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bigassmoonchild · 7 months

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Meetings

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: When did things ever go your way? First, you nearly lost Simon. And now? You were so close to losing your family because of one stupid fucking thing. You remembered why you kept your distance.

Content Tags: Fluff, Simon being nervous, Simon being Good With Kids, Bits of Intimacy, Violence, Attacks, Fights, Braxton Hicks, Slight Awkwardness, Crying, Comfort, Kind of Hurt/Comfort, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, No Use of Y/N

A/N: I'm entirely unsure of when this series will be ended. It should be soon, unfortunately, but I would love to be able to write for more things (especially the Nine series, I've really been lacking on that). Either way, here she is! Little bit shorter, but it's okay (you'll love it).

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Simon was absolutely terrified. He wasn't entirely sure what to bring to meet your family, but you'd been antagonizing him about trying to bring a suit. 'Just be yourself,' you'd told him. And so he'd packed up a small amount of his wardrobe, some sweats and jeans, a few of his nicer shirts and pants, and a few hoodies and regular shirts.

He still wanted to bring a suit, or something similar, just in case they wanted to go out somewhere nice. He knew only what you told him about your family, about your parents. Truth be told, he wasn't sure what he'd do if your father did anything to your or his now almost-pack.

If he was truly scared, he would never tell you. The flight went alright, slight hiccups of turbulence here and there. "Let me drive us there, lovie," he whispered as you waited for your luggage. His hand was resting on the nape of your neck, rubbing against the mating gland softly.

You shook your head. "From what I've heard, you are a horrid driver. I also know how to get home, so I'll have the pleasure of driving us. Carefully," and he gave a short laugh.

Even under his balaclava, he felt rather exposed. Not knowing exactly where he was wasn't something he entirely enjoyed. He was unsure, on alert and rather nervous. He never came around this way, and it had been a long travel for the two of you. A layover or two, you'd ended up stealing his hoodie for comfort at one point (definitely not because you threw up and it got on your shirt).

That was something that helped him, though. Seeing you clearly claimed as his, scent marked and all. It was calming, made him focus on something as the two of you waded through the crowds in the airport and on your way out.

His hand rested on your leg the entire drive to the hotel, just so you could drop everything off and get fully ready for the day ahead of you. He watched, carefully, as you got dressed in a pretty little sundress and make yourself look 'nicer'.

On the ride there, you seemed antsy. Your fingers tapped quickly on the steering wheel, the foot not on the gas was tapping quickly. Your scent was mildly stressed, shifting from your normal, sweet scent to something spicier. His Alpha was bugging him, snarling some things about omega stressed and fix it.

For some time, he allowed his eyes to drift shut. You'd bugged him into wearing just a normal balaclava for this, after some discussions about whether or not he really needed to wear it in front of your family (the answer was yes, obviously).

And as the car slowed to a stop, rocking just slightly with the shift in gears to par, he opened his eyes and breathed deeply. It was a nice little house, not too big but just big enough for a family. No picket fence, he humored himself.

Opening his door, he stepped out and gave a little stretch before coming onto your side and helping you out. You pressed a little kiss against his cheek, letting him drape the jacket he was wearing around your shoulders. You gave him a little smile, and it warmed his heart just enough to shake most of the nerves away.

The front yard was filled with pups of all ages, a few of the older ones sitting on the stoop to watch them. You greeted each one, ruffling some hair and pulling them into side hugs. Simon followed quietly behind, waving a little to the older ones who gave him a strange look.

As you opened the door, a waft of slightly warm air came out. It smelled of apple pie, some stronger spices following closely. The inside looked warm, soft lights turned on in the inner most rooms, pictures hung on the walls of all different people.

Sliding his boots off, he watched as you greeted a few people looking around your age. "Simon, these are my siblings," and you smiled, eyebrows raising in a gesture to make him smile. He gave a short one, just enough for his eyes to squint. Pointing to each one, you gave him a name "Clint, Clair and Arthur," he gave a little wave.

Clair pulled you to the side, whispering quickly into your ear and glancing at Simon every few words. Clint and Arthur dragged him off to the living area, settling him down and tossing a beer into his hands.

"How d'you know her?" Clint gestured to you, walking into the kitchen with Clair and hearing a short squeal.

"Work," he answered easily. "You know what she does?" Clint shrugged and Arthur looked away.

"Just know she's doing some doctor shit," Arthur said, jaw clenching. "Didn't think it'd be military," his eyes found Simons and held the stare.

Simon looked down, not wanting to start a fight the first time he met your family. You'd kill him before any of them got to him. "She's safe," he told them. "Doesn't go on missions or anything, mostly works on the medical bay on base," he told them. Simon would never tell them exactly what happened that day, what felt like centuries ago.

He watched as the heli went down. He heard the shouts, watched as a figure struggled out of the debris and heaved a sigh of relief when your voice called over the coms.

You returned, not too much later, with what appeared to be your mother, sister and possibly father in tow. You sat between Arthur and Simon, looking over to him and giving him a soft smile.

"What is it you brought us all together for," your father huffed deeply. Your mother, in turn, smacked at his arm and threatened him to be nice. He scoffed and looked away, coughing deeply.

You glanced up at Simon one more time. "I wanted to introduce you all to Simon. We're," you paused and breathed deeply. Simons hand found your shoulder, squeezing softly.

"We're mated," he finished your sentence and everyone stared. Hard.

Clint was the first to shoot up, taking a step towards Simon before you jumped between them. Christ, if your brother tried to beat his ass you would kill him. Clint snarled at you, causing Simon to stand. He was tall, you suddenly realized. Much, much taller than Clint.

Your father finally spoke up. "Sit down, Clint," he snarled and the two men sat. "How'd this happen, girl?" You shook your head.

"Just happened," you whispered.

"And we weren't told anything? How long has this been for?"

"I don't know, maybe a year? I've been busy with work," you huffed. You could feel your heartrate rising, heart pounding in your ears before Simon chuffed against your back. You heaved a deep sigh, closing your eyes as his fingers found your wrist gland.

No one spoke for some time, you finally sat next to Simon once more.

"Well I'm happy for you," Clair spoke up. "He seems like a good, strong Alpha. As long as he makes you happy, I'm all good," and you smiled at her. Your mother, off to the side, was nodding with her. With everyone, mostly calmed, small talk began.

A few of your nieces and nephews had piled in after hearing the commotion, piled in the entryway. A few had gone up to Simon, smelling him and he allowed it. Quietly sitting there, letting the pups even climb on him to get a better scent.

"That's not all I wanted to tell you," you whispered, playing with your fingers while watching Simon carefully lower down the little one who'd climbed on him. Your father closed his eyes, leaning back. He breathed deeply, holding his breath for a few moments.

"You're pregnant," he said. "Can smell it, not too different from Arthur," and once again, Clint blew up. He leaped for Simon, snarling hard. Simon didn't move, grabbing the pup in front of him and moving the little one out of the way before Clint landed on him.

Simon didn't respond to the punches battering against him, and Arthur tugged you out of the way. He was the only other Omega, other than your mother. Your father stood, growling loudly before launching into a fit of coughs.

Clint paused, staring down at Simon. "Fucking monster, getting my sister all caught in your messy ass military shit," and you stood. Shoving Clint hard, baring your own teeth. Clint turned on you, eyes wild. He stood over you and snarled, hands moving to reach for you. Simon, at that, finally jumped.

His hands caught Clints, grasping tightly and snarling harshly at him. It quieted everyone, Clint tugging to get his hands out of Simons grasp. "Touch her and I'll break every damned bone in that hand," and Clint finally bared his neck. Submitting.

Clint had always been the big bad Alpha, taking after your father. He'd gotten into so many fights in school, you'd never even had any form of a partner. If he smelled an Alpha on you, even if it had been an accidental brush, they'd be beaten.

A cramp pulled you away from everything, your hand finding your now swelling belly as pains wracked it. A warbled groan fell from your mouth and you felt hands gently wrap around you. They lowered you onto the couch, and when you opened your eyes Simon was crouched just between your legs.

You could smell the fear in his scent, changed from the anger that had just been surrounding it. "'s nothing, Si, probably just some braxton hicks. I'll be okay," and he shook his head.

"Pain isn't normal, lovie," he whispered. "Especially not after some severe stress," he added carefully.

No one moved, just watching the two of you. You smiled carefully, pressing your hands against his cheeks. "I promise," you told him.

He nodded slowly, finally giving in. "He's a good Alpha," your mother spoke up. "I don't care if anyone else here doesn't agree," she added. Your father nodded with her statement, sitting back down and closing his eyes once more.

"Clint can leave," he said and said man scoffed. He grabbed his coat and left, slamming the door shut behind him. You looked to your father, eyes wide. "He protects you. Any good Alpha would do that, packmate or not. I am," he paused. "Accepting of this," he finally finished.

Dinner was a quiet affair. Simon kept something of his touching you the entire time, finally pulling the balaclava off of him to eat. He complimented your mothers cooking, who pushed some of it to Arthur. Simon complimented him, alongside the few pups he could recognize as his.

And as you bid your goodbyes, promising to come back tomorrow for some more talking and celebrating, you watched your father shake Simons hand. There were some whispered words between them, and when Simon came back he once more slid the jacket around your shoulders.

He opened the passenger door for you, closing it carefully and climbing into the drivers seat. The ride back was quiet, and you watched as the lights and houses passed by you. His hand rested on your thigh, your fingers wrapped around a few of his own. His thumb drummed on the steering wheel to the beat of the song, and your head rested against the window.

"That went better than I was expecting," he suddenly spoke up. You gave a wet laugh, tears suddenly brimming your eyes. His head turned to look at you quickly before going back to the road. You could feel the hot tears running down your cheeks, the car slowing to a stop as you opened your eyes.

He pulled the passenger door open, tugging you out and pulling you into his arms. Your nose pressed into his chest, sobs finally spilling out of your chest.

"I just wanted them to love you like I do," you sobbed and he hummed against you, rocking the two of you slightly. Simon pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, chuffing gently against you.

"They just need to warm up to it," he whispered. "Once they actually know me, I'm sure they'll begin to accept it more. At least your father accepted me," he added. You nodded against his chest, propping your chin against it and looking up at him. His balaclava was still off, and he gave you a little smile of his own.

His fingers wiped away your tears, allowing you to press back against his chest and breathe deeply. Your tears had stopped, but you still felt so hurt. Your own flesh and blood, and they didn't like him. Clint was supposed to be your older brother, the Alpha who protected you. Not hurt the people you loved.

Your hurt turned to anger, pulling away from Simon. "If that motherfucker touches you again, I swear to god," and he shook his head. In the dark, you couldn't see much of his face. You hoped to god that Clint hadn't left any marks, you weren't sure what you'd do if you found out he had.

"Weren't the best punches I've ever had," he told you. "I've had worse, lovie. I promise you that nothings hurt," and you nodded carefully. His hands cupped your cheeks, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips.

When he pulled back, you whined and he gave a chuckle. "I'll give you more when we get back to the hotel," he told you. You nodded, letting him slide your arms through his jacket and zip it up.

"I love you," you whispered as he opened the passenger door. He pressed another kiss against your lips, squeezing your hand.

"And I love you," he responded. Closing the door, he went around the car and got back in. You watched as the lights flashed across his face, allowing yourself to soak in how he looked.

When you got to the hotel, he opened your door for you and offered a hand. Holding it tightly, he led you to the room. When he slid the key against the door, he opened it for you and led you in by the small of your back.

Kicking the door shut, he pulled you in and kissed you once more. "Bravest little Omega I've ever met," he whispered against your lips and you laughed. "Going to protect me from all the Alphas?" And you nodded, tears of laughter brimming your eyes.

With one more kiss to your lips, he tugged you against his chest. Gently rocking you once more, your arms wrapped around him as much as they could.

"Love you so damn much, Doc," he whispered against your hair.

"'n I love you, Si,"

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faofinn · 8 months

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16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD

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After everything that had happened with Kizzy and Kieran, Tai and Harrison were just glad everyone got on. While they'd taken the news reasonably well (once Harrison had freaked out), Kizzy's parents did not. They made it clear that she wasn't welcome in their family, and that she didn't have a place in their home outside of university. Of course, the Cunningham-Cole crew refused to stand for it, immediately welcoming her into their home. Kieran had already managed to make a baby with her, so they didn't see the harm in the pair sharing a room; they were adults, after all.

The plan was for the guest room to become a nursery, until they could work out their next steps. If they were honest, Harrison was kind of hoping they'd stay around. Having the kids in the house would mean he could help them out, and he knew how stressful it was looking after a baby.

Kizzy was already seven months, struggling heavily with the pregnancy. Alfie had taken it upon himself to try and cheer her up, Eden joining the pair in the living room with a film on. She had the sick dish by her, wrapped up snugly in blankets, while the two boys lazed on the other sofa.

"I'm sick of this already." She whined, trying to get comfortable again. "Bean is kicking me to the point I'm convinced he's gonna kick a hole in me."

"Sounds like being in bed with Alfie." Eden tried to joke.

She had to laugh. "At least you can get away from him."

"Ah, that's true. But he follows me."

"Hey!" Alfie slapped him good-naturedly. "Don't be so mean."

"Yeah, you're right. It's not fair to compare Bean to you."

Kizzy's laugh was cut off by a groan, her hand protectively covering the bump. "Fuck."

"Kiz? What's wrong?" Alfie was serious, Eden already up and by her side.

She couldn't help the wave of panic. "I don't know."

Eden sat by her, rubbing her shoulder. "Was he kicking? A cramp?"

"I don't know. I, maybe it felt like a contraction? I don't know." She gratefully leaned into Eden. "It was like a stitch, but worse and everywhere."

"It's okay, you're gonna be okay." Eden soothed. "Don't worry."

Alfie spoke up from the sofa. "So, it says you've got network connectivity problems."

While Kizzy managed a smile, Eden launched a pillow at his head. "Idiot!"

"Hey!" He protested, not having moved out of the way in time.

“You deserved it!” Eden shot back.

"I was trying to help!"

“You’re so stupid, use your brain!”

"I was!"

“‘Network connectivity problems’? Really?”

"I was just reading it!"

“Didn’t actually use your brain though, did you?” He rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Kizzy. “Has it gotten any better? Worse? Ignore Alfie, you definitely picked the right twin.”

"I don't know. It stopped but then it came back, and it's gone right now."

“Maybe we should call your dad, Alfie.”

"Yeah, Okay. I'll ring him."

"I don't want to bother anyone."

“If you have pain, though…”

"Dad said you could call him whenever." Alfie added.

“It’s probably best to be on the safe side.”

"Could you call him?" Kizzy asked. She still felt like she was intruding on the family, and especially when she felt like she was causing problems.

“Yeah, of course. Alfie, can you call him? Kiz, do you want a hot water bottle or something?”

"I wouldn't say no." She gave Eden a smile. "Thank you."

Alfie was already dialling, and of course Harrison answered almost immediately. The kids knew not to call him unless it was an emergency, and with Kizzy in the household, his nerves were even more on edge.

"Bug, what's up? Who's hurt?"

“Dad.” He murmured. “It’s okay, nobody’s hurt, but Kiz is having these like weird contraction stitch things? She says it hurts on and off.”

"Ah, okay. Put her on for me?"

“Kiz, he wants to speak to you.” Alfie said, moving to pass her his phone.

She took the phone. "Thank you. Sorry for making Alfie call you, Harrison. I didn't want to bother you."

Alfie settled next to her, whilst Eden disappeared into the kitchen to make her a hot water bottle, hoping it was nothing serious and she was going to be okay.

"That's okay, don't you apologise. I'm here for whatever you need, you know that. You're family." He said, voice firm but soft. "What's been happening?"

“He’s been kicking me all morning, I’ve been feeling really crummy. Haven’t been able to get comfy, but then we were sitting on the sofa watching a film and I just got this really weird pain? Well, sort of pain, kind of like a stitch? But all over. And then it went away but then it came back again.”

"Okay. How long were they lasting for?"

“Um, not very long.”

"Half a minute? More than a minute?" He pushed gently. "Were they regular?"

“Maybe half a minute? Not really regular, the first one was longer than the second and now they’ve gone?”

He hummed. "Okay. I'd just keep an eye on it, but it sounds like braxton hicks. If they get really painful, and they become regular, then call me back, okay?"

She nodded, feeling stupid. Of course they were just braxton hicks, they’d been told about it during antenatal classes, but she didn’t expect them to feel like that. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

"Hey, no. Don't you apologise. I'm glad you called me."

“I didn’t think they’d feel like this.” She mumbled.

"That's okay. It's all new for you."

“Sorry to bother you at work.”

"It's okay, Kiz. I'd much rather you call me than worry." He said softly.

“I am sorry, though.” She said, as Eden reappeared with the hot water bottle. “Can I use a hot water bottle to help?”

"Of course, that's a really good idea." He hummed. "But Kiz?"

“Yeah?”

"Please don't apologise, don't feel bad about calling. I'll give you a call on my break, see how you're getting on, yeah? But if you need anything between now and then, either call me or get one of the boys to, okay?"

“Okay. Thank you, Harrison.”

"You're welcome. I've gotta go now, but just take it easy, try and relax, and call if you need okay? Love you all, bye."

“Yeah, I’ll call. Thank you.” She murmured, hanging up the phone and passing it back to Alfie. Eden offered her the hot water bottle and she took it gratefully, the warmth helping to ease the tightness across her belly.

"Want to lie on me? I'll play with your hair if you want, it always makes me feel better when Alfie does mine?" Eden offered.

“Are you sure?”

"Yeah, of course."

She hesitated for a moment and then nodded, settling in his lap. The change in position was nice, and she sighed, readjusting the blankets around her, the hot water bottle tucked up against her. “Thank you.”

He ran his fingers through her hair. "You're welcome."

Alfie pouted from the other sofa. "First you steal my twin, now my boyfriend. When will it stop?" He teased.

"It's payback for your answer earlier." Eden shot back, grinning.

“You can have him back later, promise.”

"It’s okay, Kiz. I'm just glad you're okay." Alfie admitted.

“Thanks. I feel like an idiot.”

"More than that one over there?" Eden tried to joke.

“Maybe not. Sounds like one of you guys need to fix the Wi-Fi.”

"Probably not him."

“Oh, true. Maybe wait for Kieran to come home for that one.”

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