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luminnara · 3 years

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alpha!erasermic x pregnant!reader | ABO fluff

Request: Hiya! i’m wondering if you can do an alpha! erasermic x pregnant! omega! reader? maybe when both alphas leave their lunch at home and she goes to bring it to them. the reader and both alphas collectively have custody of hitoshi and eri, and the reader is heavily pregnant. preferably a female reader please, and none of class 1-a have met her. this is my first time requesting stuff so i hope i did okay! 😅

You did wonderfully! I love writing cute fluffy stuff like this, and it’s my first time writing any kind of erasermic thing even though I love them so much, so hopefully I did okay! Idk where exactly this sits timeline-wise, don’t worry about it, it’s omegaverse and I can do what I want lol. I took this prompt and sort of RAN with it, too

*also Mirio has his quirk back in this because it’s fun, and the reader has kind of a dodgy past because i wanted to add a little SPICE*

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnancy, the implications of Aizawa’s scarf and all of its uses

You sighed, resting a hand on your swollen belly. “Those two...”

You had only just gotten Eri out of bed, and, upon heading into the kitchen to fix her some breakfast, you saw two lovingly-prepared bento boxes sitting on the counter. Shota and Hizashi must have forgotten them in their hurry to get to UA earlier that morning, and while you knew they could very easily grab something to eat in the cafeteria, you hated the thought of these meals going to waste.

Besides, your inner omega was a bit miffed that they hadn’t taken your home cooked food to work with them. Was Lunch Rush’s food so much better than yours that your alphas would rather eat at school? You refused to believe that, even if his quirk was cooking. There was no way that he could make your alphas a meal that could compare to the kind you always cooked for them, and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones making you extra bristly about it, but you were determined to march right on over to UA and bring them their proper lunches.

Even if you were heavily, heavily pregnant. They’d probably have something to say about you leaving the house and waddling around Musutafu with only Eri as company, but you were tough enough to fend for yourself. And besides, it was only a quick train ride to the station outside the school, and if you did get yourself into any kind of trouble, the city was chock full of pro heroes and their sidekicks, many of whom you were on a first name basis with.

“Eri!” you called, grabbing a bag to carry the boxes in. “Are you dressed yet? We’re going to visit UA!”

You could heard a thump, followed by the sound of little feet thudding as she ran to meet you. When she appeared in the doorway, her eyes were wide with excitement, her long hair falling around her shoulders messily. “Yes!”

“Go brush your hair and then we’ll go,” you laughed, ushering her towards the bathroom.

“Why are we going?” the little girl called.

“Hizashi and Shota left their lunches,” you explained. “We’re bringing them so that the food doesn’t go to waste.”

“Can we visit Deku and Togata?”

You paused to think. You hadn’t actually met any of Shota and Hizashi’s students before, your alphas always preferring that you stay home and away from the sometimes dangerous school they taught at. Well, you knew Hitoshi, of course, and since he had yet to move into the dorms on campus, he still lived at home with the rest of the family. At least he had remembered to grab his lunch. Would your adopted son be embarrassed to see you appearing at his school? Hitoshi always carried himself in a very collected manner, and the thought of being able to show up and pinch his cheeks and coo at him made you laugh.

And you knew that everyone in Class 1-A would be over the moon to see Eri. The little girl that had been rescued from Overhaul was popular amongst the young heroes-in-training, from what you’d heard, and if you were going to go all the way to UA, you’d be damned if you didn’t let her see her friends there.

“Of course we can,” you said with a smile as she came running back in, her hair significantly less tangled. “Ready?”

“Ready!” she beamed up at you.

“Do me a favor and carry this?” you offered her the tote you’d tucked the bento boxes into and she took it from you eagerly, bouncing towards the door.

You grabbed your purse, made sure your keys were inside, and followed her out, taking her free hand. Together, the two of you made your way to the nearest train station, a few neighbors waving hello as you passed. There were no villains to be seen or head of, and the pros you saw out on patrol all looked happy and relaxed. They all knew who you were, some of the betas and omegas approaching to chat about your pregnancy and ask how things were going. The alphas hung back, calling greetings or offering waves, none of them wanting to get too close to a pregnant, mated omega and risk the wrath of your alphas if their scents happened to cling to you.

The journey went smoothly, Eri sticking close to your side the entire way. You were both excited to be going to visit UA--Eri, because she would get to see Deku and Mirio, and you because you hadn’t been to the school in years--and as you stepped off the train and the gates finally came into view, you let out a happy laugh.

“Ready?” you asked Eri, leading her towards the entrance.

“Mhm!” she nodded eagerly, pulling you forward. “Let’s go! Let’s go let’s go let’s go--”

“Hang on, hang on,” you waddled after her as quickly as you could, fishing around in your purse. When you finally found what you were looking for, you pulled out an ID card, holding it up towards the sensor atop the UA Barrier gate. “You have your card?”

“Yep!” Eri said, grabbing the card hanging from the lanyard around her neck and mimicking you.

“Special ID accepted,” a robotic voice chimed. “Welcome to UA High, (y/n) and Eri.”

The gate opened and you led Eri through it, the big school looming just past it. The special ID cards you both had were a result of Shota insisting that you be able to get to UA if you ever needed to. With the upgraded security measures, and so many of the students living in the dorms, it wasn’t easy getting onto the campus without either a student or guest card. You probably technically weren’t even supposed to have one, but no one was going to argue with Aizawa and Yamada when it came to ensuring their omega would be able to get to them in case of emergency.

This wasn’t exactly an emergency, but it was still an important mission, so you had absolutely no qualms about using your special ID privileges today. You just hoped nobody else would be mad about it.

“Hey, is that Eri I see?” a voice called.

You turned to see a blond haired, blue eyed boy jogging towards you and recognized him as Togata. He was dressed in a PE uniform, and as he stopped in front of you, you could see that he was panting.

Eri immediately set the bag down and rushed toward him, running into his open arms. “Lemillion!”

Mirio laughed as he scooped her into a hug. “What are you doing here? Aizawa didn’t mention anything about a visit!”

“Aizawa forgot his lunch today,” you said, nodding towards the bag Eri had dropped. “So we thought we’d bring it and visit.”

Mirio straightened up a bit when he realized you were there. You had to be absolutely covered in your alphas’ scents, and even if they never told any of the students about you, there was no way that Mirio hadn’t figured it out by now. Besides...your bond marks were very big and very visible, one on each side of your neck just below your scent glands. There was no way Mirio didn’t know what that all added up to.

You had never officially met him, but you’d heard plenty about all of UA’s Big Three, and after he and Deku saved Eri from the Shie Hassaikai, you’d heard even more about him. He was selfless, going so far as to sacrifice his own quirk to keep Eri safe and get her away from Overhaul, and for that, you’d always feel a little indebted to him. He’d luckily been able to get it back, but Aizawa had told you that there had been a long period in which nobody was sure it could even be returned to him.

“Oh, s-sorry!” he bowed to you. “I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced! I’m Togata Mirio, I was there at the Shie Hassaikai raid--”

“I’ve heard plenty about you,” you laughed as he straightened up again. “I’m (y/n). I’m the stay at home omega that keeps Shota and Hizashi from starving all the time.”

Mirio’s laugh was probably one of the most raucously happy sounds you had ever heard. “We’re all grateful for that! As for me, personally, I’m really glad Eri has such a great mom now, too. And you’ve got more on the way!”

“Sure do,” you groaned, a hand on your lower back as you tried to lean and stretch it out some. “Due date’s in just a couple weeks. Can’t wait to get ‘em outta here.”

“Well, at least you already know how to do the parenting part!” Mirio was still all smiles as Eri grabbed for his hand and he took it, picking up the tote bag as well. “Come on, it’s my free period so I’ll take you to 1-A’s classroom.”

“Thank you, Togata,” you said, hand on your belly as you followed him into the school.

“It’s no problem!” he beamed at you over his shoulder as he led the way. “It’s almost lunch, too. Perfect timing!”

“Is it really?” you glanced up at a clock on the wall, and sure enough, it was nearly noon. “Wow. Guess we took longer than I thought. But...ugh, I didn’t bring any food for myself or Eri...”

“That’s no problem! Lunch Rush always has tons of options in the Grand Mess Hall.” at your slight glare, Mirio added, “...But I’m sure even his best cooking is no substitute for a homemade meal!”

“That’s right,” you growled, waddling along down the hall.

When the three of you reached the 1-A door, Mirio used his permeation quirk to stick his head straight through it rather than knocking, and judging by the resounding scream of surprise that nearly shattered the windows, he had scared Hizashi half to death.

Mirio pulled back and opened the door, revealing a room full of groaning students, all clutching their ears. Hizashi was the only one who seemed unbothered by the sheer volume of the scream he had let out, clutching his chest instead.

“Why can’t you knock like a normal person, dumbass?” a blond boy snarled.

“Bakugou! You shouldn’t swear in front of esteemed upperclassmen!” a black-haired boy with glasses said.

“It’s not just me you’re swearing in front of!” Mirio said, still smiling, like always. With a nod of his head, he tugged Eri into the room.

Everyone lit up, and you even caught Bakugou’s harsh expression softening some at the sight of her.

“Eri!” a freckly, green haired boy exclaimed, jumping up from his seat.

“Deku!” the little girl yelled happily, letting go of Mirio’s hand to run towards him.

You watched as he knelt down to greet her, the rest of the class all getting up, or at the very least leaning over in their seats to say hello. All except Hitoshi, who looked up, made eye contact with you, started to roll his eyes, and then sighed.

Oh, you were so going to embarrass him today.

Hizashi was still trying to catch his breath, but now, with the students all distracted by Eri, he finally had a chance to notice you. You could see his nostrils flare as he recognized your scent, his head whipping around to spot you standing there in the door.

“BABE!” he rushed toward you, pulling you into a hug.

“Hi, Hizashi,” you laughed into his shoulder, clinging to his jacket as he rubbed his scent gland over your hair.

He immediately pulled back, holding you at arm’s length as he looked you over. “What’re you doing here? Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckled. When he glanced down at your swollen belly, you added, “we’re fine.”

He let out a relieved breath. “Okay. Okay, good. Had me worried there for a sec.”

“They came to bring you lunch!” Mirio said, holding up the bag he had carried in for you. “I ran into her and Eri outside while I was out for my daily jog.”

“Togata here was very helpful,” you said. “He even carried that bag for us.”

“Gotta help everyone who needs it, whenever I can!” the teenager gave you a thumbs up.

“Thanks, Mirio.” Hizashi said, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you up against his side. “Means a lot to me that my family stays safe.”

“Family?”

You turned to see all of Class 1-A staring at you.

Hizashi cleared his throat, the sound practically echoing. “Everybody, this is my mate.”

The room suddenly erupted.

“Who is she?”

“Is she a pro?”

“Can’t believe anybody would put up with him...”

“Bakugou, quiet! Don’t be rude!”

“But, wait...” Deku said, still kneeling with Eri. “I thought Eri’s been living with Mr. Aizawa..?”

The students all glanced to each other before their eyes swiveled to you and Hizashi.

“Oh, Hizashi,” you teased. “You never told them?”

“I, uh...” a slight pink tinged his cheeks as he blushed.

Luckily, before he had the chance to stumble over his words any longer, he was saved by the appearance of a very tired, very disgruntled, Eraserhead.

“What the hell is going on and why the hell are you screaming in my classroom?” he growled from the doorway.

Hizashi turned the two of you to face him, and you saw the anger immediately drain from Aizawa’s face.

“...What are you doing here?” he asked, his bloodshot eyes full of concern. “Everything okay?”

“Hi, Papa!” Eri chimed from her spot next to Deku.

“...Hello, Eri. Why are you also here?”

“You both forgot your lunches,” you said, practically scolding them. “I worked hard on those!”

“So you came all the way here just to bring us lunch? You realize we have an entire cafeteria here, right?”

“Don’t even think about it,” you growled.

“You shouldn’t be walking across Musutafu without at least Hitoshi with you. It’s too dangerous.”

At the mention of his name, everyone’s heads swiveled to look at Shinso. He sighed, slumping back in his chair and dragging a hand down his face.

“You know, if you wouldn’t forget the lunches that I so lovingly put all that hard work into, I wouldn’t even have to go all the way across Musutafu to bring them to you.” you said haughtily, nose up in the air as you stared your alpha down. “And besides...you know better than anyone that I can take care of myself, and Eri, no matter how pregnant I am.”

Aizawa sighed. He knew there was no arguing with you when you got in a mood like this, and besides...you were already there.

And you were right.

Before he could even come up with something to say, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch, and soon, you were walking down the hall between your two alphas, Eri riding on Deku’s shoulders as Class 1-A flooded out along with you.

You ended up sitting in the mess hall with the students, sandwiched between Hizashi and Shota. Shota didn’t seem entirely pleased with it, mentioning several times that he’d much rather be in the teachers’ lounge where it was quieter, but Eri was far too happy to be with Class 1-A for him to actually tear her away from them. She was across from you, sitting next to Deku and a brown haired girl you learned was named Ochako. Mirio had left to go find his own friends, the other two members of The Big Three, and you could see him just a few tables over, laughing loudly with a blue haired girl with a boy with pointy ears looked like he was trying to will himself out of existence next to them.

“It’s so exciting that Mr. Aizawa has a whole family!” Ochako said.

“And with Present Mic, too,” Tsu, the frog girl, said from her spot next to her.

“How long have you been together?” the pink girl, Mina, asked.

“Don’t ask so many personal questions! We should respect their privacy.” Iida said, in true class rep fashion.

When Shota only offered a grunt in reply, too focused on his lunch to actually talk with his homeroom class, and with Hizashi already stuffing his face, you took it upon yourself to chat.

“Oh, I don’t mind the questions!” you said with a good natured laugh. “I met Hizashi and Shota when we all went to school together. Then we lost touch, because I...well, I sort of...chose a different life path than they did.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Hizashi slurped up his soba.

“Here.” you looked up to see Hitoshi had brought you and Eri each a tray of food, setting them down in front of the two of you.

“You’re so good to your mother,” you cooed, reaching up to grab his cheek.

He dodged you expertly, ducking out of the way and going to sit with Bakugou and his friends on Deku’s other side. You narrowed your eyes at him, making sure he knew that he couldn’t run forever, and as Denki watched the exchange, he spoke up.

“...Wait. You didn’t become a pro hero?” he asked.

“I took the hero course here at UA.” you explained, grabbing your chopsticks. “I ended up dropping out before graduation. This is actually my first time back since then.”

“So...” Deku seemed nervous. “Were you, uh...”

“A villain?” you asked.

When he nodded quickly, you laughed and offered a nod of your own.

“Yeah, I suppose I was. My quirk used to be wild, and hard to control...I got so frustrated when I wasn’t making any progress with it that I decided to just leave school. I was mad at everyone, and I fell in with people who felt the same way. One thing leads to another, and next thing you know, I’m running from the loudest, most obnoxious pro hero in the city.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Hizashi, who was doing his best not to choke on his lunch.

“And he never caught me,” you said adoringly, leaning against his shoulder.

“I never caught you on my own,” he corrected.

“Made my ears bleed a few times, I think.”

“Yes, and I don’t regret that.” he pressed a cute, fluttery little kiss against the tip of your nose. “You were absolutely going to kill me.”

“Not absolutely!” you protested.

“I had to rescue him.” Aizawa spoke up, his voice gruff and tired, like always. “Had to cancel your quirk and keep you tied down until the others could get to us.”

You smirked at your first memory of his scarf and what it could do, and as you did so, he realized that he had just admitted to tying you up with it in front of his idiot students.

“And that’s when I fell in looooove,” you grabbed his arm, batting your lashes at him obnoxiously.

“Not another word.” he growled.

The students were all staring at you with wide eyes. All except Hitoshi, who was rolling his.

“I guess you could say I was reformed,” you said, grabbing some noodles. “Then one thing led to another, and...here we are.” You patted your belly.

“That’s so romantic,” Mina sighed, leaning her chin on her hand.

“What’s your quirk?” Ochako asked.

“I could show you!” you said eagerly, moving to stand.

“Absolutely not.” Shota held onto your arm and forced you to sit down again. “You are due in two weeks. No nonsense until after the pups are born.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes now.

“Fine,” you mumbled with a sigh. “I never get to have fun anymore.”

“But pups are so exciting!” the invisible girl, Hagakure, said.

“Yeah!” Mina agreed.

Then, the rest of the girls bombarded you with questions.

“How many are you having?”

“What day are they coming?!”

“Can we meet them?”

“Mr. Aizawa, please can you bring them in to the dorms??”

“--But Mr. Aizawa, this is the safest place in Japan. There’s no way anything bad would happen to them--”

“--And besides, (y/n) has a super strong quirk, right? She said so!”

“Come on, just let us see the brats when they’re old enough to travel.”

The sound of Bakugou’s voice had everyone staring at the blond boy.

“...What?” he bristled. “It’s not like I care, I just want the girls to shut up.”

“Uh huh. Sure, Bakugou.” Kirishima snorted.

“...maybe.” Aizawa relented, eager to shut them all up.

That was enough for the girls, and they immediately began talking chattering about the cutest baby clothes, the best toys, and then the differences between their own upbringings. You enjoyed listening to them throughout the rest of lunch, and by the time the hour had ended, you were sad to be leaving.

“Hang on, hang on,” Hizashi said as you took Eri’s hand to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” you furrowed your brow. “Why?”

“We told you,” Shota said, standing with his hands in his pockets. “We don’t want you wandering around the city.”

“And I told you, I’m fine--”

“Just stay here for the rest of the day.”

“...What?”

“We’ll all go home together later.” Hizashi smiled. “You and Eri can hang out in the lounge. I bet Midnight would love to pester you about the bump, too.”

You smiled, walking towards your alphas. “Alright. Alright, yeah. That sounds nice.”

As Class 1-A lingered at the end of the hall, watching for as long as they could get away with, Denki elbowed Hitoshi in the side.

“Dude, your mom is--”

“Don’t you dare say hot.” Shinso growled.

“Actually, I was gonna say badass, but that too--”

The purple haired boy glared at him. “Shut up, Denki.”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

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You Have Me - Bakugou Katsuki

Dad!Bakugou x Babysitter!reader

Warnings: Dad!Bakugou, Fingering, 18+, Cursing, pining, cheating, daddy kink (cuz duh)

Request: Dad Bakugou in love with his babysitter. She’s younger than him but still over legal drinking age and Bakugou is not too old. I just wanna see how he’d go about this whole situation ESPECIALLY if he was already married.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“F-Faster Katsuki!” You said as Bakugou pounded into you on the kitchen island.

“Shit baby...fuck, you like that shit? Like how daddy fucks your sweet cunt?” He teased as he hit your cervix. “You gonna give me another brat? Huh? C’mon Teddy Bear I know you can do it~”

His hand traveled to your clit as he toyed with your pretty pussy. Your legs shook as he worked his magic and you clenched around his cock.

“Ohh~ ‘M gonna cum!” You cried out. Your hands clawed at Katsuki’s back as he sucked his teeth in due to the stimulating pleasure.

“Do it. Cream all over my cock baby.” You obeyed his every command as you did what you were told and spilled all over him. Your orgasm didn’t stop him as he continued to ram into you. He sped up as he chased his own release and threw his head back.

“F-Fuck! Fuck baby,” he leaned down close to your face as he used his hand to grab your chin. “I love you. You fuckin’ understand me?” He said and brought a smack to your ass. “I love you Y/N.”

His voice grew whiny as his thrust became sloppy. You both were a moaning mess until Katsuki met his climax and filled you with his release. Right as he came, his lips met yours for a rough and passionate kiss that you both desperately moaned into. He continued to slowly thrust into you to push his cum deeper inside your womb as you tugged at his hair. Your lips finally separated as Katsuki stopped his thrusts. He rested his forehead against yours as you both held heavy breaths. He grinned at your dazed eyes and grew excited. He was sure he done enough to get you pregnant. He saw your soft, angelic features and listened carefully as you began to speak.

“Katsuki...it’s time to wake up.” You said with a smile.

“Huh?” Bakugou said in confusion as he lifted his face away from yours. You sat up and shoved his shoulder as your voice began to fade out.

“Wake up! ....Wake up Katsuki. Katsuki! ....Katsuki!”

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“Katsuki! Wake up!”

The 25 year old man had his eyes shot open as he flinched the slightest bit. He awoke to his bitch of a wife smacking his upper body to get him to come to.

“Ugh, the hell do you want?” He groaned as he layed back down in bed.

“I want you to get out of bed! We’re supposed to be going to Aki’s party today! You owe me since you didn’t want to buy me those heels!” She complained. Bakugou rolled his eyes at the gold digger and shooed her away with his hand.

“Go by your damn self. I have a meeting today. I’m not going to one of your shitty friend’s stupid ass parties. And also, I don’t owe you shit. I’m not dropping three grand on a pair of heels for some bitch.” He said with his eyes still shut. He heard his wife gasp at his insults and he could already imagine her dropped jaw.

“Excuse me, but I’m not some bitch. I’m your wife-“

“Who’s a bitch.” Bakugou interrupted. He opened his piercing, crimson eyes as he watched her tilt her head to the ceiling and crossed her arms.

“Hmph! Fine then! I’ll go by myself!” She said and marched out the room and out the house. Bakugou groaned as he rolled onto his back and threw his arms over his eyes.

“Good. That’s what I wanted. Stupid bitch.” He said to no one in particular. He sighed as he held on to the memory of the sweet dream he was having before his wife had interrupted. The sweet dream of him completely indulging himself in Y/N L/N, his son’s babysitter.

Was it wrong for him to have these thoughts about Y/N while being married? Yes. But did Bakugou care? Not at all. He was so drawn to Y/N it was like love at first sight for him. Besides, he didn’t love his wife anyway. They dated for a year and the whole time, Bakugou completely hated it. Truthfully, Bakugou dated her for her looks and the sweet facade she put up, but when her true self came through, Bakugou knew he was done with her. Unfortunately, before he had the chance to break up with her, his son Katsuo, was conceived. So when the news of her pregnancy became known to him, the toxic couple decided to tie the knot and get married. What a poor decision.

Bakugou decided enough time had been spent in bed and so he got up and got ready. Once he was fresh and clean he checked the time and saw it was 8:30. He made breakfast and prepped the table. Once he was done, he walked to his son’s room to wake up the little guy.

Katsuo Bakugou. Katsuki’s precious son. Even though he wasn’t planned, Katsuki loved his dear boy regardless. It’s sad to say the same thing can’t be said with the boy’s mother. Leiko Hotashi, Katsuo’s mother, seemed to have no love for the child, or anyone other than herself and money. She complained the entire pregnancy, she didn’t smile at the first sight of him when he was born, and she didn’t bother to be around the little guy either. Katsuo basically grew up without a mother’s love but he turned out just fine because Katsuki’s love was more than enough. The constant absence of his mother didn’t bother him and the child didn’t seem to care whether she was around or not. It’s sad really, but what can you do?

Bakugou walked into the room and saw a tuff of blonde hair that resembled his own. He walked to his ‘mini me,’ and shook the 5 year old awake.

“Katsuo...wake up bud. C’mon.” Katsuki said in a surprisingly soft voice. He was greeted with a pair of red eyes that copied his own and he smiled down at his carbon copy. “C’mon bud, breakfast is ready.”

Katsuo sat up in bed and yawned as he rubbed one of his eyes with his tiny fist. Katsuki smiled at the cute sight. “G’morning dad!”

“Heh. Good morning bud now let’s. Go. We got a nice breakfast waiting for us,” Bakugou said as he picked up his son in his arms. Katsuo giggled in excitement as Katsuki walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen.

The two sat down at the island as they enjoyed their breakfast and Katsuki listened to his son babble on about nothing. It was a peaceful morning for the most part. Katsuki’s morning always consisted of his crazy wife being a nag but other than that, he enjoyed his mornings with his son.

“So, I have to go to work soon and Mom is gone, but Y/N is coming by in a bit to watch you.” Katsuki explained to the young boy who seemed to light up at the mention of your name.

“Y/N’s coming?! Yay!” The boy shouted. Katsuo loved you. You’ve been his babysitter for 2 years and you already had the child (and his father) wrapped around your finger. Without knowing it, you showered the boy in motherly love, something that he never really got to experience. As we already stated, Bakugou felt drawn to you as if it was love at first sight, but seeing the way you interacted with his son just sealed the deal for him.

The two continued their meal and when they were done, Katsuki had the child wash up and get ready for your arrival. He cleaned up in the kitchen and by the time he was done, you knocked on the door. Bakugou felt his heart race at the knowledge of your presence and before he ran to the door, he stopped infront of a mirror to check himself. He fixed his hair and adjusted his clothes to fit more comfortably and then ran to the door. Before opening it, he placed his hand on the knob, took a breath, and then pulled the door open to be blessed with the sight of your beauty. “Y/N! Hi!”

“Heh, hey Katsuki.” You said as you stood at the door with a smile. You weren’t dumb. You always noticed how nervous Bakugou was whenever you were around. His crush was a little obvious to you and even though you felt something for the handsome hero, you never made any advances for the man. He was married and had a kid! There’s no way any sort of relationship was happening. Luckily, a very flirtatious friendship blossomed between you two and you grew so close that you both reached a first name basis.

Y/N L/N. A beautiful woman at the pretty age of 23. She was not only beauty, but she was brains, strength, and grace. She was a fierce and charming lady who had poison on her tongue but a fluffy heart of gold. The lot of you may be thinking that a 23 year old woman should be doing more than babysitting, but Y/N is still fairly young. And besides, babysitting was just a side gig. You had an actual career and owned your own dance studio but ever since you met the Bakugous, you just couldn’t give up on the little job.

“...Umm...Katsuki. Are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna let me in?” You said with a chuckle. Bakugou embarrassingly snapped out of his trance before speaking.

“Right! Uh, come in,” he said and stepped aside for you to enter. You nodded with a smile and walked into the large home, took a seat on the soft couch and you waited for Katsuo to come down. In the meantime, Katsuki always took the opportunity to make small talk with you.

“So..how’ve you been? It’s been awhile since you came over to watch Katsuo.” Katsuki said as he took a seat that was pretty close to you.

“Yeah, sorry about that. The studio’s just been pretty hectic with more clients coming in. Even before I came here, I dropped off some choreography for a heels class that I’m teaching tonight.” You said. The mention of your upcoming class made Katsuki a little excited. Your studio commonly filmed classes to post online for publicity and when Katsuki found videos of you dancing/teaching a heels class, he couldn’t help but constantly admire the view.

“Still coulda’ came by to at least say hi or something,” he said with a gruff but obvious sarcastic voice. “S’been forever since I- I mean since Katsuo saw you.”

“Relax dummy,” you said with a giggle as you playfully slapped his arm. “I’ve only been gone a week.”

Bakugou pretended to be in pain as he placed a hand over his chest, slumped in his seat, and scrunched his face. “Ouch. Don’t remind me. Like I said, it’s been forever.”

You both laughed at his little joke as he sat up straight again. You looked around the house and after seeing a few family pictures hanging, you decided to bring up another topic. “So..where’s the Mrs.?”

“Tch. She’s out at some random party.” He said as he stretched out his neck. You raised your brow and smirked at his answer.

“Oh? Is somebody upset he got left behind?” You teased which made Bakugou cackle a bit.

“Yeah right! Like I care about that nag. She could leave for an eternity and I wouldn’t care and neither would the kid. Besides, it’d just give me the opportunity to get a little closer to you.” He said as he leaned in a little closer and you did the same.

“Oh really?” You said with a smile.

“Really.” He replied back with a face that mimicked your own. Soon enough, his hand found a place on your inner thigh and gave it a squeeze. Your lips slightly separated with a tiny gasp and Bakugou definitely took notice of that. Things would’ve continued if it wasn’t for the sudden voice of a child.

“Y/N!” Katsuo said in excitement as he took notice of you on the couch. You and Bakugou jumped and quickly separated before the child could even get an idea of what was about to happen. You were quick to stand and greet the small boy as you crouched down to his level and gave him a hug.

“Hi Katsuo!” You said with your award winning smile. Katsuki watched from the couch as Katsuo went on and on about all the things he wanted to do today and the only thing that appeared in his head was a new family picture but with you in it instead of Leiko.

“Alright bud,” Bakugou said as he got up from the couch, walking to the two. “I gotta get to work but enjoy your day with Y/N, okay? And be good.” Bakugou said as he ruffled his boy’s blonde hair.

“I’m always good, dad!” The boy pouted as he swatted away his father’s hand. You laughed at their interaction and Bakugou chuckled before kissing the crown of his son’s head and walking to the front door.

“Bye Katsuo!” He said from the exit. You walked him to the exit and before he left he turned to you. He checked to make sure his son wasn’t watching before making his move. He grabbed your chin with his fingers to make you face him and softly spoke. “And I’ll see you later tonight, beautiful.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes at his compliment then said your thanks. You expected him to leave after that and so you tried to walk back to Katsuo but before you could, Katsuki pulled your wrist, grabbed your chin again, and pecked your cheek before exiting and slamming the door shut. You stood with a shocked expression as you felt blood rush to your cheeks.

Although you knew you felt something special for Katsuki, you knew he was married. And you weren’t no homewrecker! Even though some may see it as a harmless little peck on the cheek, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for his growing affections towards you. You sighed a bit before calming down and walking to the blonde boy waiting for you in the living room. You were going to enjoy your time with Katsuo but the return of his father stirred up a little confusion in your chest.

—

Hours passed. When you arrived it was 9:30 a.m. Now, it’s 10:00 p.m., and you expected Bakugou to be home soon. You didn’t really expect to see Leiko. Whenever Katsuki mentioned she was out partying, she never came back while you were around. It’s not that she was purposely avoiding you, she just tend to stay out into late hours of the night.

Katsuo was supposed to be in bed half an hour ago but his puppy eyes got the best of you and so you stayed up an extra hour to watch a quick movie with him. In the middle of the screening, he fell asleep on you and so you turned off the T.V and carried him to bed. After tucking him in, you walked away but felt a tug on your arm. Your turned to see Katsuo with sleepy eyes staring up at you. “Yes Katsuo?”

“Sing me to sleep again. Please Y/N,” the sweet boy asked. You smiled down at him and nodded. You took a seat on his bed side as you ran your fingers through his soft, spiked, blonde hair and sang.

As you sung Katsuo to sleep, you didn’t even notice the front door opening. Katsuki walked in feeling a little excited to see Y/N again but when he walked through the door he heard an angelic voice. He placed his bag down and followed the sound into his son’s room. Once he made it there, he stood in the doorway and listened to your voice and watched as you sung his child to sleep.

Your calming voice sent a blush to Katsuki’s face as he smiled and watched. Your voice was like honey. Smooth and sweet. The way you took care of Katsuo filled Katsuki with a type of happiness he never experienced before. He notice you ran your fingers through his son’s hair and Katsuki couldn’t help but feel a little envious of his own child.

“Don’t go away, stay another day~”

You finished the song and smiled as you saw Katsuo finally asleep. You leaned down and pecked his forehead before getting up to leave his room. As you looked towards the doorway, you jumped at the sight of Katsuki’s tall figure leaning against the frame.

“Katsuki, hey. I didn’t even realize you came home. How was work?” You asked. Your question made Katsuki smile, as it was similar to something a wife would ask her husband after a long day. It was something Katsuki never got to experience, even though he was already married. He smiled at you with kind eyes before tilting his head to signal you to follow him. You smiled softly and nodded as you followed Katsuki down the stairs.

—

For the past hour you and Katsuki had been laughing and talking. You followed Katsuki into the kitchen where he made you both some tea where you then both found seats in the living room. There, you talked some more and you both enjoyed the private company. Eventually, Katsuki grew bold and walked back into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Heh, real smooth Romeo.” You teased and Bakugou chuckled as he rolled his eyes as sat down. You both picked up another conversation and eventually reached your second glass.

“Thanks for always taking care of Katsuo the way you do, Y/N.” Bakugou said with a slight blush. And it wasn’t just the alcohol causing it.

“What do you mean?” You asked, your face holding a similar blush for the same reasons. Safe to say you were both a little tipsy tonight. Not drunk but filled with a little liquid courage.

“I don’t know..like a mom?” His words caught your attention and your gaze encouraged him to continue. “Katsuo..doesn’t have the greatest mom in the world. I think everybody knows that. Honestly, if she wasn’t around at all, Katsuo wouldn’t even know the difference. But you? You’re like the mother he never got....the mother he should’ve got.”

You felt a growing heat flow in your face and you smiled at the sweet compliment. You can’t lie, sometimes you did see Katsuo as your son. You didn’t have kids but you always wanted some. Having Katsuo around was like having a son of your own. “Awe, thanks Katsuki.”

“You shouldn’t thank me, it’s just insane how you’re the actual definition of perfect.” He said before taking a sip of wine.

“Stop it,” you said and playfully hit his arm again. You both put your glasses down and he laughed a bit before continuing.

“No, I’m serious. I mean, c’mon you’re beautiful, smart, kind, sassy,” he began.

“Yeah..and,” you said as you both began to face each other.

“You’re great with kids, you’re good at everything, you have a steady career, you have a passion,” he continued.

“Mhmm..” you said while smiling at his words. You shuffled a little bit closer to him on the couch and Bakugou smiled when he noticed.

“...You’re perfect Y/N.” He focused his gaze on you as he became entranced with your E/C eyes. He leaned in close and you did the same. “...You’re the perfect one for me.”

At those words, you both closed the gap between you two and kissed. Your lips were pressed together for a few seconds before you both pulled away for the same amount of time. During that time, Bakugou kept his lips hovering over yours before pecking your lips a few times and then giving you a real, passionate kiss. Due to the small amount of alcohol in your system you happily returned it. Your hands found way into his hair and his found home on your waist. When you took a small breath, Bakugou slipped his tongue in and you both fought for dominance. In the heat of the moment, Bakugou carried you to sit on his lap and you followed his lead. Your tongues continued to tangle as Bakugou’s hands caressed your body.

They moved down to the hill of your ass and gave it a firm squeeze. You moaned into the kiss and it was music to his ears. Almost as good as the sweet lullaby you sang an hour ago. Soon enough, his hands traveled under your shirt and bra to fondle your plush breast. This made you let go of the kiss and throw your head back as you released soft moans. Bakugou didn’t stop and went into kiss your neck. He left sweet pecks before he left a few hickeys. His mouth moved around your neck before he found your sweet spot, earning a needy sound from you. Bakugou began nipping at the spot and licking the soft skin. His actions caused your hands to tug at his hair and made your hips naturally grind against his center. This made Bakugou groan as he gently layed you on your back on the couch. His body found way in between your legs as he separated from your neck and took notice of your flushed face. He smirked at the sight and his eyes traveled to your shirt, where his hands were hidden under. Deciding to change that, his hands left your valley of breast to push your shirt and bra up to expose your chest.

“Beautiful...” was what he whispered before going in to take one of your mounds in his mouth. You gasped and squealed at the sensation of his mouth covering one breast and his hand massaging the other. Bakugou continued to mark up your chest, leaving love bites and bruises all over.

“Ngh...Katsuki..” you whined. Both your centers began to grind against each other as the two of you were pretty much dry humping one another. Bakugou bit at your nipple, causing you to squirm.

“Easy Princess, I got you. Daddy’s got you, Love.” He said as he used both hands to rub soothing motions into your bare waist. You settled as Katsuki kissed a trail back up to your neck and whispered into your ear. “I’m gonna take such good care of you tonight, Y/N.”

His hand glided off your chest, down your stomach and down your pants. His movements had the wetness between your legs growing and his husky voice definitely didn’t calm it down. His hands slid into your panties and his finger took a swipe at your slick.

“So wet...and it’s all for me..right baby?” He smirked against your cheek.

“Y-Yes Katsuki!” You said as you attempted to grind against his hand before Katsuki pulled it away.

“Try again,” he said with a seductive tone. You were confused on what he meant but you were growing so desperate for a touch. His touch. So your mind began to scramble and think. Master? No. Sir? No. Senpai? Hell no.

“..Daddy.” You softly said. You watched as Bakugou’s smirk grew before he kissed your cheek in approval.

“Good girl.” His finger soon returned to your center and after running it up and down a few times, he slowly pushed two in. You gasped at his thick length as Bakugou pumped his hand in and out of you. Wanting to test the waters a bit more, he slid in a third finger as he picked up the speed a bit.

“O-Oh my god!” Your hips began to grind against his hand and Bakugou curled his fingers. “Fuck!”

“Feel good, baby?” Bakugou asked as he began to grind against the underside of your thigh. Your lower body began to slightly shake as his fingers reached a sensitive spot.

“Yes Daddy!” You cried out. You felt the coil in your stomach tightening, signaling a familiar sensation to almost be reached. Growing more riled up and wanting more room on the couch, Bakugou began to throw the decor pillows off the couch. The pillows flew around the living room knocking a few things over, including the family picture. The sound reached your ears and the sight of the broken frame snapped you out of your pleasured state. Your eyes grew wide as you finally came to and realized what you were doing. “Ngh, no!”

You pushed Katsuki off of you and pulled your shirt back down to cover yourself back up. Bakugou looked at you in shock and confusion as he watched you sit up and settle down. “Y/N...?”

Your hands covered your face for a second before rubbing at your temples for a bit. “No, I- ..*sigh* I’m so sorry Katsuki.”

“Uh..no..I-..I guess that was my fault. I’m sorry I just...”

“Ugh..no. Katsuki it’s not that.”

“I just thought you..felt the same way,” he said as he sat back and rubbed the back of his neck.

“No, Katsuki I do, really, it’s just...”

“So then..why’d you stop?” He asked as he looked at you with a nervous and awkward smile.

“Katsuki..you’re married. I’m sorry, I really like you but..I just can’t bring myself to come onto someone who is already in a relationship.” You explained.

‘Wow. She really is a perfect person,’ Bakugou thought to himself. “Y/N, if that’s the problem then don’t worry about it. I don’t even love Leiko, much less like that bitch.” Bakugou moved in to wrap his arm around your waist but you pushed it away.

“So then why are you still with her?” You asked. Katsuki smirked at your words and laughed a little.

“S’a good question,” he said. Right after those words left his mouth, keys could be heard opening the door and in came the bitch herself.

“What’s a good question?” Leiko said as she looked around. She took notice of yours and Katsuki’s presence on the couch, along with the bottle of wine and empty, used glasses. “Well? Is somebody going to explain? What was the question?” Leiko asked as she walked into the house, closing the front door.

Bakugou smiled at you with full eye contact before standing up and facing his wife. “Why am I still with you?”

Leiko raised a brow at the question and her anger began to boil. “What?” She sternly asked.

“Why am I still with you? I don’t love you, I don’t like you, I only stayed with you because we had Katsuo, our child which you don’t even love. In fact, the only thing you do love is my money, or more so, money in general, and yourself. You’re a conceited ass bitch who’s just taking up space in my life. You’re suffocating Katsuo and I by just existing and you’re holding the title of my wife, a title that Y/N should have. So why the fuck am I still with you?” Bakugou said with a stern voice.

“You-...You’re with me because I’m the mother of your child.” Leiko said with hesitation in her voice.

“Are you? Because you’re never around to be a mother for him. Katsuo doesn’t even care whether you’re here or not. Your presence in the house doesn’t make a damn difference. If anything, Y/N’s more of a mother to Katsuo than you.” Bakugou replied.

You grew uncomfortable with the situation and made an attempt to leave. “Umm..I think I should go-“

“No,” Bakugou began. “You’re staying. I want you to see this thing through to the end, beautiful.”

“Beautiful?! The only woman you should be calling beautiful is your wife Katsuki!” Leiko complained. “Not that slut!”

Now you were a uncomfortable but you were not no slut and you definitely didn’t take shit from nobody. “Excuse me?” You said with attitude but before you could continue, Bakugou intervened.

“Call her a slut again and I’ll blow your ass to bits. Let’s not forget, you had the title of a whore before being called my wife.” Bakugou said with the intent to cause pain.

“Well I may have been a whore but at least I never cheated, which is what I’m sure you were planning on doing with her if I hadn’t come home.” Leiko said.

“You’re damn right I was! Lucky for you, Y/N’s a good person so nothing actually went down but if she gave me the chance, please fucking believe I’d take it in a heartbeat. Matter of fact, if she gave me the chance to wife her up and make her Katsuo’s new mom I’d do that in a heartbeat too.” Bakugou said while looking at you. You felt your heart speed up a little due to his confession but you turned your head to the side to hide your growing blush. Bakugou smirked at the sight before Leiko interrupted.

“What the hell are you trying to say?!” Leiko asked with anger.

“I’m saying I don’t love or like you and I never did! And after 2 years of getting to know Y/N after falling for her at first sight, I can finally fucking say that I’m in love with somebody and it’s her!” Bakugou turned to face you as his wife’s jaw dropped. “Y/N, I’m fucking in love with you. Alright? I have been for the past 2 years already, ever since I met you. And to the bitch behind me,” Bakugou said and turned to face Leiko. “If it wasn’t already obvious, we’re getting a divorce.”

Leiko was fuming as her face grew red with anger. She began laughing in disbelief. “Hah, fine! Fine whatever! Like I give a fuck! Y/N you can have him and the damn kid! I never wanted him anyway! The damn brat just gave me an excuse to keep Bakugou’s fat wallet around. But when you come crawling back, don’t expect me to say yes Katsuki!”

“Well don’t expect me to come crawling back, ‘cause if I’m able to get Y/N to give me a chance, then I won’t be needing anyone else except for her and my son. You can get the fuck out now. I’ll send you your shit and the divorce papers to wherever the fuck you decide to stay.” Bakugou said as he gestured to the door. Leiko screamed some more nonsense that nobody payed attention to and finally walked out the door and slammed it shut.

Silence rang throughout the house for a few minutes after the official split between the toxic couple. Bakugou turned to face you with a small smile as he stood infront of you.

“Well?” He asked.

“Heh, well what?” You asked with a laugh.

“I uh..heh, it wasn’t the way I wanted to tell you but I got my confession out...” Bakugou took a seat next to you and took hold of your hand. He brought it up to his lips, placing a peck to your knuckles before speaking. “..I love you Y/N. I know I do..and I know this might be a bad time to ask considering what just went down-“

“Uh, yeah. A really bad time,” you said with a little giggle.

“Right but umm..do you...how do you feel about me?” He asked with a nervous pulse beating throughout his body. He had to know. Do you love him just for his looks? Did you just want to fuck? Did you actually feel something towards him?

You smiled before using your other hand to grab hold of Katsuki’s shoulder and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. Katsuki’s body jumped in excitement but his hands were quick to hold onto your waist. This kiss was sweet and loving and lasted for some time before you pulled back. You smiled at the blonde as he looked at you with anticipating eyes.

“I love you too Katsuki.” Before you could even process anything, Katsuki had already pounced on you and pinned you to the couch in a hug. He had his arms wrapped around your waist as he tucked his head in the crevasse of your neck.

“God, I’ve been waiting years to hear you say those words.” Bakugou said before he began covering your face in thousands of loving kissed. You giggled at the ticklish and loving feeling and just smiled as you allowed Katsuki to show you his love.

—

Time passed and you and Katsuki stayed cuddled up on the couch. Nothing sexual, nothing nasty, just pure love induced cuddle time. Eventually, the late hours of the night exposed themselves and so you had to go.

“Katsuki, get up,” you said in a soft voice.

“No.” You laughed at his quick reply and began to push at his body to get him off.

“C’mon Katsuki seriously. I have to go home!” You said with another laugh.

“No. Katsuo and I are your new home.” He said, making his body become dead weight to stop you from going.

“Oof! Katsuki!! C’mon!” You whined out with a chuckle. Katsuki laughed with you but you kept trying. “You both are my new home, but my old home has comfy pjs for me to sleep in.”

“I can give you one of my shirts to sleep in. You’d look so amazing in them, princess.” He said with a smile as he imagined how you’d look prancing around in his clothes. It wasn’t the first time he thought about it but just knowing it was so close to becoming true sent butterflies all over his body.

“C’mon Katsuki. You already made me miss my class, the least you could do is let me go back to my apartment.” You said. Bakugou raised his head to look at you with a grin plastered on his face.

“You stayed on your own free will. S’not my fault you love talking to me. Let’s not forget what happened after our long talk too,” Bakugou said, hinting at your scandalous acts with him before you stopped anything else from happening. You rolled your eyes at his words before he spoke up again. “Matter of fact, maybe we should pick up where we left off,” he said and began kissing your cheek.

“Noooo, Katsuki, seriously. I’m tired, I just want to sleep.” You said with a smile.

“So sleep here,” he bargained. You looked at him with a raised brow, silently asking him to go on. “I was serious about having you stay over. You can sleep in my shirt and we can both fall asleep in the guest room.”

“Both of us in the guest room?” You questioned.

“Yeah. I’d let you sleep in my room but I’m not letting that bitch’s leftover presence contaminate you.” You laughed at his insults but allowed him to continue. “And yes both of us. I’m not going to sleep without my princess in my arms.”

You couldn’t lie, the sound of falling asleep in Katsuki’s arms in his clothes was pretty tempting. After taking a look at Katsuki and seeing the same puppy eyes that Katsuo was able to persuade you with, you gave in.

“Fine.”

“Yes!” Bakugou said with a fist in the air as he cuddled in closer.

—

Bakugou finally let you go and allowed you to take a shower. While you were in there, he took a quick drive to the corner store and bought some compression shorts for you. When he returned he left one of his shirts and a pair of the compression shorts for you on the guest bed as he went to get ready for bed in his own room. You walked into the guest room and saw the shorts and shirt and put them on. You looked in the mirror and noticed the shorts weren’t even noticeable considering their tiny length and the large size of Katsuki’s shirt. While staring at yourself, Katsuki walked in wearing nothing but gray sweats. He took a glance at you and was drooling over your body in his clothes.

“...Wow,” he whispered but you heard. You turned to face him and smiled. You walked to him and wrapped you arms around his neck.

“Hey Suki, ready for bed?” You said. Bakugou smiled at the new name as a small blush dusted over his cheeks.

“Suki?”

“New name for you. Like it?” You asked.

“Love it.” He said and pecked your lips before picking you up and carrying you to the bed. He dropped you onto the soft mattress and flopped on top of you. You both laughed a little before getting under the blankets and cuddling up against each other again.

Time passed and Katsuki felt at peace finally with you in his arms. Like the missing part of him was finally filled in. You were so happy and felt so loved in the safety of his arms. Staying the night was definitely worth it.

“I’m so glad Y/N. I love you so much and I’ve wanted you for so long.” He said with your head tucked under his chin. You smiled at his words and nuzzled into his chest.

“Well congrats Katsuki. ‘Cause now, you have me.” Katsuki kissed the crown of your head before falling asleep. And when he woke up that morning to find you in the kitchen with Katsuo on your hip as you made breakfast, he smiled with a full heart as he walked to you both and remembered your words.

“You have me.”

A/N: Hey y’all, for a better experience with the story, I do recommend clicking the link where Y/N sang to Katsuo. I put two links in the story. The heels class and Y/N’s singing, (which is from Rio 2, Jewel’s lullaby) Don’t judge me, that’s the best lullaby ever😂 If you don’t know what a heels class is in dancing, it is basically...dancing with heels😂 Umm...yeah. THE ENDING IS SO RUSHED, IM SO SORRY!

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When I Needed You Most (4) K. Bakugo

CW: idk lmk

note: i’m really enjoying writing this☺️ and I forgot to mention in the first part, this is fem!reader fic. Idk the pairing quite yet. It’s a Bakugo fic, but idk who [y/n] is ending up with quite yet lol.

Having to explain to her mother why she has dropped out of school and is moving back in, wasn’t exactly the easiest thing either.

She felt weird just barging in, so instead she knocked. Shuffling is heard on the other side of the door before Inko answers. “Izuku! [Y/n]! What a surprise! Come on in!” their mother exclaims, stepping aside and allowing the twins to enter the apartment. “What brings you guys home today? It’s the middle of the week.”

“I dropped out,” [y/n] blurts, not exactly meaning to.

Izuku looks at her wide eyed, mirroring their mother. “What do you mean you dropped out? Why on earth would you drop out? You’ve always dreamed of becoming a Hero,” Inko presses.

“I’m pregnant, Mama,” she hangs her head. “So I couldn’t stay in school; not only for the baby’s health, but to keep UA’s reputation on point.” she says, her arms wrapped around her stomach.

“You’re pregnant?” Inko approaches her daughter.

“Mhm,” [y/n] nods.

“Is Katsuki the father?”

“Mhm.”

“Where is he?” Inko looks around for Katsuki.

“We broke up, Mama. He left me when he found out,” her eyes tear up at the memory of Bakugo yelling at her.

“Oh, honey,” Inko pulls [y/n] into a hug. “You still have Izuku and I,” she says.

“Yeah, I know. Bakugo and I talked though,” she says once they pull away.

“You did?” Izuku looks at his sister in confusion.

“Yeah. He apologized for everything he said, he told me he regretted everything.” [y/n] explains.

“That doesn’t make it right,” says Izuku.

“He knows that. He said we’re better off apart, but he wants to be in the baby’s life.”

“But Kacchan hates kids,” Izuku says in disbelief.

“I guess when it’s his kid, it’s different.” [y/n] shrugs. “Oh I almost forgot!” she smacks her forehead. “Kirishima!” she walks out the door and approaches the car.

“I was beginning to think you forgot about me,” he chuckles as he exits the drivers side.

“How could I forget about the one who drove us here?” she chuckles in return.

“Do I get an introduction?” Inko questions from the doorway.

“Mama, this is-”

“Hi, Mrs. Midoriya!” Kirishima approaches Inko. “I’m Eijiro Kirishima, nice to meet you,” he puts his hand out.

She shakes his hand with a smile on her face. “Please, call me Inko! Mrs. Midoriya makes me feel old.” she says kindly.

“Well it is very nice to meet you, Inko,” Kirishima nods.

“What is your relation to my daughter?” Inko crosses her arms.

“He’s just a friend, Mama,” [y/n] says, grabbing a box out of the back of Kirishima’s car.

Kirishima couldn’t help but frown at the title ‘just a friend’, but quickly recovered and rushed over to [y/n]’s side. “I told you I got the boxes, you shouldn’t be heavy lifting,” he says, taking the box out of her hands.

“Thank you, Kiri,” she smiles up at him, making his heart flutter.

“Your room is untouched,” says Inko as [Y/n] and Kirishima pass by and enter the apartment.

“Thanks, Mama,” [y/n] says, leading Kirishima back to her room.

“You can just put that box on the bed,” [Y/n] points to the twin sized bed in the corner of the room.

“Damn,” says Kirishima. “Your room is adorable. Like I’d expect,” he smiles at her, placing the box on the bed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She chuckles.

“A cute room for a cute girl,” he clarifies.

“Kiri,” —she giggles— “are you hitting on me?”

“No! I mean, yeah! But no,” he says, shaking his head and his hands.

“You confused me,” [y/n] looks at him with a confusion filled face.

“I confused myself,” he chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well you shouldn’t be hitting on her this soon after her breakup.” their heads snap in the direction of the doorway.

“Bakugo?” they say in unison as they see the ash blond leaning against the door frame, his hands holding a box as he watches the two.

“In the flesh,” he grins, making his way towards her bed and placing the box next to the one Kirishima places.

“What are you doing here?” [Y/n] questions.

“I wanted to help,” he shrugs.

[Y/n] looks at him in confusion. “Why?”

“It’s my fault you had to drop out of school. So why not help you move out of the dorms?”

“Bakugo, it’s not just your fault. It was a two person job,” she chuckles.

“Yeah, I know.” he shrugs once more. “I also feel bad for being such a dick,” he hangs his hand, his hands in his pockets. “Plus, Mr. Aizawa might have made me make sure you guys got here safely.” he says quietly.

“Why would Mr. Aizawa make you follow us?” Kirishima questions.

“He’s just worried is all. He’s confused as to why [Y/n] dropped out when she’s one of the strongest out of all of us in class A. His words, not mine,” he puts his hands up in mock surrender, causing [y/n] to giggle.

“You mean he doesn’t know why you dropped out?” Kirishima looks at her with furrowed brows.

“No one does. When I dropped out, Nezu questioned why, I just said personal reasons. He didn’t question any further. I don’t exactly want my teachers knowing about my sex life. Y’know?” she shrugs.

“[Y/n], Mr. Aizawa literally scolded us for being so loud one weekend. I think it’s safe to say, he knows we have sex.” Bakugo laughs.

“I try to block that out,” she laughs with him.

Kirishima looks back and forth between the two, confused as to how they’re both so chill after how they ended things.

“What’d I miss?” Izuku questions, entering the room with a box in his hands.

“Nothing,” [Y/n] laughs.

“That was the last box,” Izuku says, smiling as he places it on the bed.

“You only have three boxes?” Bakugo questions.

“Yeah. I didn’t bring that much to the dorms in the first place,” she smiles.

The four of them unpack the boxes, Bakugo taking the time to admire the fact that [Y/n] kept their photos after what he did.

“You okay, Kacchan?” Izuku questions.

“Yeah,” he shakes his head to free himself of his thoughts. “I’m fine.”

He watches as Kirishima and [Y/n] laugh and joke around the way him and [y/n] used to before they got together.

He couldn’t help the jealousy that started to run through his veins at the thought of his best friend dating his [y/n].

But then he remembers: he dumped her, and he’ll never get her back.

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mythiccheroacademia · 3 years

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—lunch box

A/N: just another cute idea i had because i’m obsessed with barbarian/dragon king!bakugo and fantasy shit in general. some context: you and bakugo are betrothed—although, sometimes you wish you weren’t bc he can be a real asshole. luckily for you, he’s willing to work on it bc he likes loves you just that much. a litte angst (it wouldn’t be a mtha story without it) but it ends in fluff <3

Warnings: cursing

Your friends looked at their food with heart eyes and dug into the neatly wrapped box with fever.

“Ahh! Thank you for making this, Y/N!” one of them exclaimed. The other could only nod in agreement, too into your cooking to speak.

You smiled and waved them off. “It was nothing. Consider it a thank you for letting me copy the homework last night,” you chuckled.

“Did you cook one for Prince Bakugo? I’d imagine he’d love it! If there’s anyone’s cooking he loves more than his own, it’s yours!”

At the mention of his name, your expression fell. You looked down at the case of food you had prepared for him as an apology.

Four days ago, you two were hanging around his residence. You managed to get him to dance around with you. Well, it more like you were dancing and he was doing his best not to combust in embarrassment. Katsuki warned you that you shouldn’t be too reckless otherwise you’d break something.

Of course, you paid him no mind, too enthralled with your fun to notice your proximity to a nearby statue—one of the Bakugo family’s treasures.

One thing led to another, and you knocked it over, shattering it before either of you could even react. Your rich skin lost its glow and your boyfriend cursed something nasty.

Least to say, his parents were not happy. But instead of being rightfully scolded, Bakugo had taken the blame for it.

They found him attempting to clean it up and assumed it was his fault. You wanted to correct them, but he threw you a nasty glare, sealing your mouth shut. He was now under punishment until they deemed fit and from then on, he hadn't spoken a friendly word to you.

A little sigh escaped your lips. Your two friends looked at each other before offering you encouraging smiles.

“Hey,” one spoke, placing a hand on your knee. You met her gaze. “You should go give it to him. He’d love it.”

There was a moment of silence before you decided to act. Taking the spur of confidence, you stood up and briskly made your way to the other classroom. Just before you entered, you heard his voice and felt your heart waver with anxiousness.

However, now wasn’t the time to let doubt consume you. Things wouldn’t get better until something was done.

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves, before opening the door and walking in. Your eyes scanned the room and found the young dragon prince amongst his group of friends.

Jaw set, you walked over to them, hands firmly around the packaged food.

Kirishima saw you first and gave you a friendly wave.

“Hey Princess L/N!”

“Hi boys! How’re ya doing?” you politely asked, putting on your best smile.

They gave you an upbeat answer that lifted your spirits.

Despite that, you hadn't heard a response from Bakugo. In fact, he hadn't even looked at you—but you wouldn’t be disheartened. You fueled herself with faux confidence and held out the dish to your betrothed.

“I-I made you something small yesterday, as an apology,” you stuttered.

Katsuki finally looked up, indifference in his stare. Ruby eyes flickered down to the box filled with rice, chicken, vegetables, and a small pastry on the side. His favorite kind. For a moment, he seemed like considered your offer, but you suffered the low blow of humiliation when he turned away to look through the window.

“Thanks, but I’ve already eaten. Should’ve given it to me earlier.”

Something in your stomach fell. Crushing rejection blossomed up your throat with each passing second. His words were cold, harsh, and unforgiving. It might’ve been stupid, overdramatic even, but it hurt.

Heartbroken wasn’t even the word.

Your nose burned, eyes blurring before you could stop it. Your chest tightened with embarrassment. Luckily, you mustered enough strength to hold in whatever was threatening to crumble you.

“Oh,” you dumbly responded.

“I’ll take it!” Kaminari excitedly said.

“No, I will! I’m still starving!” Kirishima chided.

You placed the box down, struggling to keep up your act.

“Split it between the both of you. I hope it’s good!” You internally winced over how high your voice had become. “I’m gonna to get going now. I’ll see you guys after school, yeah?”

And before anything else was said, you bolted straight out of the room. You hadn’t bothered to look at Katsuki. Knowing him, he probably hadn't noticed the strain in your voice.

As soon as you were out of sight, the tears flooded. You held your hands against your mouth, desperate to muffle your cries. You quickly took you into the nearest bathroom and you prayed no one had seen you lest there be questions. If you went to your friends, it’d cause a commotion. Your parents would eventually find out and you didn’t want any more problems.

So, you cried your eyes raw and eventually willed yourself to stop when it was time to return to class.

…

The week had gone by without another interaction. The weekend brought you some relief since you wouldn’t be forced to see Katsuki’s face for the time being. Or so you thought.

All you wanted to do was run some errands for your parents and then go back home and continue sulking. Yet the universe would not let you rest.

The moment you caught Bakugo’s eyes, you pivoted on your heel and booked it the other way. You assumed his anger with you would force him to keep his distance.

But you were thoroughly surprised to find he was following after you.

“Y/N,” he called.

Irritation and hurt filled your chest. You only walked faster, clutching the purse against her chest.

“Y/N, stop,” he demanded to which you promptly ignored.

This went on for a good thirty seconds until Bakugo decided he had enough. Without much noise, he ran up to you, grabbing you by the shoulder.

You weren’t having it.

You harshly shrugged off his hand. “Don’t touch me,” you snapped, keeping your eyes forward.

“I need to talk to you,” Katsuki grumbled.

“Well I don’t want to talk to you. So maybe some other time.”

Truthfully, the crowned prince found himself shocked at your coldness. Despite your innate boldness, he wasn’t used to such an icy tone. Especially directed at him.

His father warned him to never attack in these situations, but Bakugo let his temper get the best of him. His first reaction was to frown and deal back harsher words.

“What’s your fucking problem, dumbass? When I say stop, stop!”

A spike of anger flooded your veins. You whirled around on your heel and glared at him with frosty eyes. You felt compelled to drop your papers and slap him, but instead, you settled for a finger in his face.

“First of all, I’m not some dog you can just order around, you jerk! And just because we’re betrothed doesn’t mean I’m some girl you can treat like dirt whenever you feel like it! Until you apologize, leave me alone because my only problem right now is you. Bye.”

And just as quickly as you came, you turned to leave.

Now Bakugo was actually stunned. Forget, cold, this was a side of you he hadn't ever experienced. Admittedly, he hadn’t been spoken to like that from anyone besides his mother—and she only got away with it because she was not only the queen…but he was his mom.

Katsuki honestly didn’t know how to handle it. It was only then that he concentrated back on his father’s advice. Whenever his mother was upset with his dad, his father would fight back, but never with emotional anger. Always with humbleness and an understanding tongue.

It usually did the trick considering his mother could never stay upset with him for more than a night. It always struck the teen with hidden awe. Sometimes, Katsuki thought his dad was an angel.

Bakugo was no angel, but he hoped it’d have the same affect on you.

The blonde teen softened his face and walked up behind you. He stopped you, wrapping his arms around your waist to lie his forehead against the decorated braids the fell down your back.

“Damn it. I’m sorry okay?” he lowly said, face burning from such a public display of affection. “Just hear me out.”

You didn’t speak and he clenched his jaw.

“Please.”

You inwardly cursed your rapidly beating heart. If it weren’t for how stupidly nice being in his arms was (he was definitely working out more), and the fact that you found him kinda cute begging for your permission, maybe you wouldn’t have caved in so easily.

For now, you’d blame it on the fact that you two were destined to wed. It was better to start dealing with fights now so, hopefully, the future held less of them.

You heaved a sigh, unwillingly ignoring your body’s urge to curl in his arms. Instead, you pulled away and turned to face him. You peered into unsure crimson eyes with as much harshness you could conjure.

“Fine. Speak,” you permitted.

There was a small pause as he gathered his thoughts. When he opened his mouth, you instantly regretted it.

“I’m still mad at you for being dumb and breaking one of family’s treasures. And I’m still fucking pissed that my old hag is on my ass about it,” he started and noticed how your eyes narrowed in contempt.

You were about to turn away, thinking this was a waste of time. However, Bakugo took a hold of your wrist before you could leave.

“Leave me alone! If you didn’t want to get in trouble, you should’ve just let me take the blame. I can't believe I thought you’d apologize—“

“Let me finish, princess.”

It was your title, yet you felt your stomach flip when it came from his lips. You refused to let it influence you…but you’d give him another chance.

Bakugo stepped closer to you. “I’m upset, but I took the punishment because I wanted to. You didn’t mean to break it. Accidents happen, I understand that.”

There was a pregnant pause. Then, you softened your gaze a bit, eyes still lit with inquiry. “Why? Why would you do that if it meant getting in trouble? I could’ve taken the blame just fine.”

“Y/N, you freak the fuck out whenever you don’t get a perfect score on an exam. You try not to mess up and when you do, it’s like the world is ending,” he explained with a teasing smirk. You ungracefully snorted. He had a point. “When you broke the vase, I could hear your heart drop. You were two seconds away from crying. And when I saw how scared you looked I just—I don’t know.”

The look on your face was something between shock, surprise, and wonder. You blinked, thick lips parting slightly in awe.

“Katsuki…” you breathed to which the boy heavily blushed. Realizing how sappy he sounded, his mind screamed at him to cut it out.

Bakugo looked down and noticed he was still holding your wrist. He quickly let go and instinctively rubbed the nape of his neck.

“D-don’t be dramatic. I just didn’t wanna see you moping around or some shit. My father said that it wasn’t that important anyway…the vase I mean,” he mumbled.

Sure it wasn’t, you thought. What were you gonna do with this boy?

You supposed an apology was a good start.

“That was very nice and admirable of you Katsuki. Thank you,” you eventually said. “I’m still really sorry about the vase, and for being mean to you just now.”

He shook his head. “I know, but I’m the one that should be apologizing. I ain’t hafta treat you the way I did. I was being an ass for not accepting the food you made for me earlier.”

“Yeah you were, ya bastard.”

He chuckled at that. “The two idiots wouldn’t stop raving over how good it was.”

“Well, I had the best teacher in the kingdom,” you grinned.

“And I had an even better student,” he winked.

Your smile widened. Maybe marrying him wouldn’t be so bad.

You couldn’t help yourself when you heartily embraced him, enjoying how his arms slowly slithered around the small of your back. Your eyes met and you kissed him on the lips, leaving him with a little gasp. You pulled away and giggled under your breath.

“You know, you're a sweet guy underneath all that false bravado.”

“False brav—what the hell are you going on about!?”

Ignoring his explosive behavior, you readjusted the straps on your shoulder before turning on your heel.

“Don’t bring anything for lunch on Monday, okay? I’ll see you later, blondie.”

Despite his little tantrum, Bakugo still watched you disappear into the store with a gentle expression. You gave him more headaches than he cared for, but you were worth it. Besides, he was sure you could say the same for him.

Bakugo turned to leave and passed his fingertips over where your lips touched his own.

He’d never admit to the giddiness in his chest. He’d take that shit to the grave.

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spinningintheshadows · 2 years

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Adventures in Being a Girl Dad™️ || Austin North

Here is 15.5k words of self indulgent hallmark christmas level cheese that I have been working on for four days instead of my actual Austin fic. Maybe I’ll write a part two, I don’t know. This one goes from finding out they’re pregnant to age five.

Warnings: austin being cute af, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of death, mentions of penises I guess, some swearing.

Victoria was sat on her couch, knees hugged to her chest as she stared at the two plastic sticks sitting on the coffee table in front of her. One had two pink lines staring back at her, the other simply said pregnant.If she wasn’t in shock, she would get up, schedule an appointment to take care of it before the news got out to her judgemental family back home, but that wasn’t the case. She couldn’t move, couldn’t take her eyes off of the overpriced pieces of plastic that had just thrown her for a loop.

It wasn’t like she didn’t know who the father was. No, she knew who the father was — all five feet, nine inches of brunette bleached blonde and blue eyes of him. He’d been the first person who didn’t think she was weird, or judge her because she was on the thicker side. He had quickly become her best friend on set where she was a directing assistant.

She’d trauma dumped on him, drunk at two am when he’d made sure she’d gotten home from the bar safely. Told him about how her father had abandoned her mom, her, and her two older sisters when she was four years old to start a new family in another state. She’d told him that her mom had gone completely blind when she was eight years old and suffered for ten years with end stage kidney disease until she passed when she was eighteen. She was just a kid herself, she’d told him. She didn’t know how to live without her mom and since then, every little move she made had been judged by her family. He’d listened to her, let her cry on his shoulder and laughed when she said she didn’t deserve him.

They’d gotten drunk on her birthday, and while the memory was blurry she remembered crossing that line with him that night. She remembered explicitly giving him consent to touch her like that, how he made her feel that night. Like she was loved for the first time in years. She remembered the panic the next morning, hungover and realizing they hadn’t used a condom — mostly because she didn’t keep them in her apartment and they weren’t exactly planning on sleeping together. That morning, she told him how she’d been told at twenty three that she had a less than two percent chance of ever conceiving naturally, that she’d already decided that if she wanted kids in the future she was going to adopt.

The sound of the door to her apartment opening barely registered in her mind as she continued to stare at the tests. She knew that she’d only had sex that one time since she’d been here, knew that she was already closing in on around eleven weeks if she did her math right. How did she not know she was pregnant? Her friend Haven was going to have a field day with this.

“You really should lock your door, what if I was coming to rob you?” It was Austin’s voice that finally brought her out of her thoughts.

“If you walked to the fifth floor to rob me, you deserve to take whatever you want. Elevator is out of service.” She deadpanned, not looking at him.

“Uh, Val told me she sent you home because you were vomiting. I brought you electrolytes.” He tried to joke. “You feeling okay?” A bottle of Gatorade was sat in front of her.

“I’m fine. Come sit?” She said. “I’m not contagious.” Surely, he’d seen the tests when he sat the drink down in front of her. He hadn’t freaked out, so she didn’t really know.

Austin sat beside her, one arm slung behind her and the other putting his phone in do not disturb mode. He was done filming for the day, so instead of sticking around to watch, he’d left as soon as Val had told him what was up with Vix.

“So uh, I don’t know how it works exactly, but I don’t think glaring at the test is going to change the result.” He said. “Looks like that 98% wasn’t on our side.”

“You’re joking.” She sighed. “I just turned your life upside down and you’re joking.”

“I wouldn’t say you turned my life upside down. But I can read, Vixxy.” He told her. “And unless you have some wild sex life that I don’t know about, I think I turned your life upside down.”

“What do you want to do?” She said. “I’m ruining your birthday.”

“You are not. It’s a uh, creative gift that’s technically on back order.” He said. “And what I want to do doesn’t matter. It’s your body, Vix. If you don’t want to have a baby, I’m not going to make you.”

“I uh, before you showed up. I was thinking about making an appointment to uh, take care of it, but the longer I stared at the tests and thought about it, the more I realized that maybe it’s a good thing. I’m pregnant, approximately eleven weeks if I did the math right and that’s terrifying but at the same time, I never thought I’d get the chance. My family is going to roast me alive over this though.” She was word vomiting but he didn’t care.

“I’m not your dad.” He said. “I’m not going to just abandon you with a baby. If you want to do this, I’m all in. I’m not saying we have to date, but I’ll be involved. And my parents? Loren isn’t planning on having kids anytime soon, so they’ll be excited about a grandchild.”

“I want to have a baby, this baby. It terrifies me that in a few months we’re going to be responsible for a tiny person, but we’re twenty six. It’s not like we’re seventeen.” She told him. “I guess there’s no one better to have a kid with. My baby daddy is cute.”

“Since there’s a new person involved now, would you be open to meeting my parents?” He asked. “We don’t have to tell them yet if you don’t want to. But they’re here for my birthday.”

“Let me call the doctor, see if they can squeeze me in.” She said. “But yes, I’ll meet your parents.”

As it turned out, due to a cancellation, they had roughly forty five minutes to get to the doctors office. He held her hand supportively through the whole drive and while she filled out paperwork. Blood was drawn for confirmation, then an ultrasound for dating purposes put them right at eleven weeks, just like Vix thought. They'd both teared up the moment they saw the blurry black and white smudge on the screen, but completely lost it when they heard their child’s heartbeat for the first time. Copies of the scan in hand, Austin linked their fingers as they left the office.

“I want to tell your parents and sister at dinner.” Vix told him in the car. “Maybe we can get them t-shirts or something. I uh, I’ve already decided that they’re going to have your last name. I hope that’s okay.”

“I wasn’t going to even ask about it until closer to February.” He said. “But that’s perfectly okay with me. I’m not even going to lie to you, I think I’ve been in love with you since I met you and I’m not going to push the subject but I’d really like to introduce you to my parents as my girlfriend.”

“Okay.” She said. “But we have to say we’ve been dating longer than we have.”

“Baby, my heart has been yours since I met you in April. You’re having my baby.” He told her. “Holy shit we’re going to be parents.”

“Mhm. Now we have to go find something to tell your parents with. And then we have to go to set and tell everyone because I’m not hiding it from the people I love. I don’t want to post anything about it until we know what they are though. That gives us 9 weeks to keep it in our little bubble.” She smiled.

“Of course.” He said. “Just wanna protect little baby North”

“Fuck, I need to tell the girls on discord.” She thumped her head against the seat. “Haven is gonna lose her shit.”

“I think it’s funny you’re in a discord server that simps over the cast and that they weren’t even phased when you got this job and started hanging out with us.” He said. “It’s like a little window into the fans minds.”

“Oh honey, I’ve only shown you the mild stuff.” She laughed. “We have a whole channel dedicated to you, Rudy, and Drew. They aren’t safe for work.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket and grabbed the ultrasound photos, quickly taking a picture of them and posting them in the main channel.

Vix: so uh, remember how we weren’t phased when I had drunken birthday sex with Austin.

Haven: if you’re not about to tell me you finally made it official with Disney Boy I don’t want to hear it.

Vix: we made it official

Alexis: oh thank god

Vix: also, uh I gave him quite the birthday present for tomorrow 😇

Haven: oh, so he got his dick wet again?

Vix: no that’s after dinner with his parents tonight.

Vix: [photo] uh, surprise. Baby North is coming in February.

Haven: OH MY GOD VICTORIA ELIZABETH ANNETTE.

“So how did they take it?” He asked, glancing over at his girlfriend who was grinning at her phone.

“Haven is screaming. Alexis and Lindz haven’t responded yet.” She told him. “Your mom is gonna cry isn’t she.”

“Probably. Let’s go find them something cheesy to tell them.” He laughed.

They ended up finding t-shirts in a maternity store, as well as a dress for her to wear to dinner. She wasn’t really showing yet, but the dress allowed people to see she was pregnant, which made Austin smile to himself. He, of course, insisted on paying, not giving into her argument about it. They left with several bags after he insisted she get whatever she felt comfortable in. They arrived on set during lunch break, Val and the Pates giving her a look like they were confused as to why she was there when they sent her home sick.

“She demanded I bring her back.” Austin tried to justify, holding back a laugh.

“Vix, you should be at home resting” Val told the auburn haired girl. “You’re sick.”

“I’m not contagious.” Vix laughed. “In fact, it took me by surprise too.” The director cocked an eyebrow at her as Austin walked over to her.

“Definitely not contagious, definitely a surprise.” He said. “Vix and I have some news.”

“Turns out, apparently growing a human can make you sick.” Vix joked. “And it turns out, I’ve been growing one since my birthday.” Austin pulled out a copy of ultrasound to show their bosses.

“Eleven weeks. Baby North will be here at the end February.” He told them. “A surprise for sure, but a very welcome one.” Vix hummed in agreement.

“I don’t mean this to sound rude, but I know it’s going to sound that way. Is this Austin’s baby or is he stepping up?” Jonas spoke quietly, as not to announce it to everyone.

“No. It’s okay Jonas, honestly. I can see where you’re coming from. Uh, Austin made sure I got home from the bar on my birthday, and we uh, had a little drunken fun. I wasn’t supposed to be able to conceive naturally. It was a less than two percent chance. But, here we are. He's the only one I’ve slept with since I’ve been here so there’s no doubt that this is his baby.” Vix explained. “I didn’t even think it was an option until I got home earlier, so I tested and here we are.”

“We’re telling my parents tonight.” Austin said. “We just wanted our work family to know that we’re expecting too.”

— — — — — —

Nerves didn’t really set in for Vix until she was getting dressed for dinner, Austin had already taken the gift bags they’d done up for his family to the car. She’d just finished her hair when he came back in and looked her over.

“You look absolutely stunning. Where did I get such a gorgeous girlfriend.” He said, pulling her to him to press their lips together. “Indiana knows how to make them.”

“That was cheesy. Are you ready? My nerves can’t take much more waiting.” She told him.

“I am. They’re going to love you.” He told her. “Just breathe.”

By the time they got to the restaurant, her knee was bouncing, making Austin rub the back of her hand soothingly. Nervously, she followed him to the reserved area of the restaurant where his family was waiting as he gripped the bags in his hand.

“Sorry we’re late.” He apologized. “Mom, Dad, Loren. This is Vix, my girlfriend. Vix this is mom, dad and sister.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Vix put on her best polite voice as she greeted them, surprised when Loren jumped up to hug her.

“Oh my god. You are absolutely gorgeous. Why are you dating my brother!?” She gushed. “Way out of his league.”

“Hey. It’s my birthday, you can’t be mean to me.” Austin put on his best pout.

“Your birthday isn’t until tomorrow, baby brother.” She told him. “But seriously your girlfriend is stunning.”

“I know she is, but she’s also super smart, creative, and a genuinely good person.” He said. “We actually have an announcement to make, and I’d like to do it before we order to avoid questions.” He gripped his girlfriend’s hand, giving it a supportive squeeze before smiling at her.

“Yes.” She joined him. “We brought you gifts. You have to open them at the same time though, and Austin’s going to record it.”

“You’re not about to tell us you’re getting married are you?” Loren joked.

“No! No, nothing like that.” Austin said. “Just here, don’t open it until I tell you to.” He handed the bags out, pulling his phone out and counting down from five. It clicked for Loren first, who let out a squeal, dashing back over to hug his girlfriend. As expected, his mom teared up as soon as it clicked for her, while a smile spread across his dad’s face. Karen was the next one to come over to hug them, squeezing them both a little too tight.

“My baby is having a baby.” She sniffled. “Oh my god, this is the best news you could have given me.” Finally they all sat back down at the table, ready to ask and answer a million questions.

“When are you due?” His mom asked.

“Official due date is February 20th. Uh, she was conceived on the sixteenth of May.” Vix said.

“Might’ve been the seventeenth.” Austin said. “No, we went out fifteenth, didn’t get back until like two am on the sixteenth, you’re right.”

“It’s a little concerning you know the exact date.” Loren joked. “Was it like, birthday sex or something.”

“Well.” Vix started. “Kind of. We weren’t exactly intimate yet, and we got a little intoxicated the night before my birthday. Austin made sure I made it back to my apartment okay from the bar and one thing led to another.”

“I was joking but that’s wild.” Loren told them. “And my brother dearest didn’t wrap it?”

“Vix uh, Vix wasn’t supposed to be able to get pregnant naturally. There was a less than two percent chance.” Austin explained. “Which is part of the reason we didn’t find out until now. She’s eleven weeks tomorrow. We just ask you don’t post on social media about it, we’re going to make an announcement when we know what we’re having.”

“That’s fair.” His mom agreed. “It’s not our news to share, but you know you’re going to get backlash for it since it’s still a new relationship.”

“She’s my best friend.” He told them. “Even if she didn’t agree to take the next step in our relationship, I was gonna be there every step of the way.”

— — — — — —

“Are we ready?” Rudy’s voice sounded over the crowd. Vix was officially twenty one weeks pregnant, and they’d found out at their anatomy scan last week what they were having or, her friend Haven did. Haven had enlisted Rudy’s help to plan a gender reveal for the couple, as they had connected when she came to visit over the weekend a couple of months ago. They’d really connected since Rudy and Elaine had mutually decided they worked better as friends, Elaine even pushing Haven to accept his invitation to dinner.

Now, Vix and Austin stood on the beach with their friends in a semi-circle around them each holding a confetti popper stuffed with eco-friendly confetti which had been Vix’s only rule if they were using confetti on the beach.

“The suspense is killing us, can we just do this.” Austin said.

“Yeah you have approximately two minutes until Baby North decides it’s bathroom time again.” Vix confirmed. Rudy rolled his eyes at the couple, looking at his ex girlfriend to make sure she was recording. Elaine gave a thumbs up and he grinned.

“Okay. On the count of three guys.” Rudy said before starting the countdown followed by several popping noises as everyone twisted their poppers. As soon as the color pink registered in both of their minds, he was pulling her to him and connecting their lips.

“A girl.” He whispered. “Mom was right.”

“Mhm. How do you feel?” She asked.

“Nervous, excited. We’re gonna have a daughter.” He kissed her again. “How do you feel?”

“Our daughter is gonna have the best Daddy in the world.” She told him. “Really, you were made to be a girl dad.”

“You think?” He questioned. She just smiled at him with a nod of her head.

“Mhm. You give off this big tough guy persona but I know you’re just a giant softy. Our daughter is already lucky to have you for a dad.” She told him. “Now, baby girl is telling me it’s time to pee again.”

— — — — — —

“And it’s posted.” Vix looked over at her boyfriend who’d also just posted the same video of the last 13 weeks of their lives. From the tests to the gender reveal. The caption was simple — just “an announcement from Vix & Austin.” Almost immediately their phones started going off with notifications and surprisingly most of them were positive. Loren immediately posted it to her story saying “I can’t believe I managed to keep this huge secret. So excited to be an Aunt. Congrats baby brother 🥺.”

“Everyone seems pretty happy for us.” He told her. “Minus a couple. It’s whatever. The majority is positive.”

“Mhm.” She hummed. “She’s kicking again.”

“Can i feel?” He questioned. “She’s gonna stop as soon as I touch you, but it doesn’t hurt to try. She just doesn’t want me to feel her.”

“Be my guest. She’s your daughter too. You don’t have to ask.” She told him. “I think I have my favorite name picked out.”

“Are you going to share with me?” He questioned. “I know you wanted something gender neutral, which is completely fine with me. You seem to rock it.”

“Emerson.” She told him. “Emerson Loren North. My mom told me she picked the gender neutral nickname for me but wanted a more girly middle name but then my dad wouldn’t agree on her middle name choice, which is how I ended up with two middle names.”

“Why didn’t I know you have two middle names?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Because I only use the first one most of the time. Have you ever seen me sign my name, baby? The A stands for something.” She told him.

“What is it?” His voice was soft. “You don’t have to tell me, I’m just curious.”

“My middle name is Elizabeth Annette.” She explained. “My mom wanted it to be Annette, but my dad said it was stupid to make me the third generation with it. So she agreed to a second middle name. It was her middle name and it’s my grandmas.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about me disagreeing with you. I think using my sister's name is a great idea. She’s gonna cry, but she’s been our biggest support system. We’ve known she’s a girl for three weeks, and she’s already bought so many bows.” He said. “She’s got them all boxed up for when we go to LA for Thanksgiving.”

“I’ve never been to California.” She sighed. “Hell until I came here the farthest I’d been out of Indiana was Columbus.”

“Can I ask you something?” He questioned. “Just pick your brain for a second.”

“Always.” She told him.

“What’s your dream wedding look like?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper. “I’ve just been thinking about it.”

“Honestly? Something small. Maybe just our friends and family. Small, intimate. Maybe on the beach.” She told him.

“So if I could get my family and the girls here, would you marry me this weekend?” He asked. “I know I sound crazy and we haven’t been together all that long but I know it’s you. You’re having my baby, I want you to be my wife.”

“Are you proposing right now?” She asked.

“Yeah, I guess I am.” He grinned at her.

“Of course I’ll marry you Austin. If you can get everyone here we can do it this weekend.”

“Then I have some phone calls to make.” He said.

By Saturday, his whole family was there, as well as Haven (who was trying not to be suspicious about the fact she was staying with Rudy.), Alexis and Lindz. The girls and Loren had went with her to find a dress the night before and now she was standing in her apartment getting ready to get married. It wasn’t anything fancy, just them, their families, friends and a justice of the peace, but to them it was perfect.

Austin was already teary eyed as she met him on the beach, taking his hand. Yeah, thunder was rumbling in the distance — an early November storm getting ready to move in, but it really just set the scene for the wedding.

“Do you guys want to exchange vows?” The woman asked after her little speech about bringing them together both legally and in the eye of God. Austin and Vix both nodded, and he took a nervous, shaky breath.

“Victoria. Vixxy, my beautiful beautiful girl.” He started “I believe in you, the person you will grow to be, and the couple we will be together. With my whole heart, without a doubt, I take you as my wife, acknowledging and accepting your faults and strengths, just as you do mine. I promise to be faithful and supportive, and to always make our family’s love and happiness my priority. I will be yours in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in failure and in triumph. I will dream with you, celebrate with you and walk beside you through whatever our lives may bring. You are my person, my love, and my life. Forever and always.” Vix sniffled, smiling at her soon to be husband.

“Austin Michael, my soulmate, my best friend” she started with a shaky sigh. “From the moment our paths crossed, that Sunday afternoon in April, you’ve surprised me, captivated me, distracted me and challenged me in a way no human being ever has. I’ve fallen in love with you again and again, countless times without reservation. And I still can’t believe that today, today I get to marry my best friend. I promise to be true to you, to uplift and support you, to frustrate and challenge you, and to share with you the beautiful moments of life. No matter what trials we encounter together or how much time has passed, I know that our love will never fade. I know that we will always find strength in one another, and that we will continue to grow side by side. I believe in the truth of what we are, and I will love you always. With every beat of my heart.” His hands squeezed hers softly as he smiled at her.

“Now, will you, Austin Michael North, take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?” The justice of the peace asked.

“I will.”

“And will you, Victoria Elizabeth Annette Miller, take this man as your lawfully wedding husband?” She smiled at Vix.

“I will”

“So with that, by the power bestowed upon me by the great state of South Carolina, I present to you all for the first time. Mr & Mrs Austin Michael North.” She said. “Austin, you may kiss your wife.”

— — — — — —

“So last family day before I’m an aunt huh.” Loren half joked as she sat down on the sofa at her parents house. Vix was sitting with her feet up, already exhausted from the ten minute drive to her in-laws.

“You should have already been an aunt by now.” She half grumbled. “I’m so tired of being pregnant. But apparently she’s like her father. Taking her sweet time.”

“Have you tried inducing?” Loren asked. She truly felt sorry for her sister-in-law who was now officially two days overdue.

“Oh yeah. Tried it all. Spicy food, walking, sex.” She said. “She’s just comfortable in there using my bladder as a punching bag.”

“We’ve been trying to get her out for a week and a half.” Austin walked into the living room with a glass of water for his wife. “Doc says if she doesn’t come on her own by Wednesday morning, we have to be at the hospital at seven am to evict her.”

“Yeah, Really trying to avoid being induced like that. I hear the contractions like that are terrible.” Vix sighed. “I just want to hold her.”

“Austin was a week and half overdue.” His mom told them. “And the night before we were supposed to go in to be induced, he decided he was ready.”

“I’m growing a mini Austin, I shouldn’t be surprised.” Vix joked. “I’ve been kind of crampy the last couple of days, and at my last appointment I was already dilated to three. I know when I see her it’ll all be worth it but the 9 pound bowling ball with limbs is not happy at the moment.” Austin let out a laugh as he sat between his sister and wife, automatically placing his hand on Vix’s expanded abdomen and rubbing soothing circles in it as if he was trying to get his daughter to calm down.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” Vix told him. “I have to pee and I need you to help me stand up.”

“Yes ma’am.” He stood up. “C’mon Mama.”

He watched as she walked through the kitchen on the way to the bathroom before sitting back down with a sigh. He knew she was uncomfortable and there was nothing he could do to help except hope she went into labor soon.

“Have you guys made your bets on how big she is.” He questioned. “I’m saying at least eight and half pounds. She thinks at least eight.”

“I’m going closer to nine. You were eight pounds, fifteen ounces but you were also a week and a half late.” His mom told him. “Loren was six and a half, glad to see your size difference stayed into adulthood.”

“Oh I’m saying seven and a half.” Loren said. “Twenty inches. I bet she has your long legs.”

“Hey!” Vix’s voice hollered through the house. “Austin! Come here.” With that, he was off the couch and making his way to the bathroom where she was leaning against the sink with her arms crossed, almost glaring at the puddle that was forming on the floor.

“What’s up?” He questioned. “Everything okay?”

“My water broke. Like, just now after I got off the toilet.” She said. “It’s go time.”

“Okay. Let me go get my keys and let everyone know.” He said. “Smile, baby, we’re going to be parents.” He rushed back to the living room, stopping to grab his keys off the counter and found his mom and sister staring at him.

“Is everything okay?” Loren asked. “You look extremely nervous all of a sudden.”

“Everything is great. Start making your bets for when she’s born.” He said. “Vix’s water broke. We’re going to the hospital.”

— — — — — —

As soon as Emerson North let out her first cry, both of her parents were in tears. Sixteen hours of labor and their daughter was finally in their arms. Austin made sure to note the time, because he knew she’d want to know that their daughter took her first breath at 2:47 am. She was all of two hours old now, nestled against her mothers chest nursing while he sent out a mass text to their friends (minus Haven and the discord girls, Vix would want to tell them herself.) to let them know that she had arrived. His parents and sister were all asleep in the waiting room, having not left except to get dinner earlier. He was going to let them sleep a while longer before he woke them up to tell them, then send his sister after Vix’s favorite breakfast.

“What’s the date? My brain is mush. I’ve been awake for nearly forty eight hours.” His wife’s voice brought his attention from his phone.

“It’s the 23rd, baby. She was born at 2:47am.” He told her. Vix let out a laugh. “What’s so funny.”

“My mom would have been fifty seven today.” She said. “This day has been such a dark day for me for nearly a decade. Now, our little girl brought a whole new light to it.”

“How do you feel about a double middle name?” He asked. “It’s your moms birthday. I feel like we should honor her in some way. We can use Loren when we talk about her, but why don’t we give her Annette too. I mean, I’ve been thinking about it for a few weeks. I didn’t know how to bring it up.”

“I mean, you just basically agreed on the name, Austin, if you want to give her a second middle name, then absolutely we can.” She said. “You want to hold your daughter?”

“Of course I do. I’ve been waiting patiently.” He said. “Give her here.”

Austin gently lifted the newborn from his wife, eyes watery again as she let out whine from being moved. Vix watched her husband cradle their daughter in the dim light of the hospital room for a moment, reaching for her phone and snapping a quick photo. Even at this hour, she knew Haven and the discord girls would be awake waiting to hear that she was here.

Vix: good morning friends, I have a very important announcement.

Haven: OH MY GOD SHE’S HERE.

Vix: I have indeed successfully pushed the child out of my vagina. If I decide to do that again, remind me that I nearly broke my husband's hand doing it without pain medicine this round.

Haven: oh my god I can’t believe she’s here. I’m waking Rudy up so he can function when visiting hours start.

Vix: [photo] yeah, making him a daddy is the best thing I ever decided to do. He’s a natural.

Alexis: Do we get to know her name now or??

Vix: of course. Everyone meet Emerson Loren Annette North. 8 pounds 15 ounces. She was born about a quarter til three this morning.

Vix: don’t say anything about her name online until we do. We want to tell Loren in person.

Austin and Vix sat in their little bubble for the better part of an hour and a half, him joining her on the bed as they took in their daughter. Finally he looked at the clock and smiled at her.

“I’m gonna go wake them up. I’m gonna get an earful for waiting until she was four hours old to tell them.” He said. “Worth it to just spend some time with my girls though.”

“We’ll be right here.” She said. With a smile, he got up and walked towards the waiting room where he found his mom and sister awake and on their phones.

“Hey guys.” His voice was barely above a whisper. He came over to sit next to his sister. “Eight pounds fifteen ounces. 20 and a half inches. You guys can come meet her if you’re ready. I’m sure you want to wake Dad up, but we’re in room 418.”

“Yeah, I’ll wake your dad up. You and Loren go ahead.” His mom said, already starting to tear up. “My baby is a dad. I can’t believe it.”

“You’ve got to pick a grandma name now.” He joked. “Vix already laid claim to Nana for her mom though, something about how before she passed she said that’s what she wanted to be called by grandchildren.”

“That’s fine. I’m thinking Gigi or something like that.” She said. “Go, I’ll wake your dad up.”

As they walked back down the hall, Austin turned to his sister with a smile.

“Today’s bittersweet for Vix, y’know.” He said. “We became parents four hours ago. This day has been hard for her for nearly a decade and it’s the day our daughter decides to come.” Loren cocked an eyebrow at her brother.

“Todays not the day her mom passed is it?” She asked. “Because that would be so hard.”

“No, that day is in August.” He sighed. “Today is her mom’s birthday. Makes it nice we chose to honor her with her name.”

“I’m curious to what you named her. It’s not something weird is it? I know actors like to do that.” She told him. He let out a laugh, shaking his head.

“No, it’s gender neutral. Pretty normal I’d say.” He told her.

The moment they walked into the room, Loren was in tears at the sight of her niece in her mothers arms. Austin gently moved the baby so she could hold her, making sure to take a picture of them together. Eventually his parents found their way into the room. While his mother and sister cried and cooed over the baby, his dad placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Well, how does it feel? Your first child.” His dad asked. “Its been nearly 30 years and I still remember how it felt when Loren was born.”

“I’m in love.” Austin told him. “I’m terrified, I don’t want to mess up with her. But I’m so so in love with her. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“There’s no such thing as perfect parents. You’re going to mess up, but as long as you support her and love her unconditionally, she’s going to be just fine.” His dad said. “I’m proud of you.”

“Okay we’ve waited patiently since October, are you going to tell us her name or what?” Loren finally spoke up.

“Okay okay.” Austin said. “You know they say patience is a virtue”

“A virtue I no longer have, baby brother.” She deadpanned. Austin rolled his eyes at his sister before looking at his wife to tell her to go ahead.

“We’d like to formally introduce you guys to Emerson” she said. “Emerson Loren Annette North.”

“Oh a double middle name.” His mom said. “It’s perfect. A perfect name for a perfect girl.”

“I have a double middle name too.” Vix said. “And to be fair, she only had one middle name until Austin found out it was also my mom’s birthday. He suggested adding Annette to it after that.”

“Loren are you okay?” Austin asked, looking at his sister who was crying again.

“Am I okay?” She asked. “I’m holding my perfect little niece in my arms and her daddy just told me that she shares my name. I’m great.”

“And it was Austin’s idea.” Vix explained. “You’ve been such a huge support system for us. You’re the sister I wish I had. I agreed immediately, it just made sense.”

— — — — — —

“Excuse me, Ms. North, who told you that you were allowed to be big enough to do that.” Austin’s voice rang out from the foyer of the house, and Vix could hear the little smacks of her daughter’s hands on the hardwood floor as she made her way to her dad. He’d just gotten home from six weeks in Australia filming a movie, coming home to find that their seven month old daughter was crawling. Vix had warned him, of course, that she was on the move now but he had assumed she was just army crawling like she was attempting when he left. She came out of the kitchen in time to see him scoop Emerson up and pepper her face with kisses.

“I told you she was mobile.” She said. “Videos didn’t do it justice, you had to see it for yourself.”

“I feel like she’s grown so much since I’ve been gone. This is the first time I’ve been away for so long. It sucked.” He told her, bringing her in to give her a kiss.

“She’s got something else to show you.” She said. “Emmie, let Daddy see your mouth.” Vix got a mean mug from her daughter as Austin raised an eyebrow at his wife.

“Top or bottom?” He asked.

“Bottom” she confirmed. Gently he pulled her little bottom lip down to see she had not one, but two little teeth poking through her gums.

“Okay, how do I stop time.” He asked. “Emmie, you have teeth! Stop growing on Daddy.”

“She got them both at the same time. If it wasn’t for your mom and Loren I don’t think I would have survived that. She’s got one coming in on top, but she isn’t acting like it bothers her yet.” She told him. “Dinner’s almost ready and then it’s bedtime for someone in this room.”

“Might be bedtime for Mama and Daddy, too.” He grinned. “Been a long six weeks without you.”

They ate dinner in relative silence, sans Austin talking back to their daughter when she babbled at them like he understood what she was saying. To Vix, it was nice to have all of her little family back together. Sure, their daughter had tomato sauce in her blonde curls and all over her face but the way Austin was laughing as she smushed another bite of lasagna into her face made it worth it.

“Let me take you out tomorrow.” His voice brought her out of her thoughts. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a date night. I mean, the last time we went out for a night and left her overnight anywhere she was six weeks old and you called Loren like four times to check on her, then we just moved to afternoons. I made reservations at that new place you wanted to try. I talked to Rudy and Haven when they picked me up from the airport, they said they’d keep Emmie tomorrow night.”

“Okay. She’s sleeping through the night so she should be fine. I trust them.” She said. “But I think it’s bath time for someone.”

“I’ll do it. I missed it.” He told her. “C’mere love bug. Let’s get you clean and ready for bed.”

— — — — — —

The first thing Vix realized when she woke up the next morning was that her husband wasn’t in bed with her, which was weird even after six weeks of sleeping alone — because he’d definitely been with her when she fell asleep, naked and cuddled up to his chest. Second, she realized how sore her body was after six weeks of nothing from him and then going a little too hard on their first night back together, but it wasn’t anything a hot shower wouldn’t fix. The smell of coffee was strong as she wandered out to the kitchen in just his shirt and a pair of panties to find him cooking breakfast shirtless and their daughter in her high chair, happily smushing bananas between her fingers.

“There’s Mama.” He said, smiling as she came into the kitchen. “Sleep good?”

“Better than I have in six weeks. Not having the five am wake up call was nice today though, but you just got home. You didn’t have to get up with her.” She said, reaching up to kiss his cheek.

“She woke up at 5:30, I was already awake because I had to pee. She babbled to herself for a half hour before she even whined.” He explained. “Also, I get bragging rights.”

“What do you mean by that?” She questioned as she poured herself a cup of coffee. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.” He said. “But, Miss Ma’am over there, a week shy of eight months old, said her first word this morning.” Vix almost dropped her cup of coffee at his statement.

“No she didn’t.” She said. “I missed it?”

“Clear as day when I went into her room to get her. Haven’t been able to get her to say it again this morning, but I’m surprised I didn’t wake you up with my excitement over it.” He said. “But, because her first word was in fact “Dada” I get bragging rights.”

“We have to try to get it on camera. The fans will want to see that.” She said. Weekly vlogging had been her idea after Emerson was born, as a way for her grandmother to get to see their daughter grow up from her assisted living facility in Indiana, they’d gained traction with his fans as an inside glimpse into their life. It was raw and personal, an uncut glimpse at their relationship and parenthood journey.

“It’s probably on the monitor.” He told her. “Watching those got me through the trip, honestly. I looked forward to every Monday morning for me.”

“I know it.” She said. “The nurse that works with my grandma said she enjoys them too. Her daughter is a big Outer Banks fan.”

“We should go to Indiana for Thanksgiving. I think my parents want to go Ohio this year, spend it with my dads parents. It’s like a four hour drive. We can take a day and go.” He said. “Your grandma deserves to meet Emmie. She practically raised you.”

“Okay. I’m gonna go take a shower before breakfast. Somebody has my whole body sore.” She teased.

“Was I too rough last night?” He face softened. “I’m sorry.”

“No, Baby, you were just rough enough. It’s just been a while, is all.” She said. “Six weeks is a long time.”

They had a quiet day at home, staying cuddled up on the couch and watching movies while Emerson played in front of the couch. Until about four o’clock when Austin got up to shower and Vix took Emmie to her room to pack an overnight bag, making sure to pack her teethers and numbing gel just in case she needed them. She plopped the baby down in the middle of the bed with a toy while she got ready herself, watching for her husband as she finished her hair, noting the text from Haven that told her that they were pulling in now. Scooping their daughter into her arms, she walked to the bathroom knocking twice before he opened the door half dressed.

“Rudy and Haven are here.” She said. “Figured you would want to say goodbye.” He reached out for their daughter, pulling her to him to kiss her chubby cheek.

“Be good for Uncle Rudy and Aunt Haven.” He murmured. “Daddy will see you tomorrow.” She let out a squeal, smacking her tiny hand against his cheek.

“How does it feel to be bullied by your almost eight month old.” Vix teased, taking the baby back.

“Nothing new, I’m bullied by her mother everyday.” He teased back. “Bye Princess. Be good.”

Vix walked their daughter and her car seat out to their friends, giving them both a smile as she loaded her up for them.

“I’ve packed everything you need.” She told them. “I’ve got medicine and teethers in there if she starts acting like her mouth hurts. The tooth coming in hasn’t bothered her like the first two so hopefully it’s not an issue.”

“She’s got teeth now? When did that happen” Rudy looked genuinely scared as he asked the question.

“Last week. She got both of them at the same time. It was terrible. She’s only ever bitten me and it was on my boob while she was nursing. You’re safe, Toot.” She told him. “There’s frozen breast milk in the diaper bag. Just run it under warm water before bedtime. At dinner she can eat what you eat as long as it’s not hard and it’s in bite size pieces.”

Walking inside after watching her friends pull away with their daughter, she found her husband waiting in the kitchen for her. He looked nice, wearing sleek black skinny jeans and a navy blue button up.

“This feels oddly familiar” his tone was teasing.

“I think that’s because the last time we really dressed up to go out” she started, bringing their lips together quickly. “We were telling your parents about Emmie.”

“Mhm.” He hummed. “But tonight, my love, we aren’t married and we’re not parents. Let’s pretend it’s our first date.”

“We never really had a first date” she pointed out.

“That’s my point. We went from casual sex to preparing to change diapers.” He told her. “Not that I regret how our relationship has gone. You guys are the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“I didn’t know what a loving relationship was until I met you. Watching you become this amazing dad has just been a bonus.” She said. “I don’t tell you enough how proud I am of you.”

“You’re a simp.” He pressed his lips to hers again.

“Damn, I must be a mirror. The simp calling his wife a simp.” She said. “Are we ready?”

“As soon as we take our obligatory we dressed up selfie” he teased. “We look too good to not show ourselves off”

— — — — — —

“Good morning.” Austin’s voice was gravelly telling his wife that he’d also just woke up. “She’s still asleep.”

“Mhm. Rudy wore her out yesterday.” Vix mumbled, placing her head on his chest. “I’m so glad she’s little enough we don’t have to wrap Santa gifts yet.”

“My grandparents are very excited to meet her properly today, though. It’s what? 8:30. We don’t have to be at my parents' house until noon.” His sentence ended with a yawn. “A year ago you were up at six am with leg cramps, do you remember?”

“Those were the worst. Your daughter was kicking the shit out of my ribs too.” She sighed. “Now look at her. Ten months old.”

“Creeping closer to that one year mark.” He sighed. “Wait until Gigi and Pop see what she can do now. Everyone’s been so busy the last month or so that we haven’t really seen each other.”

“It’ll be a cute surprise. Of course our daughter started walking at ten months old. Just like her mother.” She said. “I actually took my first steps on Easter.”

“Surprised the hell out of me, for sure. I watched her walk from the couch to the recliner and I swear my heart stopped.” He told her. “She shouldn’t be this old yet. This year has flown by, I want my little almost nine pound baby back.”

“Well unless you plan on putting another one in me, that’s not gonna happen.” She said. “And don’t get any ideas because this baby factory is closed until further notice.”

“You know I would in a heartbeat. Well, maybe not right now, but maybe when she’s out of diapers” he told her. “But a second one would be nice, y’know. Give her a sibling.”

“Someday.” She told him. “But now, let’s get up and get the day going. I’ll make breakfast if you’ll get Emmie.”

“Absolutely.” He told her. Walking into the room, he found his daughter sitting up, hair a mess and a smile on her face.

“Well good morning, Emmie.” He whispered. “Merry Christmas baby girl.” He scooped her up bringing her cheek to his lips.

By the time breakfast was over, Emmie was excitedly bouncing in her seat, like she knew there was something different about today. Austin quickly wiped her face clean and let her down, watching as she waddled on shaky legs to the living room. He poured another cup of coffee before following her to make sure she didn’t make too much of a mess. Finally Vix joined her husband and daughter, who were sitting in the floor now with Emerson’s chubby hands grasping tissue paper in a bag. While most of her gifts weren’t wrapped, they’d stuck a few small things in gift bags to allude to opening a present and she was having the time of her life ripping the tissue paper out. It brought a smile to Vix’s face, giving her a reason to enjoy Christmas again after nearly a decade.

“I don’t think we would have to get anything for her” Austin’s voice broke the silence in the room. “Just tissue paper in a bag, she’d be entertained for hours.”

“As soon as she discovers there’s something in that bag with it, it’s game over.” She joked. She was right of course, as soon as Emerson saw the stuffed bunny in the bag, it was game over. It was all about the toy, forget all the other presents she had.

“Here.” Austin held two boxes in his hand as well as a small gift bag. “I’m pretty sure the boxes are our pajamas for today. My mom gave them to me last night. Emmie has one too.” He was right, nestled between green tissue paper was a set of Christmas pajamas, which was a tradition to wear to his family’s house on Christmas Day. This year, they were white with Christmas trees and reindeer on them, and Vix couldn’t help but smile.

“And this one is from me.” He said “Merry Christmas, baby.” The gift bag was handed over to her. Inside the bag, she found a jewelry box. She gave him a weird look as she opened it, finding what she could only assume was a wedding set.

“Uh, when we got married we decided on those silicone bands because your hands were swelling and you didn’t want actual rings to get stuck on your hand.” He explained. “I just thought, you aren’t pregnant so that’s not an issue now, and it was time to get you proper rings.” Vix let out a laugh, moving to kiss him quickly before going to fetch her own gift for him.

“I think, we might be too much alike.” She laughed. Inside his bag was a wedding band as well. He laughed along with her, bringing their lips together.

“Thank you. We should probably get ready to head over to my parents. I’ll get Emmie ready, you gather up the gifts?” He said. “I prepped the rolls last night, they should have risen by now, in the fridge.”

“Deal. Make her cute. She’s meeting her great grandparents today.” She smiled.

By the time they were ready, it was nearing 11:00. Emerson refused to leave without her new stuffed bunny, which Austin thought was adorable. She babbled the whole way to her grandparents house, yelling at her dad to make sure he was listening to her.

Walking into his parents house, Emmie on one hip and an arm full of gifts on the other, Austin was relieved when his dad came to help him. Emmie was already wiggling to be put down, having spotted his sister the moment he walked in.

“Okay okay. Here, go see Lolo.” He said. “Wait, guys, she’s got something to show you.” Vix had walked in with the rest of the gifts and the rolls, setting them on the kitchen counter as her husband set their daughter on the floor. Loren was sat about ten feet away, assuming the baby was going to crawl to her.

“Look what Ms. Ma’am learned to do this week.” He told his family. He felt his daughter pull herself up on his pant leg, then with a determined look on her face, started taking shaky steps to her aunt. For how unsteady she still was on her legs, she didn’t fall, but smiled widely when she reached her aunt and plopped herself in her lap.

“Oh my god.” Loren said. “Who said she was allowed to be able to do that?! You just stay little Emmie, ok?”

“I have to agree with you” Vix said. “She’s so independent and high energy. And the sass.”

“So you’re telling me she’s 100% her fathers daughter.” Karen joked. “Austin started walking about three weeks shy of his first birthday, he had a sister to keep up with. I think his sass developed from his sister bullying him every day for the first four years of his life.”

“Hey, at least it was only four years Austin,” Vix joked. “My sister still bullies me, or at least tries to.”

“Your sister isn’t a good person.” He told her. “I’ve met her.”

“Okay well, as soon as your grandparents get here we’re going to do presents.” His mom said. “Let me see my grandbaby for a second.” She scooped her granddaughter up from her daughter.

“Come sit with me.” Austin held his hand out to his wife walking them both over to the couch. The sat quietly, watching his mom walk around talking to their daughter while Vix played with the rings on her finger.

“You didn’t pick these out alone” she said. “You have good taste but not this good of taste.”

“Loren helped.” He confirmed. “She’s all about jewelry.”

“It’s beautiful really.” She said. “Loren helped me pick yours too. I should have been suspicious when she picked the one that matches mine but I was oblivious, Emmie was on the verge of a meltdown.”

“I love you.” He told her. “Just wanted to make sure you know that.” She gave him a soft smile and leaned up to kiss him.

“You know what? I love you too.” She said. “Also, imagine how different our Christmas photo is going to be this year. I was a whale last year, and this year our daughter is ten months old.”

“You weren’t a whale. You were very very pregnant, but not a whale.” He told her. “I think my grandparents are here.”

“And Emmie is gonna wanna nurse.” She said. “I can go upstairs if it’s gonna bother them.”

“Absolutely not. They won’t care, Baby. You’re feeding our daughter.” He said. “Hell, my mom is one of five kids, I’m sure my grandpa was desensitized to boobs a long time ago.”

“Okay. Let’s go.” She sighed. Austin went to retrieve his daughter from his mom while his dad helped bring in gifts from his grandparents. Emmie immediately buried her face into her dads arm as he hugged his grandmother.

“Hi Grandma. Merry Christmas” he said. “It’s really nice to see you.” Vix also hugged the woman, smiling as she greeted her.

“Now, this little one hiding in your arms can’t be my great granddaughter can it? There’s no way she’s that big yet.” The woman told him. Austin let out a laugh, digging his fingers into his daughters side to get her to giggle and look at him.

“I feel the same way, Grandma. Where did my little eight pound, fifteen ounce baby go.” He said. “Emmie, can you say hi to your Great Grandma?” The baby gave a shy smile and waved her little hand at her.

“It’s about snack time for her and you’re a new person.” He explained. “You met Vix last year, yeah? Contrary to her sister’s belief we are still very much in love and married.” Vix nudged her husband as if to tell him to stop as she popped a couple buttons on her shirt and reached for her daughter. As if she knew, a little hand wrapped around her bra and gave a tug.

“Hey now, let’s go get comfy then you can eat, okay?” She murmured. She politely nodded at her husband and his grandmother before going back to the couch and cradling the baby against her chest so she could nurse.

“She’s still nursing?” She heard his grandmother ask.

“Yeah, trying to go to her first birthday. She mostly eats what we eat now that she’s got teeth. Doing this baby led weaning thing, but she still nurses a couple hours after every meal and at bedtime.” Austin explained. “Had to buy a chest freezer for the garage just for what she’s pumped though. I think she said something about donating it if we don’t use it.”

“That’s right.” Vix answered. “There’s a whole organization for mothers who either don’t produce enough, or dried up too fast. Which is nice for women like me, who overproduce.”

Eventually everyone found their way to the living room as Emerson finished nursing, cuddling up against her mom as Austin sat down beside her. Both of them could tell she was ready for her morning nap, so he took her to try to keep her awake through presents.

“Someone is about to be down for the count.” He told his sister, nodding towards his daughter.

“I think we better let Emmie open hers first.” Loren announced. “Looks like we’re about to be down a North.” With a nod of agreement from everyone, Austin helped his daughter open presents, starting the paper and enjoying watching her laugh as she ripped the rest of it off. Vix was surprised to see that there were very few toys, mostly books and clothes she could grow into, but Emerson enjoyed it nonetheless, squealing when her eyes landed on every item that was under the colorful paper.

Everyone took turns opening their gifts, Loren taking a sleeping Emmie while Austin opened his, happy to snuggle with her niece. It took them a better part of an hour to get through everyone but finally there was one gift left.

“This is for you.” Austin told his wife, handing her the box. Cautiously, she unwrapped it giving him a confused look when in the box she found denture adhesive and an appointment card.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“That is an appointment for you to get your teeth fixed. Everything is already paid for.” He said. “I want to see you smile again, Baby. Genuinely smile. It doesn’t matter to me if your teeth are fake or not. You take such good care of them for them to still be breaking and causing you pain all the time and pregnancy just made them worse. So next month, Mom and Dad are gonna watch Emmie for a couple days while you have your surgery, then by Easter you’re going to have your smile back.” Vix felt her eyes water as she looked at her husband before pulling him in to kiss him.

“What did I do to deserve you.” She murmured. “You are the sweetest man I know.”

“I love you, Baby. Merry Christmas.” He told her, bringing their lips together again.

— — — — — —

“How is this even possible?” Austin’s voice brought his wife out of her thoughts. Balloons and streamers of various shades of pink and green filled their backyard, a table with all sorts of food and cake stood against the fence, with another for presents next to it. This was all just confirming what they knew, their daughter was a year old. Soon, family and friends would be arriving to celebrate the toddler, who was napping in her room.

“I know. This time last year we were in the hospital with a nine hour old. Time flew by.” She sighed. “And 24 hours before that I was bitching that she wouldn’t come out.”

“The look on your face when you told me your water broke is forever stuck in my mind.” He laughed “If you could have mean mugged the floor any harder, like it was it’s fault you were going into labor.”

“It’s bad that I miss being pregnant right?” She asked. “I miss having a little baby to take care of. She’s a toddler now, and so fiercely independent it’s not funny.”

“It’s not a bad thing.” He told her. “It’s means you’re being nostalgic. I was thinking about how we found out you were pregnant the other day.”

“I didn't even tell you.” She laughed. “You saw the tests and then said that glaring at them wasn’t going to change the result.”

“Then you yelled at me for joking.” He mused. “For the record, I am so glad that two percent was on our side. Who knows how long it’ll take us to get the next one. Y’know when you decide you’re ready for one.”

“Not now.” She said. “But soon, probably.”

“I’m gonna go get your grandma. I’m sure Rudy and Haven will be here first.” He told her, leaning down to press their lips together. “It’s weird that all your friends made connections and are dating my friends. Just so you know”

“It’s not weird because Alexis and Chase are the only ones where your friends didn’t make the first move” she teased. “It took Rudy almost three months to convince Haven to go on a date with him.”

“Okay, I’ll be back. Have the birthday girl ready?” He told her.

“Of course.” She smiled.

By the time Austin returned, the backyard was full of their family and friends and he could hear his daughter squealing from the kitchen. He made sure his grandmother in law was settled in a patio chair, his mother rushing over to greet them and have a chat with the older woman. She hugged her son tightly before whispering in his ear with a smile.

“Her dad did show up, and he’s already made a couple of snarky comments about Emmie, I’d go find your wife if I were you. Rudy’s holding his girlfriend back from starting a fight.” She told him.

“Okay.” He sighed. “Wish me luck.”

He wandered around the backyard until he found his wife hiding in a corner with Drew, who was trying to calm her down. Austin placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, looking over at his wife who was clearly on the verge of a panic attack.

“I had to get her away from him before he sent her into a full spiral.” Drew explained. Austin gave him a nod moving so he was standing in front of his wife.

“Drew, can you go get me a bottle of water? I’ve got it from here.” He asked. As soon as Drew walked away he was face to face with his wife, reading her expression with worried eyes. “Are we okay?”

“I don’t know. He made a big deal about finally getting to meet his granddaughter and he’s being so mean.” She said, tears welling up in her eyes. He let out a sigh.

“What did he say, Baby?” He whispered. “I can’t help if I don’t know.”

“He uh, he made a comment about her size. She’s a regular sized one year old, and he said she was fat and took after me.” She sniffled. “And he made a comment about her hair being wild. Like, we can’t help that. She’s got your thin ass hair and my curls.”

“You’re right. She’s well within the weight range for her age, hell if anything she’s on the lower side because she’s tall. But it doesn’t matter, she could be the chunkiest baby on the planet and she would still be perfect.” He told her. “And we’re working on her hair. It’s thin and it tangles and it’s curly as hell. It’s not long enough to put up yet and she’s going through a phase of no headbands right now. She’s perfect because she’s ours. I’ll talk to your dad.”

“Okay.” She mumbled, no longer looking him in the eye. His finger found its way under her chin, tilting her face to look at him.

“Hey.” He murmured. “I love you. He can’t hurt you if I’m here, okay? Just stay right here while I go talk to him and I’ll send Haven over here to you.” He brought his lips to hers, smiling softly as he pulled away.

True to his word, Austin stopped at Rudy and Haven and pointed over to his wife, asking her friend if she’d go sit with her while he handled the situation. He found the bearded man standing and talking to his own father and took a deep breath as he walked towards them.

“Hey it’s Brad, right?” He stuck his hand out to shake his. “I’m Austin. I’m the one married to your daughter, Daddy to the birthday girl.” Surely he could fake nice for a moment.

“Oh, I thought that tall one she walked off with was her husband.” He stated.

“No, that’s my best friend Drew.” Austin glanced back over his shoulder at his wife and her best friend. “I have a question for you though. Why the hell would you make a big deal about meeting your granddaughter, fly from Minnesota to California and then the first thing you do is insult her?”

“I was just making a point. Tori is being dramatic as usual.” Her dad told him. “She never did have control over her emotions.” Austin saw red then. He had tried to be nice at first, but hearing his father in law claim his wife’s anxiety disorder was just her “being emotional” pissed him off. Rudy should have let Haven throw hands.

“First off, she hasn’t gone by that in over twelve years. Her name is Vix” Austin told him through gritted teeth. He was sure his dad was picking up on the tension now. “Second, you said my daughter was fat like her mother. Let’s get one thing straight, Brad, my daughter is well within the healthy range of weight for her age. You insulted her hair of all things. It’s thin, it gets tangled, and it’s curly as hell just like her mothers. It’s not long enough for us to pull back yet, and she hates having things on her head. We are doing the best we can with that. Finally, if I ever hear you call my wife’s anxiety disorder her being dramatic or emotional again, I will not hesitate to hit you.”

Vix’s dad just stood there shocked at the younger man’s outburst. He could feel everyone watching him and he didn’t really care. He wasn’t about to let someone who hadn’t physically or emotionally been present for his wife for twenty three years walk all over her, and he wasn’t going to let him insult his baby girl.

“And one last thing.” Austin told him. “This Brad, standing next to you. That’s my father. As far as I’m concerned he’s Emerson’s only grandfather. He’s been active in her life since the moment she came into this world. She’s got her Poppy, she doesn’t need some low life who gets his kicks insulting her and her mother around. I’m far from a perfect parent. I’ll be the first one to admit it, but I love my daughter unconditionally. She’s never going to have to be talked down from an anxiety attack because of me, that’s for damn sure. Enjoy the party.”

He made his way back over to his wife, wrapping her in his arms and pressing his lips against her head. Vix all but melted at the embrace, trying to calm her breathing again.

“Hey it’s okay.” He murmured gently. “Just stick with me and we don’t have to talk to him the whole time, okay. And if he acts up again, Haven has full permission to punch him.”

“I just don’t understand how someone as nice as my stepmother can be married to him.” She sighed. “I don’t want him around her, but she’s more than welcome to be.”

“If that’s what you want, baby. Then so be it. Now, I think I have grill duty to get to. Where’s Emmie?” He told her.

“Last I saw her, Drew took off with her towards the house. I think he thought it was going to get physical and he didn’t want her to see it.” She told him. “I’ll go get her, I need a moment.”

“Okay. Come back out when you’re ready.” He kissed her head again before they separated with him heading towards the grill and her towards the house.

Realistically, the party went off fairly well. There was another incident of Vix’s father insulting her and a screaming match between the two of them, with Haven about .02 seconds from decking the older man, but when Austin’s father stepped in and firmly told her dad it was time for him to leave, he listened, grumbling about how she was just dramatic and he didn’t do anything wrong. Austin’s mother offered to take Vix’s grandmother back to her assisted living facility twenty minutes away, and by the time everything was cleaned up and Rudy and Haven had left, Vix and Austin were both exhausted. She’d collapsed onto the couch with a beer while he put their daughter to bed, surprised when footsteps came down the stairs a lot sooner than normal.

“She was out before we even got to our book.” He told her as he joined her on the couch. “I don’t think I’ve been this tired since we brought her home.”

“Me either.” She sighed. “It was a day, emotionally and physically, I’m exhausted.”

“I need a shower but I don’t want to get up. I smell like I stood in the grill.” He told her. “And I have glitter in unmentionable places.”

“Welcome to being a girl dad.” She laugh. “The glitter just multiplies from here. C’mon, let’s go take a shower.”

“Then can we be boring parents and go to bed at eight pm?” He asked.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

— — — — — —

“Hey,” Vix’s voice was soft as she wrapped an arm around her husbands waist. “You doing okay? I know you were close.”

“Yeah. I’m okay. It hurts, but I’m okay.” He told her. “I just, have all these memories growing up with him. It sucks that Emmie isn’t gonna get to grow up with him, y’know?”

The pair were standing on the smokers patio of the funeral home where they were currently at for his grandfather’s visitation. Their two year old daughter was inside, having chosen to stay with Loren when Vix had decided to check on her husband after he’d gone out to get air fifteen minutes before. He’d been close with his grandfather, she knew that and this was hard for him.

“I get that. I went through that thought process about my own grandfather when she was born.” She told him. “But he got two years with her, baby. Even if the first year was only over FaceTime, he got to enjoy her for two years and he lived a really full life, if you think about it. Five kids, fifteen grandchildren, one very awesome great granddaughter.”

“And another two on the way.” He laughed. “He didn’t even get to find out about this one.” His hand on her abdomen, despite not showing yet. They hadn’t told anyone yet, not even their daughter that they were expecting again. It had once again been a slip up, but they weren’t complaining at all.

“One of your cousins?” She asked, “because I know it’s not Loren.” He gave her a small smile, nodding.

“Yeah, Alex and his wife, Katie.” He told her. “They only told me because she was feeling nauseous and I offered a couple tips to help.”

“Did you tell them?” She asked. She wasn’t angry, of course, just curious.

“I might have let it slip that we’re dealing with the same thing.” He said. “I know my aunt made tuna salad for this meal after the funeral, and I know fish is one of the things that is off putting right now, so this is your warning.”

“We should go back inside.” She told him. He nodded, taking her hand before leading them back inside to greet the many more relatives that had arrived. After hugs and hellos had been given, Vix could see easily that their toddler was getting overwhelmed, lifting the teary eyed girl from her aunt and motioning to her husband that she was going back outside with her. He gave her a nod before coming over to kiss his daughter's face.

“I know, bug, it’s a lot. Go outside with Mama and Daddy will be there in a minute, okay?” He told her, knowing full well that she wasn’t going to handle being with her mom for very long. She was a daddy’s girl through and through. Vix walked out with their daughter, bouncing her slightly on her hip. Eventually, he joined them outside, sitting in the swing beside them as she sniffled into her mothers dress.

“Hey pretty girl, come see Daddy.” He held his hands out to her smiling when she crawled over to him to sit in his lap. She settled her head against him, still sniffling softly. “You know you are being so brave for us today, Emmie. All these new people? They’re your family, just like Pop Pop was, and he sure loved you. Everyday, he asked for pictures of you.”

“And your great grandpa Miller? He would have thought you were amazing. His joy was his grandkids and great grandkids.” Vix continued for him. That seemed to help, to comfort the toddler on her fathers lap.

“Hey, Emmie?” Austin murmured against her head. “Can Mama and Daddy tell you a secret?” picking up what he was hinting at, his wife smiled at him and gently poked their daughter’s nose.

“You can’t tell Gigi, Poppy, or Lolo though, okay? It’s just between Emmie, Mama and Daddy.” She said. “You’re gonna be a big sister right after your birthday.”

“Mhm.” Austin hummed. “Mama’s has your baby brother or sister in her belly. So you have to be gentle, okay? What do you think, Emmie? Is it a brother or sister?” The toddler made a face as if she was thinking before she whispered a “brother” to her parents.

“Yeah, you want a baby brother? Mama has a baby brother, Uncle Caleb. He’s pretty great huh.” Vix said. “And I think Lolo would agree, baby brothers are pretty great.”

“Yeah, I do agree with that. Especially when they know their baby girl is overwhelmed and needs to be comforted.” Loren’s voice came out of nowhere, shocking the couple.

“Loren.” Austin’s voice was almost a whine.

“Don’t worry, Austin.” She told him. “Your secrets are safe with me. When are you due, though?”

“Middle of March.” Vix smiled. “The 16th.”

“Cute.” She said. “Mom sent me out to tell you they’re starting the service.”

“We’ll be right in.” He confirmed.

— — — — — —

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Austin’s voice was rushed and filled with panic as he entered the exam room. Vix let out a pained chuckle and gave him a weak smile.

“Got some bruised ribs, a fucked up ankle. I’m okay.” She told him. “Emmie is in room 11, where’s Parker?”

“Loren was at the house when the paramedic called me. She’s with him.” He said. “Didn’t think bringing a four month old to the hospital was a good idea. What happened?”

“Brakes went out at a red light.” She whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey don’t be sorry.” His face softened. “I don’t care about the car. I care about if my girls are okay. Have you heard anything about Emmie?”

“The doctor came in to talk to me, said she’s got a cut on her head that needs stitches, probably from broken glass. But other than that she’s okay, probably going to have some bruises, but because we’re so anal about their car seats, it did it’s job.” She explained. “They had me sign a paper so they can do the stitches, but they were waiting for you because they have to put her out for them and it’s easier if there’s a parent.” He sighed softly.

“Okay. I’ll be back, then. What are they doing for your ankle?” He questioned

“It’s just fractured, so a boot until it’s healed then a follow up with the orthopedic doctor. I can’t be up on it too much for a week.” She sighed. “Go to your daughter please, I would like to go home.”

When they got home, Austin carried Emmie inside since she was still groggy from being put under while Vix hobbled behind them on her crutches. He made sure they were comfortable on the couch before going upstairs to find his mom and Loren had switched places.

“Loren called. As soon as she said there was an accident, I was in the car. She went to pick up dinner for you.” She explained, handing his son to him. “Are they okay?”

“Emmie has 15 stitches along her hairline starting from her ear to her forehead. The car seat did it’s job. I’ve already ordered a new one too. And one for Parker even though he wasn’t in the car, his extra car seat was. Vix has a broken ankle and bruised ribs. Seeing what the car looked like, they’re so damn lucky.” He told her. “I better get him downstairs before he yells at us that he’s hungry.”

“Hand him over.” Vix announced the moment her husband walked into the living room, making grabby hands for the baby. “Please, my boobs are like rocks.”

“Here, he’s giving me that look. I’ve been getting a lot of dms asking if you and Emmie are okay.” He told her as he handed him over.

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. You’re a worried dad and husband.” She said. “But if it’ll make you feel better.”

“I’m gonna.” He told her. “And when you’re healed up we’ll go look for a new car.”

Vix gave him a small smile as she fed their son and he typed out an Instagram post, making sure to thank the doctors and paramedics in it. Loren eventually came back with dinner, hugging her sister in law tightly and then snuggling with her niece as she ate.

“Whoever did her stitches did a good job.” She noted. “I bet she hardly scars.”

“They had a plastic surgeon come in. He was really great too. Explained to her in words she could understand, you know. They were going to give her medicine to make her go to sleep and then he was going to fix her head and when she woke up she’d be at home.” Austin sighed. “But man, hearing her cry like that when I walked into the room hurt.”

“Of course it did, Aus. That’s your baby girl and she was scared and hurt and until that moment she didn’t have either of her parents.” His mom said. “Do you remember your first time getting stitches?”

“I don’t.” He confirmed. “I remember getting them in high school, but not before.”

“Well it’s that scar on the back of your head. Loren shoved you into the corner of the cabinets in Ohio. You were probably two years old.” She explained. “That was the first time I had to take either of you to the emergency room. Loren never even apologized to you for it.”

“I’d do it again.” Loren said. “Maybe harder, you were being annoying.” Vix snorted in laughter at her sister in law, getting a glare and harsh tug on her boob from her son.

“When I was four years old I pulled a folding chair out from under my sister. Made her crack her head open on the counter behind her.” She laughed. “She probably deserved it. My sister sucks now and sucked then.”

“What is the age difference between you and your sister?” Loren asked. “I’ve been curious.”

“Two years, five months. She was born in December 1993 and I was born May of 1996.” Vix explained. “She’s never actually been nice to me before in her life. Austin can confirm, when I was pregnant with Emmie she was saying all kinds of rude shit and she started back up when we announced we were having Parker.”

“I was surprised when you told us about Parker, and Loren knew for a month before you told us.” Karen laughed.

“Loren walked in on us telling Emmie, though. She wasn’t supposed to know.” Austin told her. “We were surprised to find out about Parker.”

“That we were.” Vix confirmed. “We were so careful after we had Emmie to prevent it from happening until we knew we were ready. Like, we had just started talking about maybe trying and then I thought Emmie brought the stomach flu home from daycare.”

“You guys should have seen the look on her face when I suggested she was pregnant.” Austin laughed. “I was literally holding her hair back at 4am and was like “you don’t think?” And I got the dirtiest look.”

“I’m sorry Karen, excuse my language.” Vix said. “What he actually got was a dirty look and a “Austin Michael if you finish that fucking sentence you won’t be able to have anymore.” Like six hours later he very timidly slid a clearblue across the counter at me.”

“And I was right!” He told them. “Like his sister though, he was a very welcome surprise.”

“You cried when we found out he was a boy.” Vix teased. “Harder than you cried when we found out Emmie was a girl.”

“Because I was convinced he was another girl.” He defended. “Which I would have been thrilled about, by the way. It took me by surprise the moment the doctor placed him on your chest and said it’s a boy.”

“God, the nurse was so annoying after he was born. I thought you were going to punch her.” She told him.

“If she asked me one more time to sign the paper to circumcise him, I probably would have.” He sighed. “Like, sorry Linda, but we decided way before he was born and knew he was a boy that we weren’t doing that. He’s perfect the way he is.”

“She tried to reason that it would be better for him when he was sexually mature.” Vix rolled her eyes. “Like that’s still well over a decade away and personally, I’ve never been with a man that was, and that’s got me two kids so obviously it doesn’t matter.”

“This is probably way too much information but apparently it, like, desensitizes to an extent. Like, I’ve talked about it with the guys.” Austin told them “I’m the only one who’s not, I guess, in the friend group. Drew and Rudy apparently last longer because it takes them longer because it’s like, not as sensitive.”

“Well I can confirm you’ve never had an issue with lasting.” Vix assured him. “And like I’ve said, you’ve given me two beautiful children.”

“I think.” He started. “If anyone has given anyone beautiful kids, it’s you. You did all the hard work, Mama. Two kids, each almost nine pounds, in labor for more than twelve hours both times. And you did it unmedicated.”

“If we have a third, we’re doing it at home.” She told him. “Because while you’re hot when you’re mean, being threatened with a c section because I’m “not getting him out fast enough” is bullshit. Fuck that doctor.”

— — — — — —

“The bride was gorgeous, but the flower girl was adorable.” Austin told his wife as she nursed their son. They were sitting in a beautifully decorated barn in Ketchikan, watching as Rudy twirled his wife around the dance floor and Henning, who’d taken a sweet spot for the blonde four year old, was dancing with Emmie.

“Mhm.” She hummed in agreement. “Ow, Parker Thomas Michael. Mama’s boob is not a chew toy. Either be nice or we’re done.”

“He’s a biter, huh?” Austin mused, glancing at his son who was definitely looking more like his father the closer he got to his first birthday, now only a week away.

“He’s a sweetheart until he latches on and then it’s chomp the nipple time I guess.” She said “I love nursing, don’t get me wrong, it’s helped me bond with both of them, but I miss alcohol.”

“You’ve spent half of our marriage breastfeeding.” He told her. “I think you deserve a glass of champagne.”

“Maybe.” She hummed, “Gotta let him finish first though and I have to make a speech. I can’t believe Rudy finally convinced Haven to marry him.”

“I mean, it took longer than expected, but not everyone is us and gets married the weekend after they get engaged.” He teased. “And she’s not 24 weeks pregnant like you were.”

“I don’t regret our marriage or how we got married at all. It just fits us. God, can you believe that was four years ago.” She told him. “We’ve done pretty good for ourselves.”

“That we have. I want you guys to come with me this summer.” He told her. “To London, when I go to film.”

“You want to take a toddler and preschooler to London?” She asked.

“Well you haven’t gotten to go with me since before Emmie was born, and that was a technicality because you were working. And right when we were going to take Emmie with us, we found out about Parker.” He explained. “Plus I think they’d enjoy it. Emmie loves going on planes, and Parker did just fine coming up here”

“A flight to London is a lot longer than a flight to Ketchikan, bub.” She said. “We can do it, but we’ll have to have layovers or our kids will be terrible the whole time.”

“I can work it out with the production people.” He confirmed. “Looks like he’s done.”

“Mhm. You want him?” She asked. He held his hands out for the toddler, settling him in his lap.

If you’d have asked her five years ago if she’d be married with two kids at this time, she would have laughed. She’d been twenty five, moving nearly 800 miles from home for a job doing what she loved. She could remember the dm she’d gotten sitting in the airport in Indianapolis, wearing her Honest Society sweatshirt, having tagged the company in her Instagram story. It simply said “Charleston, huh? 👀'' then came the shocking one, when the next message came from his personal account stating “by the way, I’m the only one not busy this afternoon with preproduction, so I have been chosen to pick you up from the airport. Look for the same hoodie you’re wearing.”

She could remember laughing with him on the drive to her apartment, thankful he knew the way because he lived on the third floor. If she’d had known how fast they’d become friends, or that just six weeks later they’d share a moment that would change their lives forever, well she didn’t think she would go back and change it. Especially not now as she was watching that same light brunette pull belly laughs from their son from across the table.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Austin’s voice brought her out of her thoughts, grinning at her from across the table. “You look like you’re in a whole other world.”

“Just thinking. Remembering the day we met.” She told him. “If I had known that day that this is where we would end up, I wouldn’t believe it.”

“I’m glad it is where we ended up.” He told her. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She hummed. “I’m so glad this is where we ended up, bub. I just can’t imagine spending my life with anyone but you.”

— — — — — —

“Which one do you think it is?” Austin’s voice was barely a whisper as he laid next to his wife in bed. The alarm clock said it was only 11:30, but both kids had been in their rooms since 8:30. Now, little footsteps were making their way down the hall to their room.

“Has to be Emmie, they’re too heavy for Parker.” She told him. “I think she’s just nervous, Baby. Tomorrow is a big day for her.”

“Don’t remind me.” He whined. “I’ve been emotional all day, my sister laughed at me.”

“That’s to be expected Austin. It’s your baby girl's first day of kindergarten. I’d be shocked if you didn’t cry.” She murmured. “But we both know she’s coming in here for you.”

With that, Austin rolled out of bed and stepped into the hallway just in time to scoop his daughter into his arms before murmuring something in her ear as they walked back towards her room.

Vix had to have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew the alarm was going off telling her it was 5:30 and to get a start on breakfast. She didn’t know if her husband had come back to bed last night, but her question was answered when she peeked into her daughter's room and found him curled up next to her, a hand on her back soothingly. She tiptoed around to him to wake him up, smiling as he wiped the sleep from his eyes and joined her in the hallway.

By the time breakfast was done and the kids were dressed, Austin had successfully packed his daughters lunch for the day. He was trying not to let his nerves get the better of him but everything flew out the window when he opened his front door to find his parents and sister there, ready to see Emmie off for her first day of school.

“How we holding up, Aus?” His sister teased. “First day of kindergarten, I can’t believe that.”

“Me either.” He said. “I’m gonna be nervous until she gets off the bus this afternoon.”

“She’s going to do great” his mom told him. “She’s smart, just like her daddy.”

“Okay” Vix’s voice broke through. “Are we ready to take pictures so we can get our girl off to school?”

Pictures were taken — one of her by herself, one with his parents, one with his parents and Loren, one just of her and Loren and one of her, Austin, and Vix. Then, Austin loaded her and Parker into the car and they headed towards the elementary school. They dropped Parker off at daycare first, then they got to walk their daughter to her classroom, making sure to give her plenty of encouraging words as they said goodbye.

Austin managed to hold himself together until they got back to their car, then it was game over. Vix just smiled at him softly and let him sniffle for a while until she took his hand.

“Hey look at this way.” She said. “We get to do this all over again in three years with Parker.”

“I know.” He let out a watery laugh. “I’ll be a mess then too.”

“I’m sure you will.” She told him. “But nothing is going to beat how big of a mess you’ll be three years after that when we do it for the last time.” Austin froze, turning to look at his wife.

“What are you talking about?” He questioned.

“Remember last week when I went over to Rudy and Haven’s because she was panicking?” She asked. He gave her a nod. “Well, I took a test with her for moral support, just because. And both of them came back positive.”

“Haven and Rudy?” He asked. She grinned and nodded. “Oh my god it’s about damn time, he’s been trying to convince her since Emmie was eight months old.”

“I know we only planned on having the two, but it wouldn’t be our relationship if we didn’t get thrown a curveball once and a while.” She said. “If I did the math right, we’re due the first week of June.”

“I don’t care about when their birthday is, I care that they’re healthy.” He told her. “A third baby, oh my god.”

“Glad we have four bedrooms huh.” She laughed. “Hey, I love you.”

“I love you. More than words can say. Nearly six years of marriage, two amazing kids. A third one on the way. I’m so glad Val made me come get you from the airport that day. I don’t think she realized she was introducing me to my soulmate.”

“I’ve never thought about it like that.” She said. “If that’s what happened, I’m pretty damn glad it’s you.”

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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“That’s nice, baby,” Isabelle hummed.

Simon smiled as he kept massaging her feet.

“Oh, that’s it,” Isabelle moaned.

“Izzy, stop it!” Jace complained from the arm chair. “You’ll wake them up.”

The blonde man was holding his daughters, one in each arm. It should have looked awkward. But Jace somehow made it work. He actually looked rather comfortable. Stupid Herondales genes.

“Shut up, Jace!” Izzy said. “My feet are killing me. And I haven’t been wearing heels for weeks now.”

“If I knew getting you pregnant would have gotten rid of them, I would have done it long time ago,” Simon chuckled.

Izzy smacked him on the head but smiled nevertheless. He kinda liked it when she was shorter than him. But the height didn’t matter. He knew Isabelle towered over him in every possible way.

It wasn’t a complaint. He wasn’t jealous. Since the moment he had met her, he had only ever been in awe of Isabelle Lightwood.

“I blame it on Clary, you know,” Izzy wrinkled her nose. “She got me pregnant.”

Jace, who was gingerly bouncing Lexi - or Selena? - stopped and stared. “What?”

“She is the one who kept sending me cute videos of the twins. I caught baby fever!!” Izzy said angrily. “Clary got me pregnant.”

“Surely there is a better way to phrase that,” Jace muttered. “Did you get the ultrasound?”

“We are not supposed to do that! It’s mundane medicine, Jace!” Isabelle said. “Clary broke the rules.”

“Doing things she isn’t supposed to be doing is Clary’s thing,” Jace shrugged. “I don’t know what you expected from her.”

“You’re gonna have your hands full with those two,” Izzy snickered. “Literally.”

Jace kissed his babies on the head, two for each. “It would be my absolute pleasure.”

“But we did go to the silent brothers,” Simon pointed out.

“But how do they even know the sex of the baby?” Jace asked curiously.

“I have a theory!”

“They don’t have x-ray vision, Simon!” Izzy rolled her eyes. “Jem was messing with you.”

Simon didn't believe her. Jem was a decent guy. Surely he wasn’t into pranks like the rest of his friends. Besides, it would be really disappointing if silent brothers didn’t have x-ray vision.

“So?” Jace prompted.

“It’s a girl,” Izzy said.

Jace grinned. “Clary owes me 5 dollars.”

“Only 5?” Simon asked. “Y’all cheap.”

“We are parents now,” Jace pointed out. “Do you have any idea how much diapers cost, man? A lot!”

Simon laughed. “I guess I'll know soon enough.”

He gently lifted Izzy’s foot and laid a kiss. She ran her hands through his hair softly.

“We’ve been thinking,” Izzy said gently. “We are going to name her Georgia.”

Jace, who was blowing raspberries at Selena - Or Lexi? - looked up at her and gave her that brilliant grin Simon used to hate. “I love it.”

“You do?” Simon asked.

They had a long chat about it. Simon had even bought a book of baby names. But even as they went through all 80 pages of it, both of them knew. Both of them knew it could be nothing other than this one.

“In greek, it means earth and soil,” Jace pointed out. “I feel like it suits her.”

“You don’t even know her yet,” Simon accused. “Also, since when did you speak greek??”

Jace only shrugged. “I love the name. As long as none of you name your children Jonathan or Christopher, I would love them all. I love Georgia. Let the name Jonathan Christopher die with me, please.”

Simon looked up at Izzy. She was grinning like mad. In that moment, Simon quietly sent a quick thank you to Raziel for helping him find Isabelle Lightwood - once at the beginning and then all over again the second time.

“You are going to love Georgia, alright,” Izzy said, his angel and his devil. “Georgia Christopher Lightwood-Lovelace.”

LBAF: Days Past: Georgia

#not sizzy naming their kid to piss of jace #I stan such iconic behaviour #ALSO GIGI IS THE BEST YOU SHALL SEE #lbaf #dani writes stuff

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boqvistsbabe · 3 years

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His Baby Girl - Matthew Tkachuk

So here is the Matty fic I’ve been talking about forever. I’m sorry it’s taken so long, I’ve been going through a kind of rough patch so motivation is hard for me to come by. I came up with the idea when I was going through some intense baby fever. Also grammar and formatting will be bad, and i probably won’t fix it just for times sake. I hope y’all like it.

Word count: 1,170

Warnings: brief mentions of birth (not in detail), pregnancy, maybe some swearing

Disclaimer: ya girl has never had a child before and I haven’t really been around anyone that was pregnant (except for as a child) and the ones I have been near had complications (everything ended fine) and it was years ago so I don’t remember much. I also do not want to do a lot of research for this cause that makes me loose motivation, so this will probably not be super accurate on the pregnancy/birth part.

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Your body was completely exhausted. You had two days till your due date and you felt like you were about to pop. Matt had been the best help around the house and with you. He had been able to take on most of the workload when your doctor told you it was time to stop doing physical things. He had taken your intense and sometimes aggressive mood swings in stride.

Your water broke in the middle of the night. In the middle of the one night you had actually gotten to sleep on time in the last few weeks. Because despite being achy and tired most of the time, you still couldn’t manage to fall asleep when you got in bed. You had tonight though. It took all of a second to wake your sleeping husband up. He looked half dead and you felt bad, but you kind of didn’t have a choice.

“Matt, baby, my water broke we need to go to the hospital.” You spoke with a slight urgency in your voice.

“Mkay let me get the stuff out to the car then I can help you out there. Do not and I repeat, do not try and go down those stairs without me.” Was his mumbled response as he got out of bed and slipped a tshirt on. He put some shoes on and left the room.

The stuff you would need to go to the hospital was by the front door so it was ready to go whenever. You had double and triple checked the bags to make sure you had absolutely everything you could possibly need. The car seat was already in the car so Matt didn’t have to worry about that.

Matt returned moments later, “ the car is running and everything is in it except you,” he said as he walked over to where you had sat on the edge of the bed after changing into some clean sweats.

You were halfway to the hospital and you were stressed. You were worried you weren’t gonna be a good enough mom. What if you failed your kid? What if they hated you?

“Matt,” There was a sense of urgency in your voice that you didn’t mean to let slip, “what if I’m not a good mom?”

“Baby, look at me. You are going to be the best mom and I know it. You have been able to take care of me when I wasn’t feeling well. You’ve helped Taryn with stuff not even mom could help her with. Brady comes to you before he even thinks about coming to me. You’ve even helped the guys on the team when they didn’t know who else to go to. You are an amazing person and you’re going to be an even better mother. I promise you.”

You had tears in your eyes as you brought your intertwined hands up to your lips to press a soft kiss to Matt’s hand. The rest of the drive was silent except for the soft music that filled the car.

You cried tears of joy when you heard your daughters first cry reach your ears. After eight hours of labor and two hours of pushing, your baby girl had finally entered the world.

Matt was sure his heart was going to burst. As he saw the two of them together, his heart swelled. He didn’t think he could love her anymore than he already did, but he does. There you, his wife, was holding your baby girl. His baby girl. He was a father.

“Hey Dad? Do you wanna hold your daughter?” You asked him. When he looked up to meet your eyes he knew you could see the tears there. He silently nodded and moved closer to the bed.

You thought you were going g to die of cuteness as you watched Matt slowly rock back and forth, mumbling nonsense to your daughter.

Matt couldn’t think of anything more he could want in this world. He had an amazing wife and an adorable baby girl. His baby girl. She already had him wrapped around her little finger. She looked just like him too. Bright blue eyes and blonde tufts of hair on her head.

When you got home from the hospital you were both exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go to bed. Well that’s the way you felt. You were sore and achy and Matt, well Matt looked alive. Well maybe not looked it, but he was certainly acting more like it than you were. You were all three cuddled up in your bed. Matt was holding your daughter on his chest as he ran a large hand up and down her back. You were about to die from cuteness overload and you weren’t complaining.

Matt couldn’t still couldn’t believe it. He was a dad. He was a father. A father to the beautiful baby girl you had decided to name Isabella May Tkachuk. Or Bella for short. He didn’t think he could love anyone as much as he loved you, but that was before Bella came along.

When you woke up the next morning you were alone. Your husband wasn’t next to you and your daughter was missing from the bassinet next to your bed. And the clock read eleven o’clock. It seems that Matt decided to let you sleep in while you could. As you padded slowly down the stairs you could hear Matt talking. When you rounded the corner and saw him sitting on the couch watching some old game tape of his, with Bella on his bare chest as he explained what was going on to her; even though he knew she couldn’t understand a thing he was saying. You just about melted right then and there. Then when he gently pressed a kiss to her forehead and told your daughter that he loved her, you did melt.

“Morning Matty,” you mumbled as you walked around the couch and gingerly sat next to him.

“Mornin baby.” He looked over at you with a big smile.

“Already teaching her how to play?” You asked him.

“Of course. She’s a natural I just know it.”

“Think she’s gonna be as good as her dad?”

“She’s gonna be better. She’s gonna be a household name. Isabella Tkachuk greatest hockey player ever. I can see it now.”

“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves yet. Maybe we should start with breakfast.”

“Mmm, it’s already on the table ready whenever you are.”

“Thank you baby. After I eat I’ll feed Bella.”

“Mmkay.” Was all you got in response as you walked into the kitchen.

Matt doesn’t think he’ll ever get over his little Isabella. With her sparkling blue eyes and her mother’s nose. He was obsessed. And he already knew he was gonna have to worry about boy or girl drama with his baby. His little girl. His baby girl. Isabella May Tkachuk had his whole heart and he was okay with that. Cause she was his baby girl.

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Sorry that this took forever to come out. And on top of that it wasn’t that great. Here it is though. I hope y’all enjoyed it even with how shitty it turned out. I also have another Matty Dad fic that hopefully I can get out in the next few weeks. <— that one is the one that’s actually on my WIP list.

Tagging some friends: @jamiedrysdales @joshsandersons @pierreslucdubois @bowenbyram @stickrabbits @workhorsefromwhitehorse24 @calgarycanuck

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mischievoushiddleston · 3 years

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Plot: Loki and Bucky spend a night of passion with a woman. It was supposed to be just one night, but the three don't know yet that one night wouldn't be enough for Bucky, Loki and Y/N...

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Chapter 7

„What do you wear in Asgard? Is it warm or cold there right now?“ Y/N was trying to pack clothes into her suitcase. Loki and Bucky stood to the side and watched their pregnant friend scurry across the room. She tried to close the suitcase but failed and the men laughed. „Why are you laughing?“ She asked, slightly sour.

„It’s just cute what worries you have.“ Explained Loki.

„It’s cute? I’ll show you cute in a minute. I’m going to Asgard for the first time and I’m about to meet your mom too.“ She said excitedly to Loki. Bucky walked over to her and gave her a reassuring hug.

„It’s going to be okay, doll.“ He tried to reassure her.

„Besides, you don’t have to worry about clothes, there will be plenty of suitable clothing in Asgard and my mother will love you.“ Loki stroked her upper arm. „Just like we love you, though not exactly like this.“ He laughed and Y/N pressed a kiss to Bucky’s and Loki’s lips. „Darling, if you keep this up we’ll never get to Asgard.“ She bit her lip.

„We don’t want that.“ She pulled away from the two men. The two protested, but Y/N just smiled mischievously.

„You’re the devil, doll.“ Bucky groaned and threw his head back. Y/N kissed Bucky passionately and ran her fingers through his brown long hair. Loki stood behind her and pushed her hair aside before kissing her neck.

„Mister Laufeyson, Mister Barnes, and Miss Y/L/N. I have been instructed to report to them that Thor has arrived from Asgard.“ Came FRIDAY’s disembodied voice. The three pulled apart.

„Thank you FRIDAY. Thankfully saved.“ Said Y/N with a smile. She walked back and grabbed a bag, filling it with underwear and toiletries. „I want to make a good first impression of myself, after all.“

„More like bad luck. I wish we had a few more minutes to finish this.“ Puffed Bucky.

„We all know it takes more than a few minutes to finish that. We’ll finish it in Asgard as soon as we have time.“ Y/N promised and headed for the door. When she realized the two men weren’t following her, she turned with a flirtatious smile. „I promise you will be worth the wait, but only if we leave now.“ Bucky and Loki quickly hurried after her and Loki took the bag from her. „Loki, I’m pregnant, not sick.“ Y/N laughed as the three entered the elevator. Loki raised an eyebrow and she knew he wasn’t going to be argued with. The elevator stopped on the 5th floor and they made their way to the common room. Y/N quickly held both of them by their arms and they looked at her questions.

„What’s wrong, Y/N? Are you okay?“ Bucky asked with a concerned look on his face.

„I’m fine.“ She reassured the men and placed a hand on her still flat stomach. „Can we not tell anyone about my pregnancy for now?“ Bucky and Loki looked at each other before looking at Y/N again and nodding. The three entered the room. Wanda, Vision, Steve, and Tony were standing with a blond haired man, Y/N believed must be Thor. He was good looking, but he had broader muscles than Loki and looked nothing like Loki. It was no wonder though, since the two brothers were not related. Thor took large strides toward Loki when he caught sight of him.

„Brother! It’s good to see you again.“ He pulled him into his arms and Loki looked slightly uncomfortable. Thor finally looked to Y/N and Bucky, who were watching the spectacle. „You must be Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lady.“ Thor took her hand and kissed it on the back of her hand. She felt Bucky and Loki tense up beside her. As Thor stepped away from her, Bucky pulled her behind him. „And who are you? I don’t think we’ve been introduced.“ He held out his hand to Bucky. „I am Thor, god of thunder. „0

„Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.“ Introduced himself formally to Bucky, but did not shake his hand. Y/N took one hand in each of theirs, Thor saw it and blinked in confusion, but said nothing in response.

„Now shall we? Mother is waiting for us for sure.“ Thor smiled and Loki nodded. They followed him out onto the terrace. „Heimdall! Open the bifrost!“ Thor shouted. Y/N clung to Loki and Bucky as they were pulled into the Bifrost. Only the symbol of the Bifrost remained etched on the terrace. She opened her eyes only when she felt solid ground beneath her feet. The group stood in a golden observatory, a dark-skinned man with a sword stood in the middle and smiled at her.

„Prince Thor, Prince Loki.“ He nodded respectfully to the two princes. „Welcome to Asgard Lady Y/N and James.“ He greeted them.

„Bucky is quite enough.“ Bucky smiled and Y/N saw Thor looking at him in confusion and muttering something. In front of the observatory there were already three horses waiting for them.

„Sorry, but I was only expecting three people.“ Thor looked at them apologetically.

„That’s all right. I can’t ride why.“ Said Y/N and laughed lightly.

„She will ride with me brother.“ Explained Loki. He helped her onto the horse before swinging up behind her. The group rode through the city and Y/N looked at it in amazement. „You’ll have plenty of time to see the city.“ He whispered in her ear. After a few minutes they had arrived at the great golden palace and were led by Thor into a large hall. The servants were preparing the feast and bowing to the princes. The hall was empty, with only a throne at the end of the room. A gray-haired, elderly man sat on it.

„The lost sheep has returned and has brought guests at once.“ Said the man to Loki as they stopped in front of the throne.

„Odin.“ A beautiful woman, whom Y/N had not noticed until now, admonished him.

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organic-guacamole · 3 years

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episode 209 spoilers below

I'm so late today but here it is

I love EJ, he's finally learning to be happy. I'm so proud.

Ms Jenn = every boomer during zoom calls, like jeez yes we can hear you stop shouting at me.

LOVE THE SUBTLE JOKE ABOUT QUARANTINE "these dark times" "you mean spring break?"

ah yes, remember when we thought covid was just gonna give us a longer spring break? good times

SEBLOS

damn the passive aggressiveness from Carlos and the absolutely over it tone from seb✋

CASWELL COUSINS!!!!! THEY'RE THE BEST!!!!

we needed more if this kind of goofiness for the first part of season 2 that only such an iconic duo can provide.

old old movies-

is it even that old, or is Nini being a gen alpha rn-

i choose to imagine EJ being scared of the movie and hiding in Ashlyn's shoulder while she keeps a straight face and then EJ pretending to be tough afterwards

aww redlyn are soulmates.... yknow, if gingers had souls

(please ignore me)

y'all saw how EJ's face *lit up* when Gina logged on? how dare you tell me he doesn't like her

ofc she's no damsel in distress, she's Gina porter, she's amazing.

so do we think she'd be the type to just glare at suspicious people? or bark at them

do they not know that Rini broke up? or is Ms Jenn just wanting Nini to suffer through her heartbreak to make her a better actress....

speaking of, why is Nini in the call? she's not in the show anymore. Unless she is, even after the rose and the song got cut, which would be so unfair to all those that auditioned properly before she even came back but whatever, she's the main character I get it 🙄

big red is a hero honestly, Nini better thank him for changing the subject like that

I can't-

i won't work you over the break-

this woman would 100% work her kids 24/7 if it was legal and idk how to feel about it.

YES GINA USE THAT CHARM

QUEEN

FRENCH QUEEN

SHE LEARNT FROM THE BEST (antoine obvi)

smh the airport lady, eavesdropping on Gina's call.

The way she was so happy to answer EJ's call, "eej"

I love them your honour.

EJ WITH PAINTED NAILS YES PLEASE

great now we need to see Gina, Ashlyn and EJ having a complete spa day and EJ getting really into it and Gina and Ashlyn take pictures of him when he's laying down in a robe with a mask and cucumbers on his eyes.

finally we get to see Gina's side of portwell

the way she considered it as flirting, this is the sign she asked for in episode 6 come onnnnn

no is Asher/jack really doing tiktok dances in an airport-

Ricky is me. I am burrito.

oh Lynne, sweetie, I'm sorry but the blonde hair is not it

is that even the same lady or-

THE BEAN

THE CHICAGO BEAN

THE BIG OLD METAL BEAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY 😭

jetlag is my go to excuse for anything... I haven't travelled in 2 years.

"welcome to the Lynne and Mike gossip show. where we talk about our depressed son that we both neglect in certain ways! And now a word from our sponsor, Nord VPN..."

SO MANY CANDLES

WHAT DEMON IS LYNNE TRYING TO SUMMON IN HIS ROOM-

is Nina becoming social media obsessed EJ from season 1? AND SHE LIED ABOUT HAVING SONGS TOO PLEASE WHY ARW THEY RECYCLING THE SAME PLOT-

Gina smiling at the picture of her family on Instagram makes me so happy, idek why.

EJ's nails are so pretty, we needed to see it more (unless he had it on for the rest of the episode and I just.... didn't notice🧍🏽‍♀️)

oh not the tiktok kid✋

yes ma'am end this strange mans whole tiktok career

sir take a hint and leave

GINA NO DONT SAY YOUR LAST NAME HE COULD BE A HUMAN TRAFFICKER

Ricky, walking in style✨

weird kid, ok then Lynne, can't you see he's this close to the edge?

not all your fault baby Ricky, Nini sucks a bit more

RICKY YOU DIDN'T COME DOWN HARD ON THE SONG-

YOU ASKED WHAT IT WAS ABOUT AND SHE SHUT YOU DOWN-

PLEASE DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF

ok but the deleting comment thing was very bad

still don't know if I like Jack honestly

hmmm so Nini's calling herself Nini instead of Nina in her little egg seat, while trying to write a song without inspiration.... Nini, honey, Ricky was your muse, he inspired you to write all those songs, even if it wasn't good for the relationship.

that doesn't mean you gotta get back with him, or that you can't write a song that not about him butttt it'll take some time

the rainbow sticker in her box and her rainbow shirt-

anyways wbk she's not totally straight

Jack are you a criminal?

quick, Gina, check his ankle for a tracker

THE YES AND PRACTICE STRIKES AGAIN

the way Gina wasn't into it in episode 6 but she's used the technique twice now

stole her grandma's Pomeranian-

Jack where the hell did you pull that out from-

the fake crying killed me, that looks like so much fun though

anyone wanna raid a first class lounge with me?

wait so is jack not gonna go in with her?

wouldn't he go in too? help look for the credit card? SO CONFUSED

the first class lounge guy was so into the drama though, watch his face when they start arguing 😭

sorry to break this to you Kourtney, but you haven't even blocked the second act yet soooo...

take that as you will

I love how all of them are totally dissing the dance off

that's the most realistic part of this show tbh

shouldn't Nini have asked how she knew....since the start? why is the fact that her best friend has knowledge of a North high secret now dawning on her...

Howie is sweet honestly, at least he's trying to help. but I stand with Kourtney, don't take him back just because he sang an amazing song, and is giving you a heads up on what's gonna happen...

KOURTNEY IS ME TRYING TO LEAVE AN ONLINE CLASS

I hate school

ooo Nini's writing a song about bad internet connection 🤩🤩🤩

I never lie, except when I do-

son that is the creepiest thing you could say to a stranger that you've been "helping"

2 truths and a lie👀

he's an Ariana fan 100%

called it.

OLDER BROTHER-

WHAT-

free spirit? damn so brother porter was in that horse movie

so has she been kissed or not?????????

I feel like she's moved more than 15 times though so possibly

but then if she's moved so much, and before east high she never opened up to anyone, she's never been kissed then?? damn

same though Gina so let's be besties please

heartbreak president is a great song title idea, give Nini a call rn

but wait

is the no strings attached feeling thing about her telling Ricky she liked him? she thought she was moving away so she thought it'd be no strings attached???

guys I think I figured it out insert the "I've connected two dots" meme

THE DUKE SWEATSHIRT

IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND'S

OMG I LOVE I LOVE

NOT THAT I KNOW OF???

ma'am did you just kill me

yes you did

Lynne and Ricky have such a weird relationship

YES IT DID SUCK

TODD SUCKS

LYNNE SUCKS

yeah I get that you wanted Ricky to like Todd BUT THAT WASN'T THE TIME

right so we already know that Ricky was so desperate to keep Nini cuz he didn't want to be like his parents, and now Lynne's talking about this-

Richard needs a long hug

yes Lynne, it is your fault. thank you for finally admitting it.

YES DYE YOUR HAIR

BLOND HIGHLIGHTS RICKY WILL RISE AGAIN

"sometimes the best, last thing you can do for someone you love, is let them go."

gotta admit I teared up at that point

not me thinking big red was calling ms Jenn cupcake for a hot second-

Carlos please omg, you're at the "beach" and they're leaving for the pool?

also, why not just do the call from the hotel room please omg

"don't ask me"

"Carlos"

OMG WHAT HAPPENED

big red wants the tea

O M G

SEB IS JEALOUS

JEALOUS SEBBY IS MY FAVOURITE THING IDC

I'm surprised ms Jenn knew how to give Nini permission to screenshare tbh

So lily's been stalking the East high kids and spending time editing this video while she's supposedly in an immersion trip.... right

EJ and Ashlyn's picture is so chaotic, what even is happening there

"slacking off" bestie its spring break, obviously they're confident enough that they'll get it done in time so why not focus on your own musical.

jealous seb = sassy seb

please what if those guys Carlos is posing with are his cousins or something and that's why he's so confused about Seb

6 YEAR OLD EJ I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

Nini saying she's obsessed with her ex, that's not weird at all 👍

I can just tell Matt had a blast harassing Julia with those puppets.

Jack please dont be like that, "yet"

chances are you'll never see eachother again 🥰

(honestly sometimes I really miss those friends I made on trips and stuff when we'd spend the day or week together, only to never see them again....those were the good days though)

Ashlyn and Nini should write more songs..... something better than this one at least

Nini: "im good"

cue the Tia Mowry (please I can't spell) crying gif

oh I forgot Ricky was in the show for a hot second

1. where did Gina get to film this without people being around

2. did she just... randomly change her clothes???

ok but the transition between Carlos and EJ

*chefs kiss*

now everyone shut up, EJ's singing

oh i think I'm pregnant

HIS MUSCLES

YES KOURTNEY

I love how big red and Kourtney went from being "the best friends™" to the couple in season 1, to kinda close themselves and having their own plots

sebby makes me so happy

props to biggies editing skills honestly

PORTWELL BEING SIDE TO SIDE I CANT

AND SEBLOS OMG

big red lives for the drama

"wow" so true Ricky

no he is not cute, stop it

"holding" ok that's kinda cute

yeah EJ's a lucky guy😌

jokes aside, it's not that hard to exchange numbers-

keep in touch if you want

ok I really like Jack now

if he comes back in season 3, maybe have him be LGBTQ+ ?

like the only out characters they have rn are Seb and Carlos and they're like the sterotypes, yk?

I'd love to see jack kinda break the mold

Ricky's breaking my heart

that song just hurts

the only thing

now I don't hate Lynne????????

HOW DARE THEY WRITE IN A PROPER REDEMPTION ARC FOR HER

UGH IM SUPPOSED TO HATE HER FOREVER

I mean I don't live her now but she's good

but honestly

"mom can I show you something"

IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL

THE PICTURE AND EVERYTHING OMG

I'm sobbing please help

Gina saying she's just waiting for the right guy and then EJ coming to the airport to pick her up late at night without her asking, offering to bring her back in the morning so she won't have to Uber, bringing her a granola bar (WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE FORGOT TO PACK) and without expecting anything in return???

ms ma'am you've got a keeper right there

her smile at the end was so heartwarming I really can't.

this episode was great.

it felt really short but I liked it, great character development for Ricky, Lynne and Gina.

Cant wait for next episode to see more of EJ being the ideal boyfriend /hj

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2 #hsmtmts season 2 #hsmtmts spoilers #ej caswell #ricky bowen #gina porter #seblos #nini salazar roberts #jack hsmtmts #carlos rodriguez #seb mathew smith #kourtney greene #big red #ashlyn caswell #caswell cousins #portwell will be the death of me #guac's episode text blocks :)

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cassava-49 · 3 years

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I Won't Say I'm In Love

Felix had always walled himself up to not love again and be fooled by it again. Not again, never again, but why? After building up this façade, why is it crumbling to his feet? Right, it's because of her.

A beacon of light and love. Her dark blue hair is as deep as the color of the depths of the ocean where one can swim too deep and drown by its beauty. Her bluebell eyes that are as light as the sky that can make anyone think that they were falling down from heaven as you stare deep into them. Her warm bubbly feeling that can make anyone cozy up with her and let their guard down without their knowledge.

Ever since she transferred here and joined his circle of friends he can't help but feel drawn to the warm sweet atmosphere. He can't have it again. He doesn't want to put his heart on the line again only to be broken into millions of tiny pieces like how she had. He doesn't want to hurt again with that knowledge of not getting his chances since she is already desperately in love with his dim witted cousin.

He then turned his attention to his friends who were chatting happily over lunch. Talking about some silly antics that had happened during class. But he couldn't help but watch her close her eyes as she laughed and cover her mouth. The sound of her sweet laughter was, how would the books describe it, music to his ears, tiny sweet bells that sounded at an hour of beauty. He watched as his friend Claude balanced an orange on the tip of his nose, as Allan subtly made it fall by accidentally jabbing his side.

He continued to watch the bluenette smile and laugh, not noticing the subtle glances Allegra was giving him. The bell rung, signalling the students that they had 30 minutes before classes began again. This made his friends get up and take their trays and brought it to the counter.

"Well, see you guys later," Marinette said to her friends as she headed to the art department wing for her lesson. As she left, she didn't notice the penetrating stare the blond had fixated on her back. But the blond didn't notice the looks his three friends were sharing as a grin crossed each of their faces. Felix turned around to be greeted by these suspicious grins as he let a scowl cross his face, knowing what the three would say.

"No," was all he said to the three as he stalked away. "Come on Fe. We know that you know that you like her," Allegra told him as she walked with him. "Allegra, stop it. You know that I will not love again nor put myself to it after how the past had ended," he said his petty reason. "This is not like you dude. The Felix I know would not let the past be the reason for fear and ignorance," Allan backed. "No one will ever be worth my time in that aspect. And it doesn't help that she looks like her," Felix replied in distaste of his words.

"You know that she's the earth and heaven to you. You can't just run away from your feelings cause your bad at hiding these kinds of feelings," Claude spoke. The four continued walking until they were outside the building for their food and lockers. "I have learned my lesson in loving Claude. I will not throw myself back into this cliche and have what is left in my heart torn into pieces," Felix replied as he tried to keep his face in pure frustration and his thoughts in denial. However, it wasn't entirely working mostly because of this conversation.

"You can't deny it bro, we can read you better than others and all that we can see is a lovesick puppy thinking that it was just the meat," Allan said as Allegra kept on rolling her eyes at Felix's answers. "Hon, we're not buying your bs right now. We all saw how you change around her. You definitely care for her and ever since she cracked you, you began to grow it," Allegra added. "Grow what?" Felix asked getting irritated at his friends persistent jabbings. "A love sickness that you obviously have bad," she continued with her banter.

"That is highly impossible. I am not interested in Marinette in a romantic way," Felix said trying to wrap his words in ice. "Oh, hi Netta, didn't see you there," Claude said which caused Felix to turn his attention to where the boy was, only to find their school mate Antoinette pass by. But Felix couldn't help but let a sigh of relief and disappointment cross his face. But when he turned he was faced with a poster of Marinette and her club's saying that they would be exhibiting their art and a small pageant for the young designers that will be held tomorrow, February 14. He couldn't help but stare at the bright eyed designer in her cute sailor outfit. He couldn't help but let his fantasies run wild until someone broke him out of it. "If you ask someone right now, they would definitely say that you have it bad," Allan commented as Felix scoffed. As he tried to deny and tell his treacherous heart to shut up and let his head think.

He then faced his friends with a glare and said, "Claude your department's that way." Claude then let out a huff and rolled his eyes at the blond and went to the direction Felix had been pointing. "But just face it and say that you're in love," he said as he continued walking. This made him roll his eyes at his friend and caught the scoffs of the other two. "You two just go before me. I need the bathroom," he stated as he made his way to the closest restroom. Once inside, he went into a cubicle, locking it and resting his back at the door as his stared at the ceiling. He sighed and dropped his head letting his thoughts run back to the past.

...

"Hey Felix~~," a bubbly voice called from behind. Irritation crossed his mind as he recognized that voice. The said owner of the voice took a seat next to him as he quietly made his research in the library. "What are researching on?" the bluenette asked as she looked over his notes. Annoyed by her antics, he closed his notebook and the other books as he began packing to leave the insistent girl.

But this did not stop her as she stood up from her seat and went in front of him and waved two tickets directly at his eyes. "I was wondering if you don't have anything to do later, we can go to the theatres and watch this new movie, you know the one about 'The Little Prince' I saw you reading the book and I wondered if you would like to watch it. I'd even allow you to rant about it," she said in a hopeful tone. He then saw his friend at the back giving out yes signals. He let out a sigh and said, "Fine I'll go." This made the girl smile and jumped for joy as she gave him the details.

This was the start of the simple dates and happy experiences and, to his astonishment, love. Yes, after getting to know the bubbly happy girl he started developing feelings for the young girl. After about 10 dates he finally asked her to be his girlfriend. This made the girl tear up and engulf him in a tight hug after giving him a loving kiss on the cheek.

They had such a good relationship, it even got him out of his shell, slightly. He would be caught flirting in public and show a bit of PDA. He couldn't help it, he loved her deeply and wished that their relationship would last. He loved everything about her; her personality, her blue eyes, her long dark blue hair that were tied in twin tails.

Today was their second year anniversary, they were at the Ponte des Arts, just enjoying their time as they ate ice cream. He looked at the girl at his arm and smiled as he softly spoke, "Bridgette." She then gave a hum of response and looked up at him with a half smile. This made his heart drop as he realized that there was something troubling him. "Is there something bothering you?" he asked, scared of her answer. This made the girl sigh and let go off his arm as she took his hand and looked directly into his eyes. "Do you love me, Felix?" she asked, tad uncertain. This made his eyes widen and took both of her hands and kissed her knuckles and replied, "Truly, deeply, ardently and all the words that can increase the meaning of my love for you."

As he said that he notice a hint of heartbreak pass in her eyes. Just as he feared she lowered her gaze and removed her hands from his, as she stared at the ground. He then watched her eyes well up with tears as she brought her hands to her face to cry in. This caught him off guard as he put his hands on her arms wanting to hug her. But she pushed him away, this broke his heart as he watched his girlfriend cry in front of him and not wanting to be comforted by him.

After a few more sniffles she looked him in the eyes and said in between sobs. "I-I-I'm p-pre-pregnant," she said as he felt his world shatter. But slowly rebuild and a smile appeared on his face as he said, "It's alright, I know 16 isn't the ideal age to be parents, but I'd be glad to have a family with you." He then slowly placed his hands on her shoulders as he rubbed his hands up and down her arms in a comforting manner. (Side note: the age of consent in France is 15)

This didn't comfort the girl at all as she cried more. She then looked him with sad eyes and spoke, "T-t-th-that's the th-thing. T-the b-baby i-i ---." But she wasn't able to finish when someone pulled her away from him and glared at him. "What she meant to say is, the baby's not yours," he said with a smirk. This made him give a look of confusion and then realization came dropping on him. He then remembered that they had only done it twice and he was very careful, he had a condom on and made sure that it was of good quality.

He then looked at the two in front of him and asked, "I-is it true?" This made Bridgette freeze as she recalled this tone as his frightening tone from before they had been dating. She slowly nodded, afraid of meeting his gaze. "How long has this been going on?" he asked in his icy cold voice that set fear into anyone's hearts. Unable to answer the boy next to her answered for her, "Actually we had been getting it on since last Christmas and I claimed her long before you did," the Asian man said to him. He then turned his attention back to his "girlfriend" realizing that last Christmas she went back to Seoul(Let's just say that she's Korean since MLB was first released there. Another side note: Age of consent in South Korea is 16).

"Why?" he asked. However, she wasn't able to answer as she tried to hide in the arms of the other man. This made the shards of his earlier shattered world to break more at this action. Trying to keep his cool he then said, "Congratulations. I will back down for the both of you. I wish that you find happiness with him." With that he gave the man a killer punch and walked away, not wanting to notice the look the crowd was giving him.

...

He sighed at the awful memory not wanting it to happen again. He gave her his world, his dreams and his whole being. Thinking that she would do the same, but in the end she broke him, in the last way he thought she would. As he continued to think about it he felt tears prick his eyes, to which he immediately removed. His thoughts came rushing back to Marinette's sweet smile, comforting presence and lovable companionship. This got him sighing as he whispered to himself, "I've got it bad."

The day ended and the gang regrouped as they went straight to the bakery for final fittings. Felix walked quietly by Marinette's side as she began discussing about the adjustments she'd had to make with their clothes. Allegra began gushing about how amazing her designs are even without adjustments. Allan just told her not to worry and be confident in her talent, while Claude was just asking what treats her parents were handing out. Felix on the other hand had just been admiring her talk.

"Hey Felix, you seem out today. Are you OK?" Marinette asked him as she turned her attention to him. This caught him off guard when she turned her attention to him. He only gave her a curt nod as a light blush dusted his cheeks. They then arrived at her home and were all showered with affection by her ever doting parents who insisted that they all stayed for dinner.

The group was in her room as she made a few adjustments to the clothes she's supposed to present the next day. "Maddie this is amazing. I love it," Allegra cooed as she spun around in her white dress, which had three horizontal lines at the collar of the dress and the lower part of the skirt, close to the hem. While a navy blue jacket, sailor inspired, was matched with it, and to top it off, she wore a white sailors hat with her hair curled at the bottom part. "I'm glad you love it Allegra," Marinette replied as she beamed with pride. She then turned to the boys to find them standing with each other in a pose that they probably didn't notice.

Claude wore a fit round neck white shirt with black horizontal stripes with white ankle length pants, and a black sheer scarf was placed around his neck, while a white hat with black lining topped off the look. "Do I look fat in this shirt? I feel that I look fat," he commented as he stared at the pattern, earning a laugh from the girls. "No, it doesn't. I mean you wear vertical stripes all the time," Mari commented. "You look fat all the time," Allegra added as the group laughed again.

Turning her attention to Allan, she could see that the denim fabric fitted him perfectly. The denim polo shirt with rolled up sleeves and tucked in his denim shorts, that was held by a brown leather belt made him look simple yet stylish, and just like the others he wore a captain's hat. "Well, if you feel fat, I feel like something's missing," Allan critiqued. This made Mari give a designer's look at it as she placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head to the left. "You're right, but what can make it look more complete?" she pondered as she eyed the clothing. After a second, she snapped her fingers and made her way to the other scarps of clothing she had sewn. "No, no, not that one. Nope. Ah! There you are," she stated as she made her way to her model and tied a handkerchief around his neck and tucked it under the collar. "Better," she stated as she looked at the finished product.

She then looked at her last piece, which was being modeled by Felix. She blushed at the sight of him in a form fitting white blazer that was open to reveal a dark navy blue color that had white horizontal stripes covering the bottom half of the shirt. His legs seemed to look more fit at the sight of the royal blue pants seemed to be showing the wonderful shape, since it was slightly fit. Although he looked a bit confused at the clothing as if uncomfortable. This caused her to be concerned at the possible mistake. "Is the fit alright?" she asked hesitantly. "The designs are fine, but like you said, it's the fit. But it's just the blazer, it's a bit tight on my shoulders," he commented as he pointed at the points to be fixed.

"Alright, I'll get it done, but I'm going to take your measurements again just to make sure," she stated as she went over to her desk to take her measuring tape. "Maddie, you wouldn't mind if we change out of this?" Allegra asked. "Sure go ahead and feel free to—," she began but was unable to finish when she saw the three race out of the room. Realizing what they had done she felt her face heat up a little bit as she faced the blond who was taking off the white blazer and folded it nicely and placed it on the chaise.

He looked up to find that they were the only people in her bedroom. He cursed his friends quietly at the betrayal as he watched her make her way to him. She began taking his measurements but found it difficult with his height. This made him chuckle slightly, surprising the young designer at the reaction. "You know you could stand on a stool considering your short stature," he said. "It doesn't mean that you're taller than me by 6 inches I'm already short," she replied with a huff. He then bent down to her level saying, "Everyone who is shorter than me, I consider short and small."

This got him with a notebook slammed at his face as he saw an irritated Marinette. He then smirked and continued, "Considering that you are '6 inches' smaller than me, makes you seem like a cute munchkin that I can put in my pocket." He watched as she got more irritated at him as he insulted her height. He continued on bantering about her being shorter than him that he did not expect her to finally jump on him and say, "You know that fact that we only have a 6 inch gap makes it easier for me to jump on your back." The two continued roughhousing, forgetting about what they were supposed to do.

After a few more minutes of fighting, Felix got the upper hand and threw her up on her bed as he joined her and began attacking her with tickles. She began to laugh uncontrollably that she was having a difficulty to breath until she finally tapped out, which made him stop his attacks. He then got off her and laid down next to her as they began to calm down.

"Don't insult me with my height again," was all she could say before they got back to what they were supposed to be doing. "You're right, cause size doesn't matter," he jokingly replied as he turned to face her with his head propped up with his arm. This got her to roll her eyes at the blond as she also turned to face him. This was when they both became self conscious about their positions causing the two parties to blush uncontrollably.

Mari then let out a cough and said, "You should, um, y-you know, change." With that she got of the bed and began fixing the things that were out of place after their game.

...

It was the day for their clubs fashion show, and a lot of famous figures were there to watch. Well, that was to be expected from a prestigious school where most of the students were children from well off families. There they could see their parents along with their friends. But looking at the more out shining personalities in the crowd was also where they could find the Agrestes and their secretary, the Bourgeois family, Clara Nightingale, Jagged Stone and others.

Marinette can feel the excitement and the anxiety, and she can see that the rest of the club was also having the same panic. Their theme was "Summer and Beaches," with different sub themes from the designers. One designer had swimsuits, another had Hawaiin style, there was one that had a Tex-Mex theme, one was carnival themed, there was a bohemian theme, tropical, floral, animal and there was Mari's sailor theme.

She can see all of them were too anxious that they were able to dress their models to the T. There was also one of them that threw up because of the pressure. They then watched as one theme after another was called. When it came to her designs she saw the impressed looks of the audience, even from Chloe, although she probably doesn't know that it was her design. She even saw her former classmates looking at the designs as if for the first time. This pained her a bit since she made sure to incorporate her designer tag there but it doesn't seem like they noticed.

Once the show ended, the designers were called up front for their recognition. They were all trembling, nonetheless, were able to make it up front as they were applauded by their success. She could hear the excited cheers of her family and classmates and from a few personalities who seemed to be waiting for her appearance. She watched her former classmates' jaws dropped as they felt stupid not realizing that those were her designs.

After the whole exhausting show they were all dismissed as the group hugged and shook hands in congratulations. Mari was engulfed by her friends and were overly happy at her success. She hugged them backed and thanked them. They then went to their favorite cafe and celebrated. But one by one they left, leaving Marinette and Felix alone, again.

"Outstanding performance as all ways," he commented still trying to deny the rapid beating of his heart towards this girl. "Thanks, but I'd say the same for you guys, after all you guys modeled for me," she replied. This got their conversation moving and they were deeply enjoying each others company when unexpected guests came.

When they heard the door chime they didn't really mind until those people went directly to their table. Marinette froze at the sight of her former friends and classmates. She could feel Alya's glare as she stared blankly at her drink.

"Seriously Marinette, no note, no message. You just disappeared into thin air in the second semester not even telling me!" Alya exclaimed. Felix glared at the girl as he took Marinette's shaking hands into his and gave it a tight affectionate squeeze that gave her strength. Channeling her inner snarky self, she took a sip of the drink and said, "I saw no reason to tell you about it. It wasn't like I heard you all wish that I should just leave Lila for good, like transfer."

This made the rest of the class flush in guilt, except for Alya. "Really Marinette, are you going to turn yourself into the victim again. Can you stop saying that? We know that YOU wanted Lila out of school for good!" she accused. This just made Marinette look at her drink and begin tilting her cup in different directions as she answered, "Wow, you make it sound like I got Lila 'almost' expelled. It's not like I 'almost' got expelled for stealing her heirloom and taking the key to correction of our exam. Or I was the one who have that 'disease' that makes me spout out nonsense." At the end she moved her pupils to look at them to find them processing what she said.

"If that's all I think that we should go," Marinette stated as she set her finished drink down and took Felix's hand and began to leave. "Not so fast, Marinette. You are not leaving until Lila comes here and you apologize to her," Alya said as she grabbed her roughly by the arm. This infuriated Felix so he stepped in to intervene.

"Unhand her, now," he said as he glared at Alya. She in turn glared back at him and said, "Get your nose out of this." He then went fully in front of her, using his height as an advantage to intimidate her. He saw her slightly flinch but still did not comply. After showing no signs of letting go, he forcefully grabbed her wrist and tightened his grip making her let Marinette go because of the sudden pain on her wrist.

"Alya I'm here," they heard someone call. "Lila, great timing," Alya replied as she smiled and winced at the girl. She then turned back to the two and said, "Now, apologize." Marinette then asked, "For what?" This made the blogger more infuriated as she began recounting the times she had injured her, bullied her, humiliated her, insulted her, accused her and other forms of abuse. "Are you done?" she asked after she had recounted all of the 'times' she had attacked the Italian.

Before Alya could say anything, Felix cut in, "Now if you please, I would like to take my girlfriend out now. You lot have already wasted our time and disrupted our date." "I don't give a damn about your fucking date," Alya seethed as she got more frustrated by the pair. "I know, but I'm sure you are interested in keeping your reputation," he said as he pointed at the customers who were filming and whispering about them. Nino then approached his girlfriend and tried to calm her down but it didn't help, it only made her more aggressive. Blind with rage, she threw a strong punch at Marinette making her nose bleed.

Felix then clapped his hands in sarcasm, which brought the lady blogger back to her senses. "Ma-mari, I didn't, I'm sorry," she fumbled. "Ladies and gentlemen, the blogger of the Ladyblog," was all Felix can say before wrapping and arm around Mari and helping her with her nosebleed as he took her out of the building.

...

Now, the pair was seated in her room, her on the chaise and Felix on the floor as he began tending to her. Once he patched her up neatly they settled down. Marinette shift uncomfortably in her seat as she had been replaying the scene in her head. But what she couldn't get rid of was how protective Felix was when he claimed to be her boyfriend. She blushed again at the thought.

"Are you alright?" Felix asked in concern when he saw her heat up. "Y-yep, OK me, no. Me OK. Wait, I mean, I'm OK," she stammered. Felix smiled at her as he shifted uncomfortably as well trying to forget what he said in the heat of the moment.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Mari spoke up, "So earlier at the cafe, things got out of hand didn't they." Felix only nodded not wanting this to go to that direction. Feeling his discomfort, Mari just got straight to the point. "W-when you said that I was your g-girlfriend, did you say it out of–," but before she could continue, Felix stopped her by saying, "I want you to be." This made them pause and look at each other in surprise.

This sudden realization and confession was not what Felix had in mind. So he turned his head to the other direction so to not see her face of discomfort. To his surprise, instead of rejection, he felt two arms hug his torso and a small body pressed against his side. He turned to find if it was what he think it was, Marinette hugging him tightly and resting her head on his shoulder.

"I-I'd like that," was all she could say that changed his world. Here he could see a woman who would not cheat on him for she hated liars and lying. Someone he could trust not to break his heart in the worst possible way ever. He did not see her in Marinette anymore. Now he saw the person Marinette is, a loyal friend and companion, an honest and trust worthy person who would not string him around because of guilt and displeasure.

This was all that he needed before he took her and kissed her sweetly not finding any resistance in her at all. That was all the confirmation they both needed until they found themselves sleeping next to each other, arms protectively around them and the lack of clothing was all they could think of as they relished in each other for they wanted the other more than they had wanted their pasts.

#miraculous ladybug and chat noir #felix culpa #felix pv #felinette #marinette dupain cheng #marinette x felix #quantic kids #alya salt #lila salt #class salt #allegra #allan #claude #Hercules #a bit of angst #kinda fast paced #consenting individuals

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Amoreena | Chapter ten

chapter ten

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: immense amounts of fluff, discussion of bad dreams death and past trauma at the end all related to canon

word count: 5.3K

from the beginning <3

Dreaming wasn’t something that came easily to Spencer. When he did dream they never made any sense, dark and twisting basements, endless staircases, treading a deep dark sea for hours as the waves swallowed him whole. Wind chimes that he couldn’t find wouldn’t stop twinkling as he aimlessly ran around a trailer park. It was never peaceful.

Then his mind found the park and couldn’t stop re-creating it, over and over again in his mind every single night when he closed his eyes.

He was in the middle of the most perfect dreamscape, his girls reading under the sun as Y/N’s head rested on his shoulder…

Then his phone started to ring, opening his eyes to the sun barely waking up as well. He answered the phone before Y/N could wake up beside him, “hello?”

“Spence, I’m so sorry to wake you,” JJ’s voice slipped into his mind and woke up right up, she wouldn’t call unless she needed to. “We have a really bad case, we have to leave like right now and the babysitter can’t take the boys and Henry is still too little to make sure Michael eats during the day and he’s still so little—“

“Hey it’s fine,” he cut her off as he sat up, waking Y/N in the process. “I’m only 12 minutes from Quantico, leave them with Anderson and I’ll be right over.”

“Thank you so much, Spence, oh and they need breakfast, I’ll leave some money with Henry, can you make sure they eat?”

“Absolutely, don’t worry, good luck and be safe,” he reminded her, feeling weird that he didn’t have to go as well.

“Thanks again Spence,” he could hear her smile before hanging up, leaving him to stretch and finally get out of the bed.

“Was that JJ?” Y/N asks, getting out of bed and putting on her housecoat to follow him to the bathroom.

“Yeah, the boys need someone to watch them if you don’t mind?”

“They’re family,” she reminded him with a sleepy smile.

“They need lunches for today, I can drive Amoreena to school with them too?” He’s splashing water on his face so he can wake up enough to drive safely to Quantico, wiping the water from his eyes as he hears Y/N laughing softly.

“It’s Saturday silly, and Monday is their last day anyway if they need to stay that long,” Y/N reminds him, “I’ll try and have breakfast ready when you get back.”

“Tomorrows the 14th, shit,” he remembers his calendar. “I have to take my mom to get her yearly scan and cognitive test done tomorrow morning, I won't be able to send her off on her last day.”

“That’s okay, as long as you’re there for the little graduation and the all about me display ceremony it’ll be fine, it starts at 1:30,” she didn’t mind him missing it but everything in him felt like the worst person ever if he did.

He never wanted to miss anything ever again.

“You’re sure that’s fine?”

She nodded again, wrapping her arms around him and looking up into his beautiful, tired eyes. “Family comes first, that means Diana was in the calendar longer so you go with her. Amoreena just wants to come home with you from school, for the next 10 years of school she’ll be coming home to you.”

“Why don’t we wake Amoreena and go get breakfast with the boys? I’d like to get to know my god kids too…” her voice cooing as she soothed his morning anxiety, blessing him with more time with her, he nodded.

“You go get the boys and come back and pick us up, I’m sure she’ll take a few minutes to contemplate feeding chickens or breakfast,” Y/N smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek softly.

She pulled away but he pulled her right back in, pressing his lips right against hers again and again until they were both laughing, teeth bumping into each other in their early morning delirium. She finally pulled away from his grasp, rushing to the bedroom door so he couldn’t follow her.

“Go get the boys!”

He fake huffed, “fine!”

Slipping into his jeans and a sweater, placing her grandpa’s hat back on his head once more. He made sure he had his wallet and identification, the guards knew him it’s not like he wouldn’t be allowed into the building with a visitors pass.

And then he was out the door and driving down the road. Pulling into Quantico with a strange feeling in his gut, he didn’t realize how much he hated it here until he didn’t need to be there all the time. He was granted a visitors pass, parking in the garage and taking the elevator right up to the BAU.

He walked into the briefing room to find Henry on his phone and Michael sound asleep again on the couch.

“Hey, uncle Spencer!” Henry cheered, not waking Michael in the process somehow.

“Hey buddy,” he said, scooping the now 13-year-old Henry into his arms for a quick hug. He was still cuddly and sensitive and quiet, much like Spencer at that same age.

It was almost like JJ picked him as the godfather knowing he would need him. Choosing to text or call Spencer about cute girls and chess games and new star wars movies, instead of going to his dad for chats about football and beer… or whatever Will was into. Spencer really didn’t give him a chance to get to know him over the last 15 years, harbouring a hatred for him that he didn’t really understand until he met Y/N.

Now will was the jealous one in a sense, wondering what he could do to get his own son to come to him for advice and support. But he understood it, Henry was exactly like Spencer and he needed to see that being awkward and quiet doesn’t last forever.

“So, I’m not sure if your mom and dad told you, but I got married and my wife has a daughter and we’re going to take you boys out to breakfast, okay?”

“She said you’re Nini’s dad, like for real?” Once again someone from the LaMontagne called Amoreena Nini and he had no idea why.

“I donated sperm when your mom got pregnant with you, I didn’t think I’d get to have a family,” he was honest with him. He was old enough to know how it worked and mature enough to hear the word sperm without freaking out.

“Cool, Nini and Mike are normally friends.”

“Why do you guys call her Nini?”

“Michael couldn’t say Amoreena when he was 4 so he called her Nini, and then Dad would call her that when he teased Mike about his crush on her,” it made complete sense for a kid to not be able to pronounce it.

But his brain got stuck on the crush part, turning to Michael who was still sound asleep with his face pressed into his backpack, drooling slightly. JJ’s kid had a crush on his, a weird fantasy he had coming true where he and JJ can be friends forever as in-laws.

It was too bad Amoreena really didn’t like boys, not even in the 8-year-old ‘ew cooties’ way either. She was raised around women and she was comfortable with them, and she had no problem punching Michael in the face if he ever pissed her off. It was going to be interesting seeing them interact today.

“Okay, well let’s get your things and bring them back to our house and then we’ll go get breakfast with my girls,” Spencer smiled, seeing Henry’s face light up at the day he gets to spend with Spencer. “You’re going to love Y/N.”

And he did… walking into Spencer’s new house to drop off his backpack, dropping his jaw when he saw Y/N instead. He was so much like Spencer it made him laugh, patting Henry on the shoulder, “I know,” he teased him.

Henry turned to him with wide eyes, “I’ve never met Nini’s mom, that’s her mom?” He whispered that same anxious boy Spencer used to be staring right back at him.

He nodded with a smile, “yeah, she’s really nice don’t worry.”

“Henry! It’s so nice to meet you,” she says as she walks into the main room.

Henry turns around to see her when she’s pulling him into a big hug, Spencer can see his eyes are closed as he takes a moment to hug a pretty girl. Spencer couldn’t help but bite his tongue, not wanting to laugh and embarrass the poor boy now that he was noticing pretty girls. Even if that girl happened to be his wife, it was inevitable for Henry to crush on one of Spencer’s girlfriends with how much he copied him.

She pulled back softly, Henry’s arms still around her waist, she brushed his beautiful blond hair behind his ears. “You look so much like your mom, you’re so handsome!”

Henry forgot how to breathe, trying to stutter out a thank you as he backed up out of her space and turned to Spencer, “he’s always looked like JJ, you should have seen how tiny he was originally,” Spencer jumped in to save him. “Where is Amoreena?”

“She’s trying to pick between 2 different dresses, I’ll go make sure she’s in one by now,” she smiled at them before leaving the room, heading up the stairs to Amoreena’s room.

“You good?” Spencer nudged Henry, laughing lightly. “She’s your aunt now, she’s not going to think you’re a dork so you can calm down around her, I promise.”

Henry released a deep shaky breath, “you’re right, sorry.”

“It’s fine, I was like that around your mom before you were born, you should have seen me,” he tried to sympathize with the boy, only making a disgusted face arise on him.

“Ew, that’s completely different she’s my mom!”

Spencer wrapped his arm around him, “and Y/N is my wife!” He whispered as loud as he could so that it wouldn’t be heard by her.

Henry sighed, “and she’s like what 50?”

“35,” Spencer looked at him and laughed as he shook his head, “how old do you think I am?”

“Mentally? 6-years-old,” Henry bullied him right back for all the brotherly teasing, “but physically you look 79.”

“Thanks,” Spencer said, tucking the boy under his arm and messing up his hair, “now you look like a dork.”

He loved Henry more than he could express, unlike Amoreena he knew he wasn’t his kid, it wasn’t fatherly at all. Henry was his best friend's kid, his godson and his little brother, and as he got older he was becoming more of a best friend than he thought he would.

—

After breakfast when everyone was awake and happily full, Y/N took them all into town to visit the farmer’s market. Letting the kids look around and see if there was anything they wanted to all make for dinner, she was the best mom and aunt in the whole wide world and Spencer kept falling more and more in love every second he spent with her.

She was glowing in the sunlight, walking through the booths looking at all the fresh vegetables and fruit, Spencer followed her with Michael’s hand in his and Henry not far behind. Amoreena was off talking to her favourite vendor, an older woman who reminded her of her great-grandma, it was sweet.

Spencer thought about how their future would be much of the same, Y/N and him with a couple of kids while the rest of them did their own thing. He couldn’t wait to see all the little faces they’d create together, to get to know all the personalities and raise them into being just as wonderful as their sister and cousins.

“Ugh,” Y/N stopped dead in her tracks then, they were heading towards the butcher’s booth when she turned around, almost green as she reacted to the smell. “Nope, not going down there.”

Spencer couldn’t stop smiling at her as she tried to not throw up in the middle of the market, people watching her dry heave as she walked away. Spencer knew JJ was pregnant with Michael before she even told Will because she was the exact same way very early on. Living on ginger ale and baby cookies to stay sane, Y/N was going to need that hack.

He didn’t say anything, just profiling her in his mind as he followed her again.

Henry and Michael used the money JJ left them to buy some homemade candies from the market, Y/N picked up some donuts to bring home to her parents, and Amoreena only wanted fresh strawberries. Spencer however snuck away from the group really quickly to get something they passed earlier, something he wanted to get for Amoreena.

There was a vendor with homemade shirts and dresses, knitted hats and all sorts of collectables. If he was going to miss her last morning before kindergarten, he wanted to get her something to wear that morning so he’d be there in spirit.

There was a beautiful handmade purple dress hanging on the wall behind the vendor, the same kind old woman that reminded Amoreena of her GG. “Hello, how can I help you today?”

“We haven’t met, but I’m Amoreena’s father,” he introduced himself with a smile, and the old woman face beamed.

“Yes you are,” she smiled. “She has your nose, it’s lovely to finally meet you!”

“you too, um, I was interested in that purple dress,” he points behind her, “it looks like the one from tangled, I’m sure she’d love it.”

“that’s exactly how she described it when she saw it today,” the woman explains as she takes it down from the wall for him. “It’s $35, but I’ll do $20 for my favourite little friend.”

“That’s very kind, but I don’t mind,” he says, taking $35 dollars out of his wallet and laying it beside the cash box. “Thank you for always making my girl smile.”

“Thank you,” she smiled again, folding the dress nicely and placing it in a white bag, “would you like some tissue paper so she can’t see what it is?”

“That would be great, thank you,” Spencer smiled too, incredibly happy that this was his life now.

She handed him the bag then, stuffed to the brim with purple and pink paper, Amoreena was going to love it. He said his goodbyes and met the rest of his family at the car, hiding the present between his legs in the passenger seat as they drove home.

—

Henry and Michael did end up having to stay the night, switching into their PJs after dinner and joining them all in the living room for a movie night. They let the kids stay up later to watch the whole movie, watching Michael fall asleep once again on the carpet, he had been so well behaved all day it was like he was afraid of Amoreena now.

Michael was perfectly happy sleeping on the couch all night, Henry, on the other hand, slept in Y/N’s old room to have some privacy and so he could sleep in on Sunday.

By the time JJ and Will got home on Sunday night, Y/N and Spencer were just putting some burgers on the grill, they had enough for the whole team and so sure enough, the crew made a short trip from Quantico to Heaven.

Matt called his wife, she drove their handful of children over, Luke of course let Penelope know, the two of them still happily seeing each other now that she wasn’t on the team, it was cute to see them together. Then Penelope, of course, invited Derek and Hank. Emily, Rossi and Tara coming along just to witness Spencer being happy.

It was the best summer party they’ve ever had. Bob and Linda were beyond excited to have so many new faces in their yard, throwing on 2 more packages of burgers, feeding a whole army like normal.

The kids were all running around together in the field, playing with the cats and the goats, rolling down the big hill towards the cows, chasing fireflies as the sunset.

It was all of their last day of school on Monday, a weird day to end on but they were excited nonetheless. Y/N’s father lit up a bonfire in celebration, setting up every lawn chair and log they had to make sure everyone had a seat, they all gathered with marshmallows on sticks and drinks in their hands, smiles on their faces and love in their hearts.

Spencer made a happy life for himself that he was no sharing with them, and they call understood perfectly why he chose this one. It was peaceful, perfect and the most loving environment he’s ever been in. They were beyond proud of him.

“This place is amazing,” Tara leaned towards Spencer, “your family is wonderful.”

“Thank you,” Spencer smiled at her, raising his voice then as he looked at the rest of the team, “I just want to thank all of you actually, you’re all my family and it’s been so surreal introducing you all, I’ve never been happier.”

He was swarmed with hugs then, everyone also using it as their queue to gather their kids and hit the road. They watched everyone get in their cars one by one, Penelope did everything in her power not to leave with at least 3 cats, Matts's kids asked if they could come back, often, with Y/N reminding everyone that the gates are always open.

It was everything he ever wanted.

Amoreena jumped into his arms then, he held her against his side as they both waved at everyone, saying goodbye to all her new aunts and uncles and cousins. Her family kept getting bigger and bigger by the day and she was so incredibly happy about it. She’d take in a million more family members if they let her, her heart didn’t have a capacity level for love.

He carried her up the porch stairs then, bringing her into the kitchen where the white bag with purple tissue paper was waiting for her. Her eyes lit up as she saw it, “is that for me?”

“You bet it is,” he enthused, “I’m not going to be here in the morning, grandma Diana has a doctor's appointment, so I got you something for tomorrow morning.”

He set her down on the floor, handing her the bag and watching her carefully remove all the tissue paper. She laid it on the table softly to keep it for later, saying it was good to make barbie dresses with. When she finally saw the dress her jaw dropped.

Y/N was there too now, watching in awe as he surprised both of them.

“Did you buy this from Candace?” She asks softly as she takes it out of the bag. Holding it to her chest as she twirls around lightly.

“I did, I thought you’d like to have something to remind you of me there, I’m sorry I’m going to miss sending you to the bus on your last day,” he tried not to cry as he crouched down to her level, taking her into his arms and giving her a soft hug.

“That’s okay, you’re always in here,” she took his pointer finger in her hand and poked her own chest with it, “I love you, dad.”

“I love you more, Amoreena,” he smiled through the tears, scrunching his nose so they wouldn’t roll down his cheeks, giving her another hug before Y/N started her bedtime routine.

—

For the past two weeks, his dreams have been filled with lush fields of green draped in the most beautiful golden glow. Both his girls sitting beside him as they read, each of them has a book and it’s silent. It’s serene, the dictionary definition of peace.

However, it took him a while to fall asleep tonight, he was too anxious for Amoreena’s last day of kindergarten in the morning and the fact he wouldn’t be there for the drop-off.

Y/N was sound asleep on the pillow beside him as he stared at her, for what felt like hours, brushing her hair off her face lightly and making sure the blankets were still covering her. His eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room just enough that he could see her face twitch into a smile as she fell deeper into her slumber.

Seeing her happy relaxed him enough to follow her. Blinking into his dream realm and finding a few new faces waiting for him by the tree…

“Dad!” Another little girl he’s never seen before was running towards him, wrapping herself around him as he held her.

Suddenly, 7 other children he doesn’t know are surrounding him in hugs, tacking him to the ground in a fit of giggles and tickles, “we missed you! Why were you gone for so long?”

He’s so confused, he knows he’s dreaming but he chooses to stay, to wander the world and ask the questions his mind was so obviously trying to answer. “I’m sorry,” is all he can reply, taking Amoreena’s hand and following her towards Y/N as she sat on the picnic blanket.

She was older, which meant he should be too, looking in the pond quickly for his reflection to see’s his wrinkled face, the white in his hair and beard. Their kids had all grown up but where was he for it?

“Welcome home,” she smiled as he sat down. “it’s about time you met the girls.”

“Where was I?”

“You don’t remember?”

He shakes his head, “I was supposed to be here.”

“Amoreena got into Yale, did you hear that, cutie? Elly, Junie and Theo are in high school now, look how beautiful they are…”

He watched his children frolic in the field, running around without a care in the world that he missed everything. Why did he miss everything? How could he miss everything?

“It’s too bad you missed Cordelia and the other twins, can you believe we had 3 sets of twins, Spence?” She laughed like it was funny, “how could you leave me alone with 9 babies?” Still smiling, staring into his soul as he died a little inside.

He started to panic then, breathing heavily as he tried to remember where he was to miss everything, “I was supposed to be there for them!?”

Suddenly he’s ripped awake by Y/N shaking him and pulling him against her skin, “hey, shhh, it’s okay.”

He was crying and shaking in his sleep, sweating as he tried to fight off the dream, his anxiety in full swing for absolutely no reason, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for leaving you.”

“You didn’t go anywhere, Spencer, you’ve been there the whole time,” she reminded him, rubbing her hand over his back as he settled into her arms. “You were mumbling and then yelling.”

“I got to the park and you told me I missed all of them growing up,” he whispered the painful words into the open, freeing them from his mind and letting them exist somewhere else.

“Them?” She coo’s, holding his head against her chest as she rests her cheek against it, holding him as close as humanly possible.

“We had like 9 girls, they were all so beautiful as you and Amoreena, they all had my nose and your lips and the curliest blowing hair in the whole world, and I missed everything, again,”

“I won't let that happen, do you have any handcuffs leftover? Because I can keep you here for good?” She teased him in a hushed whisper, playful and happy to prove that he was fine, they were fine.

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” he whispered again shimmying down lower to lay his head on her lower stomach, kissing her stomach softly. “I’m not leaving you all, never.”

“I had a bad dream too, that’s what woke me up first,” she replies softly. “Yesterday was the 11th anniversary of Stephen’s death, and the first time I never visited him.”

Spencer felt the need to sit up then, making eye contact with her to see her true feelings. “I don’t want you to stop loving him because you also love me. He’s special to you, you should go see him soon.”

“Spencer,” she smiles at the concern in his voice, “I will, I only didn’t because I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant, I was bleeding a little yesterday and then it stopped, that probably means the implantation worked and I don’t want to tell him yet. And I tell him everything.”

“Everything?” He asks in a way that she hears; “even about me?” inside his thoughts.

She nods softly, “I went on that first Monday after I dropped you off at your apartment, I needed him to know I was finally ready and I thanked him for sending you to me.”

“What was he like?”

“He was from Boston, accent and everything,” she smiled with sad eyes as she recalled him to her mind. “He was in theatre school, I met him in the summer at a music festival in Chicago, he was playing guitar and we had too many beers and I lost my virginity to him in a tent in some field.”

She recalled it like it was a fond memory, missing him but not enough to be sad about it now. “I ran into him again when I went to college in Boston and we were talking outside before the rain hit, like one of those classic movie scenes, and my apartment was closer, the rest is history.”

“Hey Stephen is the one song you always skip, I never wanted to ask why but I don’t think you’ll mind telling me?” He wonders out loud, still a little delirious from the lack of sleep.

“He looked like an angel when I first saw him, he was standing under a street light reading his music sheets and the light was glowing perfectly, it was amazing I wish I had a picture of it. But then the Fearless album came out for the first time and it was my favourite song because it was like she wrote it for us. He was my perfect angel, my superstar, he was going to be on Broadway one day and we were going to move to a cottage in England, we had lots of plans and that song just makes me think of the life me and him must be living in the universe where it all worked out.”

It’s long-winded and she doesn’t seem to be over-emotional by the end, in a shocking turn of event’s it seems like she feels freer after getting it off her chest.

“I haven’t always been this happy and cheerful Spencer,” she adds, “I had a really dark spot after he died, it was horrible for me. I was so angry, I was reckless and mean and hurtful, and in that time I wasted precious moments I could have spent being happy with my grandma, and so my dream tonight was just the fight I had with Evan and my grandma dying and the cops saying Stephen was dead and placing that stupid fucking flower on his coffin thinking it made up for the fact I couldn’t even look at him in there.”

“How you respond to trauma isn’t really up to you, that’s why it’s trauma. Your brain can’t really cope and so it does typically the stuff you’ll regret the most in that time of grief, it’s not your fault and I’m sure everyone understood. You had every right to be mad, hell, I’m mad you lost him because I know how much you hurt in silence for so long,” Spencer can’t help but wish he could have been there for her.

“What happened to you after Maeve died?”

It was only fair that he shared too, “I locked myself in my apartment and didn’t take care of myself, I didn’t talk to anyone, I just sat in my living room and almost died reading every book I had because I didn’t feel like I was worthy of being taken care of so if I starved to death, so be it.”

“You still haven’t told me what happened with her and the kidnapping,” she reminds him of their little chat a few weeks ago at the school. “I get it if you’re not ready, I’m sure it’s a lot.”

“I was getting headaches, really bad ones, and so I reached out to a geneticist to see if she could help me. I sent her my brain scans and some blood tests and she helped me find supplements and natural ways to help my body rest from the stress of my work,” he explained it easily like the feelings didn’t hurt anymore.

“We talked on the phone a lot and I finally asked her why she was so afraid to meet me or have me know anything about her. She had me call her from a payphone, always a different one each time, I was to call and let it ring once, then hang up then she’d call me back. She thought she had a stalker, she was getting weird messages and threats and she felt genuinely unsafe, and she had every right to,”

“10 months went by and we thought she was safe, but her ex-fiancé got a private investigator to find her and in return found me instead. It turns out that Maeve had a student who felt wronged by her and wanted to outdo her, so she dated her fiancé and scared her underground but then she wanted me.”

Y/N’s face is full of concern like she’s listening to a true-crime thriller where she knows the ending won't be good.

“I tried to talk her stalker down, I almost had her and then she kissed me and I keep looking at Maeve, she saw right through me. She threatened to kill Maeve, she had a gun to her head but at the last minute she killed herself, but Maeve’s head was too close to hers,” the words hurt on the way out.

“And someone also had you sent to prison?” She asks, wanting all the trauma in one night to save him the trouble.

“Yeah, she was an assassin, I tricked her into thinking I found her dad and I was so smart she thought I was her soulmate, it was all an elaborate plan to bring me down to her level.”

“Did you kill someone?”

“I’ve killed too many people,” he answers with complete honesty once again. “I’ve killed mostly murderers and rapists, I typically don’t have to. I really try not to, but I’ve also killed people to keep myself safe. And I’d probably kill someone to keep you or Amoreena safe too.”

“Get in line,” she laughs, able to make every single conversation easy even when they shouldn’t be.

“I uh,” he wants to tell her more but he doesn’t know-how. “I was also sexually assaulted in prison, and I was kidnapped and drugged in 2007, I OD’d and died but then I was resuscitated, I wasn’t kidding when I said it was a lot.”

“I am so sorry Spencer,” she rests her hands on his cheeks, looking into his eyes as best as she could in the dark, still seeing the goodness in there. “You’re safe here with me, forever and always, I can promise you that.”

“Thank you,” he’s never going to stop thanking her.

Settling down on the bed once more, he cuddles back into her side. She brushes his hair behind his ear softly, humming a soft melody as she soothes him back to sleep. He snuggled right against her, holding her gently as he fell back to sleep on her, dreamless as she was everything he needed.

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