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starlightxsvt · 3 years

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Sweeter Than Sweets l pt. 3

Pairing ➳ CEO! Seungcheol x female baker!reader

Genre ➳ fluff, romance, slight smut

Warnings ➳ light cursing, some nudity, implications of sex (forgive me if it's bad, this is my first time trying to write smut)

Word count ➳ around 4.1k

A/N: Here's the third chapter~ I'm really sorry for the delay. If everything goes according to plan then there's only one more chapter left! Thank you for giving this series such love, it means a lot to me. Happy reading!

part 1 l part 2 l part 3

Part 3: THE WEDDING

"It's okay, you're gonna be fine," Seungcheol throws a smile at you as you both stand at the front door of his parents house. You continue to smooth out your beautiful champagne coloured dress and touch your hair out of nervousness.

You are here. At his parents house.

The door is opened by a maid who welcomes you into the house. You both step in and take off your coats and you follow Seungcheol to the huge living room, where his mother sits with a book in her hands.

She squeals seeing Seungcheol, adoration crossing over her features as she wraps her arms around him and kisses his forehead. "You're here! I was worried you wouldn't show up!"

"You deserve a chance to get to know ___. She's amazing," his compliment brings warmth in your cheeks as he pulls you closer to his side.

His mother grins looking at you before pulling you into a hug, "Yes yes, of course." She kisses your cheeks before a soft bark comes from behind you and you turn to see a white fluffy toy poodle, wagging it's tail, eagerly staring at Seungcheol. The man in question grins before picking it up, "Heyy, Kkukma!"

"She's our family dog. Loves Seungcheol a bit too much," Seungcheol's mother explains and you smile, nodding before gently petting the dog who licks your hand in return.

You laugh. Seungcheol kisses Kkukma's forehead before announcing, "You guys continue chatting. I'll go play with Kkukma."

You swallow, watching him disappear into the garden and his mother grins at you, "Let me show you around."

His mother walks you through their elegant house while asking about how you met Seungcheol and such. You speak the rehearsed lines and she believes them easily, making you feel somewhat bad for the poor woman.

"Seungcheol really isn't good with women, you know," his mother says while you're served a cup of tea after finishing the tour.

You offer a smile in reply and take a sip. She continues, "He used to like a girl quite a while ago. Told me that he wanted to marry her. But sadly, she turned out to be a leech who was using him for his money."

"That's... awful," you frown. Seungcheol never told you about it. But then again you're his fake lover and you mentally curse yourself for getting too much into your role.

"I take it he didn't tell you about that," She smiles. "Don't worry, he's long over her. That just made him shut himself out more. He assumed that all women were after his money but I'm glad to see he found someone like you."

You cringe inwardly. You too, are here because of money more or less. You are doing all this because he promised you a shop.

"Me too," you agree with her, playing along. She smiles. A sound catches both of your attention and you see Seungcheol's father standing at the entrance of the living room, his wary eyes casted on you. You almost choke but quickly redeem yourself by standing up and saying hi. He disregards you completely with a grunt and walks away murmuring something unintelligible.

Seungcheol's mother sighs loudly, "I'm so sorry about him."

"It's okay, I understand. Seungcheol told me about him." You mutter.

His mother offers you a sad smile. "He's been so mean to Seungcheol. To us. It was my mistake that I married that beast."

You say nothing, just stare at the cup in your hands.

She continues, "I would have divorced him long ago but he would have taken full custody over Seungcheol. I couldn't win against a man like him and I couldn't loose Seungcheol."

"I see," you whisper. His mother gently holds your hand, "I sincerely hope you won't take his words to heart. He has always been like that. Nothing we do can make him happy."

You offer her a smile, "It's really okay, Mrs. Choi."

"Minsoo, please. You're gonna be me daughter in law soon," she smiles sweetly at you. "Which reminds me! We need to set a date!"

Warmth spreads on your face as you smile, "Yeah..."

And so she starts discussing with you about the dress the venue and such and you find yourself enjoying her company. She's kind and gives full attention to you and it fills the void created by your own mother. You know you're going to miss this woman after you're divorced.

Everyone gathers at the dining table during lunchtime, including Seungcheol's father. The environment is tense as Seungcheol takes a seat beside you, opposite to his parents.

Seungcheol drops a kiss on your temple and smiles at you, flashing his dimples and you almost melt into a puddle right there. Shit, have you got it that bad?

His father's eyes bore into the two of you, clearly disapproving.

Lunch starts as Seungcheol's mother initiates conversation with her son about work. It goes well for a while- you enjoying the served food and listening to them talk- until Mr. Choi decides to break it.

"What does your parents do?" He throws at you.

Seungcheol frowns, "Father-"

You stop him by squeezing his hand and smiling at him, "It's okay, babe, he should know."

Your eyes meet Mr. Choi's, "My mother separated with my father a long time ago so I don't have contact with him anymore. My mom runs a restaurant at the suburbs."

Mr. Choi is unimpressed, you can see it in his face as he seems to judge you even harder. Mrs. Choi, however, has a different reaction, "Oh dear! It must have been hard for your mother. I'd like to meet her sometime soon."

You smile at her, "My mom kind of isolated herself after the divorce but of course, I'll let her know."

Shit, you haven't even told her you're getting married yet.

Mrs. Choi's smile is kind as she resumes eating. Mr. Choi scoffs before grunting, "I still don't understand why you chose her, Seungcheol. I know you've always been stupid but now I know you're on another level, choosing her out of all women."

Wow. You're left dumbfounded at his straight forwardness. Beside you, Seungcheol grips the fork tight as his mother tries to chastise her husband. "Hyungmin, watch what you're saying!" she shrieks.

"What?" His glare is intimidating. "She's neither rich nor pretty. Your son could've had a better looking woman yet he-"

"Enough!" Seungcheol seethes making you jump.

This...isn't gonna end well.

You open your mouth to stop Seungcheol but he bangs his first on the table, teeth gritting, "What is your problem?" He glares at his father.

"I should ask that to you." His father is expressionless.

"All my life I've tried to be a good son, I tried to be good to you no matter how much of an asshole you were to me, to mom. I've accepted that you hate me, I've no problem with that but for once in your life, can't you be supportive of me?!"

His father scoffs, "How can I when you bring a thing like her?"

Seungcheol looks like he's ready to jump on his father as he bellows, "I swear to fucking God-"

"Seungcheol!" You grab onto his arms, trying to stop him as Mrs. Choi starts sobbing.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"This is why I don't like coming here!" Seungcheol hisses at his mother before jerking free from your hold and marches away.

Seungcheol's father stands up, rolling his eyes, "And you expect me to hand my company to him?" It's directed to his wife.

Angry tears steam down Mrs. Choi's face, "He'd be a better president than you ever were! Your company has come this far only because of my son!"

Her words land on the back of Mr. Choi who blatantly ignores his wife and walks out of the room.

The room is silent except the sounds of Mrs. Choi, trying to get her tears under control. You hand her a tissue and sit silently, watching her dry her eyes.

"I'm so sorry," she says, her eyes casted down.

You offer her a small smile. Mr. Choi's words hurt you, definitely but it's not the end of the world. He's gonna be present in your life for only a small amount of time.

"It's alright, Mrs. Choi, it really is."

She sighs, gazing upon you, her eyes filled with...love. She stands up to embrace you in her arms and holds you there; your head to her chest as you listen to her breathe.

It's comforting and you feel a tear slip down your eye.

Seungcheol walks you all the way to your door like the gentleman he is. His mood is still sour and the car ride was filled with tension. You couldn't really blame him though.

You smile at him, "His words doesn't matter to me. I hope it's the same for you. You don't need to be stressed about what he says to me."

He looks at you, those rich brown eyes looking exhausted and he does something you never expected even in your dreams.

He hugs you.

His strong arms are wrapped around your small frame, your head pressed to his chest. Your heart beats furiously in your chest.

Is this really happening?

You inhale his scent deeply and when you wrap your arms around him too, you can't bring yourself to care. You want to feel him, to hold him. So you two just stand there in front of your door in each others arms for a long time.

"Would you like to come inside?" Your voice is small and shy as he pulls back to look at you. Shaking his head, he does yet another surprising thing.

"Can I kiss you?"

Holy mother of gods-

Your face is on fire, undoubtebly. Your mouth hangs low as you stare at him. Did he just...

He takes your silence as yes and leans in to press his lips against yours. They're soft and plush and he tastes somewhat bitter and sweet from the wine you had at his parent's house. It's addicting and you can't help but moan. He only dives in deeper, kissing you with such passion and need that you're left breathless.

He pulls back, his smoldering gaze on you and licks his lips. You swallow. Your panties are wet, fuck. You want to climb him like a tree but you can't bring yourself to move, locked in a trance.

A gentle kiss is pressed to your forehead that brings you back to reality and he mutters his goodbye, hurriedly ushering you in.

After you're in the safety of your home, you touch your swollen lips, mind traveling back to the kiss.

He kissed you.

Choi Seungcheol kissed you.

"Yes, I'm getting married," you repeat once more to your mother who stays silent on the other side of the line.

"Mom?"

"That's... sudden," her calm voice floats through. Yeah, and I'll be getting divorced too.

"Yeah, we've been dating for more than a year and yeah...he proposed me."

"Wow... nice." She pauses. "Did you fix a date yet?"

"Um, not yet but it's in the next two or three weeks. Also...Mrs. Choi wanted to meet you. Maybe...you could come and visit her sometime...I don't know." There's an awkward tension- it always has been ever since your dad left.

"I'll see if can manage time," she says.

"Okay..." You're about to hang up but her voice wavers through, "And send me a picture of your rich fiance."

"Oh, yeah, I will."

SOME WEEKS LATER

Jane squeals seeing you step out from behind the curtains. You're almost ready with the gown on and your makeup done, only the veil left to be put on.

"Oh my god!" She screams with glee, a grin on her face. "You! Look at you! Oh my god!"

You look gorgeous, undeniably. The wedding gown is almost too beautiful to be real and an expensive purchase, selected by Mrs. Choi. Your makeup and hair is done neatly and you almost don't recognize yourself. Jane only squeals from behind you time to time, saying how amazing you look.

"You're forgetting that this isn't a real wedding," you remind her, your tone bitter than you intended.

Jane raises a brow, "Why do you sound sad?"

Warmth covers your face, "I'm not!" It is a cheap lie, you do feel sad and you know that deep down you wished this was real.

Shit. You've got it really bad.

"Aww, babe," Jane hugs you tightly. "It's okay, it's gonna be okay. Who knows, Seungcheol may fall head over heels for you after seeing you in this."

You roll your eyes, "Not even in my wildest dreams."

A knock on the door interrupts you and your mother steps into the room, dressed in a cream colored dress, her hair neatly done. It has been a while since you last saw her dressed up.

"I'll leave you two to talk," Jane excuses herself, stepping out of the room.

"Hey," you smile tightly. She returns it. "You look beautiful," her words are short and her eyes are teary. There's a short silence before she sighs loudly,"I know I haven't been the best mom...but I'm really proud of you, I hope you know that."

You sigh; you really don't want to cry before your wedding- fake wedding. "It's okay," you give her a small smile and sit down in front of the mirror, "Can you help me with the veil?"

She steps in behind you and starts setting up the veil on your hair, speaking, "Seungcheol is a nice guy, I had a chat with him earlier. He'll take good care of you."

You resist the urge to heave out a sad sigh. Instead you grin as brightly as you can, "I know, right."

She finishes putting the veil on you and you stand up, looking at the mirror, gathering all the last bits of your courage.

"I could walk you down the isle you know...it doesn't always have to be dads," your mother whispers.

"It's okay, I'll do it on my own," you avoid her eyes. This is a fake wedding and you don't want her to walk you down the isle, no. Maybe when you get married for real one day- but not this time.

Giving your mother a quick hug, you step out of the dressing room.

The isle looks dreadful. Walking on a path full of thorns bare feet would've been easier. Seungcheol stands at the other end, his full attention on you. You inhale deeply and take small steps towards him- all the while his eyes on you. You are intimated and in the back of your mind you can't help thinking that this was a very bad decision. You feel pathetic. A bride without anyone to accompany her down the isle. A greedy woman agreeing to a fake marriage. A liar, lying to everyone through your teeth.

Each step only gets harder to take and after what feels like an eternity, you reach the end, stopping in front of him. His face doesn't give away anything. A small part of you wonders if he thinks you look beautiful- you hope he thinks that.

You take a step and get on the wooden stage with the help of his extended hand. The priest begins the ceremony. All the while, Seungcheol's eyes are dark, glinting like a predator who has finally captured his prey.

He smirks. "I do."

With tears burning in the back of your eyes, you repeat after him, overwhelmed with emotions.

When he leans in for the kiss, you forget to breathe as your lips meet and he kisses you softly yet passionately. The guests cheer for you and when you look at them, you see joy, contradicting to what you feel. For some reason tears threaten to slip but you smile, forcing them away.

One fake marriage can't end your life.

You enjoy the rest of the ceremony more than you thought you would, all the worries slipping away from your system as you watch everyone celebrate. Time to time you take peeks at Seungcheol to see him staring at you- his eyes dark and intense, sending a shiver down your spine.

You've spent a good amount of him hanging out with him during the weeks before your wedding, either at his apartment, yours or a nice restaurant. You've only found yourself more drawn to him as you spent more time and after each date ended you wanted him to kiss you like he did after that visit to his parents' house. Unfortunately for you, Seungcheol kept his hands totally off you, only giving you quick forehead pecks as goodbyes.

As your eyes connect, sitting next to each other after the dance, you find yourself craving for him. You want his hands all over you.

Is that wrong?

A sudden, new wave of embarrassment hits you as you enter the limousine after the ceremony. Seungcheol helps you get in before entering through the opposite door as you quickly collect your beautiful dress together and sit quietly, staring at your lap.

It's almost 9 o'clock and the traffic has faded away. Seungcheol is taking you to his penthouse, a place you've only heard him talk about, a place he said you'd enjoy living in.

You wonder how the next couple years would be. How will it be like to live with him? Will you sleep in the same bed every night? Will he even enjoy sharing his house with you? What if he hates having you around?

"Are you ignoring me?" Seungcheol's voice pulls you back to reality.

You try not to appear shy and flustered, "Huh? No, no I'm not."

"You've been awfully quiet since you've walked down the isle."

"Just... thinking." You reply meekly. Damn it, why do you feel so shy?

There's a silence as Seungcheol looks out the window, hands under his chin. You take the moment to appreciate his profile, ogling him unashamedly. You really, truly, want to be in his arms. And you should probably get your head checked.

"Do you regret doing this?" He asks suddenly.

"No! No, I do not," you protest to which he nods, understanding.

After a beat if silence his hand gently cups yours. You stop breathing. "I'll try to make your living as comfortable as possible. Don't hesitate to let me know if you have any problem." His expression is serious and you nod, throat dry. He smile is soft, showing just a bit of his dimples as he holds onto your hand, not letting go. You try to calm your breathing which proves to be an impossible task whenever you look at your joined hands.

After almost an hour drive, the limousine stops and your breath is sucked out as you get out of it. In front of you stands a huge building with the fanciest design and you can't wait to see what's inside. Seungcheol helps you with your dress and casually holds your hand as you both walk into the elevator. It heads for the seventeenth floor and during that whole period of time Seungcheol doesn't let go of your hand. When the elevator stops and you both step out into a large lobby, leading to his penthouse. Seungcheol swipes the card to open the door and it's only after you step into the apartment that he lets your hand go.

You probably look like a deer in headlights as you gawk at the beautiful home, equipped to unbelievably expensive appliances and delicate designing. With high ceilings and full length windows and beautiful pieces of furniture and marble fittings it's too pretty to touch.

All the while Seungcheol's eyes are on you, amused at your reaction. "You like it?" He grins.

"I...wow," you're speechless. "This is...huge." You say dumbly. Seungcheol laughs heartily before once again taking your hand, "Let me give you a quick tour."

And so he does, showing you around the house, the huge kitchen connected to the living room, the library, the study room the guest bedrooms and finally stopping before the master bedroom.

A king sized bed lies by the huge windows. There's a closet with an amount of space you could only dream of. The master bathroom is almost the size of your studio apartment and a wave of embarrassment hits you. Will you ever get used to this? You only feel more embarrassed when you remember that this isn't yours forever.

Shit, ___. Get a grip.

You plop down on the large fluffy bed and pry off your heels from your aching feet. You watch as Seungcheol stands in front of the dresser, slowing undoing his bow tie.

There's a small moment where you both lock eyes before you cough loudly, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Instead you quietly take off your earnings and reach for the buttons behind your dress- except, your hands can't reach them.

Seungcheol sees you struggling, "Let me do it for you." You almost let out a squeak, feeling shy and excited. You stand up as he appears behind you and starts to unbutton your dress, slowly.

It feels like eternity as you stand, holding your breath, blood pumping loudly in your veins.

Seungcheol's deep voice sends shivers down your spine, "There, done." He says that but doesn't move from behind you, his hands resting on your shoulders as the cool air hits you back. You, too, seems to be stuck on your place as you can't move a muscle. Your conscience slaps her head, what the hell is wrong with you?

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look?" Seungcheol's mouth is extremely close to your ear and you can't help but squeak, warmth spreading through your body like wildfire.

"You look lovely, so beautiful," His voice is deep as he strokes the column of your neck before turning you to face him.

Your eyes are wide like saucers and your face is on fire, literally. Just being this close to him, with none around, makes your brain stop functioning.

He leans in and captures your lips in a kiss, without any warning whatsoever. Your tongues collide and you let him take the lead, his hand grabbing your ass, unashamedly.

"Tell me if you want me stop, I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No!" You grab onto his broad shoulders and pull him towards you again, meeting your lips once more. Of course you want him. You've wanted him since God knows how long.

While peppering your face with kisses, he pushes down your gown for you to step out of it. The cold air makes you shiver as you're left in a lacy white underwear with garter belts. Seungcheol's eyes move over your, taking in your figure. He swallows before pushing you down onto the bed and climbing over you, hurriedly taking off his suit jacket and shirt.

His eyes are locked on yours and your heart is beating a mile a minute. He looks like some god, his black locks messy and his chiseled face staring down at you, his strong body on top of you. You can't stop yourself from ogling his torso when his shirt comes off, leaving his toned muscles and biceps for you to see. Before you know it, you're reaching out to touch him. Your fingers dance over his chest and abdomen before your eyes meet and Seungcheol groans, cupping your face for another kiss.

He's quick to strip you off your bra while literring your neck and chest with kisses and bites. After fully undressing you and taking yet another unembarrassed look at your body Seungcheol asks, "Are you sure?"

You whine, needy and impatient, "Yes, please, Seungcheol. Fuck me." You're surprised at your own eagerness but it only turns Seungcheol on, a devilish smirk on his lips.

"My pleasure sweetheart." He whispers before going down between your legs.

Soft morning light hits your face, waking you up in the process. It takes a while for you to assess everything and you feel your body, especially lower half, ache deliciously- an aftermath of the numerous orgasms Seungcheol gave you yesterday night.

A strong arm is wrapped around your waist from behind, making you feel warm and safe. You sigh, playing with the wedding ring on your finger.

You're married now. To Choi Seungcheol. Shit.

Instead of letting your mind start overthinking, you gently turn around to face your husband, careful not to wake him up.

He lies there, fast asleep, his beautiful features relaxed, the morning light giving him an angelic glow. Before you can stop yourself, you're reaching out to stroke his face, your gentle fingers tracing his skin. He's so soft, so beautiful. Your heart constricts, thinking about how much you want to spend the rest of your life in his arms.

You'd be more than happy to be by his side, sharing a home with him, helping him whenever he's in need, making a family-

A sudden realisation that you tried to bury all this time dawns on you, bringing tears to your eyes.

You're in love with Choi Seungcheol.

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madpanda75 · 5 years

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A fic idea for nevada or Barba where you bring home an abandoned cat or dog and they're just super grumbly about it and don't like it and then end up jealous because you spend all your time and energy with the pet before they eventually come round

First of all, @walkingsnowman, you have the patience of a saint! I’m combining this with @thatesqcrush‘s request “Pipe the fuck down, asshole” from the “five word prompt list.” Thank you guys soooo much for your requests! I’m sorry it took me forever to write.

Hope you all like this! Get ready for fluffy soft Nevada (well….maybe not so fluffy). ❤️

Check out Part Two

“The Negative” Part One

Place the test stick on a flat surface with the windows facing up for two minutes. Following the instructions exactly, you gingerly placed the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter as if it were a ticking bomb, afraid any sudden movements would cause a catastrophic explosion. Staring down at the test, watching the light blue color swirl across the windows, you silently willed time to move faster. Perhaps it was like that old saying, “A watched pot never boils.”

You stepped back from the bathroom counter and sat on the edge of the tub, picking a hangnail and ruining your new manicure. Two minutes. 120 seconds. In such a short span of time, your life could change completely. This shouldn’t have been a complete surprise. It’s not like you and your boyfriend, Nevada, were careful when it came to using birth control. But were you ready to be someone’s mother? Were you ready to start a family? A family with Nevada Ramirez. Trujillo, himself. The King of the Heights. This was all happening so fast.

You glanced down at your phone and saw two minutes had passed. Taking a deep breath, you walked up to the counter and picked up the test. There it was, a single vertical line. The test was negative. Rather than breathe a sigh of relief, you grabbed another test stick from one of the several boxes you had purchased that morning, not quite trusting the results from the test you just took. The last thing you needed was a false negative and then end up on a crazy reality show where the women don’t realize they’re pregnant until they go to the bathroom and out popped a baby. Nope, better take a few more, just to be sure.

You took three more tests, it was amazing how you could generate enough pee for all of them . All of the tests read the same result. Negative. You should have been doing the happy dance. It should have felt like the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulders, but instead you were disappointed in your body for not being able to get pregnant. Your heart sank.

You quickly threw the tests in the garbage. Sitting on the edge of the tub, you took in large gulps of air, struggling to breathe, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. It felt like the walls were closing in on you. The room was spinning. You had to get out of that apartment. Grabbing the garbage, you threw on a pair of flip flops, took your keys from the counter and left your home, in dire need of fresh air. After tossing the evidence of your wasted afternoon in the dumpster, you started to walk, ignoring the dark ominous clouds looming overhead.

How long had you been walking? You lost count by the twentieth block. For the past week thoughts of babies had been running through your head: kissing chubby cherub cheeks, tickling your son or daughter’s belly making them laugh and squeal in delight, rubbing your nose against the top of their head, inhaling that sweet intoxicating smell that all newborns seemed to have.

Your mind then drifted to Nevada, trying to imagine what he would look like cradling a tiny baby with green eyes and dark hair in his arms. A sad smile tugged at your lips at the image of him lulling his child to sleep with a sweet Spanish lullaby, completely transfixed by the life you both had created. But then reality crept back in, ripping the image from your broken heart. In one day, one line, one result stole that dream away from you and replaced it with fear and uncertainty. What if you could never get pregnant? What if Nevada didn’t want a family?

Nevada may have been terrifying to most people with a pulse but not to you. He surprised you in so many ways. You also surprised him. He realized early on in your relationship not to be deceived by your beauty. You were as tough as nails and gave just as much attitude as he did.

You continued walking, the sky getting darker and darker. A breeze whipped through your hair. You wrapped your arms around your body, shivering as raindrops began to dot your thin tank top. A sudden clap of thunder made you jump in your skin. The sky opened up and rain began to pelt down. You were drenched in a matter of seconds. While everyone ran for cover, you slowly made your way back home, not caring about the rain or anything else in that moment when a tiny mewl caught your attention from an alley beside the sidewalk. The tiny whimpers could barely be heard above the claps of thunder rumbling from above.

You headed into the dark alleyway, weaving around dirty puddles and garbage, trying to find the source of those pathetic noises. “Hello?” You called out before realizing what a fool you must have looked like in that instant, sifting through debris between a Chinese restaurant and a bodega during a rainstorm in search of God knows what. Thankfully, no one was around to notice. Lightning sliced through the sky, illuminating the space around you followed by another loud boom of thunder. You yelped and jumped back, your legs bumping into a small wooden crate covered in soggy newspapers. The crate yowled in response. You bent down and tossed the old papers aside finding a pair of large glowing eyes staring up at you.

*****

Nevada paced back and forth around the living room, glancing outside at the sheet of rain pouring down. He reached into his back pocket for his pack of cigarettes. Shaking one out of the carton, he lit the cigarette and held the smoke in his mouth for a long moment, enjoying the deep burn he felt in his throat. Although you had a hard rule about not smoking in the house, Nevada needed this. The nicotine helped to relieve the tension in his muscles. He had been on edge since early that afternoon when he came home to find you gone. Normally, he wouldn’t think anything of it but when he spied your cell phone and purse on the kitchen counter, he knew something was wrong. You always took your cell phone with you, even if you were going out for a jog around the block.

Nevada may have been King of the Heights, but he certainly didn’t get there without making a few enemies in the process. What if something happened to you? Nevada reached for his phone and called one of his men that he had sent out to troll the neighborhood for you. “Any sign of her?” He asked when his goon answered, taking another long draw from his cigarette.

“Not yet, jefe. We searched in all her usual hangouts,” the man replied.

“Keep looking,” Nevada growled and hung up the phone. He grinded the stub of his cigarette into a discarded magazine on the living room table. “Fuck this,” he muttered, getting up and grabbing his jacket. Nevada was an impatient man. He felt useless and ridiculous standing idly by. Trujillo was not some teenage girl sitting by the phone on a Saturday night. No, he would take matters into his own hands and go look for you himself. He grabbed his keys and opened the door, running smack into you.

You were shivering, soaked to the bone. “Y/N! Where’ve you been? I was just about to go look for you. Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Nevada grabbed you by the shoulders, looking you over for any signs of blood or injuries.

“I’m fine,” you softly said through chattering teeth. “Just decided to go for a walk.”

Nevada stared at you incredulously, ushering you inside. “In the middle of a thunderstorm. Estás loca? Look at you, you’re freezing!” He rubbed your arms, trying to bring some warmth back into your body, ignoring the giant wet black ball of fur you were clutching to your chest.

“It wasn’t raining when I started to walk. Anyways it’s a good thing I went. Look what I found.” You held out what Nevada thought was the ugliest looking animal he had ever seen.

He scowled and backed away. “What the fuck is that?”

“What do you mean “what the fuck is that.” Haven’t you ever seen a cat before?” You turned the cat to face you and made a kissy noise. “I found him in the alley next to Empire Szechuan. Isn’t he cute,” you cooed, bringing the animal back up to Nevada’s face.

Cute wasn’t exactly the first word Nevada would have used to describe the filthy four-legged beast. The cat looked worse for wear. If that thing had nine lives, he definitely didn’t have many left. Chunks of black fur were missing from his body, a piece of his right ear appeared to have been bitten off and perhaps the most unsettling were his eyes. Two mossy green eyes that were crossed. The damn cat couldn’t even see straight.

“He’s…..he’s something, alright,” Nevada slowly said and stepped away from the cross-eyed, mangy feline.

“Can we keep him? Please? He’s all alone in this world. He doesn’t have anywhere to go. He’s an orphan.” You pouted your lips and batted your lashes at Nevada, giving him big doe eyes while bringing the cat up to your cheek. The feline purred as he nuzzled against your face. “Pretty please, Vada.”

Nevada sighed and looked up to the ceiling in defeat, knowing he would cave. You were his kryptonite. He would crawl to the ends of the Earth just to make you happy. “Fine,” he grumbled and rolled his eyes.

“Gracias, mi amor.” You smiled and kissed his cheek, walking past him towards the bedroom, cradling the cat in your arms. “Come on, Vegas. Let’s go get ready for bed,” you cooed.

Nevada whipped around. “Vegas?!”

“Yeah, his name,” you replied, motioning to the cat. “It’s cute, right? Plus I thought it fit cause you and him are very similar. He’s like a mini-Nevada. You wear black, he’s all black. You have green eyes, he has green eyes.”

Nevada frowned at the idea of being compared to a stray animal. “Yeah but mine aren’t crossed.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not funny, Papi. You’re hurting my baby’s feelings.” You snuggled up to the critter and went into the bedroom, leaving Nevada alone in the middle of the living room. He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, listening to you talk to the cat from the other room. You were acting strange. Something wasn’t right, he just couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

*****

At some point between your walk and coming back home, you started your period. After putting in a tampon, you washed your hands, staring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, feeling completely betrayed by your own body.

“Oye!” Nevada called out from the bedroom. “You ok in there?”

You sniffled and wiped away a few stray tears that had managed to slip out. “I’m fine. I’ll be out in a second.”

You walked out of the master bathroom and crawled into bed. Nevada rolled over and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to him, your back flush against his chest. “Mmm, you’re still so cold, baby. Want Papi to warm you up?” He slowly began to kiss down your neck. His fingertips trailing down your arm, inching closer to your thigh. He hummed in appreciation while roaming your form. His growing erection rubbing against your backside.

Most nights played out like this with you and Nevada unable to keep your hands off each other. You couldn’t get enough of him, he was like a drug to you. But tonight was different, feeling yourself stiffen under his touch. You didn’t need sex, what you needed in that moment was to be comforted. You turned to face him and grabbed his hands. “Vada, not tonight. I’m sorry. I’m just….not in the mood. Do you think you could just hold me?”

“Of course.” Nevada cupped your face, gently stroking your cheek. There was such sadness in your eyes. A deep despair that unnerved him. “Are you ok?”

You gave him a tight smile and nodded. “I’m fine,” you lied. “I just want to be held, that’s all.” You rested your head on his chest, listening to the thumping of his heart under your ear, your fingers tracing each one of his scars.

Nevada wound an arm around you and rested his cheek against the crown of your head. He had just closed his eyes when he felt a pair of sharp claws digging into his chest followed by a meow. “Oye no!” He scolded when a pair of crossed green eyes looked up at him. “Cats sleep on the floor.”

“Please, Vada. Just tonight. Just this once,” you begged and reached out for Vegas.

He gave you a stern look. “Fine, but just tonight. I mean what if that thing has fleas or something.”

“Vegas doesn’t have fleas,” you said, scratching behind his ear. “He’s perfect.”

The cat made himself comfortable between you and Nevada, circling a few times, his butt getting right in Nevada’s face. “Carajo!” He groaned as the cat’s tail whipped his nose. You giggled and gently took Vegas in your arms, laying your head back on Nevada’s chest. Between the cat and your boyfriend, you finally were able to fall asleep after a long day.

*****

For a tiny cat, Vegas seemed to take up a lot of room. To make matters worse, he also had a preferred sleeping spot— the top of Nevada’s head. Everytime Nevada plucked Vegas up and placed him on the floor, he would jump right back on the bed and get in the same position. This continued throughout the night, until Nevada moved to the living room to sleep on the couch. His efforts proved futile when the cat promptly followed him and leapt right on top of his head yet again. By that point, it was 4 in the morning and Nevada had given up on sleep. Instead he got up and dressed, deciding to leave early to go to the club, thinking he would double check the books and maybe squeeze in a nap on his office couch.

Later that afternoon, Nevada opened the door to your shared home, utterly exhausted. Walking into the foyer, he tripped and nearly broke his neck on a large plastic mouse. Muttering a curse under his breath, he picked up the object in question and tossed it into the living room where he saw the entire floor covered in cat toys. His jaw dropped, eyes widening as he drank in the scene before him. Plush balls, squeaky fishes stuffed with catnip, laser pointers, and cat teasers littered the floor. Nevada cautiously stepped over the toys as if he was in a minefield. He continued to walk through the apartment, noticing a few tiny ridiculous outfits strewn on the dining room table and a deluxe multi-level kitty mansion right next to the television. If it wasn’t for the pictures of you and Nevada adorning the walls, he would’ve swore that he was in some sick twisted version of cat utopia.

“Nevada? Is that you?” You shouted.

“Yeah, I came home early.” Nevada followed the sound of your voice to the kitchen. You were standing at the sink giving Vegas a bath. The cat looked pitiful and less than pleased to be dripping wet. “How was your day?” He asked, warily eyeing the soaking feline while he opened the fridge to grab a beer.

“Vegas and I had a big day. Didn’t we, snookums?” You wrapped a fluffy towel around Vegas and rocked him back and forth. “We went to the vet to get a checkup and then stopped by the pet store to pick up a few things,” you said in a high-pitched baby voice, your eyes never leaving the cat in your arms.

Nevada nearly spat his beer out. “A few things?! Carajo, Y/N, it looks like you bought out the whole store! We could open up our own pet shop with all this stuff.” He grimaced and nudged a stuffed toy bird with his foot causing it to squeak.

“Well, we want our baby to have the best.”

“I guess,” he mumbled, picking up one of the several prescription bottles on the counter. “What’s all this?”

“His medication,” you replied nonchalantly, drying off Vegas and setting him down on the floor.

Nevada snorted a laugh. “Medication? You gotta be kidding me. You sure you didn’t hold up a pharmacy? Since when does a cat need pills.”

“Animals need medication too, Vada. Vegas just needs a little extra that’s all.” You shrugged and began organizing the orange bottles. “There’s his flea and tick medication, allergy medication, medication for his heart murmur and liver, medicine for a rash he may get as a reaction from the medication he has to take for his heart murmur. It’s all basic stuff really.”

“Coño, my 95 year old abuelita doesn’t need this much medication,” Nevada mused. He gently pulled you towards, wrapping his arms around your waist and planting a firm kiss on your lips. “Listen, mi amor. This whole cat thing,” he said, waving his hand in the air. “If you want a pet so badly then why don’t we just buy you a kitten or a puppy from a good breeder or maybe an easier animal like a beta fish or a sea monkey. You know, get you a pet that isn’t so sick. Maybe a cat that can actually see straight and has both ears intact,” he teased.

You frowned and vehemently shook your head, moving out of Nevada’s grasp to finish clearing away the pill bottles. “No. I’m not abandoning Vegas. He can’t help that he needs all this medicine. Just because someone is sick or their body doesn’t perform the way that it should, doesn’t mean you just throw them away like trash.” You continued your rant while furiously scouring the sink, your eyes glossy with tears. “Maybe Vegas knows that his body betrayed him but he’s dealing with it. He’s trying his best with what he has. He may have hopes and dreams but his body prevents him from achieving them. That doesn’t mean we give up on him.”

Nevada furrowed his eyebrows in concern at this sudden outburst. He placed his hand over yours and tilted his head to meet your gaze. “Hey, we won’t get another cat, I promise. I’m just worried about you. You’ve been acting weird. Is there something you want to tell me?” He gently ran his fingers through your hair, his eyes pleading for you to tell him what was wrong.

You almost confessed everything to him but you just couldn’t. You were afraid. Afraid of how he would react to the news that he almost could have been a father. Afraid of saying out loud that you wanted a family and that it may never happen. “I’m fine. Just tired,” you whispered, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from crying. “I’m going to go take a nap.” You walked past him and went to your bedroom.

Nevada stood in place, listening to the door shut. He wanted to follow you and demand to know what was wrong, but he couldn’t move. Nevada was never one for emotions and he felt ill-equipped to handle this situation. Typically it was the other way around, you were the one encouraging him to talk, breaking down those walls he had built up around his heart.

In need of something stronger than a beer, Nevada grabbed a glass and some scotch from the kitchen cupboard. He poured himself a drink and went to the living room, tossing aside some catnip toys before sitting down on the couch. Nevada downed the first glass, relishing in the sharp burn as the amber liquid went down his throat and poured himself another. Vegas jumped up on the table, staring at him with his crossed green eyes.

Nevada glared at the feline. “The fuck you looking at.”

Vegas narrowed his eyes and brought up his paw, ready to swipe the expensive bottle of scotch off the table. Before Nevada could say anything, the cat moved his paw and sent the bottle flying. Nevada glanced down at the broken bottle, the alcohol seeping into the expensive rug underneath the table. “Me cago en su madre,” he muttered, running a hand over his face.

The next few weeks tested Nevada’s patience. Apart from the lack of sleep and finding hairballs all over the house, Vegas had also decided to forgo the expensive scratching post you had bought and clawed up one of Nevada’s favorite leather jackets instead. It took all his strength not to stuff Vegas in a bag and toss him over the Washington Heights bridge. On top of the feline frenzy surrounding your household, you had distanced yourself more and more from Nevada, focusing all your attention on the cat. Anytime he tried to get close, you would take a step back, shutting him out completely. This was also the longest you had ever gone without sex, typically you both were like rabbits. Nevada was frustrated in more ways than one, quickly reaching his breaking point. It was only a matter of time before he exploded and the truth would eventually bubble up to the surface.

*****

“Babe, ven aca! Look what I can do!” You called out from your comfortable spot on the sofa. Nevada walked into the living room just as you were taking a plate of chocolate cake and balancing it on your swollen belly. “Ta-dah!” You smiled and threw your arms out.

“Coño que talent.” Nevada snorted a laugh before furrowing his eyebrows when he saw you take a huge bite of cake. “Hey, is that the last piece?”

You froze mid-bite, your cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk. “Maybe,” you managed to say with your mouth full.

“I knew I should’ve hid it,” he teased and shook his head.

You swallowed and swiped some frosting on your index finger, beckoning Nevada to come closer. “Awww, you wanna taste, Papi?” You smirked, spreading your legs a bit.

Nevada moved the plate to the table and hovered over your frame, sucking the chocolate frosting off your digit. “Mmmm.” Licking his lips, he leaned forward, placing wet wanton kisses up the gentle slope of your neck. “Have I told you how sexy you look pregnant,” he purred in your ear.

“Everyday for the past 7 months.”

“Cause it’s true. I can’t get enough of you.” Nevada continued to kiss down your body, playfully biting down on your nipple through your thin t-shirt.

You softly moaned, losing yourself in the moment when you felt your baby girl stretch in your womb. “She’s kicking.”

Nevada smiled and pushed up your shirt, placing his hands on your bump. “Oye, this is your Papi speaking. Can you hear me?” He stared at your stomach in amazement, watching it move as she kicked against his palms.

“Houston, we have contact.” You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair.

Nevada dropped a tender kiss on your belly, softly caressing his child’s home. “I can’t wait to meet you, mi princesa. Papi loves you so much.” You smiled and closed your eyes, listening to him talk to the life that was growing inside you.

You opened your eyes and sat up. It was early, light only just beginning to peek through the windows of your darkened bedroom. You glanced down at Nevada asleep next to you before placing a hand on your flat stomach. It wasn’t real. Just a figment of your imagination, a cruel joke your dreams had played on you. A soft sob escaped your lips. You had been so happy, floating on air only to come crashing back to Earth.

There was no way you would ever be able to fall asleep now. You got out of bed and changed into a pair of leggings and one of Nevada’s t-shirts, deciding that a run might help clear your mind. You stepped outside into the cool morning, stretching your arms above your head before beginning an easy pace. Each slap of your foot against the pavement brought you some sense of clarity, some form of escape. You ran harder and faster until all you could comprehend was the sweat beading off your face and the burn in your lungs.

*****

Nevada was in a deep sleep, a rarity as of late, when he felt a pair of sharp claws pawing at his head and a black tail swishing in his face. “Get off,” he muttered, swiping the cat away with his eyes still closed. He rolled over and reached out for you, only to find rumpled sheets. Figuring that you were in the kitchen making breakfast, he tried to fall back asleep but Vegas had other plans. The cat pounced on top of him and began batting at his chest. “Y/N! Come get this fuckin’ cat,” he groaned, getting up with Vegas in his arms, placing him on the floor.

Just as Nevada had fallen back asleep, he heard the most pitiful meow coming from the bathroom. The meows became louder and more obnoxious. “Pipe the fuck down, asshole!” Nevada growled and covered his head with a pillow to drown out the sound but it was no use. He got up again, ripping the covers off and stomping over to the bathroom to find Vegas with his head stuck in the cupboard under the sink. The cat wiggled its body, trying to escape as it cried for help.

“Stupid cat. How the fuck did you do this,” Nevada grumbled and crouched down to open the cupboard. “Y/N! Get your–” Nevada began to shout, pulling the cat out of the cupboard when he saw something that silenced him immediately. There in Vegas’ mouth was a pregnancy test. The cat dropped the test stick in his hand and scampered off. It was still in its wrapper. Upon looking deeper into the cupboard, he found a whole box of tests that you had hidden. Nevada fell back on the floor, completely stunned. All of a sudden your odd behavior these past few weeks began to make sense.

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