How the Lin kuei trio react while you are giving birth to their child? PART I
Bi han ❄️
Your moans of pain could be heard from the other room, you had been in labor for 12 hours.
Your husband has had enough of being banned from seeing the birth of his own child due to tradition.
So Bi Han came in slamming the door loudly without caring of anything, one of the women who was helping in the birth ran towards him "Sir, you can't be here."
He simply ignored her, passing by her, when he reached the bed where you were he noticed something.
The nurses had your hands tied, that image froze the Grandmaster, then without thinking twice he said with a strong tone.
-Untie his hands inmediately.- The cryomancer demanded in a threatening tone.
When you heard it you felt a sense of relief and happiness, as if your husband was coming to rescue you.
The nurses followed his instructions without hesitation.
Then you extended your hand towards him, Bi Han immediately ran in your direction.He took your hand and with the other put his cold hand on your forehead.
-Wife.- He said worried, it was the first time you saw him like this for you.
You were red and sweating from the vain efforts of giving birth all these hours and the pain was unbearable.
You couldn't take it anymore and for the first time you lost control, you were so afraid of losing your baby or dying together.
-Bi han please help me.-You said as you squeezed his hand tighter.
Your husband caressed your head.
-Calm down.- That's the only thing the Grand master could think of to say.
Then he went to the doctor in charge.
-What's going on? Why is my son not born yet?- Your husband asked indignantly.
-Grand master, we have a theory that the baby doesn't fit.-the doctor began to explain but Bihan immediately interrupted him.
-Then think of a solution quickly, if my wife and my son die they will not be the only ones with that fate. -Your husband said harshly to the doctor and then sent murderous looks to everyone who attended the birth.
Afterwards, Bi Han quickly left the room to look for his most trusted people.
-Is there anything you can do? - The cryomancer asked Sektor.
-I could do an emergency cesarean section, but I don't have an epidural and...because of the blood loss, pain, the contamination of your wife- he began to explain but Bi Han rushed to say.
-Think about something else.-The Grandmaster said sharply and then retired.
He then found his brothers.
-I need you to go around looking for someone more competent, apparently we are surrounded by useless doctors here.-he told his two brothers.
Kuai Liang did not reply, he knew that this time his brother's harsh attitude was due to his concern for his wife.
On his side, Tomas just looked at Kuai Liang, it struck him that Bi Han was so worried about someone, so he preferred not to protest either, plus they were also worried about (Y/N).
-We will do it brother.-Said the pyromancer.
-Don't fail me.-The Grandmaster said stoically.
They just nodded and quickly left. Then Bi han remained thoughtful in that room, it was the first time he felt that fear of losing someone after his mother's death, and it was getting out of hand, there was nothing else he could do.
After a while he went back to your room.
You found yourself almost sleeping after so much effort. Your husband looked at you compassionately.
Then you woke up to your husband's caresses on your head.You gave him a weak smile.You could only understand each other at this point with just your looks.
-Stay strong, it will all be over soon.-Your husband said, trying to calm you down, although he was never really good at it and this was no exception. But you loved the way he cared about you.You just put your head on his chest.
After a few minutes you heard a familiar voice from the other room approaching.
Then she enter in your room abruptly, you and Bi Han looked at her in surprise, and you asked yourself how she got here.
-I see the problem, in that position the baby will never come out.-Madame Bo said.
Before Bi Han could say anything, Madame Bo stepped forward.
-Your brothers told me everything, don't worry, I have experience, I have attended the birth of Kung Lao and Raiden.-She said as rolled up his sleeves.
Then Bi Han looked at the door that was open, his two brothers were looking at him with a certain worried look. The Grandmaster looked at them with a face of "This is the best you could find?".
-This girl is going to have to give birth up.-Said Madame Bo.
"What?" You asked incredulously.
-You come help your wife - Madame Bo indicated. Bi Han just grunted but she ignored him.
-Help her up.-She indicated, your husband picked you up and he carefully put you on your feet, then he helped you stay standing while he grabbed your waist.
Then the contractions came back.like it was a miracle you could feel something coming out.
-The baby is crowning (Y/N) start pushing with all your strength.- Madame Bo said from below.
And that's what you did, while you pushed with all your strength, your husband never let you go, your screams mixed with the cries of your baby....
You let out an excited laugh, while crying with emotion.
It was a (boy or girl whatever you prefer).
Bi Han was hypnotized by his baby, he couldn't stop looking at him. He gently laid you on the bed and followed Madame Bo and the nurses, they made him cut the umbilical cord, bathe him and dress him. From your side it made you laugh how your husband reluctantly followed orders for the first time.
-Where is my baby?, I want to see him- You said, extending your arms.
The Grandmaster brought it to you in his arms before handing it to you, kissing his forehead. When you held him in your arms it was like falling in love at first sight, he was so perfect, so small, it was something you had created.
-Look at him/her, my love is beautiful- You said excitedly. Your husband kissed your forehead while he held his baby's hand.
-He/She is perfect.-Bihan said proudly.
With all this event, he realized that you and your son are the most important thing to him, and his love for you two was unconditional.
Then you thanked Madam Bo for her help. Then you forced your husband to thank his brothers too.Although you knew that he thanks them deep down. Kuai Liang and Tomas were happy for their nephew/niece.
For you it was the happiest day of your life, your life was born healthy and has people who love him/her.
Author note:
Hello everyone, i will update Tomas and Kuai Liang later in this post. I will reblog.
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How the Boys Act With Their Brand New Babies
Captain John Price, John “Soap” McTavish, König, Simon “Ghost” Riley
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Word Count: 5.1k
Warnings: Pregnancy, descriptions of birth (natural and cesarean), breastfeeding, established relationships/marriages, mentions of drugs (during C-Section), godparents, and I think that’s it!
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A/N: The baby fever is so real you guys. Also, the only one out of this group that screams “boy dad” is Price and no one can change my mind.
Thank you so so much to @thesleepingmusicneek for helping me with beta-reading and general plot additions with this piece and so many others I've posted recently 🥰🥰🥰
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Captain John Price (~1k words)
Benjamin Price
John’s base instinct is “protector and provider” and Lord does that skyrocket with your son.
“No.”
“John.”
“I said no, not happening.” Turning, he held your son out of your mother’s reach. “She hasn’t washed her hands.”
Chuckling, you crossed your arms. “Baby, I think it’ll be o -”
Reaching over to grab a bottle of hand sanitizer, he held it out to your mother. “At least sanitize.”
There was something ridiculously funny about John, your hardened soldier, holding onto this pudgy, little baby. And what made it even funnier, was that Benji had a straight face nearly the entire time; staring over at his grandmother as if to say, do what my daddy says. John and his son were two peas in a damn pod.
Watching others hold his baby wasn’t an easy task. Regardless of whether or not they were family, it made his palms sweat, made his breaths shallow and fingers fidgety. What if they dropped him? Pinched him too hard? Bounced him too fast? Made him frown or cry? And by the time his thoughts started spiraling, he’d just get up and snatch him right back.
While John was more than proud to show off your little family, he might as well have “look, don’t touch” painted across his forehead. Even his own parents didn’t have access to Benji unless they followed his standards. And family friends? Strangers at the park? Yeah, they can forget even saying hi to him.
“He is a cutie, isn’t he?” John beamed, nodding along to one of your friend’s comments. “Hey,” He then said, holding out a hand. “What’re you doing?”
“Oh, I was just going to hold his little hand!”
“I don’t think so, Deb.”
“John, she’s only being nice.” Chastising him lightly, you tilted your head with sympathy.
“Nice or not, she’s not touching my son.”
John acted as if everyone was out to snatch up his son and take off running. And he didn’t care if he hurt anyone’s feelings in the process of protecting him.
“Love, you’ve got to be nicer.”
“Why?”
“Because these are our friends, our family!”
“Just keeping him safe,” He then turned to the chubby bundle in his arms. “That’s all.”
As per usual, Benji had that straight look on his face, expression matching that of his father. And Christ, do they look alike. He’s practically a carbon copy of John.
Shaking your head, you chuckle. “You and your mini me.”
And John’s face lifts with the brightest grin, cheeks cherry red with happiness. “Handsome chap.” He says, bouncing Benji on his lap.
Try as you might, there’s no changing John’s mind. In order to keep your baby boy happy and healthy, everyone and everything had to be clean. John ran a tight ship, something you’ve gotten used to in your marriage. And, you figure, in the end it’s only helping Benji.
When it came to the birth of your son, John made sure to have a plan. You and your doctors discussed a scheduled C-Section beforehand, and the two of you adapted well to this. They informed you of every detail, and after that, you discussed things on your own end. Back at home, John helped you devise a game plan, a list of things that you’d need and the exact steps to take when the day came. And when the moment finally arrived, everything went surprisingly smooth.
While it was difficult for John to see you under the influence of so many narcotics, that was the least of his worries. During your procedure, he focused on yours and the baby’s health. And even though you weren’t entirely conscious, he made sure to stay by your side. While you bore the weight of the most intense struggles, your husband intended to take on the burdens of every other task that he possibly could. That meant aiding in your recovery, and your son’s growth.
Once home, John was your round-the-clock nurse. On a timed schedule, he’d clean your incision and make sure it was healing well. He kept your nightstand fully stocked with water and pain medicine, as well as your comfiest heating pad. The ensuite had all the postpartum pads you could need, and he never left you alone in the shower. When it came to Benji, John did all of the nighttime feedings, and all of the nappie changings. He didn’t want you lifting a single finger, not while you were resting.
In the evening, John often cuddled in bed with you, bringing Benjamin along to nestle between your bodies. You both admired him, pet him softly and kissed his little hands and big, round belly. It was mesmerizing to you, the fact that you created this perfect, little soul. And while you focused your affections on your newborn son, you and John made sure to save some of it for each other, too.
“Beautiful.”
“I know,” Cooing quietly, you smiled down at him.
“No,” Shaking his head, John drew your attention back to him. “You, lovie.”
“I’ve been in bed for three days, this isn’t beautiful.” While you laugh, John tuts sadly.
“Don’t know how you could be so blind.”
But what you certainly aren’t blind to, is John’s unconditional love. And that is more healing to you than any medication on the market.
Though, that doesn’t stop the rest of the boys from trying. In their thoughtfulness, Johnny and Kyle have brought you gift baskets full of after-pregnancy goodies. Snacks and sweet drinks, fuzzy socks and cute onesies for little Benji. They were even kind enough to include postpartum pads.
“You guys are too much.” In the midst of it all, tears roll down your cheeks.
Shrugging, Kyle just grins. “Least I can do for my godson.”
Out of the entire group, John was the first to have a baby. And he wasted no time in making Kyle Benjamin’s godfather. And the boys understood; John and Kyle had a bond that exceeded brotherhood.
Of course, Simon tagged along. But he wasn’t exactly familiar with babies. Soap encouraged him to bring a gift, but all he could come up with was an Amazon gift card.
“I um, well… here. For his… things.” Ghost handed you the card awkwardly, but you smiled brightly regardless.
“Thank you, Simon.” Bringing him into a firm hug, he released a soft grunt, eventually patting your back.
“Alright, alright.” Johnny announces, “I think it’s time, Cap. Where’s that baby?”
Christ sake, John internally groans. “Have you sanitized?”
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John “Soap” McTavish (~1.2k words)
Elsie McTavish
Is so excited about the baby that he sometimes forgets himself.
“I know, I know.” He’d respond, only half annoyed.
“Just, p-please,” Reaching out with shaky hands, you watched as Johnny swung your newborn infant around in his arms. “Watch her head!”
“Aye,” Johnny sighs, rolling those beautiful blue eyes.
Pulling her to his chest, he lets her head rest on one of those broad shoulders, bouncing a bit as he pats her on the back.
“How’mie supposed to have fun with my daughter if ye won’t stop nit-pickin’?”
“Baby, I’m just, I want her to be -”
“Safe, I know, bonnie. She is safe with me.” He then grins, turning to your daughter as he holds her up in front of him. “Aren’t ye, wee lassie?
And you suppose he’s right. Being a helicopter parent isn’t fun for anybody. Besides, Johnny loves your daughter enough to keep her safe and you should trust him with her.
“Ohh,” Johnny starts, and you think, here we go again. “Elsie and her daddy, say he’s a good ‘ole laddie. He’ll keep you safe and happy. We’ll play all day and sing away, yes Elsie and her daddy.”
Your husband’s makeshift songs never ceased to put a smile on your face. Johnny was always a fun and carefree man, but with your daughter? He was the goofiest dad.
Whenever you needed rest, he’d jump right to his feet, swooping in to take her to wherever she needed to be. The changing table for a new nappie, the kitchen for a bottle, or simply to the couch to give you some much-needed alone time. There was never a complaint, never a sigh or roll of his eyes. Oftentimes, you’d stumble into a room to find Johnny enjoying himself even more than Elsie. He became so animated when reading books to her, acting out scenes and making the noises of each animal. And it made her giggle wildly. He’d fidget with the toys on her playmat while she laid with him, roll the rattles around and build with the rings and blocks. But most of all, he’d interact with her. Regardless of her being barely two months old, Johnny had full-on conversations with your daughter.
“And then what happened?” He’d ask, sounding completely interested. And she’d babble back to him, as if she was truly joining in.
Nodding, he raised his brows. “That’s wild, lass. Shouldn't have to put up with that.”
Another babble, a little giggle.
“Aye, nothing wrong with that.”
Sometimes, she’d slam her little hand, and Johnny would raise his own in defense. “Oi, no need to get political about it.”
Johnny’s newest baby obsession is doing her hair. She was born with so much of it that he decided one day, he ought to do something about it. And so, he bought a pack of colorful bows, using them to make a little mohawk in her hair. You happened to walk in on him in the middle of it one day, your daughter sitting on his lap and cooing innocently while he made her look like a rockstar.
When he looked up to find you in the doorway, he grinned. “Like it?”
And you’d be daft to say it wasn’t the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.
Your husband truly embraced the excitement and general fun of fatherhood. He figured enough seriousness surrounded her birth, why not make the rest of her life as joyful as can be?
It was an emergency C-Section, something neither of you were prepared for. There was no question of whether or not he’d be in the room with you, he simply put on the plastic hospital gown and cap and followed you in. His hand didn’t leave yours, not even for a second. Even though you were given medicine to dull the pain and any real feeling, he wanted you to know he was there.
When your daughter was successfully taken from your womb, things finally started calming down. After that, your health went back to normal. You didn’t lose too much blood, your stitches went in properly, and you were wheeled back to your room to start your recovery. Johnny was thanking the Lord that the two of you made it out okay, that both of his girls were safe. And while he waited for you to wake up, he sat in the room with your newborn baby, laying her over his chest while she slept.
“Little bonnie,” He whispered, kissing her head. “My Elsie girl.”
It was at that moment that she became his new best friend, his partner in crime, his perfect angel. He saw it as a privilege, really, taking care of you in your recovery while also caring for Elsie. Not everyone has this, he often thought to himself. My wonderful family.
And he couldn’t wait to show off his little clan.
As soon as she was ready for visitors, he invited everyone he possibly could. Friends, family, an entire get together just for her. And she was definitely her father’s daughter, blue eyes bright with excitement as each and every person greeted her with delight. Ever the extrovert herself, she giggled for hours, bouncing on people’s laps as they each took turns entertaining her.
“Oh, oh! And watch this!” Johnny says, setting down his glass and leaning toward his little girl. “Elsie, look at daddy!” And that’s just what she does, watching as Soap widens his eyes with his brows raised high. Perfectly, she mimics him.
“The smartest little thing!” Her nanny cheered, clapping with pride.
“Ah ken, ma!” Johnny responds to his mum, agreeing with her wholeheartedly. “She’s just a wee little thing, already clever as wits.”
And your side of the family couldn’t possibly be more proud. They’d been waiting for ages to have a grandbaby, and knew if they waited for the right time, you and Johnny would give them just that.
“Oh, what’s this about?” You chime in, frowning when Elsie suddenly begins to cry.
“She’s hungry, eh?” Your husband chuckles, reaching out to stroke her mini hand. “Go on then, go to mummy.”
The two of you were lucky enough to have a respectful family, entirely understanding of whenever you needed to take her away for a feeding. And oftentimes, Johnny would come with you. He saw it as a bonding moment, for all three of you. When he first asked, he seemed incredibly timid about it, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. But you thought it sweet; him holding you, while you held your baby, lulling her to sleep with your warm milk.
“She’s dozing.” Johnny whispers into your ear, head dipping to kiss your shoulder.
Together, you’d gone up to your marital bedroom, sitting up on your bed. Johnny’s back rested against the headboard, while your own rested against his firm chest. He’d butterfly his legs out, welcoming you between them and holding you close with every limb. And sitting like this, is when Elsie was the coziest.
“You’re amazin’, bonnie.” Keeping his voice hush, Johnny rests his chin on your shoulder, admiring your baby from above. “Thank you, so much.”
“What for, baby?”
“For givin’ me her, our sweet Elsie. And just… bein’ with me. You’re everything to me.”
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König (~1.2k words)
Gisela and Avelina
He had been enamored since the moment the test showed positive.
The word paternal is the perfect description for him. Even before having a baby in his arms, König embraced fatherhood wholeheartedly. He read all the baby books, took you to all your classes and participated equally in them. Every night, he’d sit by your tummy and read, talk to the baby and sing German lullabies. He thought he had everything figured out, thought he was prepared in every way.
That is, until he learned that there were two of them.
“I… I can’t believe it.”
“Oh my gosh…”
Your collective shock made the doctor giggle, continuing to inform you that not only were they identical, they were girls.
“Daughters,” König then said, eyes widening. “Two daughters…”
Worry began to swirl inside your belly from his words, his hesitancy. Glancing up at him from your lying position, you asked quietly, “Are you not… you’re not happy?”
“My love,” Releasing a quick breath, he knelt by your side, immediately taking your hand. “I couldn’t be happier.” And he was beaming. “Daughters, Schatz. We’re going to have two little girls.” (Sweetheart)
And to prepare for their arrival, he bought nearly everything in sight.
“Schatz, look! Look at what I bought for them.” (Sweetheart)
Lumbering in with three shopping bags, he sat you down in the living room to show you everything he got to welcome your baby girls into the family. One by one, he pulled each item out, displaying multiple onesies, mini dresses, bows for their hair, new blankets and swaddles, the list goes on.
“So cute,” He muttered to himself, holding up a purple dress. And just hearing this mountain of a man use the word cute made you smile from ear to ear.
“Gisela will wear pink,” Your husband decides, “And Avelina, she will dress in purple. Matching, but different, ja?”
When König found out he was having two babies, he knew he’d have no problem giving them both an equal amount of love. He never once worried about having to devote time to each of them, make them each feel cared for and adored. In his mind, it wasn’t even a question. He knew he had more than enough affection to give to each of his girls.
He’d even gone out of his way to stock up on the essentials - diapers, creams, wipes and bottles. And although the twins won’t be able to use them for a few months, he also took it upon himself to buy some toys - mostly soft blocks, rattles, play mats, and stuffies.
“They’re going to be spoiled.” You grinned, not the least bit annoyed by your husband’s overzealous preparation. How could anyone be annoyed by that?
And now that they’re here, König finally has the opportunity to truly shower them with all his love. Every nighttime feeding was, in his words, their best time to bond. When the world is quiet, and you are finally resting, it’s just him and his daughters. And with his imaginative and resourceful talents, König figured out a way to tie their bottles to their little rockers, pushing the chairs back and forth as they ate. He never wanted to feed them one at a time, he thought it cruel to have one watch their sibling eat while they themselves were hungry.
Whenever the girls were done eating, he’d hold them, lay them both over his broad, bare chest, allowing them to feel his warm skin. It comforted the girls, cuddling with their father. You thought maybe one of them might favor you, but that hope quickly dwindled. They are definitely daddy’s girls. But it was hard to be jealous when every one of this trio’s interactions were breathtakingly sweet. Their bond was something that genuinely brought a tear to your eye, in both sentimental and humorous ways.
“GG!” He calls to her, holding up his phone. This nickname for your gorgeous daughter came quickly, along with Gisela-Bella, Ella, and your personal favorite… “Meine Schnuckel!”
“What does that even mean?” Chuckling to yourself, you watch as Gisela’s father attempts to take a picture of her.
“My cutie!” He answers cheerfully, your daughter looking right at him as soon as he says it.
“Yes! Perfect, my beauties.” And then he’s leaning over to show you. “Look, look at them. The cutest things. I’m so happy Ava was already looking.”
Avenlina’s nicknames consisted of Ava, Lina-Ballerina, and… “My little Spatzi.”
As if responding to her German name, Avelina babbles back to her father, just like she always does. Between the two of them, she was certainly the talker, always chirping away, König’s little sparrow.
The photo he shows you prompts a small laugh from your end, a wide smile growing across your lips. He’d dressed them up in the most adorables outfit you’d ever seen, strawberry and blueberry dresses. GG wore the pink one, of course, with Ava in blue. Each outfit had a berry hat and matching shoes, too.
Genuinely, he could never get enough of them. Whether it was spoiling the girls with presents or giving them every bit of his time, your husband did everything he could to be the best father. But there were times he’d have no choice but to hand them over to you, their daytime feedings being one of those scenarios. Although, it’s not like he didn’t join you.
Laying beside you in bed, he shifts onto his side, watching with love in his eyes. You’ve gotten used to feeding them both, being blessed with the ability to produce enough milk to sustain them. And while sitting back against the headboard, you do just that, rocking the girls gently as they drink.
“She has my eyes, don’t you think?” Reaching over, König taps little Gisela’s chin.
And he’s right; her piercing blue gaze is just like his. “Absolutely.”
“Sie sind so schön.” Whispering, he stares up at his daughters with sincere wonder in his eyes. “You made them.” (They are so beautiful)
“I know.” Giggling, you nod in response. “Do you think Ava has my nose?” You wonder aloud, watching as their eyelids begin to droop.
“Of course, that perfect little button.” He adds, gently booping his younger daughter’s nose. Though, only younger by two minutes.
Unable to help himself, König then leans in, placing a gentle kiss to Avelina’s head, being that she’s closest to him. And then one of those large hands is lifting, petting gently at his eldest’s thin, blonde hair.
“Let me put them to bed, Schatz.” (Sweetheart)
“No,” Whining quietly, you puff out your lower lip. “I wanna.”
It was something the two of you often ‘fought’ about; neither of you could get enough of your precious daughters. Even while giving birth, he practically tried to catch them with his bare hands. He was the first to hold them, each of them, even before they were placed on your chest. It made for quite the special moment, though. It was him who laid them onto you, one at a time, your little family coming together as you finally held your daughters, your sweet babies.
To König, there was nothing more inspiring than seeing you give birth to his daughters. You were fierce, powerful, and he was there to support you every step of the way. Hell, he was practically your birthing coach. He cheered you, doted on you until you’d insisted you were okay. In his mind, no one could care for you or your daughters better than him. And that caring instinct only continues to grow as your family does.
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Simon “Ghost” Riley (~1.3k words)
Charlotte Riley
Isn’t quite sure what to do, and always looks to you for guidance.
It’s not that Simon doesn’t love his daughter, or isn’t interested in her, he’s just afraid. Afraid he’ll hurt her, make her cry or just do something wrong. He’s so big and she’s just so… little. She’s the most precious, fragile thing he’s ever seen and honestly, he’s wondering how he was even capable of making her.
“Do you want to hold her, Si?” Your voice is gentle, looking up at him with encouragement in your eyes. “She wants you.”
“I don’t know, love.”
The huge, menacing man you grew to love was quickly dwindled down to a nervous wreck when it came to your newborn daughter. He’d wring his hands, rub the back of his neck and constantly shift his stance. When Charlotte was with you, he was calm. But in literally every other scenario, he felt like he was about to lose his head.
During the birthing process, Simon was sweating bullets. You were in an ungodly amount of pain and he had no idea what to do, there wasn’t anything he could do. But after a moment, his instincts kicked in. Thanks to his background and general personality, his body often chooses to take action in these fight or flight instances. And he figured the best thing he could do was to just be there for you. He leaned down, wrapped an arm around your shoulder and kept his head right beside your own, holding your hand with his free one and letting you squeeze and claw him as hard as you needed to. You called out for him, crying miserably through the pain. It tore his insides to shreds, it was heart-wrenching.
“I’m here, I promise I’m here. And you’re so strong, sweetheart. You can do this, you can.”
And now, it’s your turn to reassure him.
“I promise it’ll be okay.” Pushing your folded arms out toward your husband, you bring her just a bit closer to him. “You don’t want to hold your baby?”
“I, I feel like…”
“Don’t be nervous, Si. She loves you, she trusts you. You can do this.”
He gulped then, eyes floating down to the small bundle in your hands. Only, it’s not just a small pile of blankets. It’s his daughter, his Lottie girl. And so, with a sigh, he nods, straightening his stance.
I can do this.
With a smile on your face, you watch as he gently, slowly, takes her from your arms.
“How, how do I -”
“Support her head.” Answering softly, you show him just how to do it, gently maneuvering his strong arms and large hands. “There you go, just like that.”
At first, you were annoyed with him. Did he not pay attention in your parenting classes? Did he not actually read the books you gave him? But an honest conversation quickly put those worries to rest. Simon did pay attention, he did read those books, he had all the knowledge he needed to succeed at this. But he just didn’t trust himself with it, with her. None of those classes prepared for him an actual baby. He thought he’d surely and properly fuck this up if given the chance, but right now, he’s proving himself wrong.
“Look at you, Si.” The reassurance in your tone makes his heart beat with happiness and pride. All he wants to do is please you, both of you.
Glancing down at his daughter, Simon nods, uttering a quiet yet confident, “Yeah…”
But a breath of air is quickly sucked in when he sees her squirm, his body stiffening immediately. You hold out your hands and pause, urging him to just wait. And within seconds, she’s calming down again, tiny body snuggling into his chest.
“She, um…”
“She loves you, baby.” Stepping closer, you slide a finger over her little hand, cooing, “You love your daddy, Lottie?”
“Stop it.” He orders playfully, eyes unwavering from Charlotte’s sweet face. And when you quirk a brow at him, he continues grumpily, “Making me all emotional.”
But what you said was true, he can do this. He wants to do this.
And he does.
It takes less than a week for Simon to get used to this, becoming so comfortable with your daughter that he openly scoops her up from your arms whenever he pleases. He hasn’t quite gotten the hang of how to feed or burp her yet, but he has been helping you with diaper changes. He’ll watch you perform the task or explain a piece of it, and then he’ll do it, testing the waters a bit. It’s slow, but it’s progress.
What helps with this is his best mate, having a baby of his own to demonstrate.
“Hold the bottle like this.” Johnny instructs, showing Ghost how he holds his own daughter. “Yeah!”
“Alright,” Ghost nods, voice quiet and a bit shaky.
Charlotte’s head rests on the bulk of Simon’s bicep, the rest of her body cradled on his lap. And with the bottle perfectly angled, she drinks easily and happily. Elsie does the same, but that’s nothing new.
“Have you read to her?”
“Read to her? But… she doesn’t understand it, Johnny.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Soap shrugs, grabbing his baby’s backpack to pull out some of her favorite stories. Well, Johnny’s favorite stories. “Elsie loves it! Surely my little godlassie will, too.”
How that came about, nobody really knows. It sort of just… happened, the two of them being their daughter’s godfathers. Nobody fit the role better than them, it was just common knowledge.
Opening an interactive tale about animals in the jungle, Johnny reads to the girls, their eyes watching him intently. Now that they’re done eating, they focus on Johnny and the way he’s speaking, his facial expressions and movements.
“The monkey says… ooh! Ooh! Ooh!” Reaching forward, he quickly tickles their tummies, watching as they erupt into laughter. “Here Si, you give it a go.”
Shoving the book into his hands, he watches his friend gulp. It’s as if an entire crowd is in front of him, and not his best friend and two baby girls.
“The, um… the lion says… roar.”
The girls do nothing, and Johnny rolls his eyes. “Oh, c’mon, put your heart into it! The lion says roar!”
Clearing his throat, Ghost nods, staring at the simple picture book. “The lion says… ROAR!”
But instead of giggling, the girls start crying, and Simon is tossing the book down in an instant. Scooping his daughter up into his arms again, he mutters a grumpy Christ while patting her back and bouncing her lightly.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Daddy’s sorry.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but Johnny can still hear him. And he smiles.
“Don’t worry about it.” Keeping his chuckles to himself, Johnny then says, “Lottie’s got a great dad. I can tell.”
“How in the bloody hell is this so hard?” His voice is still low, keeping his cheek beside her own in an attempt to comfort her.
“You’ll get the hang of it.” Soap is resting easy, having calmed his daughter down in less than a minute. “What d’ya say we have a day together? Just us four?”
“And do… what?” Simon hasn’t yet mastered the art of interacting with his tiny baby. He doesn’t know what she’s receptive to. But how will he ever know if he never tries?
“We can go to the zoo! Practice those lion roars.” Johnny jokes with a grin, watching his best mate roll his eyes. “Really though, it’ll be good for the girls.” And you, but he doesn’t say that part out loud.
“That… actually sounds nice.” The hammering heartbeat in his chest has slowed now that his daughter has grown silent, only small coos slipping from her lips.
Honestly, Simon doesn’t know what he’d do without you and Johnny. He’d be completely lost, and in more ways than one. But with your collective encouragement, he finds himself growing into his fatherly role more and more every day.
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Bonus - Uncle!Price (~500 words)
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) Underage drinking, mentions of drug usage, partying.
“You’re shitting me.” He says into the phone, dumbfounded.
“I didn’t mean to, Pricey. Promise!”
Charlotte’s tone on the other end of the phone only makes the situation worse; she’s very clearly inebriated. The background noise doesn’t help the conversation, either, nothing but boisterous teenagers shouting and singing.
“What pub are you at?”
“Not at one,” Hiccuping, she then swallows. “At a… party.”
“Christ, Lottie.” But he’s already walking out to his car and starting the engine. “Text me the address, lovie.”
“You won’t tell dad?” She whispers on the other end, as if Simon could somehow hear her.
“No, hun. But you’ve got to be better about this.”
It wasn’t the first time John had picked his niece up from a situation like this. Out of the group’s kids, she was definitely the partier. As soon as she hit her teenage years, she ran Simon up a goddamn wall. But she honestly didn’t mean to, she wasn’t a bad kid. She just sometimes got herself into bad situations. There had even been times at her friends' houses where she was uncomfortable and nervous, times when they’d bring hard drugs she wasn’t expecting or willing to experiment with. These situations made her far too nervous to contact her dad, fearing he’d just be angry with her. That’s where Uncle Price came in.
Of course, if she was ever hurt or in serious danger, he’d tell her parents straight away. But in these types of situations, he figures he’s helping her dodge a bullet. He knows how harsh Simon can be, and after all, she’s just a teen. At the end of the day, she’s safe, and that’s what matters.
“Thank you for calling me. Last thing we need is you driving like this, or driving with someone else like this.”
“Yeah…” Trailing off, she sighs. And in this small lull, John hears a familiar voice.
“Who -” He pauses, did he really just hear who he thought he heard?! “Who was that?!”
“Um… who?”
“You know who!”
“Is he coming?” The voice then says, and Charlotte is quick to hush him.
“Benjamin!” John shouts, eyes wide as he continues to drive. “You’re there too?!”
Handing the phone to her cousin, Benji gives the excuse of, “Had to look after her, da.”
“Yeah, right job you did there.” His father returns, nodding. “Anyone else I should know about?”
“Well… maybe.”
“Elsie! C’mon! Uncle John is almost here!”
Christ sake.
Groaning, John rubs the bridge of his nose. “You lot are out to kill me, aren’t you?”
“Nothing wrong with a bit of fun!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Rolling his eyes, he peers out the window while at a stop light.
Internally though, John is grinning. This entire situation is reminding him of his own memories, recalling the crazier nights of his youth. What an absolute shitshow, that was. And on top of that, he didn’t have the type of parents that could get him out of tough cracks, they just didn’t understand. He had to rely on himself. And now, he’s glad these kids can rely on him, too.
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A Step - Series
Part 10 - Another Step Forward
Dad!John Price x Mom!Reader
Summary - There’s a new member in the family, and John has some news.
Series Masterlist Here
A/N - The long awaited final chapter! It’s not exactly what I wanted but I’m content (enough) with it! Thank you for everyone’s support and patience ❤️ truly I adore you all
Warnings - talk of pregnancy, labor, cesarean section. Talk of past abuse, implied past SA while healing from birth/surgery. Past infidelity mentioned. Ripping stitches mentioned. Military inaccuracies. But overall fluffy 😌
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Just like that.
The last one.
His last official deployment. Retired for all intents and purposes; though the desk work, consulting, responsibilities and his title will never leave him. Not truly. It’s a strange feeling, John thinks. He never thought he’d get to choose when he was finished. He was certain the last one would be marked by a signature, not on a release form like now, but on a mission report - Captain John ‘Bravo Six’ Price - KIA. It’s the fate he accepted over two decades ago, one he never doubted would become his legacy like so many others he’s fought for and against.
Now, though? He can’t imagine leaving that way. It makes him sick, makes him ache. The image of you opening the door to the home you’ve made together, the boys behind you, as you take his tags, his hat, and that damned box - the one with the letters he swears to burn when he gets home, the ones you will never have to read, god willing. The thought of you breaking down, brand new baby girl held tightly in your arms as you read the words he poured out in moments of weakness- when he was certain he wouldn’t be able to tell you and the boys that he loves you again. You having to carry on, raising three children on your own while you grieve the loss of your husband.
He pushes the image out of his mind as ink meets paper, and he reclaims the life he signed away in his youth. A life, in turn, he can well and truly dedicate to his family.
Tapping his thumb against the steering wheel, he swears the drive home has never felt so long. Seemingly endless trees that he’s passed countless times before, blurring through the open window of his truck, until finally, he pulls into the driveway. Only grabbing his wallet, phone, and keys, John decides he’ll will bother with the rest of his things later, refusing to waste another second away from his family. Bounding up the steps, he’s just about to unlock the door when it swings open.
“Pause right there. You wash up before you came?”
John’s eyes widen before a baffled laugh falls from his lips. “Hi, mum. Yes, showered, clean clothes, I know the drill.”
“Good lad. Can’t have you gettin’ my newest grandchild sick, can I? C’mere.” She smiles, hands lifting off of her hips to invite him in for a hug. He immediately bends to her will. No matter how much a man grows, in stature or reputation, he’s never too big for his mother’s embrace.
“Let’s not forget, they’re only your grandchildren because they’re my kids.” He teases as he stands straight again. “I’ve no intention of making any of ‘em sick.”
Mrs. Price clicks her tongue and hums. “The little one is just waking up from a nap with her mum, and your boys are beside themselves waitin’ for you.” She pats his cheeks, and John smiles, amused as she leads him inside his own home.
Once inside she shoos him up the stairs, telling him to go greet the boys so she can check on you and the baby. She grabs your freshly filled water bottle and a couple extra burp cloths before heading to the main bedroom.
You are so incredibly grateful for her. You’ve never been this cared for after your other babies, which both mends and breaks your heart. You remember by this time with Charlie you already had roaming hands and burning demands breathed onto your skin, no regard or respect for your broken and healing body. And with Elliot you were already out of bed, no help with the toddler, cleaning and cooking, and in so much pain. Your stitches popped more than once, and that was the only reason you were provided a semblance of mercy. Per your doctor’s orders, William gave you the minimum six weeks before claiming you’d abandoned your duties as a wife, threatening to find someone willing to ‘help’ him. You wish you had let him.
Though, just the same as before, you still miss your mom, ache for her embrace, her voice. But your mother-in-law is filling the gap seamlessly. She truly has been a wonderful support; she was there during the labor, held your hand during the c-section, and has hardly left your side during recovery. You asked her once, in the hopeless delirium of a late night feeding, why she was so insistent on helping you, why she even cared. She looked so sad at your questions, but she simply grabbed your hand and reminded you that this is what family does. She hasn’t let you forget that since.
You asked her to help make sure you look decent when John came home, to which she insisted that you’re glowing and beautiful no matter what. John would agree, you know, but you still want to feel like a whole person, not just a hodgepodge of sutures and soreness and milk stains. So she helped you fix your hair, and helped you into a clean set of pajamas.
“All ready?” She asks as she lays the baby gently into your arms again.
“All ready,” you confirm, nearly giddy as she adjusts the pillows behind you. She gives your hand one last squeeze before going to fetch your husband.
You listen to her footsteps as she goes up the stairs, the clock ticking for all of twenty seconds, and then heavier, faster footsteps down the stairs. Giggling when you hear a small crash and a curse from the living room just before John opens the door.
“He tried to kill me. A lifetime of service, just to be done in by a hunk of plastic. Quite the shame that would be.” He tosses an action figure onto the side table, grinning as he leans down to kiss you. “Hello, m’love.”
“Hi, baby,” You mumble, smiling against his lips, relishing in the heat of his hand on your face. You shift just slightly, trying to pull him in closer with one hand, but he pulls away when the bundle in your arms coos at the movement. His eyes dart from your face to hers, a dopey grin spreading even further across his face, as if he had forgotten and was just reminded of the entire reason you’re laid up in bed.
“And, hello to you, Odette.” John whispers, using one finger to stroke her cheek and pull the swaddle blanket away from her face. “She’s beautiful. She looks just like you.”
You laugh again, “If you had said that to me a week ago, when she was still all wrinkly and fresh, I might’ve cried.”
“Shh, no, no. She’s perfect.” He finds the strength to direct his gaze off of your daughter and back to you. “You’re perfect. I’m so proud of you.” With his arm under yours, helping to support her weight, he presses another kiss to your head. “I’m sorry I missed it.”
“I know. Me too.” You sigh and shake your head, “but you’re home now. Come on and take her, will you?”
That is simultaneously the most terrifying request he has ever heard, and the words he has been waiting for his whole life. After wiping his hands down the front of his shirt, he easily scoops her up, shocked by how tiny she truly is.
“The boys told me they’ve been calling her Odie?” John keeps his voice low, cautious to not disturb the sleeping babe too much as he settles on the bed beside your legs.
“Hah, yeah. Elliot was struggling with the ‘T’ sound, so Charlie came up with a compromise.” A warm smile on your face as you crane your neck to look at her.
He hums. “I like it.”
You thought you had him memorized. Thought you knew each freckle and hair and crease upon his face. Assumed every smile, frown, and even the peaceful expression he wears in his sleep had long been ingrained in your mind, as much a part of you as the blood in your veins. But this is new. You felt it when he first walked in the room, when he kissed you, and now as he cradles his daughter. He’s always happier once he’s home, but there’s an ever-present smoky cloud just below the surface even on his best days. But, not today. No, he’s lighter, clearer today. He’s new.
John must feel you dissecting him with your eyes, because he looks up with a curious smile.
“Something’s different about you.”
“Never could get much past you, could I?” He teases but continues when you don’t respond. “I’m done, love. Officially. No more missions, deployments. No more running off in the middle of the night. It’s through.”
A million questions rise to the surface, and he is patient to answer every one. Assuring you that nothing bad happened to bring this on. That it’s not as sudden as it seems, he’s been working on it for the better part of a year, just had to get all his ducks in a row. He’s not hanging up his hat completely, will still be expected to be on base occasionally but only during business hours. He’ll always have his evenings and weekends free.
You can hardly comprehend it, but then he smiles again and tells you, “I’m home, love. For good, now.” And there’s no point in trying to hold back your emotions now, relief and joy causing tears to fall down your cheeks and a huge smile spreading across your face.
He’s really home.
You manage to pull him in for another kiss, him leaning forward but still being careful of the baby. The kiss is new too, wet with tears as many times before, but there’s less grief and more hope in the way you hold his face in your hands. There’s more joy in the way he smiles against your mouth. And though it seemed impossible, there’s more love in his eyes when he pulls away.
With your hand smoothing over his jaw one last time, you tell him you love him. So much.
John takes a breath to respond just as there’s a knock on the door, and Charlie pokes his head in, Elliot squeezing past him and climbing onto the empty side of the bed.
“Gran said the lasagna’s in the oven, and Yeti and me are wondering if we could play outside? Pleeease?” Your oldest tacks on the pleasantry with a cheesy grin, hands pulled together in front of his chest in a pleading motion.
“Yeah, I think we can do that, baby. Just give me a little bit. Go get your shoes on, and we’ll be right there.” You tell him with a smile, as Elliot lays his head on your thigh and you run your fingers through his hair. When Charlie leaves, you turn back to John, who looks concerned, almost worried. “What?”
“Are you okay? I mean, can you move?”
You don’t mean to laugh, but the questions were asked so sweetly you couldn’t help it. “Yes, I can move, with some help. Some sun will be good for the baby, and for me.”
After helping you stand, and never taking his hand off of you, he slowly helps you settle on the bench swing on the back porch, Odette placed back into your arms. The boys come running out moments later, excitedly showing their dad the new ball and mitts they got.
You watch them play catch while you rock the new baby. The door creaks behind you, and you turn to see your mother-in-law watching the scene just the same as you. You catch her eye and she smiles, coming to sit beside you.
Her cold hands grab one of yours, and you take another look around. Odette’s eyelashes fanned over her cheek, the wrinkles in Mrs. Price’s hands, your sons running and laughing with your husband. You realize that this is it. This is what you worked so hard to get. You made it through. Your boys are safe, your family is complete. You’re okay.
We made it. We’re safe.
All of us.
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A/N - I hope I tied it all together neatly and I hope it was worth the wait. I’m sorry it took so long
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