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Good Girl's Club, Father's Day

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: MAJOR TW: mention of a stillborn child/medical situations, angst, injury of a child, mentions of a gun, abuse, trauma

THIS DOES INCLUDE SPOILERS FOR EX WIVE'S CLUB! IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE MONTHS DOWN THE ROAD. WHEN I WROTE THIS, I THOUGHT I'D BE FURTHER INTO THE STORY, SO FAIR WARNING.

*I omitted Steve and Cami as well as Britt and Ari as they're getting their own chapters, because when I wrote this their sides made it pretty long.

“DADDY! DADDY!”

“Shh,” Em cooed, her hand stroking along the jaw of her youngest and under his chin, “you have to be quiet Taylor. We’re surprising daddy, remember?”

Sadie smiled at her mother as she held the other triplets, Sandy and Samantha’s hands, “this is going to be so awesome, mom!”

“We got the cake!” little Lee giggled, looking towards his older sister Emma who was holding it, “me and Emma! We got it! You guys got your stuff?”

“Nathaniel? Ryder? Darren?” Em asked curiously, looking behind herself to the three remaining boys who were holding balloons and the party poppers. They giggled mischievously, their grins growing as they stood at the ready.

“Mrs. Bodecker, you’re early!” his assistant Nancy laughed, the older lady shaking her head at the Bodecker clan, “and the nanny? She’s not with you today?”

“I gave her the day off,” Em smiled, “We wanted to surprise Lee…just the family. You said he finished his last meeting early…is he free?”

“He did,” she smiled softly, “you’re sure picking a heck of a day to tell him the news!”

“Double digits, Nancy,” Em replied, the pride in her stomach growing as her free hand went to the non-existent baby bump, “we always wanted a big family! And you know Lee…apparently not even a vasectomy can stop a Bodecker…”

“Add that baby in, and your brood is a baker’s dozen!”

“Nancy, what is all this commot-“

“SURPRISE!”

Lee nearly jumped out of his skin as his children chorused their surprise attack on him.

“HAPPY FARTHER’S DAY, DADDY!” Darren exclaimed, shooting his confetti party popper into the air. Ryder and Nathanial let go of their balloons and reached into their pockets to grab their own, before blasting them off in every direction.

Emma screamed, surprised when one hit her in the back. The cake fell from her hands and plopped unceremoniously out of the pink bakery box and onto the floor.

“EMMA NO!” Lee squealed as he dropped to his knees to start scooping the cake into the box.

“Surprise,” Em laughed, unable to be mad at her silly family and attempt to surprise her husband, “we uh-came by to surprise you on father’s day, sweetie…”

“DADDY!” Taylor exclaimed, reaching out to his father. Lee smiled, his heart swelling at the well-meaning attempt from his family.

“Is this all for me?”

“That’s not all, Mr. Mayor,” Em said sweetly. She bit her lip and looked down to her stomach. Her hands cradled the non-existent bump, “we-we’re pregnant again, Lee.”

“Oh sweetpea!” the older man cooed, his heart swelling even more, “wait…what about-“

“Guess you were right when you thought it didn’t take,” Em said bashfully, looking at her husband, “we’re gonna have another baby, Lee…”

“Wh-what is all this?”

Sam couldn’t help the smile that all but lit up his face. Both his daughter and his girlfriend looked up from their spots in the kitchen. Kaya’s eyes went wide, “NO DADDY! GO BACK TO BED!”

“Kaya,” Nia playfully admonished as she wiped some of the flour from her daughter’s cheek, “don’t speak to your father like that!”

“But mommy, we’re not done with the food!”

“The food?” Sam asked playfully, coming into the kitchen. He scooped his seven-year-old up and balanced her on his hip, “you guys making me breakfast for father’s day?”

“Cake actually,” Nia smiled, “your favorite too!”

“Cake for breakfast? And from my two favorite girls?”

“We wanted to surprise you, daddy!”

“Well mission accomplished, little bird!”

Kaya smiled once more, her features reflecting that of her fathers. She looked back to her mother, “mommy where’s daddy’s card?”

“On the counter, baby…”

“Daddy, me and mommy made you a card.”

“Oh, did you?”

“Mommy, get the card!”

“I’m getting it,” Nia laughed, reaching over for the card. Sam smiled as she passed it to him, giving him a simple kiss on the corner of his mouth, “happy Father’s Day, daddy!”

“Don’t go starting up with that language, now,” Sam teased as he took the card. She shot him a wink and he playfully smacked her ass, “go ahead, keep teasing me…I’ll show you exactly what daddy can do.”

“Ohhh mommmyyyyy,” Kaya cooed, “daddy’s gonna spank you if you’re bad…you better be good.”

“Don’t you worry, baby bird,” Sam chuckled as he ruffled his daughter’s hair, “mommy will get her spanking at the end of the day, after you go to bed.”

Nia’s eyes went wide, “Sam!”

“Ohhhh, mommy, you’re in trouble!” Kaya giggled.

“Alright, all we have to do is make sure it’s gone by the time mommy gets home, right bud?”

The six-year-old carbon copy of himself with his own namesake smiled at him, “mommy’s gonna kick your butt, daddy.”

Jake frowned at his son, “you’re supposed to be on my side.”

“No way you’re roping Jake in,” Evie said with a smirk as she looked at her adopted father. She held out a popsicle and looked to her youngest sibling, “come on Jake…Tyler’s getting your xbox set up for you…we’ll let you play with us while dad gets his butt kicked by mom.”

Jake turned to his seven-year-old, “Layla…you won’t rat daddy out or leave him, will you?”

“You’re silly daddy…”

Jake pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and wiped some of the suds from her cheek. His heart warmed at his carbon copy version of his wife, “my sweet girl….”

She grabbed his hand and gave him a bright smile, “You’re on your own though…sissy and bubba are right. Momma is gonna whoop you…”

Before he could so much as argue Jacob and Layla ran after Evie, heading upstairs to the game room to play Xbox. Jake bit his lip and looked at the dishwasher that had overflowed onto the kitchen floor.

“Let’s just call someone…”

“I’m not spending our hard-earned money on some issue with the dishwasher,” Jake all but scoffed as he rushed his wife, “Maddie, we’ve got four kids…all of them could learn a thing or two from washing dishes in the sink for a day or two while I figure it out.”

“Awww, baby,” she laughed sweetly. Her hands cradled his face as she pressed a firm, but loving kiss to his lips, “it’s so sweet that you think you can fix the dishwasher…you may be some government tech wizard, but you know nothing about fixing home appliances.”

“What are you talking about?” Jake scoffed, “I can fix anything, even a dishwasher.”

“Baby, you’re so cute when you think you can be a handy man…”

“You know what happens when you turn into a little brat, Maddie…I have no problem bending you over this counter!” Jake teased.

“You’re cute,” she giggled, her hand reaching out to stroke her husband’s cheek. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “but call someone…you can’t fix the dishwasher.”

She took a step back and Jake’s brow furrowed, “wh-what do you mean, cute? I’m in the military. I’m part of an elite force of men! I hack entire governments. What makes you think I can’t fix a dishwasher?”

“Baby, I’ve met you,” Maddie chuckled, “I love you so much, but you are hopeless when it comes to fixing things around the house. We both know it!”

“Name one instance.”

“The vents that go to Tyler’s room,” she smirked, referring to how the vent’s system had closed and Jake couldn’t get the little handle to open back up again, “or how about last week when there was a leak in the pool’s filtration system.”

Jake frowned, “those don’t count, Maddie…”

“Don’t they?”

“I’m off tomorrow…I’ll show you just how easy it is to fix that stupid thing. And then you’ll eat your words. Hell, I’ll even fix the vents and the pool…just to prove it to you how much of a handy man I am…then…when you see what a great job I’ve done, I’ll rechristen every one of those spots with you and I won’t stop until you’re screaming that I’m right.”

“I’ll tell you what, big guy…you make me eat my words, and tomorrow I’ll do that…and I’ll even give you an extra special Father’s Day treat and do that thing you like,” she teased, leaning in to brush her nose against his. Jake felt his chest tighten as her lips grazed his, his mind going to the roleplaying scenario that he’d made her reenact all too many times, “I’ve still got that slutty slave Leia costume…”

“Deal!”

“Jensen, do you have any idea what time zone I’m in right now?”

“Clay…it’s an emergency…” Jake said quickly into the phone, “I need an expert.”

“Jesus…what’s going on kid?”

“I need someone who can fix a dishwasher before my wife comes home!” he said quickly, “I jus-hello? Clay? Clay?”

“What, did he hang up on you?”

“Yeah, he did,” Jake muttered as he pulled up a browser and searched for someone to fix the dishwasher as fast as possible, “he’s inconsiderate as hell. I jus-“

“Jake…he’s on his honeymoon…we literally were just at the reception a few days ago!”

“Yeah I-“ But Jake stopped talking when he realized that he was conversing with his wife. He swallowed nervously as he looked at her, “He-hey baby…you’re home sooner than I thought…”

“Funny how that works,” she smirked, stepping into the kitchen, “looks like you didn’t fix the dishwasher…”

“Baby I can explain…”

“Explain it later,” she offered, dropping the shopping bags onto the table, “the kids are in the game room which means we’ll have at least twenty minutes to ourselves…”

“But I-“

“Are you going to argue, Mr. Jensen?” she teased as she looked over her shoulder, “or are you going to take me in our marital bed while I wear that costume? Because as your dirty little Leia, you can use me however you want…”

“I-I still-you’ll still do it?” Jake asked, his breath catching in his throat.

“Let’s see if you can use the force and make me cum, young padawan!”

“HE’S COMING!”

“Mrs. Barnes, you need to-“

“DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, CHO!” Mel all but screamed as she felt the pressure in her stomach, “YOU’VE NEVER BIRTHED SUPER SOLDIER CHILDREN. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LI-AAAAAAA!”

“Breathe baby!” Bucky reminded his significant other as he rushed to her side, “remember the class. Bre-“

“I HATE YOU!” she screamed through the contraction, “YOU DID THIS TO ME! DAMN IT JAMES! I HAAAAAAAAAA-“

“You’re doing so good!” Bucky tried. He went to wipe the sweat from her brow, but she pushed him away.

“Don’t touch me!” she wailed, breaking into a sobbing fit, “I’m as big as an orca whale and I’m gross and sweaty! You did this to me! You put another one in me!

“You’re so beautiful, doll!” Bucky tried again, reaching for Mel one more time, “you’re so beautiful, and amazing, Melissa. You’re such an amazing woman and mother! Y-you can do this, baby. I promise…just like all the other times! You got this!”

This time she didn’t fight him, instead, pulling him as close as she could, given the barrier of the hospital bed between them, “I can’t do this, James. I can’t do this again! What if he’s like Timothy…”

“He won’t be,” Bucky sighed, upset over the mention of the last child that she’d birthed a few years ago, which had been stillborn, “Monte is strong…he’ll be perfectly fine, I promise! Every appointment was good…it-he’s not like Timothy, baby. I promise!”

“I’m so afraid, Jamie!”

“It’ll be okay…right Doctor Cho?”

“The baby’s heart rate is speeding up!” She said calmly, “Bucky…I need you to let go of Melissa.”

Melissa shot up in her spot, her eyes wildly going to the man she loved, “something’s wrong? Jamie, something can’t be wrong with him. Mont-“

“We’ll be fine,” Bucky said quickly, barely believing the words he was saying. His hands reached out to her stomach, and he felt the wild thrumming beneath his fingertips. He tried to fight the tears that were riding up on his anxiety, “he-he’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. We-“

“Bucky, we need to take her in for emergency surgery! This is progressing, but not in the way that we’d planned for! You need to let your wife go, Sergeant Barnes!” Doctor Cho said quickly.

He nodded, unable to find the words while a lump formed in his throat.

“Buck…” Bucky looked up from his spot in the chair. His leg bounced wildly as he tried to fight the worry that lay in the pit of his stomach. Steve frowned at his best friend, “Cami has the kids at her place…we-we got them settled in but-I told her that I would come check on y-“

Steve didn’t get to finish his thoughts. Bucky had rushed up to him and wrapped him in a hug, while he began to sob against his best friend. His anger towards him faded and he clung to the one man who’d been there for him through it all.

“What if he doesn’t make it, Steve?” Bucky asked brokenly, “wh-what if he doesn’t make it like the last one? I know that we pretended Joey was ours…an-and that was wrong, but Cami said-oh god…I can’t lose another one, Steve…hi-his name is Montgomery…we named him after Monte…”

“Buck…”

“I can’t lose another child, Steve…”

“You won’t, Buck…”

“I can’t lose Monte…”

“You won’t, Buck…”

“Come on…what do you guys look so sad about? We’re having a good day, right? We got up early. I’m making us breakfast. We’ll spend the whole day with each other. It’ll be a great father’s day!”

Ashley looked up from her pancakes, before her eyes snapped back down. Michael’s jaw tensed as he glared at his father.

“Come on guys, cheer up. We-“

“We want mom.”

Andy took a heavy breath and he released a sigh, staring back at his son, “we’ve talked about this, bud…”

“Where is she?” his son asked, “y-you kicked her out…threw away all her stuff and then-“

“Michael, please…”

“We should be able to know where mom is,” he argued, “mom is-“

“STOP!”

The loud clattering of the pan being knocked from the stove to the floor was enough to make Ashley jump out of her seat. In her panic, she knocked her plate and glass of juice to the floor. The glass shattered around her and she bolted towards her bedroom.

“DAMN IT!” Andy cursed, “are you happy with that? You know that mentioning your mother upsets your sister and yet you go ahead and-“

“SHE’S MAD AT YOU FOR KICKING MOM OUT!” Michael argued, eyes tearing up as he faced off with his father, “YOU WON’T EVEN TELL US WHY YOU MADE MOM LEAVE. SHE-“

“SHE’S A NO GOOD WHORE IS WHAT SHE IS!” Andy screamed at his eleven-year old, “you want to know what she did, fine! YOUR MOTHER IS FUCKING OTHER MEN! SHE’S RUNNING AROUND, KEEPING HER LEGS OPEN FOR ANY MAN WHO WANTS TO SLIP BETWEEN THEM!”

“M-mom wouldn’t do that…”

“Yeah,” he scoffed, “what makes you so sure, huh?”

“Mom’s not like Laurie…”

“Shut your mouth, Michael…”

“Dad, even Jacob-“

“Don’t you dare talk about your brother!”

“Why?” Michael asked, “because he’s like grandpa? Because he-“

But the eleven-year old went tumbling to the ground. Andy had rushed up to him, trampling through the broken glass, and slapped him hard enough to send him spinning to the linoleum floor. But not before hearing a sickening crack.

Jacob wailed in pain as he held his abdomen.

On his way down he’d hit the table and hard.

Off in the distance, he could hear sirens.

His eyes went wide as he realized what he did, “Michael…Micha-“

“Get away from him!” the six year old screamed. Andy looked up to the entryway where his daughter had stood.

“Ash-Ashley…”Andy said nervously as he looked at his daughter who had his loaded handgun in her hands, “h-how did you get into daddy’s gun safe baby? Wh-why do you have that?”

“I called the police daddy…” Ashley said tearfully as she kept aiming at her father. Michael crawled away from his father and towards his sister. Andy went to take a step, and she pulled the trigger. The corner of the table blew away with the bullet and Andy jumped, having nearly been hit.

“Baby put the gun down…”

“No daddy!” Ashley said quickly, “we want mommy…”

The sirens got closer. Andy felt bile rising in the back of his throat as he noticed the police cars parking in front of the house. A loud banging came from the front door.

“THIS IS THE POLICE! MR. BARBER OPEN THE DOOR!”

“HELP!” Michael wailed from his spot at his sister’s side, “MY DAD’S BEEN BEATING US SINCE HE KICKED OUR MOM OUT! MY SISTER HAS HIM CORNERED IN THE KITCHEN WITH THE GUN!”

He coughed, some blood coming up as the police kicked in the door, “POLICE! PUT THE GUN DOWN AND HANDS IN THE AIR!”

Ashley dropped the gun, running to the police officers. Andy stood stock-still as they came into the home, one of them rushing to check on his son, while the other shuffled Ashley behind him and kept his gun trained on him. Andy eyed the gun, but held his hands up in the air, “I didn’t do anything!”

“He-he’s lying,” Michael coughed, lifting his shirt. Andy grimaced when he saw the bruises on his son’s stomach, “h-he’s been hitting us for months since he made our mom leave…he-he hasn’t let us see her, and he made a judge pull custody from her. Please…help us!”

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