down at your belly trying to calm yourself.

”You gave everything up. Your education. What about…?” your grandmother clears her throat, and you finally turn to look at your mom. A soft smile on your face, and you rub over the swell of your tummy. “You just were with Cole for so long, and this never happened.”

”It wouldn’t have. I never slept with Cole. I was a virgin when I met Andy. Did you know that Cole cheated on me our whole relationship?” Your smile gets larger and you laugh when your mom attempts to interrupt, “Accused me of cheating. He pushed and pressured, and gaslit me throughout our relationship. I bet you didn’t know about that. Maybe you should look at the dent in my wall that Papaw kept there. He liked punching walls, especially if it was beside my head. I’m not sorry that Andy and I went fast. He’s perfect for me and Maggie.”

”But he’s not here.”

”And neither were you,” Mamaw’s mouth sets into a straight line, and she places her hand on the small of your back. Pressing a hand over your belly, before staring at you a bit dumbfounded. “Don’t act like you miss me now. You never did when I was a child. We’ll be back and visit. But I won’t hunt you out to see Maggie. We’ll come here, and if you want to see your granddaughter, you’ll come here, too. Don’t make me hate you. I spent too many years hating you, and I finally forgive you. Andy helped me with that.”

”He could leave you,” you shake your head no, smiling softly. “You don’t even know him.”

”You can’t say that when you don’t even know me,” grabbing your Mamaw’s hand, you turn to look at her with a smile. “I trust this woman more than I trust you. She adores Andy, and never cared for Cole. If you can be around me and Andy and not think we’re in love, maybe it’s because you don’t believe in it. I do. And I’ll be okay. We’ll be okay,” you say with the most severity you can muster. You and Maggie would be okay. “She has a good daddy. And I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m already married. I’m Mrs. Barber right now. This is for us to celebrate our marriage and if you can’t…”

Looking over to Mamaw, you also turn to look at Poppy and Anna Kate, inhaling deeply as you close your eyes slowly. Speaking silently to your daughter before looking at your mom. “If you can’t respect my choice of husband, I don’t — I don’t want you here. I want,” deep breath. One. Two. Three. “I want only people that love us.”

”Peaches, you okay, sis?” Poppy asks, and you press your hand up against Maggie harder, nodding your head. She can sense something off in your face. It isn’t just irritation of your mom picking the worst possible time to talk about this. But something else. Maggie would be born early. “Okay, then,” she whispers before waiting for you and Mamaw to walk out the room. You need something to drink before walking down the field to Andy. Maggie is also hungry.

“Auntie,” Poppy walks closer to your mom, squaring up with her. “I know you love her, so let her have this. I saw this relationship from the beginning. It was fast, but that man broke down all her walls that you and Cole put up. Yes, you. So if you can’t be happy for them, then leave. She’s having his child. She’s already married, and I have never seen my cousin happier, and I have spent time with her, and them. Can you say the same? Honestly. Be happy. That man adores your daughter, and granddaughter.”

”They don’t even know each other,” tears well up in her eyes as she looks up at the ceiling. She missed all the time with you, and knows now she’ll never get it back. “That’s my only child.”

”Now think about how Mamaw and Papaw feel,” she looks back at Poppy, her chest heaving in pure sadness. There are few memories she has with you, and most your memories are with her own parents. “Either you be here to support their marriage, or leave. Just like you always do. I don’t have to be nice to you, Peach Blossom does that enough on her own.”

Anna Kate nods her head at her aunt, stopping at the door as she looks over her shoulder, “He takes care of her because she takes care of him. She’s not a little girl. She’s about to be a mom. You’ve already missed out on raising her, do you want to miss out on getting a relationship with Maggie?” No one ever says another word to her. Letting her walk around her parents’ room as she contemplates the decision to let them raise you. She was just never meant to be a mom. And didn’t even want children.

And yet here you were, completely perfect to everyone. She doesn’t want to get too close or get too attached. It would never last. As much as she knows it’ll hurt you, it’s better this way. She lays down a letter on her mom’s vanity, and hopes everyone is right. “It’s better this way,” she sighs, walking out on you for the last time.

“You okay, PB&J,” Papw looks at you with worry, but your eyes look through the blooming magnolia trees, and all you see is one thing; the most beautiful man you have ever seen. “I could tell you that we could run away, but you’re already married.”

“She left,” you look up at him, and he leans to kiss you on your forehead, “And I’m not sad. She doesn’t like him.”

“I do,” you giggle as you look up at your Papaw. He was the best dad that you could have asked for. “He’s a good man to put up with your stinky ass.”

”My ass is not sticky,” you lean through the trees trying to get a better view of Andy. “Papaw, I love him so much, but I do really like to look at him, too.”

”I can tell. You two are obsessed with each other’s asses. What is up with that? Is that normal?” You shrug your hip into him before pressing your hand on your stomach, trying to hide the wince you’re making. “Your Mamaw mentioned something.”

”I don’t want to hear what Mamaw is mentioning right now. I drove for hours to get here, so I could walk down this meadow to my husband, and our daughter is going to be right with us. I did this for you and Mamaw, too.”

”I know, Peaches,” he says softly, kissing the top of your head. “I’m just trying to prepare you. Where is your Mamaw? Ruby!” You shush him quiet as people turn back to look at the two of you, hidden mostly by Magnolia blooms. Of all people to make you late, Mamaw was worth it.

“There you are,” he shakes his head as Mamaw kisses both your cheeks. “What took you so long?” With a shrug of her shoulders, but no words, she sniffles, grabbing up your other arm.

“We don’t have much time. Let’s do this,” she could sometimes talk in riddles, but she meant well. Papaw takes the first steps out into the meadow, and you watch as Andy’s face instantly changes. His brows furrow, and he bites at his lip. Trying not to cry before his smile gets so large. Mouthing I love you as they guide you down to him.

There he is, your husband, and this feels like getting married all over again. There isn’t going to be anybody officiating over the ceremony. It is just you and Andy saying your vows. You already did the legal stuff, now it was just your feelings. But now you’re speechless. He’s so handsome, and he’s yours and Maggie’s. She stills in your belly, obviously understanding how important this moment is with her daddy.

The moment where everything melts away in the world. You don’t regret an early marriage, or even being fully full of Andy. Getting to have your daughter during this time is precious. You can’t even feel Mamaw and Papaw walking you to him. It’s just him, and you, and Maggie. The world is blurry except for the three of you. Nothing about your relationship with Andy you regret. He is worth every second you had to wait for you.

“Hey, honey,” he smiles, wiping at his eyes, and you give him a scrunched nose smile, reaching up to wipe away his tears, “You have a few, too.”

”I know. I don’t care.”

Taking a deep breath, both of you press over your belly. Using Maggie to calm both of your nerves. “You okay?” You are fine. You want him, want this to be over, and for him to properly hold the both of you. You give him a pained and sweet smile, and nod your head, “I feel you’re not being honest, Peaches?” Not entirely. But there is limited time now.

“Daddy,” you whisper for only him to hear, “I’m fine, let's just…I just need you to hold us.”

You know exactly what to say to make him feral. The need to protect you and Maggie is so strong and ingrained in Andy that he just wants to make sure the two of you are okay. Holding your hand, while the other holds onto your belly, he gives a quick glance to your grandparents. Pausing as he looks out in the distance.

Of course that little creep wouldn’t want to miss this. If he was a glutton for punishment, Andy and you could show him exactly how happy you are, and have everything that both of you wanted. And the best part? The two of you are so happy, and even more excited to bring Maggie into the family. His hand scoops down on your belly, and Andy has a great desire to kiss you so hard. Everything that he is going to say, he’s told you. You deserve to hear those things often.

“I know,” you give him a whisper. You didn’t even need to hear his words. But you don’t recall seeing Andy ever this tongue tied. “You want me to start?”

“No,” he sighs. He just wants to hold you. You look stunning. Your dress blowing in the breeze, eyes shining with the happiest of tears, and only one person that mattered to him. He whispers your name, and has to use the hand on Maggie to wipe away his tears, “No one ever gets this kind of reaction out of me, quite like you do. And I know that the little blossom growing in your belly will bring on tears as well, but it’ll be different. I waited a long time for you, Peaches. And I couldn’t wait anymore. I’ve wanted this life with someone, and it was always you. I knew when you were confused looking at ice cream that you were meant to be my wife.”

You laugh, looking down at the ring on his finger as you recall that first night that you met Andy. He was attractive, and you wanted to see him again, but you never thought to ask about that night. “I stopped at the end of the aisle watching you. It must have been minutes, but it felt like an eternity. I’d never seen someone more beautiful, or someone who was thinking about ice cream as hard as you were. It was such a careful decision, and you needed it to be perfect. I didn’t see a broken woman, but one that knew what she wanted, she just hadn’t found it. And then you looked at me. And I realized immediately, that you had found what you were looking for and it wasn’t ice cream, huh?”

“The Andy special was such a good ice cream though,” but the man in front of you is what you had been looking for.

“I thought about you every day after that. Wondered when the next time I ran into you was going to be. Looked around the grocery store everyday. Yes, I was desperate to see you again, and I’m not ashamed to admit that now. My grown ass wandered around that stupid grocery store everyday before I went home, just so I could see you again. And then there you were. Wine. You continued to tell me too much for a stranger, but still I fell harder. I needed you. And one night I had an urge to look for you at Poppy’s bar. And I saw you in a different light. It was the first time I had seen you a bit more defeated. Why?”

This isn’t like any vows you had ever heard, nor did you think that talking about that time was appropriate for where you are, but you’re curious. “I didn’t want to be there. I wanted to be on the couch watching Supernatural, and pretending you were Dean,” Andy’s eyes close as he laughs so loud that it echoes off the mountains.

“You had me hooked from that first meeting with ice cream. That first time you looked up at me, I felt this instant need to wrap you up in my arms to protect you. I’ve never believed in love at first sight, but I have no other way to explain it, Peach Bottom. You instantly completed me. It was like I had been walking around with a part of me missing, and now I’ve found you, and we’ve made such a beautiful life. And our daughter is quiet, but needing so much attention right now. Maggie Mae, it isn’t your time, darling. She takes after you. Trying to steal daddy’s attention. Peaches, I have no words, just I love you. You have given me everything I have ever wanted. Wrapped up in this beautiful amazing peach blossom.”

“You’re a butthead,” you sniffle, having to remove your hand from Maggie, and wipe away your tears. “A big butthead. You know how sensitive I am, and I didn’t know all of that, and I love it. I love everything about us. About our life. All of our life, you are what I’ve always dreamed about. When I talked about my perfect husband, it was always you. Right down to the shape of your nose, and the bit of green in your eyes. That first time I saw you, I craved you.”

“You can’t say that in front of your family, Peaches,” they knew anyways. You are pregnant. They’re well aware how much you crave Andy. They could see it in your eyes every time you watch him for doing the most mundane things.

Reaching down to his hand on your belly, you can’t help but giggle. He is everything you’ve ever wanted. And your family would just have to deal with how much you loved him, and also how you love him. “This is our life, Ands. I don’t want to spend one day without you. I had saved so much of my life and experiences because they were meant to be memories with you. And now memories with – with our…our,” you take a deep breath, looking down at the two of your hands that lay on top of Maggie. “Our…Andy, I love you, we’re married, and I’m not okay, and I can’t lie anymore.”

“Honey, what’s going on?” panic, strikes Andy’s face, and he looks to your Mamaw, “Baby?”

“I think she’s coming,” you pout up at Andy, giving his hand a bit of a squeeze. You were about to become parents. Maggie is at a safe weight, she is almost here, and you have no panic. The man that is always your steady rock is the one not okay.

“I knew it! Ruby! Poppy!” You smile at him. A bit of a wincing smile through the pain. “Baby, why are you so calm?”

“We’re about to be able to hold her. Just promise me you’ll breathe. We won’t make it to the hospital,” if there is one thing that always freaked Andy out, it was yours and the females in your family’s ability to ‘predict’ things to come. “Daddy, I’m okay. I want to remember every second,” you did, even the pain that is racing through you. “Mamaw, can you deliver a baby?”

“No, Peach Blossom. We’re going to get you to the hospital. Everyone here, thanks for joining us, but things are having to wrap up unexpectedly. Oh,” she say, pressing a hand up against your belly. Trying to give you a soft smile through her tears, “Andy, get her to the house. Poppy, you and Anna Kate get everything cleared. And,” her eyes scan the group of people retreating, and yet one is walking closer. “Not the time.”

“I know the basics of delivering a baby. I…”

“Absolutely not,” Andy growls, his protective body covers you, but his hand never strays from yours. His anger radiates through his blood as he squares up against Cole. “We don’t have time for this. Please, leave.”

“I’ve already had Lee send an ambulance here, but you’re too far away. Peaches,” Andy gives a growl again. His brows furrow deeply at Cole, and all you want is to have Maggie out of you. Your head presses up against Andy’s back as a slow and pained grunt exits your mouth. “If you don’t want a baby to be born in this field, get her to the house, and let me help.”

“Why are you even here?” Andy wraps an arm around your waist, and motions for your Papaw to come and help get you the short distance to the house. Using them as support you have to cling to your stomach as you growl out again.

“I just…I needed to see her one last time. I was never going…each time I talk it stresses her out.”

“You stress her out, you asshole.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” Your voice raises with a raspy timbre. “Get me to the house. Andy, he knows the basics of delivering a baby, we don’t have a choice. Cole, stop talking, I hate the sound of your voice. And Maggie!” You scream, looking up at Andy, using his face to calm you down, “Your daughter is impatient! Tell her to stay in there!”

“I’ll take her being my daughter during the bad, just know that when she gets sassy, she’s your daughter,” his smile. Even with the tears in his eyes, it warms you all the way to Maggie’s bubble. Such a daddy’s girl. She already wants her daddy to hold her, so she didn’t wait until after the ceremony. “Okay, squeeze me, if you can’t make it up these stairs.”

Cole leans back on his heels, staring as Andy’s lips press hard against your forehead, and you cry holding the most beautiful little baby he’s ever seen. You were a rock during the delivery, and now your emotions pour out. He doesn’t know when it happened, but eventually he accepted you were never meant to be his. And the way that the three of you are in a safe space, acting like no one in the living room with you, and not one person is disturbing you. It is a testament to how everyone knew that you had found your person in that stupid lawyer.

Mamaw cries, hugging her husband, while Anna Kate and Poppy cry watching a couple turn into a family. Poppy’s pinky reaches over towards Andy’s colleague, Mike’s hand, and he turns to look at her confused. Your wedding dress is ruined, and you didn’t care. All you cared about is the baby you thought you would never have, and the man that was whispering what a good job you did. Maggie’s cries fill the room with so much hope and love for the future.

Cole presses his hand on his knee as he nods his head to Andy. He looks at your grandparents, motioning towards the door, “I think the ambulance is here. Does she and the baby have hospital bags?”

“They do. I’ll go check her room,” Poppy fully grabs Mike’s hand as she heads towards your room, “Help me. Papaw, they didn’t bring her car seat.”

”Shh, Pops, your Mamaw and I got the same one that they do. Not that she’ll be down here a ton, but when she is, Andy wanted us to make sure we had something for the car. Just go get their things. Go on,” he nods to her again, looking back at your little family. Nothing going on in the room registers to you. Nothing but your husband and daughter. Nothing else matters.

She is here. She is yours. He is yours. And you're finally a mom. A mom to the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Everything about her is perfect. The last twenty minutes of pain are gone because you have her in your arms.

“Daddy, we did it. We have our girl.”

“I know, darling. We have our beautiful Magnolia Mae Barber. But you did it, baby. I was just here.”

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