through the hourglass 349. brb x oc
a/n: uwu once again tumblr cut it short. n i c e i love this (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
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He checks his phone early in the morning, he left Bea in the room so she could sleep in alongside the kids. He sipped his coffee while leaning his lower back against the counter, sans shirt with his sweatpants on. “Email I’m gonna reply later,spam,spam,ohh, discount? Nice.” he chuckles as he stars it.
It was Sunday and Bea’s family asked them to join for lunch, since it was the first time in a while that all the Schiavoni kids were together. He knew they still had time, so he didn’t have to worry about that. Jolene lies by his feet, the pittie was quietly snoring while her pups were inside the twins’ and Nicole’s room, keeping him company that morning.
The last email he saw was the confirmation about his promotion. So…next week. He inhales, rereading the email over and over before he arches his brows, ‘Damn.” he whispers, the little anxiety bug crawling up inside his stomach, “Next week…my promotion is next week Jojo.” the dog huffs in reply.
Rooster sat there for a moment, contemplating the upcoming changes. The weight of the promotion settled on his shoulders,and he exhales again. Jolene, sensing his mood, nudged her head against his leg, offering a comforting presence.
"Yeah, girl," Rooster mumbled, absentmindedly stroking Jolene's fur. "Next week is gonna be a big one."
As he sipped his coffee, he allowed his thoughts to wander. The promotion seemed so far away a few days ago, he doesn’t know what happened…well, no, he knew what happened, time went by…but in reality, he was…still getting used to all this. He didn’t know why he was nervous.
The sound of footsteps approached, and Rooster looked up to see Beatrice, her hair tousled from sleep, wearing a cozy sweater and leggings. Her eyes held a warmth that made Rooster's heart skip a beat.
"Morning," she greeted,rubbing her eyes and shuffling closer to him so she could press a soft kiss on his cheek. "Hmmm…you made us coffee?”
"Morning, gorgeous," Rooster replied with a smile, pointing to the coffee maker "Yep, got the coffee brewing. Figured we could use a little morning boost. Spoil you a bit.”
Beatrice smiled, appreciating the gesture as she leans against his shoulder. " As if you don’t do it already…thank you,you–” she yawns “You're the best, Roos." She closes her eyes for a second, crossing her arms, “...I’m all sore.”
“Oh?”
“My ankle is good though, but my whole body is like,” and she flexes her hand, “Pulsating.”
Rooster chuckled, running his fingers through Beatrice's tousled hair. "Well, you did give it your all on the court yesterday. A bit of soreness is a small price to pay for the victory, don't you think?"
She grinned,painfully so "Yeah…totally worth it. But it was so much fun playing again."
Rooster nodded, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. But if the soreness gets too much, we can always arrange for a relaxing massage.”
“Roos.”
“An innocent one.”
She huffs a laugh, playfully swatting his bare chest, “Don’t tempt me….mama wants us to go there for lunch, if we do that, we might never leave. And you know how they are if we don’t show up.”
Rooster chuckled, "Well, if it involves good food and some pampering, who could resist? I'm in. Just warn them, though, I might indulge a bit too much and fall into a food coma."
She laughs softly, looking up at him with those big green eyes “You know she'll pack some leftovers for us to take home."
"Your mother’s leftovers are like treasures."
“And she loves to pamper you.”
His cheeks darkened as he smiles, “Well,” he shrugs, ‘She did give me you,so I don’t mind.”
Beatrice chuckled at his response, her eyes sparkling with affection with her cheeks turning pink. "You are too sweet,but let's try to not keep her waiting. I can practically hear my siblings complaining about how we're always late."
Rooster smirked, "Fashionably late is our trademark. Can't disappoint the fans." he says, “Also, Michael, is complaining about our lateness? Your brother?”
She laughs as she pours herself some coffee,petting Jolene on the way, “Listen, we both know Mike is…” and she makes a face trying to find the words, “Just like that. You know his brain starts waking up after ten o’clock.”
Rooster wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her closer. "Hmmm…true,” he props his chin on her shoulder. “...so my promotion ceremony is next week,”
She seemed more alert this time, stopping mixing the sugar in her mug, “Oh?”
“Yeah, got the confirmation email this morning. It's happening next week. And, umm, they want me to prepare a little speech. Nothing fancy, just a few words."
Her eyes gleamed with pride. "A speech? Oh, you'll do great. What are you thinking of saying?"
Rooster scratched the back of his head, a bashful smile playing on his lips. "Well, I…don’t know.” he answers honestly, returning his arm around her waist as she sips her coffee, “I should’ ve thought of something…”
Beatrice turned in his embrace, facing him with a small smile. "Aw baby?"
Rooster chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. It's just...I want it to be meaningful, you know? Not too formal, not too casual. Just...me."
She reached up, cupping his cheek affectionately. "Roos, whatever you say will be perfect. Just speak from the heart.” she shrugs “That's what people want to hear."
He nodded, a soft smile spreading across his face. "You always know the right things to say, don't you?"
Beatrice grinned, "Just trying to be the supportive wife you deserve."
Rooster leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead. "Well, you're doing an excellent job at it."
She hummed happily, closing her eyes "So, any idea what you're going to wear for the ceremony?" Beatrice asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
Rooster raised an eyebrow. "Are you implying my uniform isn't stylish enough?"
She playfully swatted his chest again. "Oh, no. The uniform is perfect. I was just thinking about your 'after' look. You know, for the celebration."
Rooster frowns “....my uniform?”
“Honey.”
Beatrice gave him a patient look. "Roos, it's not that I don't appreciate the uniform, you know I love,” and she clears her throat, her body warming up, “L-Love the uniform. It's just... I thought maybe you'd want to change into something more casual and comfortable after the ceremony. You know, for the celebration with friends and family."
He tried very hard to hide his smile, “Come again?”
She shuddered, oh,him and his innuendos “What?”
“...you said something about me in uniform.” he smirks, “Care to clarify?”
Beatrice blushed, realizing the unintentional double entendre in her words. "Roos, don't get all cheeky on me. You-you know what I meant."
Rooster smirked, lowering his gaze to her lips and then slowly leaning closer. "Oh, I know exactly what you meant, gorgeous. Just trying to keep you on your toes."
"You're impossible."
"That's why you love me."
“It is one of the reasons.’ she smiles, “But,really, do what makes you feel comfortable, we still have a whole week to plan everything.” she cups his cheeks, “Okay?”
“...okay.” he smiles, “Okay,gorgeous.”
Beatrice leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you, Roos. Now, let's focus on the rest of the day. Um,” she rubs her eyes, “We still have two hours before lunch at my parents and the kids are still asleep.”
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“Aaaaaah! My babies!!”
Beatrice barely had the time to say hi before her mother picked Nicole from her hold, her father standing a few feet behind as Bea and Rooster stood on the front porch. Claudia kissed Nicole’s cheeks over and over, whispering in Italian before putting the oldest Bradshaw child down and focusing her attention on the twins inside the carriers, “Oh,oh, they look so big.” she whispers, sniffling, “Oh,come on in,come on in the two of you.”
Beatrice and Rooster followed Claudia inside, stepping into the familiar warmth of the Schiavoni family home. The aroma of Italian spices wafted through the air, and both of them couldn’t help but inhale deeply
As they entered the living room, Beatrice's father, finally took the time to say something since his wife was just being all over the place. "It's good to see you both," he said, giving Rooster a firm handshake. "And who do we have here?" he added, his eyes lighting up as he looked at the carriers.
Rooster held the twins with a proud smile. "They are both wide awake.” And Aurora was the most talkative already, “They woke up seconds before we left.”
Claudia squealed in delight, "Oh, Bea, why didn't you tell us you were bringing the grandkids?!"
“Mamma,why wouldn’t I?”
Claudia sniffled again,”You know what I mean! Oh I have to prepare everything for them!”
“Mamma.”
"Leave her,tesoro,” Rafael says, “Your mom will never stop unless you let her do it.” and he picks Nicole up from the floor, the sound of voices outside getting louder, “Most of them are here. They brought the kids too.”
“Yeah?” Bea asks,following her father, “I’m glad…how are you papa?”
Rafael smiled, a warmth in his eyes. "I'm doing well, tesoro. Just enjoying the peace and quiet, you know how it is."
Beatrice nodded, her gaze flickering to the familiar surroundings of her childhood home. "Yeah, I missed this place. Did you guys paint the walls again?”
Rafael chuckled, "Michael’s idea, it was peeling off and..you know how my back is now.”
Claudia, in the meantime, was bustling around the kitchen, preparing some snacks and treats for everyone. The familiar clinking of pots and pans, the scent of delicious Italian dishes, and the sound of animated conversations filled the air.
Rooster, standing by her side, observed the lively scene with a smile. "Your family always knows how to throw a warm welcome, Bea."
She nodded, "They sure do. Mamma doesn't know the meaning of a small gathering." she says, “We’re the only ones here,right papa?”
“Hm?”
“No one else is coming,right?”
Are any of her shitty cousins coming?
Rafael blinked at her, then smiled, “Only us.” and she immediately relaxed, “Sabrina will arrive later, only Michael and Leo are here right now-” he pauses, hearing shouting from the outside, “They are playing truco.”
“Truco?” Rooster asks,not helping himself, “What’s that?”
Rafael chuckled, leading them towards the backyard where the voices grew louder. "Truco is a traditional card game we love to play. It's a bit like poker, but with a lot more shouting and gesturing."
“MOTHER FUCKER!”
Rafael gestured to Leonardo who was smugly looking at a fuming Michael, “See?” they sat across each other, while Hannah and Cynthia were busy talking amongst themselves. Nicole rushed over to Bianca and Éowyn once she noticed her cousins and Beatrice waved at her sisters’ in law.
"Truco is serious business in this family," Beatrice explained, a playful smile on her face. "It's a mix of strategy, bluffing, and a whole lot of drama."
Rooster chuckled, settling into the chair. "Sounds intense. I'm ready for the show."
“Brad should join,” Michael says, “Come on man, you can help me out.”
“I never played it.”
Michael grinned, gesturing to the empty chair next to him. "No worries, Brad. I'll teach you the ropes. It's all in good fun."
Rooster exchanged a glance with Beatrice, who nodded with an encouraging smile. "Go ahead, Roos. I’ll be right here.” she says softly, “I’ll talk to the girls a bit.”
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