#like she really knew i was pregnant or something

[midnightsnyx]

girl at home | mat barzal | part 9

pairing: mat barzal x fem!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of pregnancy, not edited word count: 2.1k authors note: i am back with a little less brain!! (literally) it took me a bit to start writing again cause I had some slowness on my right side so I wasn't quite up to writing. BUT i hope you guys like p9 and thank you so much for the continuous love on this story <3 the first bit is marlee's POV and after the * it's back to readers pov. hope u all like & pls lmk what you think <3

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MARLEE

Marlee Jones loved her job. It was something she took pride in; helping bring new lives into the world and being there for all the mamas. Of course there were always the hard days, the days that made her hug Stella a little tighter when she got home from a shift. Her job had its ups and downs, but at the end of the day, she wouldn’t want to do anything else. 

So, her panic is warranted when she comes across a certain patient file. She wasn’t looking for it, but when her eyes caught the name and there weren’t any other people nearby, she couldn’t help herself. It’s against HIPAA, and if anybody found out, she would be fired without question but she slipped the file in between a couple others and walked to a random supply closet. She closed and locked the door behind her before pulling the file out and opening it. Her eyes quickly scanned the pages, the words Hysterical Pregnancy making her heart race. She had to double check the name on the file twice, before believing it. 

She knew that someone would notice the missing file, so she quickly found a printer and copied the pages, tucking them in her tote bag and putting the file exactly where it was. 

Nobody would know.

*

Your first instinct is to calm Marlee down. Her panicking is making you panic and at least one of you needs to keep a straight head. You’re trying to let her words sink in without letting your mind go down a rabbit hole. You need to see all the facts before letting yourself do that.

“Marlee,” you reach out to grab her shaking hands. “What happened?”

She looks up at you and takes a deep breath. “I can’t- I can’t tell you the details but she’s not pregnant. She lied, and it’s already caused so much damage between you, and Mat and Liana… and Nora.” She pulls her hands away from yours and buries her face in them.

You decide not to remind her that Mat already fucked things up before Calista dropped the baby bomb on him because she knows that. Focus on one disaster at a time. 

Calista lied about being pregnant. Mat doesn’t know this, and even if you try to tell him, you have no idea how he’ll react. Really, it’s none of your business and you can very well go on with your life because Mat has let you know loud and clear what his feelings are. He wants Calista in his life despite you not wanting her in Nora’s life. He technically has no rights, no say in what happens but when he first found out about her and asked to be in her life, you’d so desperately wanted to let him. 

“How long can she pull off this lie until he finds out the truth?” you ask quietly and she lifts her head from her hands.

“Depends,” she mumbles.

“On what?”

“How deep she has him pulled into her fantasy.”

. . .

You let Nora spend a little more time with Stella, mainly wanting her to burn as much energy from the sugar high she’s on from the ice-cream. She’s sleepy when you buckle her in her carseat and you’re pretty sure she’s asleep but she mumbles something and you look to see her looking at you with droopy eyes.

“What was that?” you ask softly.

She looks down, avoiding eye contact with you which is worrisome. 

“Do you think Mat would want to see me?” she whispers. “Without her?”

She obviously doesn’t need to clarify who she's referring to and it breaks your heart that a six-year-old has to worry about things like this. 

“I can ask,” you tell her, unsure why she wants to see him suddenly. “You don’t have to go see Mat if you don’t want to, baby.”

By now, you’re pulling into your driveway so you can turn the jeep off and turn to give her your full attention. She still won’t look at you so you reach out and tap on her leg until she looks up. 

“I want to,” she says but doesn’t elaborate so you don’t push. 

“Okay, I’ll call him tomorrow.”

She just nods and starts to unbuckle her seatbelt so you get out and help her. She doesn’t complain when you carry her inside, helping her change into pajamas and brush her teeth. When she asks if she can watch a movie before bed, you don’t have the heart to deny her, even though it’s close to her bedtime so you set her up on the couch and put her favorite movie on. She’ll be out like a light in less than twenty minutes so while you’re waiting, you grab your phone and pull up Mat’s contact. Your finger hovers over the call option but you’re not sure you want to talk to him over the phone so you go into your text messages instead. The last messages between the two of you were when you last met up and even then they were short and to the point which makes this text easily simple.

To Mat: Nora wants to see you.

You lay your phone on the counter and get a glass of water while waiting for his response. You’re unnecessarily nervous, mainly because you are expecting him to start an argument the moment you tell him that Nora doesn’t want Calista to be there. You don’t even feel comfortable letting Mat see her because of what he said, but you can’t turn her request down. Not when she was so adamant about not wanting to see him, and out of the blue deciding that she does. 

When you check on Nora while waiting for a response, she’s asleep so you pick her up and carry her to bed. You spend a minute just watching her after you’ve tucked her in. You’re desperate to see what’s going on in that little head of hers.

Just as you walk back to the kitchen, your phone buzzes and you freeze. Maybe messaging Mat tonight was a bad idea, and you should’ve just waited until tomorrow. It’s too late now though so you walk over and look to see Mat’s name and an unread message. 

From Mat: ok

From Mat: when?

It bothers you, how nonchalant he’s acting after everything that’s happened. This is about Nora though, so you take a breath and try to decide on a date.

To Mat: Sunday?

From Mat: ok

You want to scream at him and take back the offer but remind yourself again that Nora explicitly asked to see him and it’s her decision to make. 

So, you set up a place and time and tell him that she doesn’t want to see Calista. You expect him to argue, but he responds with another simple ok, and that’s that. 

. . .

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Marlee asks, crossing her arms and glaring at Mat who’s sitting on a bench at the park you agreed to meet at. The two of you are standing outside her jeep, stalling a little before going over there. 

Nora asked if Stella could come to the park too and Marlee was pulling out of her driveway before you could finish asking. You’re a little worried that she’s going to yell at Mat, but you figure with the kids there, she will contain herself unless he says something out of line.

“Nora asked to see him,” you remind her but she just grumbles something under her breath. 

You’re ready to get this over with so you open the door and let Nora and Stella climb out of the jeep. Normally, they would race to the playground but Nora is hesitating, glancing over to where Mat is. He hasn’t noticed that you’re here yet which is good, because you are about five seconds away from just putting the kids back in and driving away. 

Nora sighs quietly before walking over to Mat. You and Marlee hang back a little but Stella grabs her hand and sticks close to her. 

When Mat sees her, his face lights up and for a second, you want to forgive him so everything can go back to how it was before. You can’t though, not when what he said is still so fresh and not when you know about Calista’s lies.

“Hey peanut,” he says softly, staying seated while Nora stands in front of him, looking down and scuffing her shoe on the gravel. He looks at you when she doesn’t say anything but you just shrug even though you’re confused. You’re about to ask Nora if she wants to just go to the playground when she breaks her silence.

“Are you not my daddy?” she asks quietly and it takes you off guard. You had this conversation with her, assuring her that Calista was lying but she must want to hear it from Mat.

“What?” he asks, looking at you before turning his attention back to her.

“Calista told me that you’re not my daddy,” she says more firmly, finally looking up at him. Her arms are crossed and she’s glaring at him. You’d be impressed if you weren’t so worried about what Mat may say.

His mouth opens and closes a couple times and he looks like a fish out of water. He looks at you again, as if he’s expecting you to step in but you just raise an eyebrow at him as if to say I told you so.

“I think she was confused-” he begins to say which is absolutely the wrong thing to say because it sets Nora off. 

She stomps her foot and her glare hardens. “No! She said that mommy lied and that you’re not really my daddy. She told me that I don’t have a daddy.”

Before he can say anything, she’s storming off toward the playground, Stella chasing after her. 

“Do I need to say I told you so?” you ask sharply, now that the kids are out of hearing range.

“You just did,” he mumbles and Marlee, who has been quiet up until now, steps towards Mat.

“You’re a piece of work,” she snaps and Mat looks at her confused. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Do I need to repeat myself?” she says, and you’re more than happy to let her say what’s on her mind. 

“You’re letting your girlfriend tell your daughter that you’re not her father, and instead of comforting Nora, you’re trying to defend your girlfriend!” 

For a moment, you’re scared Marlee is going to get angry enough that she’ll tell him the truth about Calista, but she takes a deep breath and turns away to go to where the girls are playing. You watch her walk over until she reaches them before turning back to Mat. 

He’s staring at the ground and you don’t know why you’re still standing here but you guess you’re just waiting for Mat to say something.

“I fucked up,” he eventually mumbles and you scoff. 

“When did you come to that brilliant conclusion?” 

There’s the tiniest part of you that wants to bring up Calista, just to see if he’ll tell you anything but you’re not sure you’re in the mood to hear about her. Not when you know the truth. 

“Liana is mad at me,” he tells you, which is news, because you thought she was just angry at you. 

“I can’t imagine why.”

You look back at Nora, smiling when you see her laughing. She looks more like herself, rather than the gloomy kid she’s been the past couple days since she asked to see Mat. Like she got what was bothering her off her tiny shoulders. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Mat doing the same but his smile isn’t as real. If you weren’t still angry at him, you’d feel bad but you can’t let go of what he said and the fact that he tried again to defend Calista. 

“She’s a good kid,” he says softly and you hum in agreement. 

“Did you know?” he asks, “that she was going to say that?”

“No,” you tell him. It’s not a lie - she didn’t tell you why she wanted to see Mat, and you didn’t want to push. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, but you shake your head and look directly at him.

“Sorry isn’t going to fix it this time. Marlee was right, instead of apologizing to Nora, who deserves to hear that more than me, you won’t stop making excuses for Calista,” you tell him. “I don’t know what you’re expecting from Nora and I, but sorry isn’t the answer.” 

He frowns, but nods, seemingly accepting your response. You leave it at that and walk over to where Nora, Stella, and Marlee are, grinning when your daughter reaches for you. She hugs you when you pick her up and when you look back at the bench Mat was sitting at, he’s already gone.

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[tiredfox64]

I was wondering if you could write about Smoke and the reader have already been married and they have kids of their own (2 or 3) and Kuai Liang and Harumi decided to give them a break by watching the kids while Tomas and the reader go on a date night and when they come back they see Kaui Liang and Harumi look exhausted and lost while the kids are being rambunctious? Lol

Never Again, Not Even for Cake

Prior notes: I’ve babysat my niece once. I ended up telling my fiancé my baby fever was gone. Still looking for it. (I’ll get to the other requests soon)

Pairing: Tomas x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: A child (no)

Ah yes, life’s pleasures. Fall in love, get married, have yourself a little family, the good stuff. Ah but hey, did anyone tell you have difficult kids could be?

Well, Tomas was a child once, but that doesn’t help. You did come from a large family, that helps. It was like living with bunnies. Even if you were the youngest there was always a cousin, niece, or nephew to help with. So you got the hang of this.

The first were a pair of twins, god help you. Two rambunctious boys who went behind their father’s back and learned smoke magic themselves. They aren’t skilled but they like to use it for pranks. And when they turned five, what do you think happened? That’s right! You fell pregnant again! This time with a baby girl.

So now you and Tomas have a family with a pair of six year old twins and a one year old baby girl. Take a guess, when was the last time you ever caught a break? Long time ago. That’s why Kuai Liang and Harumi stepped up and decided to babysit. That’s what good godparents do. You were a little skeptical since you never really knew how good they were with kids. But they constantly said it won’t be bad, you two need a break, you guys haven’t had a date in a while, etcétera etcétera. You caved, now the lovely couple stands in your home, ready to babysit.

“Are you sure you two can do this? You do realize the twins are sneaky? The little one found out she can grab things now.” You kept blabbering and Tomas had to reassure you.

“My love, I’m sure they will be fine. Kuai Liang helped raise me so I’m sure he can deal with the boys.”

“But-“

“We know the milk is in the fridge we just need to warm it up. She is teething so there are frozen teething toys in the freezer. The boys will eat anything and they like to sit down to watch Power Rangers.” Harumi quickly shut you down by going over some of the key points you told them.

“I still don’t think your use of the television is a great idea when calming the boys down.” Kuai Liang critiqued as if he has any say.

“It’s just a tv, Kuai Liang. Other parents do worse you have no idea.” You snapped back.

“Okay, love, I think we should get going. They look like they can handle themselves. Goodbye! Thank you again!” Tomas thanked his brother and sister in law before dragging you out of the house.

Finally a moment of freedom.

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A simple dinner alone was already a treat itself. Not having to force the twins to sit down, stop fighting, and just eat their food was a relief. Or your baby crying in the middle of the meal and having to listen for a good minute to figure out what she wants. The worst is when she’s just crying for no reason and you can’t do anything but let it pass.

There was none of that. Just you and Tomas having a yummy meal. It took you back to the time when you two were just dating. You could never really sit down since Tomas seemed paranoid he would be caught sneaking out of practice. He’d always scare you by popping out of no where from a puff of smoke. It wasn’t ever a big deal and he’d take your hand to go get some food. You commonly would steal from his plate whenever you could but you would give something back in return. A trade. He was happy to see that you still do that even when you guys are now married. You haven’t changed a bit and he was happy with that. Not even becoming a mother could suppress your personality.

You still look as gorgeous as the day he met you and he still looks so handsome. You never doubted your relationship with him. Never doubted marrying him or having kids with him. This date shows that there is a still a strong spark between you.

Not even when the dinner was done did the date truly end. You guys walked, talked, and laughed together. Never even a mention of the kids. Oh that’s right, the kids.

“It’s getting pretty late. You think we should start heading back? We did tell that that we would be out for three hours.” You suggested.

Tomas took a moment to think about it. Yes, it was getting pretty late. Late enough that the kids might need to be put down for bed soon. But…

“Nope, I think they will be okay with us being out for another hour. It’s not like the kids have anywhere important to be tomorrow so they can stay up late.” Eh, good enough, may the date go on!

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You and Tomas felt more rejuvenated. All smiles and laughter. You even felt good enough to get Kuai Liang and Harumi a whole cheesecake as another thanks for babysitting. You of course had to get the twins their own slice or else they won’t even shut up.

What you didn’t expect is to walk into was pure chaos. Your motherly instincts kicked in the moment you heard the baby crying. A cry of pain, probably the teething. Ah but Harumi looks like she’s in more pain. The baby had a tight grip on her long hair. That’s what you forgot to tell her. The baby yanks so she should put her hair up. Well at least Kuai Liang was safe from that.

…never mind the boys got him. He looked like a shell of his former self. His bun was so close to unraveling. At least nothing was on fire so that means they didn’t trick him into using his powers.

You placed the desserts on the kitchen table before running to Harumi. You forced your baby girl to open her hands and let go of Harumi’s beautiful black hair. It looked all messy now when it’s usually all smoothed down. You opened the freezer door and popped in the first frozen teething toy you could see. Immediately the crying stopped and she was satisfied once more.

Poor Kuai Liang, the twins are yanking at him and asking him to do more tricks. What is it with boys and arson? Tomas came over quickly to yank them off him, holding them by the back of their shirts. Looking around you could see the living room was in shambles.

“What in the world happened here?!” You yelled out.

“Why didn’t you say anything about them using smoke magic?” Kuai Liang asked in a tired voice.

“We told you they were sneaky.” You said.

“That’s not-!” He stopped himself from screaming at you.

Tomas placed both boys down on the ground again before scolding them into apologizing and cleaning the living room up.

“I mean look, you lived. You still have head on your hair,” You pointed at Harumi, “And you still have your sanity in tact.” Referring to Kuai Liang.

That was a lie they look utterly exhausted. Traumatized even. You’ve never seen these two that disheveled before. Hell, not even you looked this way after giving birth to the twins. Though their looks didn’t stop Tomas from asking for something else.

“Thank you so much for taking care of the kids, Kuai Liang,” he pulled his brother in closely to whisper something, “Could you come back next week? I want to take her out again.”

Kuai Liang damn near looked like he would kill his brother. He didn’t say anything. He just took Harumi’s hand and went out the door. They didn’t even take the cheesecake. Oh well! More for the family!

After notes: I’m sorry if this seems disfuncional. I ended up crying during my speech today so I feel off. I’ll be done with this semester soon. Only three weeks to go. Adiós!

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[emthimofnight]

Getting To Know You

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Summary: Sonic knows Shadow as an enemy, a rival, and an ally—but a friend and co-parent? Hardly. With their newfound daughter fast asleep, Sonic takes the opportunity to get to know his other half a bit better.

“Well, Stellar is finally asleep.”

Sonic turned his head to follow the voice of his long time rival, Shadow, as he announced his entrance into the living room. He could read the exhaustion in Shadow's body language immediately, even from where he was currently seated on the couch. The game show Sonic had been watching on the TV faded into the background as his focus was drawn elsewhere.

“Oh, yeah?” He answered. “That's good. She took a while to settle down this time.”

Shadow shuffled over, grunting in half-hearted response as he unceremoniously collapsed into the couch beside Sonic. Sonic watched as Shadow craned his neck backwards, resting his head on the back of the couch and closing his eyes. Now that he was closer, Sonic could clearly see how messy his quills were; something that was out of character for the black hedgehog. 

Feeling brave, he reached out to pluck a loose quill from Shadow's head, flicking it away with a quick snap of his fingers. A few weeks ago, he would have surely been rewarded for such a breach of Shadow's personal space with a growl or a threat, but now all his rival could muster was a quick, non-threatening glare in his direction. Sonic smiled in return.

“Sorry,” he chuckled. “Stray quill.”

“You're lucky I'm tired,” Shadow grumbled, failing to sound intimidating. 

“Oh, wow.” Sonic turned his body to face Shadow's more readily, the space between them thinning by a small margin. “The Ultimate Lifeform? Tired? Who are you?”

Shadow turned his head slightly in Sonic's direction, cracking a half smile. Sonic had noticed he'd been doing that more lately—smiling—and he couldn't shake the happy flutter of his heart at the sight. It was nice to get along with Shadow. As much as he enjoyed their fights, he had always wished the two of them could be friends, even in a minor capacity. Turns out, the push they needed to get along was co-parenting their illegal government experiment baby. Who knew?

“The only reason you are not tired is that I always do all the work,” Shadow replied quickly, sounding a smidgen annoyed with Sonic’s teasing, yes, but amused regardless.

“Hey, that's a low blow!” Sonic grinned. “You and I both know she likes you better. She never settles down for me!”

“That's because you spend more time goofing around with her than actually trying to put her to sleep.”

“I only try to tire her out! The kid has tons of energy!”

“You only succeed in riling her up,” Shadow retorted. 

“Oh, c'mon, Shads. She loves you. I think she must have, like—imprinted on you when you pulled her outta that test tube. It's a miracle she doesn't cry whenever you leave the room anymore.”

Shadow made a soft, “hmm” in response. He seemed somewhat pleased by Sonic's admission. 

“Maybe,” he said quietly. He almost seemed lost in thought for a moment, a pregnant pause hanging in the air. Sonic held his tongue, something that he was learning how to do more frequently as of late. It took him a bit to figure it out, but Shadow seems to speak his mind more often if he can just shut up and try to listen. Rewarding Sonic for a rare display of patience, Shadow continued, “It's so strange to have someone rely on you so completely.” 

Shadow glanced his way, his eyes expectant. It seemed he was waiting for Sonic to interject.

Apparently, Shadow had him figured out, too.

“Yeah,” Sonic bobbed his head in a steady nod. “Honestly, I never really imagined being a dad. Never thought I’d make a good one.”

“Neither did I,” Shadow admitted. “I don’t even know if I can have children through… Conventional means, so to speak. I don’t think it was ever intended for me to be able to reproduce.”

Sonic bit his tongue, resisting the knee-jerk reaction to tease Shadow about “conventional means of reproduction” and what that might entail, knowing that would be a quick way to shut down their conversation if he wasn’t careful. He and Shadow had certainly gotten closer as a result of this parenting partnership, but there were still boundaries that weren’t meant to be crossed.

“Guess it doesn’t matter either way,” Sonic shrugged. “We’re here now, and we’ve gotta make the most of it.”

“Hmm,” Shadow hummed in agreement. “I guess so.”

For a moment, there was silence. Sonic found himself at a loss as to what he should say next, something that was happening to him more regularly in Shadow’s presence. Keeping the peace between the two of them meant he had to make an active effort not to antagonize the other hedgehog, but that also left him a bit confused as to how he should interact with him. This whole situation caused him to realize that he and Shadow rarely had regular, non-world-destroying contact, and now the guy was around all the time! He was so used to punches flying between them that casual conversation had him floundering awkwardly.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” Shadow said suddenly, cutting through the haze of Sonic’s thoughts. It was like he could read his mind, sometimes. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Shadow’s tone was something he couldn’t quite recognize. Shadow rolled his wrist, gesturing in circular motions with his hand, clawing at the air as if trying to conjure his thoughts into something tangible that he could grasp. “It’s… Hard to deal with.”

Sonic blinked incredulously, his surprise apparent on his features. Shadow gave him a glare and a curl of his lip, showing the pointed tip of one of his fangs, frustration creasing his brow. For once, Shadow was filling the silence between them.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Shadow growled.

“Wait—are you saying that you like when I talk?”

Shadow pinched the bridge of his nose, “I didn’t say that. I’m just used to you talking all the time. I don’t—” a sigh, “I’m not good with conversation.” 

Sonic felt his quills prickle with a foreign sense of delight. It wasn’t exactly a compliment, but it was close enough to one that it made him a bit giddy all the same. 

Sonic chuckled. “You know what’s crazy? I’ve been trying to talk less.”

Shadow raised an eyebrow, face contorting in confusion. “What? Why?”

Sonic, slightly sheepish, replied, “Well, uh…  You talk more when I’m not talking, so. Been trying not to steamroll our conversations.”

Confusion still colored Shadow’s facial expression, his ruby eyes focusing on Sonic’s face. Sonic chose to admire a corner of the room instead to avoid the intensity of his stare. 

“You? Trying to listen when I’m talking to you? Are you dying?”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” Sonic answered dryly. “Just figured if we are going to be parenting a kid together, I should probably get to know you outside of how hard you can kick me in the head.”

A snort of laughter came from Shadow, a sound that felt like a reward in its own right. He could count on one hand the amount of times he’s managed to get Shadow to laugh. 

“A remarkable display of forethought for someone as impulsive as you,” Shadow teased. 

“Ahh, the art of the backhanded compliment. A Shadow the Hedgehog specialty,” Sonic taunted back. “Seriously, though! Tell me your favorite color or something. For all the bad guy butt we’ve kicked together over the years, I feel like I don’t know you all that well.”

Shadow was smiling in earnest—at least, as earnest as someone like Shadow could muster. “That’s what’s top of your list? My favorite color?”

“It’s a start!” Sonic replied. “Since I know you are dying to know, mine’s red. Blue is a close second, though.”

Shadow rolled his eyes, his amusement betraying his attempt at brushing Sonic off. “Why am I not surprised…”

“C’mon, Shadow! This is what the more extroverted types call an icebreaker. Humor me?”

Shadow’s eyes were on him again, analyzing his motivations for this line of questioning silently. If there was one thing Sonic knew about Shadow, whether he decided to answer would be determined by his ego. Shadow was paused in consideration, so Sonic once again chose to wait for whatever answer Shadow would give him. 

“...Green,” he said quickly, eyes drifting elsewhere as he folded his arms across his chest. 

Sonic felt his pulse quicken with excitement. Shadow was actually entertaining his attempt to know more about him! He never thought he’d find the idea of knowing his rival’s favorite color so appealing.

“So you do have one! I was prepared for you to tell me you didn’t care.”

“I don’t,” Shadow quickly asserted. “But,” he continued, “if I had to pick, green is probably it.” 

“Cool,” Sonic said softly, the knowledge of Shadow’s favorite color finding a happy little spot to nest in his brain. “How about, uh… Weather? Do you have a favorite kind of weather?”

Shadow gave him a put-upon frown. “Are you going to keep asking me dumb questions?”

“You’re allowed to ask me dumb questions too, you know,” Sonic reminded.

“Bold of you to assume I have any.”

Sonic smirked, “I’m sure you do.”

Shadow let out a bark of dry laughter, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

In a moment of honesty, Sonic replied, “Yeah, man. I would.”

Shadow stared back in silent reply, his eyes scanning Sonic’s face for any signs of deception or trickery. He clearly hadn’t expected that answer.

“...Spring weather is nice.”

Sonic perked up. “You don’t mind the rain?”

Shadow seemed almost sheepish, suddenly. One of his ears twitched in agitation, a growl escaping his lips. If Sonic had to guess, Shadow didn’t appreciate Sonic’s prodding for a deeper explanation. Even so, he still made the choice to answer, “I… Like the flowers, I guess. Maria liked flowers.”

Ah. Maria. The main reason for a lot of the things Shadow did. 

“That’s a pretty good reason,” Sonic smiled, his tone of voice gentle. “Perfect weather for a long run.”

Shadow peered at him out of the corner of his eye. “What about you?”

“A nice sunny day with a good breeze is killer,” Sonic answered. “Man, I just love the feeling of the wind in my quills, yanno?”

Shadow nodded, humming in agreement. Despite the tension in his shoulders, he did seem to soften slightly as their conversation went on. It might just be a result of his exhaustion, but he seemed less rigid than usual. 

“I suppose I should ask you a question, then,” Shadow said, his voice almost sounding a bit amused. He shot Sonic a knowing look, clearly recognizing his interest would get a reaction out of him. 

He wasn't wrong, Sonic couldn't manage to stifle the smile that broke out across his face.

“Yeah, feel free!” Sonic encouraged, “I'm an open book.”

Shadow was staring at him again, and for a moment Sonic wondered if he had managed to scare him off from asking his question. Shadow didn't leave him hanging for long, though.

“...Why did you agree to this?”

Sonic blinked incredulously. Leave it to Shadow to ask the hard questions.

“Like… What? This game, or…?”

“Stellar,” Shadow affirmed. “Why did you agree to help me with Stellar?”

Sonic leaned back into the couch, scratching at his chin with a gloved finger. “Hmm. Good question.”

Why did he agree to this? He'd never really wanted kids, and he certainly never imagined having them with his rival. It was a concept that was so far outside the realm of possibility that to say the whole scenario blindsided him would be an understatement.

“…Well, it’s the right thing to do, for one. I could tell that you were kind of at a loss as to what you should do with her. You so rarely ask for help—especially from me—that I had to give it a try. Besides, you and I have overcome all kinds of crazy challenges in the past, how hard could this be?”

“It's by no means easy,” Shadow thought aloud. “But… It is easier than it would be if I were doing this alone, so. I suppose I should thank you for that.”

Sonic felt his heart do something funny in his chest. It reminded him of the sensation he'd get right before a roller coaster hit its first drop. He suddenly felt the urge to go on a run.

“Did you just thank me? You sure you don't have a fever or something?” Sonic teased. Even now, as he finally managed to earn genuine answers from his rival, he couldn’t stop himself from defaulting back to their usual banter. 

To his surprise, Shadow didn’t growl, glare, or move to swat at him with his hand. Instead, he let out a short chuff of laughter, his gaze drifting away and up towards the ceiling. 

“I must,” Shadow sighed, not sounding all that bothered. “Or maybe I’m just more tired than I thought.”

Sonic smiled, his expression softening as he observed the other hedgehog. His posture was uncharacteristically relaxed, his body succumbing to the comforts of the couch. Even the Ultimate Lifeform couldn’t fight the exhaustion that came with caring for a fussy baby day in and day out, it seemed. Granted, most baby hedgehogs weren’t capable of teleporting on a whim. Perhaps their unique circumstances were what truly crumbled Shadow’s typical unyielding resolve.

“Take it easy, then,” Sonic said gently. “Catch some Z’s while you can.”

Shadow turned his cheek slightly, peeking at Sonic suspiciously out of the corner of his eye. He was clearly looking for an ulterior motive etched into Sonic’s features. 

“Hey, don’t look at me like that!” Sonic protested. “I’m serious. I’m not going to mess with you while you sleep, and if Stellar wakes up, I can handle it!”

“I don’t trust you to handle anything,” Shadow muttered, lacking the usual bite in his words. 

“Hey,” Sonic half-laughed, “you could try.” 

“Hmm,” a hum of consideration. “For once, I think I might be too tired to argue with you.”

“That makes it sound like you enjoy it.”

“You’re delusional,” Shadow smirked before turning his face skyward once more, this time allowing his eyes to drift closed. “I’ll just rest my eyes for now. If you try anything, I’ll make you regret it.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Sonic replied, shifting his weight a bit to get more comfortable in his own position. “I’ll just be thinking of more questions to annoy you with while you recharge.” 

When his teasing wasn’t met with a response, Sonic allowed himself to observe the other hedgehog more freely. It was easier to absorb Shadow’s features when he wasn’t sitting on the other end of his intense stare. 

‘He couldn’t have fallen asleep that quickly, could he?’ Sonic pondered, peering at the remarkably relaxed face of his fellow co-parent. His breathing was slow and steady, his chest rising with every breath, making the snowy poof of hair that resided there a distraction for Sonic’s eyes. He was never able to grow any fur on his own chest—at least, not to that length—so he had always found himself a bit fascinated with the singular spot of white on the other hedgehog. Not that he’d ever admit it out loud, of course.

For a brief moment, he considered what it might feel like to touch the silky-looking tufts of fur, before quickly stamping that thought right back down where it came from. Sonic might be an adrenaline junkie, sure, but he certainly didn’t have a death wish. Without thinking, though, he must have drifted a bit closer into Shadow’s space, because he was soon met with that annoyed ruby glare once more.

“What?” Shadow growled, his hostile edge returning to his voice as his suspicion in Sonic was heightened. 

Sonic moved away quickly, letting out a nervous laugh. “Sorry, I thought for a second you’d already fallen asleep,” he admitted sheepishly. “I was just a bit amazed, is all. Made me realize that I haven’t really seen you sleep before.”

Shadow rolled his eyes before closing them once more, shimmying his shoulders a bit to settle deeper into the couch cushions. “I’m not going to sleep at all if you keep staring at me like that. Watch your stupid show.”

Sonic blinked, turning his head back to the TV he had been watching before Shadow had entered the room. Right. He’d actually been paying attention to that before he found himself distracted with Shadow’s presence. He wasn’t actually sure what was going on with it anymore, but it was a welcome escape from his own impulses to pester Shadow. It wasn’t like he actually wanted to bother the guy, it was just hard to adjust his behavior to fit their new normal. He was so used to their relationship being full of banter and petty competitions that he didn’t know how to just exist around the guy. 

He stole a quick glance in Shadow’s direction before refocusing on the television. From Shadow’s aloofness, it seemed he didn’t know how to exist around him, either. 

The silence between them was filled with the sounds of mindless reality TV entertainment, and Sonic felt himself slowly starting to relax. He hadn’t really noticed before, but his own guard was up when Shadow was around, too. It might not be the same kind of hostility that Shadow displayed, but it was still there. He might have asked Shadow to trust him, but that didn’t mean he trusted Shadow. 

He felt a tiny pang of guilt—what for, he wasn’t exactly sure. Yes, he’d always wished he and Shadow could get along, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the thrill of fighting with him. Being the fastest thing alive meant he was often leaving others behind, but that wasn’t the case with Shadow. Shadow was one of—if not the only—person that could keep up with him. If they became friends, did that mean Shadow would stop chasing him? Would he stop trying to surpass him? He wasn’t entirely sure he was willing to give that thrill up just yet. 

A soft, unfamiliar noise pulled Sonic from the depths of his thoughts. His ear twitched, finding the sound was coming from the black hedgehog that rested beside him. Did he just—?

A rasping exhalation of breath from Shadow’s nostrils confirmed it. Shadow the Hedgehog, the Ultimate Lifeform, was snoring. Not the kind of snore that was disruptive or cacophonous, but the sort that was soft, rumbling, and endearing. Sonic almost couldn’t believe his ears. 

A smile wormed its way onto his face as he observed Shadow in his slumber, a newfound fondness settling in his chest at the sight. 

‘Just going to rest your eyes, huh?’ He thought to himself, amused. 

Maybe he and Shadow’s relationship was going to be different from now on, but perhaps that didn’t have to be a bad thing. If the giddy feeling in his chest was any indication, there might be some thrills to find in this new alliance after all. 

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Rock a Bye Professor

Part Three

Read part one here, part two here

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INERACT.

Warnings: Direct mentions of sex, birth control, missed period, nausea, vomiting, pregnancy and abortion. Professor/Student trope at college level. Both consenting adults. Don't like it, don't read. Thank you!

 You sat in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, checking your watch. Joe was running behind for the baby’s appointment. You looked around as you bit your lip. This was an important appointment, hoping you’d get to hear the heartbeat today. There were a lot of pregnant women who were further along than you and some with babies. It hit you like a ton of bricks that soon, that would be your life. Your phone rang easily, bringing you out of your thoughts. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, love. Running a little behind. Had to leave class early. They haven’t called you back yet, have they?”

“No, not yet.”

“I am coming. Turning up the hill now.”

“Don’t speed, our baby needs its daddy.”, you smirked easily. 

“Don’t wanna miss this, love.”

You laughed easily, feeling the happiest you had been in a long time. You all were really doing this. You all were going to have a baby together. 

“I’m getting ready to park. I’ll be in shortly. I love you.”

“I love you.”

The phone clicked off easily as you stared down at your lap. The closer it got to your appointment, the more anxious you became. What if something was wrong with the baby? What if it no longer had a heartbeat? You’d feel so guilty having Joe here to be part of that. You shook your head, trying to shake away the negative thoughts as you looked up to see him rushing over to you. 

“Hey, love. Sorry, I’m late.”

Joe was in black slacks and a green sweater along with his black blazer. It was cold outside today, nearing twenty degrees. The scent of his cologne already hit your nose, sending chills down your spine. It was like home. How did you manage to stay away from him for weeks?

You stood up to hug him before you both shared a small kiss. “It’s fine. I’m just glad you’re here.”

You both sat down and he took your hand easily, thumbing over your hand. You smiled up at him, his brown eyes shining. He looked so happy and ecstatic. 

“Have you been feeling okay today?”

“After this morning, I’ve felt alright. I didn’t eat before I left.”

“You’ve not eaten anything?”

Concern was evident in his voice, his brows raising in surprise. 

“No, I was too nauseous.”

He sighed softly. “Did you throw up after I left?”

You shook your head. “No, just super nauseated.”

While you and Joe were waiting, he picked up a maternity magazine and began flipping through it. You watched him easily as he began skimming over a few things. He was wearing his glasses or otherwise, he would have to squint to read. 

“Did you know that our baby’s eyes are half closed but can react to light?”

You smiled. “No.”

“Yeah, that’s amazing. At only ten weeks old.”

It was cute how excited he was becoming about the baby, now that he knew. You watched as he continued reading, leaning back in the chair. 

“Y/F/N Y/L/N.”, the nurse called out as she opened the door, catching your attention.

Joe laid the magazine down, and you both rose up from your chairs. Joe let you go first, disappearing behind the door. He followed. The nurse checked your weight and vital signs before taking you back to a private room. She asked you a few questions about how things had been going—how you were eating, if you were having a lot of morning sickness, the usual. Next, she told you the doctor would be in shortly. The nurse gave you a gown, you undressed easily before getting back on the table.

The door closed, leaving you and Joe alone in the room. You sat on the exam table, holding your very small bump. If you could even call it a bump. It wasn’t long before a knock came to the door, the doctor entered and introduced herself.

“Hey Y/N, how have things been going? This must be your husband?”, she asked, looking up at Joe.

Before you had the chance to answer, he did for you. “Not yet. Boyfriend and baby daddy.”

Not yet? What did he mean by that? You looked at him, surprised. 

“Okay,”, she began as she sat down on her stool. “Have you decided about what you’re going to do?”

“We’re keeping the baby.”, you breathed easily as Joe took your hand and kissed your forehead.

She looked surprised before nodding. “So, you’d like to see your baby today? You’re ten weeks. Vitals look good, weight is still okay. You’ve lost a pound since your last appointment. Have you been having morning sickness?”

You looked at Joe easily before answering. “We’d love to see the baby. And I have been having a lot of morning sickness.” 

The doctor scribbled some notes. “I’ll write you some Zofran for nausea. Any other symptoms?”

“Just normal ones.”, you sighed.

She nodded. “Alright, well we will do another ultrasound today to check on the baby, see how it’s growing. So if you’ll lay back for me and pull your gown up, I’ll turn off the lights and we’ll look at your baby.”

You nodded as you laid back, Joe pulling the sheet over your legs right at your pelvis. Your belly was exposed, and he gave it a small rub before the doctor came back. 

“Alright—really cold gel.”

She squirted the gel on your belly, causing chills to instantly cascade down your spine. You tried to take a deep breath and relax, but your baby was on your mind. You needed to know if your baby was alright. Joe smiled softly at you, holding your hand. His eyes were glued to the blank screen as the doctor placed the transducer on your belly, running it over, looking for the perfect view of your baby. The screen was hues of black and white, the swish and swoosh sounds running together as she searched for your baby. 

Her eyes were narrowed, she was focused. Joe rubbed your arm with his other free hand, trying to soothe you. He knew deep down inside, you were worried. Truth was, he was nervous too. He wanted to see his baby. He was chomping at the bits, ready to see his baby. The baby you both had made together. 

All of a sudden, she found your baby. Its small arms and legs which were beginning to form came into view, along with its head and small body. Joe laughed, shocked and amazed while his brown eyes glanced over at you. You were smiling back before you both turned your attention back to the screen.

“Ah, here it is—here’s your baby.”, your doctor smiled, beginning to capture some pictures for you both to take home. 

“Look at its little arms.”, you smiled at Joe, sniffling easily. 

He sniffled, you could see the tears pooling in his brown eyes before he smiled at you. “And it’s little body.”

You giggled. “It’s really our baby.”

He smiled before he leaned down to share another kiss with you, brushing your hair out of your face easily. “Sure is, baby.”

Suddenly, the sound of the baby’s heartbeat filled the room, once again gaining your attention. Joe smiled, a tear sliding down his cheek.

“Our baby’s heartbeat.”, he smiled, his voice hardly above a whisper. 

“I know.”, you smiled, sniffling. 

Joe wiped the stray tear that was sliding down your cheek. 

“It’s such a beautiful sound.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

The rhythm of your baby’s heartbeat was displayed on the screen. The doctor was printing everything as she smiled at you both.

“Everything looks good. Baby’s measuring about a week ahead, but it looks perfectly healthy. Heartbeat is 140. Perfect.”, she smiled as she prepared to shut off the machine. 

You took a sigh of relief before you and Joe shared another kiss. 

“Alright. I’ll see you back in four weeks. Hopefully, then, we’ll get to find out the gender of your baby. Call the office if you need anything. I’ll send in your prescription for Zofran to your pharmacy. Okay? Here’s the pictures of your baby.”, she smiled as she handed the printouts to you, Joe instantly looking over your shoulder at them. 

The doctor left, allowing you to get dressed. Joe grabbed your waist from behind, placing a kiss on your neck. “Wanna grab some lunch and coffee?”

“Isn’t caffeine bad for the baby?”, you smirked as he felt your belly. 

“One cup of coffee is okay. About twelve ounces. That’s what they recommend that you drink.”, he mumbled as he placed soft kisses on your neck, sending chills down your spine.

“I guess I could eat.”, you smirked easily. 

“You need to. You’re eating for two.”, he smirked as you opened the door, ready to leave. 

“Okay, I’ll eat.”

You both decided on the small cafe in town, most people didn’t go there to hang out. Especially from college. So, it felt safe to go there to eat and relax after seeing the baby and hearing its heartbeat. It was a happy day, one to celebrate. You rode with Joe, he parked on the street. Joe got out first, opening your door. You thanked him, still not used to a man doing nice things for you. But Joe was different—he went out of his way to make you feel cared about. He grabbed your hand before holding the door open, allowing you to both enter the small cafe. 

The weather was freezing, causing you to shiver. You pulled your coat closer, teeth chattering inside your mouth. Joe rubbed your shoulders easily as you both looked at the menu, trying to decide what to order. You decided on a chicken salad croissant, coffee, and water. Joe decided on a salad and tea. It was going to be a light lunch, but he promised to make dinner for you. After Joe pulled your chair out, you both sat down. He grabbed your hands from across the table, acting like you were both love-drunk teenagers. 

They brought your drinks and food to the table, leaving you both to talk. 

“So, are you gonna stay over tonight?”, Joe stirred in his salad, mixing the vegetables with the dressing. 

“Yeah, if you want me to.”

“Of course, I want you to. I wanna look at pictures of our baby while we’re laying in bed and start trying to guess what it will be.”

You smirked as you took a sip of water. “You do?”

“Yes, love. Sound like a good night to you?”

You nodded before taking a bite of your croissant, looking up at the register. 

“Shit.”, you hissed, almost dropping your croissant.

“What?”, Joe asked easily, instantly worried.

“There’s Haleigh from class. What do—what do we do?”

Panic instantly began to coarse through your veins. Joe could read the panic in your eyes, letting go of your hand easily. You instantly saw the disappointment in his eyes as his happy, giddy mood slightly faded as he looked down at his salad. It pained him to have to continuously hide this, but he understood. With the baby coming, he didn’t want to lose his job and didn’t want you kicked out of college. You instantly felt guilty for ruining his mood—or at least you felt like you had.

“Just act natural.”, he said softly, continuing to stare down at his salad.

You took a sip of your water, trying to wash down the bite of chicken salad croissant you almost choked on. You held your breath as your classmate and your boyfriend’s student finished ordering, praying that there was some slight hope she might miss you all, maybe she wouldn’t notice you. That would be the best-case scenario, but things are not looking good right now. 

But all your efforts were futile. 

“Oh hey Y/N!! And—Professor Quinn?”

You looked up, seeing Joe’s eyes close at the sound of his name. Now, you all would have to come up with a cover. 

“Oh hey—Haleigh. Nice to see you out in town.”, you smiled, praying you were a good liar. 

“Yes—nice to see you, Haleigh.”, Joe smiled softly.

“So—is this like a study date? Or what?”, Hayleigh laughed easily, but there was some jealousy evident in her voice. 

You knew there were a lot of students that lusted after him. You could see it in their eyes when they watched him turn to write on the board, biting their lip as they stared at his ass, giggling softly. It made you burn with jealousy and part of you worried that he would find a new flavor of the month, forgetting you completely. So far, he hadn’t. He still loved and cared about you. There were some of the same girls who asked him for tutoring sessions after class, making sure to show a little extra cleavage. It was one of the reasons he was home late sometimes.

Were there nights when you worried that things had gone too far? That he had allowed the girls to take things too far? That the tutoring session may have progressed to something more. The thought plagued you, but you never let him know about your doubts and fears. 

“Oh—I saw Y/N here and she asked if I wouldn’t mind running over a few things with her—if I could spare my dinner time and I agreed.”

Hayleigh laughed easily. “Oh—I was gonna ask the same, Professor Quinn. Could you spare next Thursday evening? Maybe after our night lab?”, she twirled a piece of her hair, smiling as she bit her lip. 

Joe smiled easily, but your smile soon faded into a frown. 

“Yes, get with me after class on Thursday.”, he nodded.

“Thanks so much, Professor Quinn. Can’t wait.”

She walked off and exited the cafe, him breathing a sigh of relief. Your smile was still a frown, taking a sip of your coffee.

“What’s wrong, love?”, Joe asked. 

“Nothing.”

“It’s something. Tell me.”

“You’re agreeing to tutor Hayleigh after your late lab.”

“You’re upset?”

You didn’t make eye contact with him, taking another sip of your coffee.

“Y/N, this is my job. It’s nothing like that.”, he breathed.

“Not right now.”

Joe scoffed easily. “Love, I would never—”

Your voice cracked, and your eyes instantly began to swell up with tears. “You say that now. But I’m gonna get all fat and pregnant and hormonal—God, it’s already starting.”

Leaning on the table, you already put your head in your hands and began to cry. 

“Baby.”, he breathed softly, feeling instantly horrible for seeing you cry. 

Your eyes were still closed as you waved him off, trying to make him stop. 

“I love you, Y/N. Yes, you’re pregnant. But you’re having my baby. And it’s normal for you to feel emotions you’re not used to feeling. That’s normal. Your body’s changing, love. I know all about the process, trust me. And I want to be here with you and be there with you through it.”, he took your hands, rubbing his thumbs across them.

You looked up at him, hair slightly in your eyes. “You mean it?”

“Of course, love. I love you.”

“I love you, Joe.”

“Now, let’s go home. Maybe take a bath together and lay in bed and talk about our baby.”, he smirked.

“Don’t you have papers to grade?”, you laughed lightly, blinking the tears out of your eyes.

“They can wait.”

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After arriving home, Joe took it upon himself to run a bath for you. You sat on the bed, only in the robe he had bought for you to leave at his house. There were subtle signs you were at his house, him asking you to leave a few things to show you wanted to be there. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be there, but you weren’t used to feeling this way about someone and your last relationship wasn’t exactly a fairy tale or anything like your current one. 

“Hey babe! Bath’s ready!”, Joe called from the bathroom. 

You got off the bed easily, making your way into the bathroom to find Joe standing there completely naked already, wearing nothing but a smile on his face. Your mouth dropped easily, but you tried to fix your face quickly. The lights were off except for the candles he had lit. 

“Mind if I join?”, he breathed easily.

“No—not at all.”, you smiled back as he took you into his arms, beginning to kiss your neck softly as his hands wandered down to find your tie on the robe and began to undo it gently as you both shared soft kisses.

One thing about Joe was he made everything sensual and romantic and you loved that about him. He never failed to be romantic, even sending flowers anonymously to your dorm for your birthday. 

Once he undid the tie on your robe, he slid it off your shoulders and allowed it to fall to the ground, now leaving you completely naked. He pulled you flush against him, instantly feeling his hard-on against your thigh. 

“Ready for the bath?”, he whispered between kisses.

You nodded. “Are you sure you don’t want to just forego it and move to the bedroom?”

He broke the kiss. “And miss a chance to bath with my sexy girlfriend? No chance.”

You smirked as he helped you over into the bathtub, you scooting to the front instinctively to allow him to get behind you. You closed your eyes as he slipped in the tub behind you, instantly pulling you against him. You felt his rock-hard cock press into your back as he began to pour water over your body, instantly making you sharply inhale and you felt your nipples growing hard from the contrast of the warm water and cold air. 

“Just relax, baby. Gonna take real good care of you.”

You hummed in response as you sank into him further. 

“It’s so sexy you’re carrying my baby.”, he breathed as he grabbed some bubbles, dumping them into the water. 

“Yeah?”, you breathed, closing your eyes.

“Oh yeah. Can’t wait until your belly grows and you get that cute little bump.”, he breathed as he kissed your neck. 

You laughed lightly in response. “So I can be fat?”

“No—you’re gonna look all cute and sexy carrying my baby. Gonna be hard to keep my hands off during class.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”, he confirmed as his thick, broad hands began to roam your chest, finding your breasts and cupping them with his hands.

“Are they still sore?”

“Not—as bad.”, you breathed.

“Mhmm….wanna rub them, play with them….”, he moaned softly into your ears, his breath tickling your ear, sending chills down your spine. “If that’s okay with you…..”

“Yeah….”, you hummed, relaxing further into into him while spreading your legs instinctively. 

“Already spreading your legs for me?”, he teased as he placed soft kisses on your neck.

His left hand left your left breast, cascading down your belly until it found your clit, his fingers instantly slipping inside. His right hand stayed on your right breast, kneading it while pinching your nipple with his thumb and pointer finger. 

“Is that what you wanted, love?”

You nodded breathlessly, humming. “Feels so good, Joe.”

“Because….”, he chuckled. “I know your body so well, don’t I baby?”

You nodded. “Mhmmm….so good.”

He chuckled as his fingers simultaneously worked inside your clit all while playing with your nipple twisting it and rubbing it just as he knew you loved it. You couldn’t hold back your pleasurable moan, feeling like you were on cloud nine. The rest of the world around you both didn’t matter. Nothing else matters to him except pleasuring you and worshipping your body. He loved you more than anything else in the world and he wanted a chance to prove it to you.

Before another moan could escape, his fingers left your clit abruptly causing you to whine at the loss of contact. 

“Don’t worry, baby. It’s still gonna feel really good….spread those legs a little more for me…..”

You did as he asked, feeling his fingers slip inside your wet slick, working in and out of your cunt causing a gasp to elicit from your lips. 

“Like that baby?”, he placed more kisses on you, continuing to multitask and doing a damn good job at it. 

You nodded, inhaling sharply. For once, everything else was melting away.

“Good girl, such a good girl.”

His words sent chills down your spine, making your stomach twist into knots.

“Joe…..”

“You know, we still gotta make sure you pass. Gotta get you graduated before our baby comes.”, his hand moved from your breast, rubbing your belly softly. 

“Been doing good…..in all my classes…..”

“I know, baby. You have…..I’m very proud of you.”

You had to admit it made you all giddy and horny just to hear him praise you.

“Gonna be cutting it close……”, you breathed.

“About?”, he hummed.

“Graduation—keeping this baby in until then.”

He sighed softly. “You know what the doctor will recommend if you’ve not gone into labor, don’t you?”

“What?”

“Sex.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, seriously. I’ve been reading.”, he smirked. 

You rolled your eyes playfully, feeling his finger diving deeper into your cunt. Your back arched as you let out a drawn-out sigh. 

“You’ve already—been reading about the baby?”

“Of course, I have. I mean—I do know a lot from being an anatomy professor and all, but when it’s your baby—there’s just something about that.”, he breathed before kissing your neck. 

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, he was excited about having a baby. The situation was going completely opposite of what you would have imagined it would have. He wanted this with you. He wanted to be a dad. 

“It’s really sexy that you want this. Can’t wait for you to be a dad.”

“Mhmmm, me too.”, he hummed, placing soft and slow kisses on your neck. 

You could feel your nipples harden at the rush of his touch. You sighed into him, the only sounds feeling the room were the subtle splashes of water as he worked his fingers in and out of you. He felt you spread your legs wider, giving into him. 

“You really want this, don’t you?”

“Yes.”, you moaned. 

“Right now?”, he breathed against your neck.

“Yes, please. Don’t—can’t wait.”, you swallowed hard.

He chuckled softly. “Don’t you want a bath, baby?”

“Just gonna be made a mess again.”

“Mhmm, want me to take you to bed and fuck you properly? Is that it?”, the speed of his fingers increasing.

You nodded, your plea drawn out. “Please.”

“Alright, love. Your wish is my command.”, he breathed as his fingers slid out just as fast as they had entered. 

You whimpered at the loss of his fingers inside of you. He easily stood up in the bathtub, getting out. You felt yourself fall back against the rim of the bathtub, taking him in. You bit your lip as you admired his perfect ass, his perfect broad shoulders. Your chest was heaving just at the sight in front of your eyes. He grabbed a towel, quickly getting most of the water off before grabbing another for you. He came over to the tub, smiling at you. 

“Ready love?”

You nodded before he kissed you deeply. He helped ease you out of the water as he wrapped the towel around your body. He held you in his arms, making you feel protected. You felt the cold air hit your body, shivers cascading down your body as your nipples hardened causing them to ache slightly. 

“Let’s go to bed, baby.”, he breathed as he kissed you softly and slowly. 

He picked you up easily, causing you to laugh before you wrapped your legs around his waist. Both of your lips crashed into one another, chaotic and full of desire. His hands slipped under your ass, not missing the chance to feel up on it. He somehow managed to grab the light switch on your all’s way out of the bathroom, flipping it off before ending up in his master bedroom. He had a very dim light just enough for you all to find your way to the bed. He eased you down on the bed, breaking the kiss.

Your hair was still wet but neither of you cared. Your towel loosened up, not leaving much to his imagination. His was long gone, still in the bathroom. His cologne mixed with his natural musk still managed to tickle your nose, causing your stomach to twist into knots. It wasn’t hard to imagine how you ended up pregnant in the first place. 

“Fuck, you look so beautiful.”, he smiled, brushing a piece of damp hair out of your face. 

“Whatever.”, you laughed easily, smiling up at him.

“No—I mean it.”

His fingers brushed your cheek, melting into his touch. Your towel was the only thing separating him from you. He leaned down, pressing his cock into your thigh as he kissed you softly and slowly. He was amazing at making love to you. He never failed to make you feel special.

“Mhmmm.”, you moaned, the taste of his lips and tongue mixing with yours.

His hands moved from your cheeks down your chest, grabbing where your towel was tucked together. He easily undone it, the towel falling on the bed, leaving you exposed.

“I’m surprised your sex drive is still high.”, his broad, thick fingers roaming your body.

“Ten weeks. I should be on the mend with the morning sickness and nausea, right?”

“Mhm, ideally. Ten weeks, your hormone levels usually will drop off meaning you’ll experience less fatigue and nausea.”

You kissed him, deepening the kiss. It was sexy to hear him talk about your body and the changes he knew was happening. It just did something to you.

“I feel a little better.”

“I can tell.”, he chuckled as you shared soft, slow kisses. 

“And what are you gonna do about it?”

Your tone was teasing, laced with eagerness. 

“Mhm, what do you want, baby? Don’t you want fucked?”

“I do.”, you moaned easily. “So bad.”

“That’s what I’ll do then. Gonna make you feel good—feel better. You deserve it.”, he breathed as he kissed down your neck and chest, sending chills all over.

“Why do I—deserve it?”, you gulped.

“You’re pregnant with my baby, you deserve to be spoiled, don’t you?”

You nodded as he placed one last kiss on your stomach, beginning to line himself up with your entrance. You could feel the tip of his cock brushing your entrance, causing you to close your eyes and swallow hard. It made you think back to all the times you all had made love—one of which you had ended up with your baby. You didn’t expect to get pregnant, even thinking taking a couple of pills late wouldn’t make a difference. 

“Of course you do.”, he agreed softly.

You smiled up at him, waiting for the moment he would enter you. It would be like a dream come true. It wasn’t just something you wanted—it was something you needed. He needed it just as badly as you did.

“Ready baby?”

“Please, Joe.”

That was all it took, giving him permission to take you. You felt the tip of his cock brush your entrance again before shoving deep inside of you, splitting you wide open. You hissed lightly before it turned into a moan, gripping the silk sheets on the bed. He groaned, ensuring he was as deep as he could be in your cunt. 

“So tight, baby. Feels—so good.”, he groaned, beginning to thrust inside of you.

“Yeah?”, you swallowed.

“Oh yeah, how does it feel for you baby?”

“Amazing.”

“Good, baby.”, he groaned as he pushed deep enough to hit your g-spot.

You could feel the hot aching twist in your stomach as your legs wrapped perfectly around his waist. It was clear this wasn’t the first time you all had done this, working together like a well-oiled machine. Your hands moved from the sheet to his chest, running your delicate fingers down. Having him inside of you was like heaven. Any intrusive thoughts from the day was melting away, you only being able to focus on him.

It was a relief, euphoria beginning to flood through your body. Like a dam breaking free. He took his time working in and out of you, making sure you were enjoying it as much as he was. Making love with him was one of your favorite things to do since getting together. He was intelligent—you loved to listen to him lecture even explaining things as you all had laid in bed while he graded papers by the light of his lamp. He was caring—always making sure you were okay. He could read you like an open book. He was hot—you thought back to all the times that you walked in class, taking a seat near the front of the room. It wasn’t hard to look at him while he lectured, matter of fact, it gave you an excuse to look.

You would jot down notes as you bit your lip, knowing deep down inside you’d do anything for a chance with him. Never once did you imagine you would actually get that chance. 

“Are you okay, love?”

“Yes, why?”, you moaned.

“Just checking, love. Wanna make sure you’re enjoying this and it’s feeling good for you.”

“Oh—it is.”, you moaned with a smile.

“Yeah?”, he hummed as he thrust deeper inside of you. 

“Yeah—feels so good, babe. You’re hitting it just right.”

He loved it when you praised him. It made him feel good. A smile spread across his lips as closed his eyes, giving into the euphoria. He didn’t want to keep his eyes closed too long, he was afraid he’d miss those seductive, alluring sex faces of yours.

“I’m glad, baby. So glad I can make you feel good—fucking your cunt just right.”

“Joe.”, you moaned easily, shivers cascading up your spine.

“What, love? Easy to see how you ended up pregnant, isn’t it?”

“Wasn’t—trying.”

“I know but it happened, didn’t it? And I’m so fucking happy that you’re having our baby.”

You couldn’t help but smile. It was a relief that he wanted to be in your life and be a dad. It ws all you’d ever wanted or imagined once you became pregnant. You just never imagined it would be this soon or with your professor. 

“Me—too.”, you gasped through thrusts.

“Mhmm can’t wait until you get that cute little bump. You’re gonna look so sexy.”

“Will—not.”

“Will—so.”, he grunted, thrusting deep inside. 

“Fuck—Joe.”

He felt your toes curling against his waist as your fingernails sank into his shoulders. He knew what this meant and he couldn’t wait. Your breathing hitched as you were barreling to your orgasm head-on. It felt like you were floating, the aching feeling in the pit of your stomach rising into your chest. Your moans were becoming louder as you begged him to fuck you—begged him for a release.

“Fuck, Joe. So—close. Make me cum, please—pretty please.”, you begged.

“Aw, baby you know you don’t have to beg.”, he breathed as he threw one leg over his shoulders, giving him more leverage and allowing him deeper penetration. 

You nodded, legs beginning to shake. “I—know.”

“This is all about you, baby.”

As if you needed reminding, your eyes rolling back in your head from the pleasure he was providing you. He wished he could stop time for just a second so he could revel in this moment. It was always his favorite during sex, the moment you would release and all his hard work would pay off. He didn’t mind working hard if that meant both of you came to a release. He loved being on top—dominating you. 

“Joe—I’m gonna cum—so close.”, you moaned out, back arching as you sank your fingernails further in his back causing him to groan in return.

“Fuck—cum, baby. Can’t wait to feel you all over my cock.”

You took a sharp inhale before the dam finally broke free. You let out a reverberant moan, gripping his shoulders as you felt yourself tighten around his cock, pulling him in. His lone curls were beginning to stick to his forehead which was damp with sweat. All the tension and anticipation that had built up was finally resolved. Your juices washed over his cock as he softened his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm high. 

“Oh—Joe….”, you moaned out pitifully, already spent from your orgasm.

He took a free hand, brushing your hair out of your face. “I know, baby. Let it out. You’re such a good girl.”, he cooed.

“Oh——”

Your right hand slid down his arm, rubbing over his hand. He knew what you wanted—he wasted no time in grabbing your hand, lacing your fingers in his. 

“That what you needed baby?”

He chuckled lightly as you nodded in response, another string of moans fell from your lips as he felt your body begin to relax underneath him. He was still thrusting inside of you. 

“Can I cum now?”, he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded while wearing a cock drunk smile on your face. “Yeah, I’d love that, babe.”

“Okay, baby. I’m gonna go a little faster, okay?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut. “Okay, babe.”

He was on a mission. You were sensitive, each thrust intensified as he began to chase his orgasm. In your hazy state, you counted how many thrusts it took him before his release. One—two—three—four—.

“Fuck, here it comes, baby.”, he warned as his thrusts ceased almost immediately, a guttural groan coming from his throat. 

His fingertips sank in your hips, his hips stuttering as he kept himself buried inside of you. You felt his cock pumping his cum deep inside your cervix. A smile spread across your lips, thinking about how there was already a baby. His chest heaved, your legs still trembling. He tried to catch his breath as he let himself finish inside of you, making sure he didn’t pull out and deprive you of any of his seed. 

“How was it, baby? Feeling okay?”, he asked as you brushed his curls back. 

“Amazing—perfect, just what I needed. Thank you, babe.”

He leaned down to kiss your lips softly and tenderly before he pulled out easily, eliciting another whimper from you. 

“So sorry, love. Guess I could have let you cock-warmed me.”, he breathed as he collapsed in bed, pulling you towards him before grabbing the sheet and comforter and pulling it up and over you both. 

You shot up easily. “You know what cock-warming is?”

He chuckled lightly. “Just because I’m well educated doesn’t mean I don’t know the slang terms, love.”

He gave you a peck on the cheek, causing you to laugh. You snuggled into his warm arms, closing your eyes. You were beginning to get some of your energy back. Joe kissed your head before making sure you both were comfortable under the sheets—warm and protected. 

“What do you think the baby will be?”, you asked softly.

“Hmmmm,”, he pondered out loud. “A girl.”

He was already trying to doze off, voice become slow and soft. The voice that drove you crazy, you loved hearing it first thing in the morning. Your mind instantly began running, thinking of him holding the baby on his chest and kissing its head as he rubbed the baby’s back, kissing its head and telling the baby how much he loved it and how amazing it was that you gave him a baby of his own. It made your heart swell, and butterflies rise in your stomach. 

“A girl?”

“Mhmmm.”

“I think it’s going to be a boy.”

“I’ll be happy either way.”, he kissed your head.

“Me too. I love you, Joe.”

“I love you too Y/N, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

A few more weeks passed, a few more appointments came and gone. You were sixteen weeks and your pregnancy was becoming harder to hide. Joe was downstairs, making coffee. He had taken a few days off from teaching to spend some time with you. It was approaching Thanksgiving break, a chance for you all to spend some time together away from school. You had debated going home to see your parents, but they didn’t even know you were pregnant yet.

“Mhm there’s my baby.”, he smiled as he took you in his arms, placing his hand on your belly.

“Yeah.”, you smirked as you both shared a soft tender kiss.

Joe was counting down until the appointment where they told you what the baby was going to be. They were going to try at eighteen weeks if the baby cooperated. He was so excited he could barely contain himself. 

“So can we talk for a minute?”

You pulled away from Joe lightly. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine, love. Just—mum and dad would like to fly in from London around May, near your due date so they can be here and see the baby once it’s born—if you’re okay with it.”

“You told your parents?”

“I did—have you not told your mum and dad?”

“Not yet—I was wanting to wait until I was around twenty weeks.”

“Gonna tell them your professor got you pregnant?”, he smirked lightly.

“Well—not sure.”, you smirked back easily. 

“Mhm, I see. So can I tell my parents that’s okay?”

“Yeah—did you tell them you got your student pregnant?”, you teased before sharing another kiss. 

He smirked as he parted from you, going over to grab you a cup of coffee. 

“Isn’t caffeine bad for the baby?”

“One cup will be okay.”, he rolled his eyes playfully. 

Even though it was November, there was the threat of a terrible snowstorm. It was expected to begin later this evening. You weren’t going to complain if you both got snowed in together. This time next year, there would be a baby to share it with. The holidays will be an even more joyous time and you couldn’t wait to have the baby’s first Christmas. You all were going to have a baby of your own, become a family. 

You didn’t know if you all would be married. You didn’t know what that part of your future was going to bring. But you were ready for it, you were ready to share it with him.

“I’m gonna go to the grocery store in case it snows and we’re stuck for a few days. I’m still not quite used to the snows here—London wasn’t quite like that.”, he chuckled lightly. 

“Alright.”

“Anything you or the baby wants?”, he smiled, rubbing your belly.

Your morning sickness had practically subsided. There were still moments of nausea but they often left almost as quickly as they had came. 

“Just some yogurt—blueberry specifically. And some macaroni and cheese—oh and pickles.”

“Pickles?”, Joe scrunched up his nose.

“That reminds me—ice cream too, please.”

“Flavor?”

“Vanilla.”

“Alright, love. If you think of anything else you or the baby wants, text me. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He gave you another kiss before grabbing his keys, bending down to give your bump one last kiss. “Daddy will be back, baby.”

You watched Joe leave before making yourself a quick bowl of cereal and going to sit on the couch. Propping your feet up, you turned on the television as you attempted to find something to watch. It had become a habit for you to put your hand on your belly, rubbing it gently. It was a comfort thing—it was comforting for you both. You hoped anyway. Both you and Joe talked to the baby at night or in the evenings. He had read it was good for the baby in a book and he had been doing it ever since. It was cute, you had to admit.

Minding your own business while eating your cereal, you felt add odd feeling—one you had never felt before. You had read about it before or you think you had. You rubbed your hands over your belly again, feeling it with your own fingertips. It was the baby moving. Tears immediately came into your eyes and you instantly wished Joe would have been there, but it could have happened at any point. Wasting no time, you pulled out your cell phone and dialed his number immediately.

The line rang a few times before he finally picked up, you on the brink of crying. 

“Hey, love. Is everything okay? I’m trying to hurry.”

“Joe.”

“Yes?”

“The baby kicked.”

“What?”, he laughed, you knowing he had a smile on his face. 

“Yeah, I was eating some cereal and I felt the baby moving. I had to call you.”

“Record it. I wanna see it when I get home, please.”

“Okay.”, you laughed easily. “See you at home.”

“Alright, love. I love you.”

“I love you.”

You ended the call easily before turning your camera on, facing it on your growing belly. You pulled your pajama shirt up easily to reveal your belly. Staring at your belly, you waited for the baby to move again. Rubbing your belly, you attempted to coerce the baby to move. The baby waited a moment before beginning to move and kick again, causing a smile to spread across your face. It was hard to imagine you were having a real baby before when you just read a positive pregnancy test.

Seeing your baby on the first ultrasound made you realize this was really happening—you were really having a baby. Now, you were sixteen weeks pregnant. Your bump was bigger, finally giving a visualization that you were indeed growing a tiny human. In the video, you asked your little peanut to show Daddy how it could kick. The baby didn’t disappoint, giving a lot of good kicks and movement. You smirked, knowing Joe would adore this. He would be over the moon, just like he was any time he rubbed your bump or saw the baby through a doctor’s appointment. 

Caught up in the fact that you had finally felt your baby move, you didn’t notice when Joe pulled in or when the door opened, an arm full of bagged groceries in his hands. 

“Hey, love.”

“Hey, Joe.”

“Is the baby still kicking?”

“Yeah—showing off now.”, you smiled.

Joe brushed the snow off his peacoat as he slid his boots off and closed the door, heading straight for the kitchen. He sat the groceries on the table before coming back into the living room, quickly sliding off his peacoat and taking a seat beside you on the couch. 

“I’m guessing the snow started?”

“It did. It’s coming down hard and fast. I’m glad I went to the store. I got a few extra things for us in case it snows us in.”, he smiled as he leaned over, sharing a kiss with you.

“Thanks, babe. You’re the best. Wanna feel the baby?”

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about driving home. Pretty sure I broke the speed limit a couple of times.”

He chuckled softly as you began giggling, grabbing his hand and placing it on your belly. You moved it gently, trying to find exactly where the baby was kicking.

“Don’t get shy around Daddy.”, you told your bump, feeling slightly discouraged.

“You took a video, didn’t you?”

You nodded. “But I want you to feel the real thing.”

“Maybe the baby is sleeping. Mommy’s all relaxed and maybe the baby thought it was a good time for a nap—which you need to take too.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at Joe. He had insisted on you taking naps after class and even between your classes, giving you a key to his place. He didn’t live far from campus and it was much more relaxing at his house than in the dorm rooms. You would admit that it felt good to get a nap in and it was nice that he was pitching in to cook dinner, pick up dinner, do the dishes, and do the laundry. And you were now even leaving clothes at his place. 

“I will after we put away groceries and I eat something else. Ugh, my cravings are so bad.”, you rolled your eyes again, still moving his hand in an effort to get the baby to kick. 

“Mhm, that’s normal. You’re eating for two.”

“Yeah and I’m gonna gain weight.”, you groaned.

“A pound a month is ideal. You lost in the beginning from morning sickness and nausea. It’s not going to kill you to eat what you want. You’re only gaining in your belly.”, he sighed. 

“It will kill me when I have big, ugly stretch marks.”

Joe sighed. “You’re still going to be beautiful and it’s just a reminder that you’re growing and nurturing our baby. You’ll still be the most beautiful and sexy woman I’ve ever met.”

You smiled at him easily before moving his hand in just the right spot, distracting from your conversation. You and Joe both gasped in excitement, a look of awe on both of your faces.

“Joe, did you feel it?” 

“I did. Daddy’s little peanut.”

You both had tears in your eyes as you looked at one another. Joe’s brown eyes were beaming—just like you knew they’d be. 

“I love you.”, he breathed.

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

“Not possible.”, you argued back playfully.

He held his hand there, feeling the baby under his hand. It was the most magical feeling, one he never thought would happen. There were times he never imagined he would be a father and now, it was happening. He imagined he would be married ideally, but he wouldn’t change a thing. You giggled easily, making your belly shake as he moved his hand ever so slightly just to keep up with the baby. You smiled at him widely, him returning the same gesture. 

“Oh it is.”, he hummed before leaning in, sharing another slow and passionate kiss. 

“Can we put groceries away now? I’m starving.”, you eyed him. 

“I don’t even want to stop feeling for a second.”, he sighed.

“I know, babe. But you’ll have plenty of time to do it once I’ve ate something.”

He pouted playfully. “I know, love. What do you want to eat?”, he rubbed your belly easily, still feeling the baby move around under his hand.

“Ugh. A sandwich. Like with everything—ham, cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles, mayonnaise, mustard, and ketchup. And ice cream. With a pickle?”, you smiled nervously.

Joe’s nose crinkled up. “You hate mustard and pickles.”

“I know. I can’t help it. I’m craving it. Your baby is craving it.”

He laughed easily, pinching the bridge of his nose above his glasses. “I know. I’ll get it. Just relax and get comfy, baby. What did you want to drink?”

“A little caffeine….soda?”, you eyed him.

He smirked, teasing you. “Fine. I guess we can make an exception. I thought for dinner we could make baked ziti.” 

“Never had it, but it sounds good.”, you eyed him as you both stood up before he leaned down to kiss your bare bump, sending shivers and chills down your spine.

“I thought we were relaxing.”, he eyed you over his glasses, a true teacher look. “But baked ziti is similar to lasagna, but better.”

“I said I’d help you put groceries away.”, you sighed. “I’m just pregnant—not helpless.”, you eyed him.

“You need to relax. It’s cold—snowing. Perfect nap and cuddle weather. We could even go to the bedroom and cuddle if you’re more comfortable in bed. Watch Hallmark movies—isn’t that what you all do near Christmas?”

You eyed him before rolling your eyes. “Yeah, we like our cheesy, romantic Hallmark movies. And I guess that would be okay once I eat.”, you smirked.

Secretly, you both had an understanding that it would turn into more. ‘

“Alright and once you fall asleep—I’m getting up to make dinner.”

“You’d leave me? And our baby?”, you pouted, rubbing your bump as you both made your way into the kitchen.

He sighed as he began sitting the groceries out of the plastic bags, stuffing them under the sink. “Just to make an amazing dinner for you both.”

“Fine.”

You both laughed, sharing a kiss. Life was good—perfect practically. The only downside was still having to keep your all’s relationship a secret. It was getting harder, the closer you both grew to one another. This baby wasn’t making matter any easier. Tori still didn’t know you were pregnant as you were still able to hide it. Soon, you’d have to tell her but there was no way you were telling her who the baby’s father was. You watched Joe put away the groceries, you helped by handing him the items sitting on the table. 

You couldn’t help but bite your lip as he bent over, even his slacks showing his ass almost perfectly. It was one of your favorite things physically about him. He put the last of the groceries away before getting the ingredients out to make your sandwich. He seemed to notice that you had been staring at him, causing a smirk to spread across his lips as he began cutting the vegetables for your sandwich. 

“Enjoying the view?”, he teased.

“Maybe.”, you shrugged easily. 

He chuckled softly as he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose before going back to cut your vegetables. “Maybe you can enjoy it later top, hm? If you feel up to it.”

You smirked easily, feeling like a love-sick teenager. “I’d like to. As long as your baby cooperates.”

A smile spread across his lips as he laid the vegetables on top of your ham. “You’ve had a lot less nausea lately.”

“I know but it still happens—at night which is really weird.”

Joe laughed. “I know.”

He was finishing your sandwich, putting all the condiments on it before setting your drink beside it. You wasted no time in moving over to the countertop and grabbing your drink and sandwich, beginning to eat immediately. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took your first bite of the sandwich, feeling like you hadn’t eaten in days. These pregnancy hormones were taking a toll on you but it would all be worth it for this baby. 

“Does it taste good?”

You nodded, humming in agreement. “Mhm, you did amazing babe.”

Joe came over and kissed your head. “Glad I could make you happy.”

“More than happy.”

Joe smiled as you ate your sandwich, finishing it almost as quickly as he made it before chasing it down with your soda. You both smiled at one another before Joe went back over to the freezer pulling out your ice cream and a pickle—just like you had asked. He tried to suppress his slight disgust as he brought it over to the kitchen table, sitting it down in front of you.

“Thanks, babe. After this we’re going to cuddle in bed and watch Hallmark, right?”

He nodded as he sat down at the table beside you, eager to feel your belly again. You giggled as his hands found it again. 

“We’ll watch your Hallmark movies and cuddle.”, he reaffirmed. 

You all shared another kiss before you dug into your ice cream and pickle, not taking very long to scarf it down either. You got up, rinsing out your bowl before grabbing a glass of water to take to the bedroom. You couldn’t help but look out the window, seeing the snow falling. It was a thick, heavy snow that was quickly coating the ground and everything else in its path. 

“It’s really coming down out there, isn’t it?”, Joe asked coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Yeah.”

“I think I’ll kick on the fireplace. And don’t worry, it’s propane, not actual logs.”, he smirked as he pecked your cheek.

You smirked softly. “Want hot chocolate or something?”

“I’ll just take tea. I need to try to stay awake and grade papers.”, he sighed. “Before dinner or the power goes out.”

You nodded easily, remembering exactly how he liked his tea.

“Shouldn’t I be waiting on my pregnant girlfriend?”

“I am perfectly capable of making you tea and myself hot chocolate.”, you glared back at him. 

“Okay, love.”

You went back to hit, boiling water on the stove as you worked on your hot chocolate. Once the water was hot enough, you pulled it off the stove and poured it into a teacup, careful to add the tea satchel. 

“Be careful with the hot water, love.”

“I will.”

He eased off slightly, trying not to be too overbearing. He knew he was worried, but he couldn’t help it. He’d never had a healthy stable relationship much less an unborn baby he had to worry about. He knew you were doing everything right in your pregnancy. You were going to the doctor like you were supposed to but he still was waiting for the other shoe to fall. When was something going to go wrong? The thought alone terrified him. What would he do if something happened to you and the baby? He tried not to focus on that.

You brought him out of his daydream but handing him his cup of tea with a smile on your face. 

“Thanks, baby.”

“I think I’m ready for a nap.”, you yawned as you stretched your arms. “Is it bad I’m still in my pajamas?”

Joe laughed. “No, it’s not bad. You deserve it."

He offered to carry your hot chocolate as you both made your way into the bedroom. It was dark except for the fireplace that he had lit. It was warm but not too hot—just cozy. 

“Soon we won’t be able to do this.”, you sighed as you sat down on the edge of the bed before climbing in it.

“I know. We can—it just won’t be exactly the same. We’ll have a baby.”

You nodded easily as Joe undressed down to his boxers, climbed in bed with you, took you in his arms, and pulled the sheet and comforter over you both before kissing your head. 

“Goodbye sleep.”, you smirked.

“I’ll help you and get up with the baby. You won’t do this all alone. We haven’t really talked about this—but are you planning on breastfeeding or using formula?”

You sighed, closing your eyes as he changed the television over to the Hallmark channel, your tiredness already hitting you full force. “I want to breastfeed.”

He nodded. “Okay, love. Sounds good. We’re gonna have to find you a breast pump. Best of the best.”

You smirked before grimacing slightly. “The baby is moving now.”, you groaned easily, turning over in bed towards Joe, trying to get comfortable.

“Maybe the caffeine and ice cream woke her up.”

“Her?”, you smirked.

“I’m thinking it’s a little girl.”

“It could be a he.”, you laughed before Joe kissed you again, brushing your hair out of your face. He knew you would fall asleep soon. 

“Either way, I’m going to love it with everything in me.”, Joe smiled as he placed his hand on your belly, rubbing it and lulling you off to sleep. 

“Me too. I love you, Joe.”, you smiled softly, voice slurring as you were already dozing off.

“I love you, baby.”, he breathed, leaning down to kiss you again before you dozed off. 

You weren’t sure how many hours had passed. You turned over in bed, stretching and attempting to find the alarm clock. It was five in the evening according to the bold, bright red numbers. You immediately turned to look for Joe but he was gone, his papers laid out on the bedside table with his red pen on top of them. His teacup was gone, and the Hallmark movies continued to play on a loop. You sat up easily, feeling like you smelled food. Did you smell food or were you going crazy? You definitely felt hungry again. 

Stretching, you pulled the covers back and got out of bed. Soon, you’ll have to buy some more clothes. Your belly wasn’t going to get any smaller. Most of your jeans didn’t fit. You opened the bedroom door and sniffed. It was definitely food. Joe had to be in the kitchen. You held your belly as you made it to the kitchen, seeing him turned away from you and being fully focused on cooking. He bent over, checking the oven and making sure he wasn’t burning the baked ziti…that’s what he was making if you remembered correctly.

He was dressed in his pajama pants, opting to match you and give up his dress clothes. It was such a shock to see him in more casual and comfortable clothes—still. He must have felt your presence because he turned around almost immediately. 

“Hey, love. Did you have a good nap?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“I ended up dozing off with you for like an hour before I woke up. I got a few papers graded and then I came down here and started dinner. It’s almost done.” 

You nodded easily. “How’s the weather?”

“Bad. They said on the news we’re under a state of emergency now. They advised everyone to charge their phones and all that stuff because they said there would be a lot of power outages. I lit the fireplace in the living room as well.” 

Your eyes widened easily before nodding. “Yeah, I think mine is at a hundred percent.”

“Said flights would be delayed for the holidays.”, he added as he turned around back to make the salad. 

Joe was an avid news and weather watcher, something he said he had learned to do since moving to the States. You watched Joe toss the salad before setting it to the side. His phone timer went off, prompting him to pull the ziti from the oven. The warm smell hit your nose, causing your eyes to flutter shut. Man, this baby was making you hungry. You felt like you were starving and hadn’t eaten in days but it had just been a few hours. 

“Really? Glad we aren’t traveling.”

“Yeah—my mom and dad had wanted to come see me but they saw the predicted weather and changed their minds.”, he smirked, looking back at you.

Your heart practically dropped into your stomach. “You were going to let them?”

He laughed out loud. “Yeah, but you aren’t super pregnant yet. I was going to ease them into our relationship then tell them about the baby a little later.”

“Oh.”, you nodded.

You didn’t know what it was but something made you very nervous when it came to the idea of meeting Joe’s parents and telling them you’re pregnant. You even wondered if you all were moving things way too quickly. 

“Maybe when we find out the gender.”

“In two weeks hopefully.”, you sat down at the table, rubbing your belly. 

“Mhm, sure hope so. We could have done the blood test.”, he teased. 

“But I worry those aren’t totally accurate.”

“True. But some ultrasound techs still get it wrong.”

You rolled your eyes before they panned to several candles adorning the table and you imagined they were there for the possibility that the electricity was going to go out while you all ate dinner. 

“Here you go, love. Baked ziti and a salad. What dressing do you want and what to drink?”, he kissed your cheek. 

“Um, ranch and some water.”

“Okay, love.”

He grabbed the ranch and some water from the fridge, setting it down in front of you. He kissed your cheek again before feeling your belly. 

“I hope you enjoy dinner.”

“Oh I’m sure I will—I’m starving. This kid is making me hungry all the time.”

Joe smirked before kissing your cheek again, going to fix his own plate. “It’s all the hormones and growing a tiny human. Completely normal, love.”

He came over to join you at the table, setting his plates down and grabbing some soda from the fridge. He poured himself a drink, and began to eat. You felt like a ravenous animal, stuffing your face. You all made small talk, talking about what gender you thought the baby would be and throwing around a few names. Joe was still very adamant it was going to be a little girl while you were sure it was going to be a little boy. Just thinking about a little boy, who was identical to Joe running around made your heart melt. He had the dominant features—especially his brown eyes.

“You’ve never shown me pictures of you as a baby.”, you stirred in your ziti before stabbing some with a fork. 

Joe stopped mid-bite. “Neither have you.”

“All mine are at home.” 

“Most of mine are with Mom. I brought a few with me. But I know we’re going to make a cute baby.”

“I wanna see them.”

“Okay, I’ll dig them out after dinner.”

All of a sudden, the lights flickered before going completely out, leaving you and Joe only in candlelight. 

“Or maybe when the power comes back on.”, he cleared his throat.

“It’s so dark.”

“It’s okay, love. I’ll go upstairs after dinner and grab some pillows and blankets and we can sleep down here if you want.”

“Okay.”

“Will you be comfortable enough? I know you get a little uncomfortable at night.”

“I’ll make it. We are going to have to invest in a pregnancy pillow for me. Please.”

“I will get you one as soon as the weather clears up, I promise. If you need something, tell me.”, his eyes darkened as if there was some undertone. 

“Anything?”

“Of course, love. I’ll do my best to oblige.”

“Okay.”, you smiled as you sipped your water, already thinking of an idea in your head. 

You all finished up dinner, Joe clearing the plates and cups before putting the leftovers away and putting the dirty dishes in the sink. He said he’d wash them tomorrow when the power would hopefully be restored. You asked him to get your gown and bring it down when he brought everything else but you couldn’t help to sit on the couch and have your stomach twist and turn in desire. That was something else they never told you when you got pregnant—sometimes you’d want to avoid sex and cuddle but then most of the time (in your case), you wanted sex. 

The noise of Joe coming down the stairs grabbed your attention, seeing him with several pillows and blankets in his arms, almost obscuring his view. You noticed your gown was on top before he sat everything down on the couch. 

“You sure you’ll be okay, love? I worry about you.”

“I’ll be fine for one night, I promise. If not—I can always move to the couch.”

Joe nodded. “Okay, love.”

You both shared a kiss before Joe began spreading the blankets out and placing the pillows just so-so. You watched him—the ways his arms flexed as he bent down and fixed the blankets and his soft grunts as he made sure they were just right causing you to bite your lips and shift from your spot on the couch, eventually causing you to stand up and slip off your pajamas and change into your gown which made your baby bump look that much more prominent. Joe smoothed the bottom blanket out before adding the top one. He was definitely going to make sure you all were warm and as comfortable as he could. 

“Okay, love. How’s that?”

“Great.”, you smiled softly as he turned around, quick to notice you had changed.

His eyes panned up and down your body.

“Like it?”, you smirked.

“Love it. You look more pregnant.”

“I know.”, you began, rubbing your belly. “Soon I’m not gonna be able to hide my bump.”

“Mhm, it’ll be okay.”, he breathed as he took you into his arms.

You took a deep breath as you inhaled his scent. You didn’t know if it was the hormones or something else but you craved his scent. His pheromones were much stronger, mixed with the hint of his Dior cologne.

“Joe?”

“Yes, love?”

“Did you really mean it earlier when you said you’d do anything for me?”

“Mhm, do you need something love?”

“Um,”, you cleared your throat as he pulled back easily to look at your face before brushing your hair to the side all while looking deep into your eyes with concern and care. “Actually I do.”

His eyebrows raised in surprise. “And what’s that, love? What do you need?”

“Um,”, you laughed from embarrassment lightly. “I feel like I really—need…”

Your mouth was going dry.

“Need what, love?”

“Um, sex.”

“Sex?”, his eyes widened as he repeated the word. 

You nodded softly. “You can say no.”

“And what if I don’t want to say no?”, he spoke barely above a whisper.

“I’d be really happy.”

He smirked. “And what a shame—you just put this gown on.”

“I know, but it’ll look better on the floor, won’t it?”

Joe hummed in satisfaction, already feeling his cock growing hard. “It would.”

You smirked as you reached down, grabbing the hem of the gown and lifting it up and over your head. It left you almost totally exposed, leaving your panties on. Joe took a deep inhale, taking in your body. Sure, it was changing a little but he still loved you and thought you were the most beautiful and sexy girl he’d ever seen. You bit your lip shyly as you looked up at him.

“God, you’re so sexy.”, he breathed. 

“Am not.”

“Are so.” 

“Your breasts have grown a bit.”, Joe commented as he took them in his hands, watching for your reaction.

Your breathing hitched as you closed your eyes shut, waiting for the pain and sensitivity to hit, but it didn’t. Not too much, anyway. It wasn’t unbearable. 

“Yeah—think I may need a new bra soon.”, you sighed.

“I’ll give you some money to go shopping.”

“No, you don’t have to.”, you eyed him.

“I can and I will. It’s all my fault things are getting tight, isn’t it?”, he chuckled. 

You bit back a moan. “Kinda….”

He nodded. “See? And when we find out what our baby is gonna be, we can go shopping for her.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You’re stuck on a little girl.” 

“I am.”, he smirked as he flicked your nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger.

“And what are you gonna do if it’s a little boy?”

“Love him just the same. But it’s gonna be my little girl.”

“We’ll see.”

“We will.”, he hummed as you let out a moan, desperate for more. 

You needed him in so many more ways than one.

“Joe, please.”

“Please what, love?”, he kissed your neck, fighting the urge to sink his teeth in your neck and leave a hickey. 

It would be gone before school started back.

“Fuck me.”

“I’m sorry?”

He just wanted to hear you say it again.

“Fuck—me. Please.”, you repeated.

His breathing hitched as he felt his cock twitch under his pants. “Not without a little foreplay first, right?”

“Right.”, you agreed.

This was almost a wet dream. His hands left your breasts causing you to moan lightly as you went for his pajama pants, pulling them down. He swallowed hard as you came back up, grabbing the hem of his boxers and flashing him a seductive smile. You jerked them down quickly, allowing his cock to spring free. He moaned out loudly, closing his eyes as he felt his cock twitch, waiting for you to touch it or put it in your mouth. He wasn’t picky. He just wanted you—however you wanted it.

A smile spread across your lips, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. It was sexy that you got him that hot and bothered. You grabbed his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, and tossing it to the floor before he gently pushed you against the wall, beginning to kiss you.

“How—do—you—want it?”, he breathed between kisses. 

“Missionary?”

“You’re so vanilla, aren’t you, love?”, he teased playfully. 

“What’s wrong with vanilla?”

“Nothing—nothing at all.”

“I mean we could do more—just I really want missionary.”, you breathed.

“Okay, love. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He picked you up, causing you to gasp before taking you over to his little pillow and blanket bed he had made in front of the fireplace, softly laying you down on the pillows. You gently pulled a blanket over yourself just enough to cover your breasts and cunt, leaving little to the imagination. Most of your belly and thighs were exposed. The only light was from the fireplace, the rest of the house completely dark. He began kissing you, pressing himself down on top of the blanket, and making you feel his cock through the blanket. It was so hard and you knew it was just for you.

“Fuck, just look at you.”, he breathed as his hand ran down your leg.

You smirked. “How bad do you want me?”

“So bad—do you want anything else?”, he breathed.

“Like?”

“Want me to eat you out?”

Your breathing hitched. “You wanna?”

“Of course, I do. I want anything you do, love.”

“If you want to, I’d like it.”, you breathed, feeling your cheeks turning red but you were unsure whether it was from embarrassment or how warm the fire was.

“Mhm, okay love. Spread your legs for me. Wanna see how wet you already are for me.”

“Okay.”, you breathed as he moved the blanket slightly to the side, dipping his head between your thighs.

Suddenly, you felt his fingers down your slick causing you to moan lightly while arching your back. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked for me.”

“Can’t help it. Really horny.”, you breathed.

“I love it.”, he hummed as he pulled his fingers out almost as quickly as he had inserted them before bringing them to his mouth and sticking them inside, licking them off like a sucker. You couldn’t help but watch him, your chest heaving up and down. You bit your lip as he sucked off every last bit of you from his fingers. 

“God, I want more.”

“Then take it.”

He leaned down to kiss you, allowing you to lightly taste yourself. You ran your hands through his thick, curly hair. You were the perfect mix of salty and sweet, realizing why he liked it so much. 

“Are you sure?”

He broke the kiss to look deep in your eyes, brushing your hair back gently with his fingers as a small smile spread across his lips.

“Uh-huh.”, you shifted easily, feeling the aching feeling in your core increase. 

“Okay, love. Anything you want.”

He shifted to the floor, focusing his attention down south. He easily spread your legs, getting a perfect view of your cunt. He took a deep breath, yearning to be inside of you. You smiled up at him easily, the blanket barely covering your core. If he was being honest, he loved this view and he couldn’t wait to wreck you. It was amazing that he was going to have you all to himself. It was something he was still trying to wrap his head around. 

As he was positioning himself, he noticed you shift easily and take a deep breath.

“Everything okay, love?”

“Fine. Just a little nervous.”

“Nervous of what?”

“I don’t know—it won’t be that great.”

Joe’s face crinkled slightly in confusion. “What do you mean, love?” 

“I just mean—what if I don’t smell or taste good.”, you swallowed hard, saying it out loud only intensifying your fear further. 

“Love, it’s amazing.”, Joe reassured as he rubbed your inner thigh before placing a gentle kiss on it.

“Are you sure?”

You knew you didn’t taste bad—but your hormones were acting up again. There was a fear that he would find someone else, moving on to a new piece of ass. You had nightmares about it daily but chose not to discuss them with him, afraid he would find them annoying or agitating. 

“I’m absolutely sure, love. It’s amazing and it drives me crazy. Makes me want to fuck you even worse.”, he smirked.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay.”

“Are you ready now, love?”

You nodded easily, trying to put your fears and concerns on the back burner. You did your best to try and shift, relaxing your body and attempting to relax your mind. You felt his breath between your thighs. Without further warning, you felt his tongue take a long, slow swipe between your slick, wet folds causing your back to arch and your breathing to hitch. He noticed, his brown eyes looking up at you.

“Does it feel good?”, he hummed against you.

“So—good.”, you moaned softly.

He chuckled against you, continuing to work his tongue in and out of your slick folds. You were doing your best to focus on the euphoria that was engulfing you. His grip on your thighs tightened, making sure to keep you close to him. This was one of Joe’s favorite things to do to you.

Interrupting your thoughts again, you felt his tongue once again swipe between your wet slit, eliciting a moan from you. You could tell this pleased Joe. You parted your legs as far apart as they’d go, allowing him full access to you. You eyed him, resting your head on the pillows he had used in this makeshift bed. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible while he fucked you with his tongue and cock, soon enough. 

“Fu-fuck, Joe.”, you moaned, grabbing the blanket on top of you.

His lips curved into a smile again, pulling away from you just for a moment. “Do you like my mouth, baby?”

You nodded feverishly as if you were silently begging him to continue. He teased you, just enough to feel his breath once again on your clit. 

“Words, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Don’t stop—please.”

“Good girl.”, he praised as he moved his mouth back to your folds, flicking his tongue over your folds. 

Your eyes rolled back easily, this already blowing your mind. Joseph easily took his hands, moving your legs up to his shoulders, allowing him more leverage. It was hot. So very hot. Was it the fireplace or the chemistry between you both? Your hands continued to grip the blanket with each flick and swipe of his tongue, you not being able to hold back your feral moans. 

You couldn’t wait any longer before you decided you needed something else to sink your fingers into. You eyed Joe’s curls hazily, your brain already turning to mush. You lifted your gripped hands from the blanket before brushing them through Joseph’s hair. What you did next slightly caught him by surprise. You tugged at his curls, causing him to moan, sending vibrations all over your cunt and throughout your heat. His fingers dug deeper into your thighs. The sounds filling the room were those that reminded you how wet you were.

Another sensation struck you suddenly—his beard.

You could feel the tickle of his stubble rubbing against your sensitive, throbbing clit. His stubble brushed against your clit as he moved his face, fucking you with his tongue. Joseph was well aware of what he was doing, his stubble dragging against your skin eliciting moans of pleasure from you. He was being so dirty and you loved it. 

Joe’s tongue was fucking you the right way in all the right places, and you beginning to feel your high take over. It wasn’t taking very much from him with his stubble and motions of his tongue to bring you close to your release. Joe felt pride at this, considering it an accomplishment he was going to make you cum this easy. You could feel the building hot, twisting, ache in your stomach signifying your impending orgasm was near.

“Joe—”, you moaned out, mewling under his tongue.

“Hmm?”, he hummed against you.

“I’m gonna—cum.”, you choked, feeling the intensity increase. 

He pulled away from your dripping cunt just for a moment, another whimper escaping from you for the lack of his tongue buried in you. “Cum for me, baby. I wanna taste you so fucking bad.”

His tongue went back to its dastardly deeds and that was all it took to send you over the edge.

“I’m cum—cumming.”, you moaned out as you gripped your fingers in his curls, tugging slightly.

He ceased working his tongue, allowing you to have your orgasm for just a moment before he stuck his tongue back in you, he was going to give himself the pleasure of tasting your sweet juices. Considering he was the one who worked so hard for it. Your toes were curled near his head, your vision going blurry as you cried out, feeling your cunt tighten around his tongue, releasing your juices. 

Your chest heaved up and down as he lapped at you, smothering himself in your cunt to get that final taste. Once he was content, Joseph pulled away and looked up at you, feeling his breath against your core once more. Joseph was usually a man of composure and class, however, how he looked right now made him that much more irresistible. He looked so feral and lustful, craving you. 

He wasn’t breaking his eye contact with you as you noticed his beard glisten in the low light with the coating from your juices. You swallowed hard at the sight. He ran his tongue over his lips and upper stubble from his beard, tasting the remainder of you from tongue fucking you. A small moan escaped you taking in the sight of this. Now, you need him more than ever. 

“Joe.”, you sighed.

“Yes, love?”

“Can you please fuck me? Please put your cock inside of me?”

Joe wore a shocked expression at the use of your candid language. “Love, you’ve barely recovered from my tongue.”

“Don’t care—need you inside of me—please.”, you begged, swallowing hard.

“You know you don’t have to beg, love.”

You nodded softly as he cupped your cheek. He gave you a soft kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hard cock already brushing your slick. 

“Are you sure you’re ready, love?”

“Please—never been more ready.”, your eyes fluttered shut, preparing yourself for him.

“Okay, love. Wanna hold my hand while we do it? Makes us feel closer.”, he breathed.

You nodded softly again, reaching your trembling hand out. It didn’t matter how long you all had been together, you still got nervous at times. But he always reassured you.

He took your hand, threading his fingers in between yours. “You’re so beautiful.”

A smile curved on your lips. “Promise?”

“Always.”, he smirked with a soft chuckle. 

You smiled up at him, eyes becoming slightly watery. It was the damn hormones again, wasn’t it? He leaned down and shared another kiss with you before lining himself up with you and entering you, causing you to gasp lightly. 

“Sorry, baby. You’re so tight—even after fingering you and eating you out.”

His face was full of concern, he hated hurting you just for a second—even if it would turn pleasurable for you. 

“It’s—it’s okay, babe.”

He watched you, still holding your hand as he began to thrust deep inside of you. His rhythm started off slow in an attempt to give you time to adjust. He saw you take a deep breath as he grunted softly, rutting himself inside of you. 

“Feeling better?”, he asked softly.

You nodded. “Mhm.”

“I swear I’d put a baby in you if I hadn’t already.”, he groaned.

Your eyes flew open. “Yeah?”

“Yeah—so happy you’re having my baby.”

You smirked before moaning softly as he hit the right spot that made you see stars. The thought that had entered your mind left as quickly as it came.

“God, just looking at you right now drives me mad.”, his eyes rolled back in his head as he continued to thrust into you, the sound of his balls smacking against you filling the room.

You would have never in your wildest dreams imagined being in this position with your professor—who was now your boyfriend. It was like a dream come true. You smiled up at him, clearly cock drunk right now. 

“Mhm feels—so good, Joe.”, you moaned softly, his grip tightening on your hand.

“So glad, baby. Love taking—care of you.”, he groaned.

His thrust continued, steady and he slightly began picking up the pace as he closed his eyes, throwing his head back lightly. 

“Joe….”, you hiccuped easily.

“Yes, love?”

“I think I’m gonna cum…..”

“Cum for me—cum all over my cock, baby. Can’t wait to fill you full.”

You were climbing the high of your orgasm, not able to focus on anything but that. Your brain was focused on his movements, feeling him deep inside of you. You closed your eyes, drowning out any other care in the world. You took your free arm, rubbing it up and down his arm—anything to hold onto. 

“Joe…..”, you moaned out.

“Yes, love?”, he breathed.

“Gonna cum—right now.”, you moaned as you instantly felt yourself tighten around him, juices spilling over his cock. 

Your eyes shot open, his eyes closed as he reveled in the feeling of you releasing. His job was done, he had done what he wanted to do. 

“Fuck—cum baby, cum all over my cock. Feels so good.”, he hummed as his rhythm slowed, giving you time to work through your orgasm.

He wanted to help you ride it out, he always did. You sank your fingernails in his hand as you moaned, the final waves of your orgasm hitting. Lightheadedness took over at this point, you felt the heat of your orgasm wash over your entire body. Every sensation, every time he fucked himself into you was so much more intense now causing you to whimper. He smirked, watching you come down off your high. Your chest was heaving, visibly trying to recover a little before he came.

You felt his cock twitch and pulse, a reaction from your orgasm. He could tell you were soaked—utterly soaked. He could feel your juices all over his curls at the base of him.

“Ready for me to cum, love?”, he breathed.

“Please.”, your mouth was dry.

He mentally counted how many thrusts it took after you came. One. Two. Three. His thrusts ceased immediately as he released the loudest groan he had of the night. His fingertips sank into your hand this time, his hips stuttering, keeping himself buried inside of you as deep as he could. You felt his cock pumping his cum deep into your cunt, careful to keep himself there and make sure none of it was missed. You both smiled at each other, beginning to laugh lightly. 

“How was that, love?”

“So good, Joe. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, love. Are you sure you’re going to be comfortable on the floor?”

“I’m gonna be fine. Just come cuddle me.”, you flashed him the puppy dog eyes that you knew he couldn’t resist. 

He smiled as he fell beside of you, a little of his seed spilling out on your thigh but you didn’t care. All that mattered was him being with you. He kissed you again before pulling you close to him, covering you both up with the huge blanket and a few smaller ones. Without contemplation, he held your bump before rubbing his hand over it easily. 

“She’s being quiet.”, he smirked.

“Maybe he’s asleep now.”, you looked back at Joe with a smirk on your face.

“After all that, it would be hard.”, he laughed. 

Suddenly, you both felt the baby move, kicking Joe’s hand easily. You smiled back at him again before you both shared a kiss. 

“Now, get the baby to settle down and sleep, please.”

“On it.”, he kissed you again before you both cuddled up together, your back facing his and feeling his cock resting against your ass. 

You snuggled into your pillows, closing your eyes as he rubbed your bump and attempted to lull both you and the baby to sleep. It must have worked at some point. You only woke up once, his arm wrapped around your waist while hearing him snore causing you to smirk before you dozed right back off to sleep. You were both trying to enjoy sleep before the baby came, but it was a good trade-off. Getting a new baby that was part of you both and losing a little sleep—it’d be worth it. 

#eddie munson #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #joseph x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things

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MY HEART HURTS OOOH 😭😭

Got me feeling all loved up on a wednesday morning ❤

How do you think their friends and family reacted 🎉

That’s such a great question! Here’s how I think it would go!

Eddie x bestie!fem!reader

word count: 1,071

cw: none!

The table was filled with all of the people you loved the most. It was your parents and Wayne and Steve and Robin and the kids. You had told them all that you had an announcement and they all agreed to come over to your apartment to have dinner even though they all could guess what your news was.

The two of you couldn’t contain your excitement. Even though you hadn’t told anyone, you both still spent hours every night before bed looking at everything wedding related, whether it was a gown magazine or researching a venue, or even ordering a wedding cake sampler despite not having set the date yet. You couldn’t have been more thrilled to share the rest of your lives with each other and each have rings to show everyone that you belonged to each other.

You stood from the table and clinked your champagne glass with your spoon to get everyone’s attention. The chatter stopped and they all turned to the head of the table where you had been standing.

“I just wanted to thank everyone for being here tonight,” you started. “As you know, Eddie and I have been friends practically our whole lives. We’ve never left each other’s side and have been there through thick and thin. Despite everyone’s assumption that we were a couple, that was never really something we thought about or discussed.”

“Well,” Eddie took over. “I have loved y/n since I could remember. I wasn't sure in what way, but now I know. I want to spend the rest of my life with her and the other night, I proposed and she said yes.”

Everyone was silent for a moment before they were all reaching into their wallets or purses for cash. They were all either passing it across the table or the people next them and you were wondering what they were all doing.

“I’m sorry, what’s going on?” You asked, clearly confused by the money being passed around.

“Well, I thought you were going to tell us you were pregnant,” your mother answered.

“So did I,” Steve added. “And Rob was right so I owed her twenty bucks.” The whole thing didn’t surprise you in the slightest. You wondered how quickly they had all come up with it this time.

“Oh, so you all bet on what we were announcing?” You quirked an eyebrow, trying to seem serious but you ended up letting out a laugh and Eddie was quick to join in.

“Sorry,” your father shrugged. “It’s easy money.”

“Let me see the ring,” your mother waved you over and you moved to her left, holding your hand out so she could get a good look. Everyone who couldn’t see it from their seats all gathered around you as they all “oohed” and “aahed” at the sparkly diamond on your finger.

“It’s beautiful, y/n,” your mother responded. “You’re going to be such a beautiful bride.” You could see her tearing up which only made you do the same. She wiped away your tears with the pads of her thumbs then pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “My baby’s not a baby anymore.”

“Oh, mom. I’m still your baby.” You pulled her into a hug that she was quick to return. At that, it seemed like everyone wanted to get in on it, so you made the rounds hugging everyone, Wayne being last.

You held onto him the longest since he always seemed to give the best hugs second to Eddie. Wayne had been like a second father to you. You felt like you could go to him for anything. It could have been a scraped knee or even a broken heart and he would have patched you up literally and metaphorically. He always gave the best advice and it was always accompanied by a cup of coffee at the table in his kitchen.

Wayne didn’t think there was a better person for his nephew. From the first time he had seen the two of you together, he knew that you were going to be in Eddie’s life for a long time. You were sweet and selfless and clearly wanted to be friends with Eddie because you liked him for who he was.

“Thank you for taking care of my boy,” he patted your back.

“I wouldn’t want to do anything else. He’s my person.” You gave him one more squeeze before letting go.

“And I know he’s very lucky to have that title.” Your cheeks blushed at his words and you turned to the man who you were going to call your husband who was conversing with Steve. They were both laughing about something and your heart warmed seeing him so happy.

“And I’m lucky to have him.”

“He called me the day he bought the ring.” You turned back to Wayne as he said the words. Eddie had failed to mention that to you.

“He did?”

“He did,” he nodded with a laugh. “The boy was so nervous and I had to calm him down. He loves you so much and he didn’t want to screw it up.”

“He did a wonderful job. You did great raising him, Wayne.” You gave him one last hug then headed back over to your fiancé.

You wrapped your arms around his middle as he was still deep in conversation with Steve. His arms went to your shoulders, pulling you as close to him as possible. Steve looked at the two of you in admiration. He honestly wasn’t surprised in the slightest at hearing about your engagement and was shocked that neither of you had popped the question sooner.

Him and Robin had a bet going for so long to see when the two of you were going to finally realize your feelings for each other. They couldn’t believe that it had actually taken twenty years for you to finally see that you were soulmates. It had been obvious to everyone around you, but apparently not to the two of you.

You turned to Eddie and looked into his warm brown eyes, feeling your heart warm at seeing the way they softened for you. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips that you gratefully accepted. You were going to live happily ever after with the only person you’d ever want to spend it with and you couldn’t have been more grateful to have him.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff

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I don't understand why people are so insistent on pushing Emily's sexuality into being lesbian. Don't get me wrong, I also want Emily to have a girlfriend (though not JJ for me, sorry—I don't understand the urge to pair them together, especially when JJ has been married for 10 years with 2 kids). However, with Tara, for example, I'm all for it. I know the initial plan was for Emily to be a lesbian, but throughout Criminal Minds' 16 years, we've seen Emily love men too. Why couldn't Emily be bisexual? Why do people keep pushing her sexuality into something she might not be? And why do people love to tear apart a marriage for their ship? I'm all for it if JJ isn't married; I shipped them before JJ got pregnant and got serious with Will. But now, in my opinion, Jemily is as bad as Jeid, sorry. I really just want to understand; this isn't a hate ask

Bruh I am on the same page as you.

In early seasons, yeah I ship jemily hardcore, there’s so many little moments that linger and toe the line of platonic relationship. Then the writers/show runners knew what they could tease/bait into getting more views/people to come back week after week & continued to do it. (Aka 200/them hallucinating each other).

And that’s the exact same thing that AJ’s comment in that interview was… bait. Theyve already clairified that Will isnt dying/divorcing, the actor just isnt returning. To do jemily in s17 makes no sense, esp after the health scare in s16 that will came out on the good side of, if theyd killed him off in s16 then maaaaaaaaybe.

Now imo, Temily in s17+ does work. They used s16 to establish tara as queer, and then could easily use that progress of emily either saying that she’s bi or having her start to question her sexuality & bonding with tara over it until they realize feelings.

YES. THANK YOU. And yeah she was supposed to be a lesbian originally but there is no erasing the men she dated in canon, no matter how much people may hate them. (Imma get hate for this but i didnt mind Mendoza…) and THAT likely comes from such biphobia/bi erasure within the lgbt community, which is unfortunate. If emily was to be queer in s17+ she would either be bi, or be a late in life lesbian, realizing that maybe that’s why things never seemed to work out. Honestly, i’d prefer her to be bi. We dont have enough representation on television.

I guess i dont really have an answer, but those are my thoughts 😂😂

[queerstudiesnatural]

good news, my neighbour just asked me if her two week old baby was too loud and apologised for the noise, and i was like?? girl i didn't even know you'd given birth omg congrats? i haven't heard a thing though?

so this means hopefully my neighbours also don't hear me when i reenact every musical known to man until the wee hours of the morning 🤞

#i feel bad like i knew she was very pregnant but i haven't run into her in a while (which makes sense now) #so i didn't know she'd given birth :/ #i feel like i should get her a congratulations present or something but we're not really close we just say hi when we see each other #also i'm not sure which one her door is #i don't even know her name lol #i'll try to spy #once i figure out where she lives i can get her something for the baby or something #rain.stuff #i think she's on the second floor but i'm not sure #could be the first #and there are two flats per floor so #gotta do some digging (spying) #maybe if i stick my ear to every door i'll be able to hear if her baby starts crying

[captorsicallfriends]

ewww no i hate the luke-manny-sherry storyline

#diya says #like a few seasons ago luke literally rejected the advances of a girl multiple times bc he knew manny liked her even if it meant #manny hating him for seemingly making a move on her #he would NOT do something like this #they really ruined the kids' storylines in the later seasons im sorry there's not much i like about their later seasons selves #lily gets so little screentime and all her important relationships are sidelined #haley ends up having the same fate as claire which is getting pregnant and settling down when she was doing so good with her fashion and #photography stuff and her relationship with andy #alex should've ended up with bill that polar opposite energy really helped her accept that part of herself and made her better #and luke and manny just became so annoying #\ugh anyway #modern family

[mynameisbillandimaheadcase]

..

#i was starting to believe that i was the evil fucked up person in my family destroying everything #bc like i made it clear that i don't see my family as anything closer that like people i just know not even friends #but like she keeps doing shit that effect us all in here and doesn't give a shit about the consequences #and once they kind of forgive her she does it all over again #not to sound like a completely awful person #but it's nice being the favorite for once #it feels nice going from stupid screw up and sexuality perverted to the okay child #and tbh i always was good with getting away with stuff like that unlike her #at least i have proof that i am better than her at something #she always wanted more attention #ever since we started school and our parents constantly belittled me for my grades #not getting attention from mom bc she was too busy giving me trauma really messed her up #I can't believe that she is actually upset about this #and now she is making a mess trying to get all the attention again #i didn't want the attention in the first place #she could focus on getting attention from something positive but that requires too much energy i guess #why is this happening #she shouldn't have gotten pregnant honestly #she knew that both of us would be in risk of being fucked up #and yet she chose to have us anyway #idk #a lot of emotions ect #idk what i am going to do if i don't find a roommate #I can't stay here any longer

[bluerosefox]

Assassin Heir? Crime Fighting Furry? NOPE NO THANK YOU!

"Danyal, its time to end this game and return with me."

Danny should had known Clockwork had something in mind when he sent him on this mission. He knew he should had been suspicious of the time keeper when he noticed the little 'this is going to be fun' smile on his face when he sent Danny off into the portal.

"Get back here you demon spawn 2.0!"

But how was he supposed to know that he'd wake up in this world version of himself in a pit full of corrupted (AND NASTY) ectoplasim at the tender age of five or that when he swam up to the surface he'd be meeting face to face with what was apparently a cult.

"-O just spotted him a block away! I'll try to cut itty bitty bridie off!"

An Assassins Cult his, new to him, loving yet a little insane mother was in charge of (though during the few months he stayed in the compound he heard rumors and gossip from maids and others alike that if his grandfather returned from the dead he'll take over once again, no doubt punish Talia for creating another heir after the failure of the last one, most likely was going to kill Danny and that... that was can of worms Danny didn't wanna deal with yet)

"Ten bucks says they try to stab RR when we get the feral thing home"

"...Losers bet...."

Danny had lived with his mother for a while after being brought back from the 'dead' for apparently the first time, it turned out training a five year old with an actual sword and a dumbass hidden revenge seeking teacher was a terrible idea.

"I swear if this one tries to murder me like the others I'm asking Zatanna if there is a curse on me."

He dealt with her high demands of perfection, the endless training, and the constant comparisons to his apparent older brother Damain... Who didn't know Danny, or rather Danyal existed.

Nor did his father (when Danny, using his powers he's kept hidden since 'waking' up in this Realm, he sneaked his way around the base and discovered how he came into the world. And tbh he couldn't blame his mom how she made him, she was an assassin first and foremost, being naturally pregnant would had painted a target on her for to long... but he also felt it was unfair and an asshole move on his unsuspecting father as well)

"As your elder brother I demand you to stop running!"

Now don't get him wrong, he did like his new mother (total badass assassin lady and all that) and he knew she loved him in her own... deadly way. But yeah, she really shouldn't be taking care of kids. He could tell she struggled with wanting to be a normal mother but her first instinct after so many years was to be an assassin first.

Something she was trying to engrave into Danny with as well.

"Ah, hello Beloved. I see you've learned of our Danyal."

"Talia. Back away from him and leave Gotham now."

"I can not do that. The League needs an heir and since Damian refuses to return... I have decided to create a new one and I shall not be leaving until he returns with me."

"Talia."

Hence why when Danny, or rather Danyal al Ghul had gotten decent control over his powers he decided to leave the League. Again nothing wrong with the life his mom leads, to each their own, but he... really, really didnt want to be an assassin. Or an assassin heir.

So here he was, after almost a year on the run, using his powers and training to out smart and out maneuver his mother and her many band of Assassins, in Gotham. One of the last places he ever wanted to run to cause he knew his father and brother lived here.

It was just his luck that his mother had managed to intercept his train ride that passed into Gotham for a few hours and forced him to run into the city...

Add her assassins into the mix and running into Robin, who heard from Oracle his mother had been spotted chasing a young boy across the city, that same night.

After that it became a full on "catch me if you can" chase for not only his mother but for the batclan as well.

And after two whole days of chase, it seemed like the final showdown was about to begin because everyone was on top of this rooftop, his mother and her assassins on one side, his father and the batclan on the other and Danny well... he was right in the middle of all of it.

He just had to hope no one would notice him once the fighting started...

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #blue rambles #crossover #writing ideas #random idea #danny phantom dc #basicly Danny is sent on a mission by CW #he wakes up in the DC version of himself in the pits after being killed and Talia tossing him in #he was created by Talia since shes head of the LOA now and needs her own heir #but she once again wants Bruce's bloodline in it so she used some leftover dna she still had #so no one knows Danny was created until he left about a year later #danny has his ghost powers since he took a dip in the pits #but had to relearn some control and kept it secret #he knows his mom would see it as 'the pits granted my heir its powers.' mindset #so hes been on the run #and didnt wanna go to Gotham cause... his dad dresses as a gaint bat #and dont get him started on the rest of the batfam #he doesnt wanna be an assassin or a crime fighting furry #in case some people didnt get it. the words being spoken happen when Danny is running all across Gotham away from those after him #guess who said what lol #i want danny to be completely independent and trying to take care of himself tbh #but hes still baby to everyone else #talia is slowy becoming a little unhinged due to being the Demon Head now #maybe due to the stress of it all? or maybe due to a curse? idk

[peppermint-toads]

you were so sick and tired of being pregnant. you were always so hot, tired, sore.

your due date was three days ago. you were moping and miserable. your ob didn’t want to induce for whatever fucking reason. you begged her to tell you what you could do to get this fucking baby out of you already.

her suggestion took really surprised you.

simon made sure to always be at all of your appointments, even if you assured him that some of them were complete wastes of time.

you were just so, so glad he couldn’t make it to this one because your ob had essentially suggested you go home and get boned.

you never had to expressly ask simon to fuck you. never. he just knew or he was the one to initiate it.

your face was already red as you walked into your apartment. simon was in the kitchen starting dinner (bless him).

“thought i’d make something spicy. get things moving along, you know.”

you would’ve smiled at the thought of him researching foods that induced labor if you weren’t so worked up.

you set your keys and purse down.

“how was the appointment, love? sorry i couldn’t make it this go ‘round.”

again, your heart melted at how soft of a person simon managed to become.

“um, actually, simon—”

he halted immediately, rounding the kitchen island to place a hand on your stomach.

“what? is everything okay?”

god you can do this. deep breath.

“my ob said that, to help the baby, we should uhm. y’know.”

your gaze subconsciously drifted down towards the bulge in his pants that was there even though he was soft.

you looked back up at him and could see that it hadn’t clicked. you sighed again.

“she said if we fuck the baby might come sooner.”

it was simon’s turn to nearly choke. he nodded, slightly shocked by your bluntness. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like seeing you squirm as you forced yourself to blurt it out.

“okay,” he said decidedly. easy peasy. “if she suggested it, that means it’s safe, right?”

you nodded.

and that was that. he had you naked and rolling your hips on top of him within ten minutes. he helped you grind on his length just right, not worried about his pleasure at all.

your cheeks were all rosy and one of simon’s hands stayed firmly planted on your soft bump.

he made damn sure you came at least three times around him.

“that’s it, mama, such a good girl for me. you’re gonna have my baby, yeah? want me to get you pregnant all over again?”

you felt so loose and warm as he corralled you into the shower, making sure you were nice and clean before he wrapped you in your fuzzy robe and plopped you on the couch.

“curry will be done soon. hope you’re hungry.”

you went into labor the next morning.

#simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader

[reasoningdaily]

My former U.S. Track and Field teammate Tori Bowie, who was found dead in her home in Florida on May 2, of complications related to childbirth at 8 months pregnant, was a beautiful runner. She was effortless. At the Rio Olympics, I ran the second leg of the 4 x 100 relay. Tori was the anchor. When she got the baton, I remember thinking, “it’s over.” She just accelerated. When she crossed the finish line, I couldn’t wait to run over to her to celebrate. It was her first, and only, Olympic gold medal.

She also picked up a silver (in the 100-m) and bronze (200-m) in Brazil. The next year, at the 2017 World Championships in London, Tori won the 100-m title, earning the title of “world’s fastest woman.” Tori started out as a long jumper. So seeing her thrive as a sprinter was a huge deal. She was just such a bright light, and people were getting to see that.

Tori grew up in Mississippi and had this huge Southern accent. She didn’t take herself too seriously. You felt this sense of ease when you were around her. I last saw her in early 2021, in San Diego, where she was training. She gave me the biggest hug; something about her spirit was just very, very sweet. I felt her sweetness come over me that day.

Tori was 32 when she died. According to the autopsy, possible complications contributing to Bowie’s death included respiratory distress and eclampsia—seizures brought on by preeclampsia, a high blood pressure disorder that can occur during pregnancy. I developed preeclampsia during my pregnancy with my daughter Camryn, who was born in November 2018. The doctors sent me to the hospital, where I would deliver Camryn during an emergency C-section, at 32 weeks. I was unsure if I was going to make it. If I was ever going to hold my precious daughter.

Like so many Black women, I was unaware of the risks I faced while pregnant. According to the CDC, in 2021 the maternal mortality rate for Black women was 2.6 times the rate for white women. About five days before I gave birth to Camryn, I was having Thanksgiving dinner with my family. I mentioned that my feet were swollen. As we went around the table, the women shared their experiences during pregnancy. My cousin said she also had swollen feet. My mom didn’t. Not once did someone say, ‘oh, well, that’s one of the indicators of preeclampsia.’ None of us knew. When I became pregnant, my doctor didn’t sit me down and tell me, ‘these are things that you should look for in your pregnancy, because you are at a greater risk to experience these complications.’

That needs to change, now, especially in light of Tori’s tragic passing. Awareness is huge. Serena Williams had near-death complications during her pregnancy. Beyoncé developed preeclampsia. I hate that it takes Tori’s situation to put this back on the map and to get people to pay attention to it. But oftentimes, we need that wake-up call.

The medical community must do its part. There are so many stories of women dying who haven’t been heard. Doctors really need to hear the pain of Black women.

Luckily, there’s hope on several fronts. Congress has introduced the Momnibus Act, a package of 13 bills crafted to eliminate racial disparities in maternal health and improve outcomes across the board. California passed Momnibus legislation back in 2021. These laws make critical investments in areas like housing, nutrition, and transportation for underserved communities. Further, several pharmaceutical companies are making advances on early detection and treatment of preeclampsia.

Three gold medalists from that 4 x 100 relay team in Rio set out to become mothers. All three of us—all Black women—had serious complications. Tianna Madison has shared that she went into labor at 26 weeks and entered the hospital “with my medical advance directive AND my will.” Tori passed away. We’re dealing with a Black Maternal Health crisis. Here you have three Olympic champions, and we’re still at risk.

I would love to have another child. That’s something that I know for sure. But will I be here to raise that child? That’s a very real concern. And that’s a terrifying thing. This is America, in 2023, and Black women are dying while giving birth. It’s absurd.

I’m hopeful that things can get better. I’m hopeful that Tori, who stood on the podium at Rio, gold around her neck and sweetness in her soul, won’t die in vain.

—as told to Sean Gregory

#Tori Bowie #Black Lives Matter #Black Mothers Health #Black Maternal Health #Allyson Felix: Tori Bowie Can't Die In Vain #Black Lives of Children Matter #Black Health Matters

[lowkeyremi]

Bakugo with the kids >:3 (bakugo x fem!reader)

This post was possible bc of @shima707 they commented on my bkg dad post for more so i decided to write more :D

"Daddy, Shoko's cryin' again." Mayako says shaking her father. Katsuki usually sleeps in on Sundays with you by his side but for some reason he's waking up upon the fact that the newest addition to the family is crying.

"Where's mommy at? Tell her to get Shoko." He mumbles under the covers. Mayako gets off the bed to open the blackout curtains which causes Katsuki to groan loudly.

"I looked for mommy but she's not here!!" Katsuki perks up at those words, where could you be early on a Sunday morning?

"She's not here? That's weird, she woulda told me if she was goin' somewhere." Mayako glares at her father, it's actually pretty ironic. Katsuki feels like he's staring at himself.

Your blond husband rises from bed to brush his teeth, this was not how he imagined his day would start.

"Can you get one of Shoko's clean bottles off the rack, Maya?" he asks between brushes.

"Mommy already made a bottle for her its in the fridge left with a note to warm it up." Katsuki finds it strange that you left without saying anything. The hero jogs his memory trying to remember if you said anything about going out on Sunday.

Once he's freshened up, he makes his way to the nursery with Mayako by his side like a little assistant or something.

"Your brothers 'wake yet?" He asks opening the nursery door, he is met by loud cries from his little one.

"I think Kaien is awake, not sure about Kitaro." Katsuki nods, he picks up his daughter with his washed hands. He wanted all of his kids to have K names like him but you argued it'd be too confusing. You agreed on both your sons having K names but you named Shoko and Mayako.

"Alright Shoko, that's enough crying." She's only about four months old which means aside from eating, pooping and peeing, crying is all she can really do. He cradles her and puts the bottle in her mouth. The cries stop immediately and she sucks on the bottle harshly.

"Daddy, please don't get mommy pregnant anymore. I'm tired of hearing crying everyday." She admits in a tired tone as if she's the one who cares for all the children. She does contribute to her siblings care though.

"Hah? I hafta hear crying every day, more than you did and how do you even know I'm the reason mommy has babies?" He's shocked to say the least, Mayako is only nine.

"Well for one mommy was always like 'I swear on my life all that man wants to do is get me pregnant' or 'I'm not having anymore of his kids after this one' so I asked Aunty Mina what she was talking about and she gave me as she called it 'a watered down version of how babies are made'." Mayako explained to her father. He should've known it was Mina.

He switched Shoko's postion so he could burp her, then he realized he needed her towel or he'd have spit up on his shirt.

"'N what exactly did Mina say?" He completely ignores that fact that you've complained about pregnancy, he's heard it all before. Whatever Mina told his daughter was something ridiculous he already knew it.

"She said that you slid your hotdog into mommy's bun and the mayo created a baby hotdog." Katsuki cringes hard. Out of all the things Mina could have told his daughter it had to be that.

"I hate that idiot so much." He mumbles. Shoko gives a good burp and a few coos. Katsuki adores the fact that Shoko has your eyes and your nose.

"Go tell Kaien to brush, Kitaro too if he's 'wake." Mayako gives a silent nod and stomps out of the nursery. Katsuki predicts that Kaien will come crying in a little bit, he and his sister clash often due to Mayako's firey temper and his softness.

He's determined to change Shoko's diaper and clothes before Kaien comes in crying.

Katsuki gets lucky and is able to start breakfast when Kaien comes crying in the kitchen. "Daddy, Mayako's being mean. I hate her!" He yells folding his arms.

"Woah kid, we don't say hate. Especially not about family." Katsuki says, he's in his 'Kiss the chef' apron in courtesy of you.

"You say hate all the time!" Kaien argues, and well, he's right. Katsuki doesn't want his child outsmarting him, though.

"That's cuz I'ma grown up." It's the best thing he can come up with at the moment. A father of four with his wife away can only do so much. He's got Shoko strapped to his chest while he's cooking.

Katsuki gets no respond from his son, so it's time to do some digging.

"What did your sister do, Kaien?" He was not at all prepared for Kaien's answer, he expected that she was bossing him around or something.

"S-she said that I can't use the spicy toothpaste because I'm a baby!" Spicy toothpaste? Oh, he must mean the mint toothpaste.

"What did you tell her?" He quickly scarmbles the eggs with the cooking chopsticks.

"I told her six isn't a baby and she said it is." Katsuki almost laughed, not at Kaien. It's just that cute little pout he has on his face.

"Maya-"

"Yeah?" She responds before her father can finish calling her name. He had a sneaking suspicion that she was lurking around the corner waiting to interject and say that her brother was wrong.

"Why can't Kaien use the spicy toothpaste?" The eggs are done so he plates them and checks on the rice. Shoko was drooling all over his collarbone even with her baby towel.

"Cuz he's only six, he should use the kid toothpaste." She says in her 'as-a-matter-of-fact' voice.

"Are you Kaien's ma?" Katsuki asks, he doesn't miss a beat while chopping the spring onions.

"No but-"

"Aht, no buts. You're not his ma so you can't go around telling him what to do. Unless of course, you're babysitting 'em." He sets the chopped onions aside and puts the rice and eggs into bowls. He makes sure all the servings are equal or he'll get complaints from his mini critiques.

"Mkay." She's sour right now.

"Where's Kitaro?" Katsuki garnishes the the food and sets it on the table.

"We both tried to wake him up but he kept saying he was tired." Mayako comments and sits in her normal spot.

"Ain't nothing for him to be tired for, he's eight." Mayako shrugs at her father's words and says thanks for the food. She and Kaien dig in.

Katsuki heads up the stairs, Shoko still strapped to him. His eyes scan the hallway and it's covered in toys. The blond makes a mental note for his kids to clean up later.

He walks over toys to reach Kitaro's room, the door's closed which isn't normal. You enforced the 'no closed doors' rule, unless someone's in the bathroom or changing.

He opens it half expecting Kitaro to be doing something bad. Instead the eight year old is snoring like he hasn't slept in years.

"Get up kid, time to eat. Go brush." He shakes Kitaro.

He just groans, pulls his covers over his head, and yawns.

"I'm tired." Katsuki raises a brow.

"Tired from what?" Once again, Kitaro's only eight, he can't be doing anything that energy consuming.

"Video games." He mumbles from under the covers.

"Tch, 's why you don't needta be playin' them. I don't know why that old hag got you a gaming system." Kitaro is sluggish getting out of the bed. Katsuki's watching him like a hawk. He watched him all the way until he was at the table.

He sees you sitting with Kaien in your lap eating some of his food because he's not likely to finish it.

"There's my baby girl!" You coo to Shoko. Katsuki undoes the baby carrier and takes her out of it. Those ruby red eyes scan your body for any indication of your activities this morning.

"Where have you been all mornin'?" Shoko babbles while Katsuki starts eating breakfast.

"I went to the gym, I'm trying to lose baby weight." You explain with a small smile.

"Tch, why's it matter? I'm your man 'n I like you the way you are." He never understood why you were so insecure.

"I'm not doing it for anyone besides myself." Kaien whines when you pick at his eggs.

"You aren't gonna eat them, little boy." You boop his nose and he tries to bite your finger.

"Too slow, Kai." He pouts, and it looks just like when Katsuki pouts.

"Why didn't ya tell me you were leavin'?" He huffs.

"Cuz you'd tell me I look good and convince me to stay." You're met by his silence which tells you you're right.

"Date night?" Katsuki asks with a sly smirk.

"No more babies!" Mayako protests.

"I agree- wait how do you-?!"

"Mina." Your husband and eldest daughter say at the same time.

"Oh I love her." It doesn't take a genius to know Mina probably told her some crazy watered down version of sex.

"Ki, hon, you look tired." He yawns at your words.

"He stayed up all night on that gaming system the old hag gave him." Your eyes widen.

"Katsuki! Your mom is not the 'h word' and I've been meaning to put parental controls on that thing." He rolls his eyes at your pg language when you normally have the mouth of a sailor when the kids aren't around.

"Whatever." The hero scoffs.

"Love you too, Kats!" You wink at him obnoxiously and he groans.

Thanks shima707 for giving me the motivation to write more, and I'm glad you enjoyed the first part! Love you guys and see ya next time <3

#bnha #mha #bakugo katsuki #bakugo #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #dad!bakugou #bakugo as a dad #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou #bakugo fluff #bakugou fluff

[pathologicalreid]

You write fluff and flangst absolutely amazingly and I’m in awe every dang time!

Buuut since you’ve got spring break coming up, a little fic idea that’s in my head that I’ll never do justice! (If you’re interested)

Fem!reader finding out an adorable way to tell Spencer she’s pregnant. I don’t care if they’re dating or married or what - but like she puts together a crossword, or a puzzle and he just doesn’t get it. (If you wanna throw angst in, he leaves without getting it for a case and then realizes it in the middle of the night.)

puzzling | S.R.

trying to tell Spencer you're pregnant, but he's too concerned with your well-being to fill out your custom crossword puzzle

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: pregnancy and misc. symptoms., talk of fainting and blood tests. word count: 1.69k a/n: welcome back to the spencer reid dilf agenda! i hope this does your request justice and thank you for entrusting me with this idea!!!! <3

you

It was your pride and joy, the collection of folded papers that sat on the kitchen counter, next to a cup of coffee that you had already filled for him.

On your fake newspaper, you had created a custom crossword puzzle. With four very important clues.

Across: “Early stage of life”

Across: “American actress Frances _”

Down: “Must be finished by”

Down: “Veteran’s Day month”

You smiled softly to yourself as you heard Spencer’s footsteps coming down the staircase. Padding over to the kitchen counter, you sat on one of the stools, a cup of tea in front of you.

Before he even looked at the newspaper, Spencer leaned over to kiss you good morning, “You look tired,” he whispered, hooking a finger under your chin as if he were investigating the dark circles underneath your eyes.

“Way to make a girl feel good about herself,” you teased lightly, even though you knew he was right. At least you felt tired.

He rolled his eyes, “You know that’s not what I meant.” Turning to grab his mug of coffee off of the counter, he observed you again, “Are you sure your doctor said nothing was wrong?”

Smiling, you gave him a brief nod. You had gone to see your doctor a few days ago for nausea and fatigue, and Spencer would’ve gone with you had he not been on the other side of the country on a case. “They’re running some tests, but they didn’t see anything blatantly wrong,” the doctor was running a few blood tests, checking your iron levels and HCG.

Using his free hand, Spencer reached over and moved a lock of hair out of your face, “They said your blood pressure was low?”

Low blood pressure, as it turned out, was a pregnancy symptom that was most common in the first trimester. “You’re freaking out over nothing, Spence,” you told him. Really, it was something. A rather large something – or small, depending on how you wanted to look at it. “Come on, it’s crossword time,” you told him, using the end of the pen to tap on the newspaper.

“I worry about you when I’m away. You do know that low blood pressure can cause syncope, right? Did they prescribe you anything for it?” He asked, ignoring your wishes to move on and do the crossword.

There was a small part of you that just wanted to tell him, but frankly, you had worked too hard on the crossword puzzle to give yourself away like that. You couldn’t tell him that they didn’t prescribe you anything because they didn’t know how far along you were. A larger part of you knew that if you just got him to work on the puzzle, he would have his answers in about seven minutes.

Then his phone rang, he pulled the device out of his pocket, and the Caller ID on the screen caused you to slump your shoulders forward. It was Garcia. “Hey Garcia,” he greeted on the phone, “at the tarmac?”

You set your head on the counter and sighed in defeat as Spencer hung up the phone.

“Are you alright?” He asked you softly, tenderly wrapping an arm around your torso.

Humming, you sat back up, ignoring the stars in your field of vision as you did so. “I’m fine, you should go,” you insisted.

Spencer shook his head, “No, you’re sick. I’ll call Garcia back and tell her I have to stay back.” Acting bewildered at the idea that he had been so remiss as to agree to do his job while you were unwell.

You reached out and set a hand on his, “It’s alright, love. I can take care of myself,” you reminded him. Besides the fact that you were wholly self-sufficient, the only reason why Spencer would be asked to meet the team at the tarmac was if they were headed toward a particularly gnarly case – they needed all hands on deck.

“Promise me you’ll check in? Call your mom if you need any help, please,” he requested, pleading eyes following you as you got up to hug him.

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around him, “You should take the crossword with you.” Pulling away, you haphazardly refolded the newspaper and handed it to him.

Furrowing his brow, Spencer inspected the paper that you had given him. “We always do the crossword together on Saturdays,” he found you incredibly helpful on the pop culture clues. “We could save this one and then have two for next week,” he offered.

God. No. Your eyes widened at the idea of having to keep your secret for another week, shaking your head, you shrugged, “No, you should take it. It’ll make me look forward to next week even more,” you insisted.

He folded, and with a sweet kiss to the forehead, he was off to go save lives, remaining entirely unaware of the one growing inside of you.

him

The judgmental Italian behind him was proving to be a distraction, “Did you find something?” Spencer asked, eyeing the evidence board with frustration. Something bugged him about the case, and he couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.

“Not right now, but it’s three in the morning,” Rossi said, joining Spencer by the evidence board. “Why don’t you give that big brain of yours a break?”

Shaking his head, Spencer crossed his arms in front of his chest, “I tried. I can’t stop thinking about the case.” Men were popping up dead in a small Missouri town at an alarming rate, and he felt so close to a breakthrough.

Dave nodded like he understood the feeling, that was probably why he had emerged from his hotel room so early, returning to the precinct before the sun peeked over the horizon. “What do you usually do to wind your brain down?”

Raising his eyebrows, Spencer shrugged, “Crossword puzzles,” he admitted, any word puzzle would do the trick.

The chuckle from the older man next to him startled Spencer, “Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?” Rossi looked around the precinct, “I’m sure we can find one around here somewhere.”

“No,” Spencer said, “I have one in my bag, actually.” He refrained from including the detail that you had given him the crossword puzzle, or else he’d never hear the end of it.

Clapping him on the back, Rossi lifted his coffee cup, “Then I suggest you go take the thirty seconds to fill out that puzzle and then get some rest.”

Once he was back in his hotel room, he changed before pulling out the pile of papers that you had sent him off with. Sitting on top of the bed, he filled out the puzzle in approximately six minutes and forty-three seconds. Once the letters were filled in, he skimmed the puzzle – just to check it over.

The only one that might’ve given him trouble was about an American actress – usually he had you to help him with pop culture, but he recalled having the same last name as an actress in Days of Our Lives.

It was interesting that the words “Baby” and “Reid” were right next to each other.

Wait.

Quickly, he calculated the odds that the words “Baby” “Reid” “Due” and “November” were all in the puzzle and when the numbers were put together, they made your anniversary. Spencer just as quickly called you, listening to the phone ringing.

His heart was racing as he waited to see if you answered the phone. “Hey,” your groggy voice came through the receiver.

“Where did you get this crossword puzzle?” He asked you, flipping through the rest of the newspaper for the first time.

You hummed softly, “You’re doing it right now?”

Looking at the alarm clock on his bedside table, he dropped his face into his hands. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t even think about the time,” it was just past four in the morning now, making it just past five in the morning in Virginia. “I just thought that…” his voice trailed off. What if it was just a coincidence?

There was silence on your end of the call, and he wondered if you had fallen asleep. You hadn’t been feeling well, and he’d woken you up with his phone call. “You thought what, Spence?”

The teasing lilt in your voice had given you away to him immediately. He knew. Every one of his suspicions were confirmed, “Y/N Reid,” he breathed.

“Spencer Reid,” you countered.

He took a deep breath, “Are you pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you answered simply, with about as much enthusiasm as he expected from you at five in the morning.

It all started to make sense to him. The low blood pressure, the drowsiness, and even the slight caginess when it came to him asking about your doctor’s visit. He swiped away a few stray tears, “I don’t know what to say.” It wasn’t a feeling he was overly used to.

You cleared your throat, “Are you happy?” Nerves clouded your voice, and he could hear you becoming more awake – more alert.

“I am,” he searched aimlessly. Elated. Thrilled. Ecstatic. “I’m so happy,” he told you, at a loss for words. “I don’t know what to say, I just… God, are you okay?” Dread washed over him, you were alone, sick, and pregnant at home and he was halfway across the country.

Sighing, he heard a ruffling on the other end of the call. “I’m great. I’m exhausted, I had no idea being pregnant was so tiring. I mean, I knew, but I didn’t know.” You sighed again, “I’m not making any sense.”

He laughed lightly at your rambling, “You’re making perfect sense. Chances are your energy will return during the second trimester.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.” You paused again for just a moment, “I’m sorry if I scared you. With the whole doctor’s appointment thing. They really are keeping an eye on my blood pressure and whole slew of other things, but they know the root cause.”

A giddy smile grew on his face, “It’s because you’re pregnant.”

A soft hum came through the phone, “It’s because I’m pregnant,” you concurred.

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fatherhood looks good on you | george russell social media au

pairing: george russell x fem albon reader

there comes a point in the relationship where you take it to the next level

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

- part of the brother's best friend series -

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yourusername: looking so good i want to give you a baby

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user1: WHAT

user2: we really be saying anything on the internet these days

alexalbon: SHUT THE FUCK UP THE LITERAL ONLY RULE OF THIS RELATIONSHIP WAS THAT YOU KEEP THIS SHIT TO YOURSELVES

yourusername: gosh a girl can't have baby fever in peace these days

alexalbon: unless that baby is coming by stork you can put that talk on hold real fast

yourusername: just because lily is busy does not mean you have to take it out on me and george

georgerussell63: alex is it illegal for a man to be handsome?

alexalbon: if it's illegal to be handsome, you'd have the cleanest record known to man

yourusername: STOP RIGHT THERE DIDN'T YOU KNOW THAT LYING IS A SIN

alexalbon: i'm not going to say YOUR boyfriend is hot, no.

yourusername: just because i got in there first 🙄

user3: i don't think she's serious but also george with a baby is just too cute not to happen

user4: george is the perf instagram boyf like he's so ready to pose

landonorris: well that definitely is something we all want to know

yourusername: i know you would LOVE to know ALL the details norris

georgerussell63: she's never going to let your crush go lando, you gotta just hold it

landonorris: i was THIRTEEN

yourusername: you don't love me anymore? 😕

landonorris: i don't know why i always get in these arguments with you

user5: i love how george just instigates things for y/n lmao

user6: your boyfriend should always support your mess

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user8: alright i am so confused

user9: there's no way y/n can actually be pregnant i saw her down at least three pornstar martinis in hospitality this weekend

alexalbon: this better be a joke or i'm gonna kick you so hard you get a free non-reversible vasectomy

yourusername: stop the violence!

alexalbon: THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR GLEE REFERENCES

yourusername: someone is channelling some serious sue vibes right now

georgerussell63: let it be known i like my reproductive systems the way they are

alexalbon: that's kind of the point of a threat, you aren't supposed to want it

yourusername: he likes threats if they come from the right person

alexalbon: i am about one more comment away from knocking down your hotel room door and throwing george from the balcony

yourusername: and deprive our child from a father... alex i expected better from you

alexalbon: that's it i'm on my way

georgerussell63: @mercedesamgf1 PLEASE PROTECT ME I AM PRECIOUS CARGO

user10: these bitches got me actually combing through tiktoks and hospitality menus to see if y/n was actually drinking

user11: i'm gonna be real angry if this is all a big joke

user12: i know kimi antonelli is young but this is NAWT the way to announce him for 2025

charles_leclerc: guys i need you to spell everything out i am confused

georgerussell63: no can do charles you gotta follow the breadcrumbs just like everyone else

yourusername: it's right there sharl

charles_leclerc: actually alex, wait, i'm coming with you these hoes are annoying me

landonorris: don't forget me

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user15: A CAT?

user16: i just knew george russell would be a ragdoll girl

georgerussell63: they were right i AM a girl dad

yourusername: finally dilf status

georgerussell63: a title i do not take lightly

yourusername: i can confirm libido has gone UP since becoming parents!

landonorris: shut THE FUCK UP

yourusername: you'll understand in time lando

georgerussell63: you just found yourself at the bottom of the babysitting list

landonorris: i don't want to look after it

yourusername: IT? IT? HOW DARE YOU?

georgerussell63: she can hear you lando that's so disrespectful :(

landonorris: ??? i'm not saying sorry to a cat over instagram comment

georgerussell63: expect the same courtesy when i take you out first corner next weekend

user17: i fear that was not a threat but a promise from george

user18: it's kinda hot

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alexalbon: NEW ALBON PETS LORE AND NONE OF YOU TOLD ME

yourusername: ella can't wait to meet the gang

alexalbon: no offence but ella is kinda a shit name

yourusername: short for mozzarella

alexalbon: i take it back

georgerussell63: cause she's the lil pearl of our life

alexalbon: i love her already

user19: so we went through all this tomfoolery for a cat? a cat called mozzarella?

user20: you have to agree it's iconic

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user22: i love how alex became the chill guy again after it was revealed he was not yet an uncle

georgerussell63: hard on the yet

alexalbon: too soon george

user23: the albon pets signature of approval is a bigger sign that george is in the gamily than if he actually proposed to y/n

user24: they've got a baby now he's an albon

yourusername: horsey is going to kick off over having to share george with me and mozzie

albon_pets: bring it on - horsey

yourusername: alex i'm not arguing with you pretending to be horsey, this ain't roscoe and lewis

lewishamilton: rude

roscoelovescoco: meanie

yourusername: did you just call me mean as your dog?

lewishamilton: you were extra mean

yourusername: fine lets let mozzie and roscoe scrap it out at silverstone - she's got the sass of both me and george btw x

lewishamilton: stay AWAY FROM MY DOG

user25: the merc garage gonna be a whole petting zoo at silverstone i can't

user26: you wanna catch up with red bull? sell meet and greet tickets to the petting zoo

maxverstappen1: this is my official invitation to a play date with jimmy and sassy

yourusername: WE'LL BE THERE

maxverstappen1: is mozzarella civilised?

georgerussell63: of course my child has manners?

maxverstappen1: you crash into people all the time, i had to check

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user27: y/n wearing mozzarella in a baby harness i need to be put down

user28: that really is their child oh my

yourusername: make our baby proud georgie

georgerussell63: anything for you two xx

alexalbon: why do i never get these nice comments

yourusername: they're transmitted through our genes x

yourusername: also george more important 👍🏻

alexalbon: i'm literally your brother? your flesh and blood?

yourusername: george cuter

georgerussell63: can't argue with that

alexalbon: well of course he is this ain't alabama. (sorry logan)

logansargent: i'm from florida?

yourusername: even worse, my condolences

georgerussell63: can we get back to talking about how dashing i am?

yourusername: yes!

alexalbon: NO. SAY GOOD LUCK Y/N

yourusername: good luck y/n

alexalbon: what if i crash and you never said good luck, think about it y/n

yourusername: good luck alex (you're an asshole for weaponising the sport (and you being shit at it))

user29: i think i had about three strokes trying to follow this argument

user30: poor logan is just a victim of the albons at this point

landonorris: have a baby and forget about the rest of us, i see how it is

yourusername: you will never measure up to mozzie lando i hope you know that

georgerussell63: what y/n means is that i love my friends, but a child is a gift from god

landonorris: it's a cat. she can't even talk

yourusername: and yet she makes better points than you, makes you think

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user31: mozzarella is so big already 🥹

user32: maybe i'm worse than them cause i'm attached to mozzie as well

georgerussell63: no one else i'd rather be cat parents to

yourusername: you're such a romantic

georgerussll63: such a pleasure to take this next step with the love of my life

yourusername: i love you more

georgerussell63: not possible

alexalbon: you being gross about mozzie was better than what ever the fuck this is

yourusername: @lilymunhe does he not treat you right?

lilymunhe: he's a romantic really, he's just exhausting the protective big brother act until george finally proposes

alexalbon: sue me

maxverstappen1: still waiting on the play date ...

yourusername: monaco?

maxverstappen1: done

yourusername: jimmy, sassy and ella will be like the charlie's angles reincarnated

georgerussell63: can't wait for you to see her IMPECCABLE manners

maxverstappen1: okay princess george

yourusername: hey only i can call george princess

maxverstappen1: you keep that to yourself

user33: disappointed that with all the tomfoolery around mozzie that there was no maternity photoshoots

yourusername: oh do not give me a challenge...

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note: NEW SERIES ALERT? i'll create a masterlist after i post this. i hope you enjoyed, this one is more of a tame brother's best friend take but dw they can get more beefy and more sassy - send me any pairings you might like to see! thanks for reading x

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[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally getting help (pt 2)

This one actually is edited thanks to @basementqueercock! Thank you friend!

part 1 | Masterpost

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Vlad had been making a stink at the Gala about the Wayne brats taking his godson from him without his permission when the music suddenly cut out. Bruce Wayne himself stalked towards Vlad with an expression that was honestly a little intimidating, even if Vlad obviously wasn’t scared of such an empty headed pretty boy even if he was one of the richest and most influential people on the planet. He was Plasmius! He could take a rich pretty boy is he had to!

“Ah! Mr. Wayne, thank goodness! Your children have taken my Godson off somewhere! I’m sure it’s just a harmless prank but he’s a bit fragile and unpredictable so I really think that it would be best if-“

“Is he fragile and unpredictable because he’s pregnant and you knew?” Bruce asked low and dangerous. Silence spread out around them, even though there’s no way they could have heard they saw the look on Brucie’s face. He rarely got angry but when he did it was serious, when he did it usually meant someone had hurt a kid.

Vlad blanched for a moment, Danny had been so tight lipped about it, so unwilling to tell even those he trusted how did These people know?! “What? What on earth are you talking about? Of course he’s not pregnant, I mean he’s a boy!” Vlad huffed and Bruce’s jaw tightened even more somehow.

“He’s not leaving with you. Get out.” He said low and menacing, then raised his voice. “Sorry to cut the party short everyone but something has come up, a situation that really needs my attention so I’m going to have to put an end to the party early.”

“What do you mean!? He’s MY God son! MY heir! You can’t just keep him from me!” Vlad said, he knew that his eyes were starting to glow a little red but he couldn’t help it. “He’s MINE! Return him to me or you will regret it I swear!”

“See him out.” Bruce said dismissively to a handful of guards who had approached at the start of the commotion A lot of the socialites were already starting to see themselves out, now was not the time to argue, or even stick around when it looked like this might get physical.

“I will be back! I will be back with lawyers and police and the brat’s parents,” Vlad vowed but couldn’t risk fighting the guards any more than a usual old man would on the way out with so many eyes on him. Well he just needed to find a place alone. Then he could transform and come back, possess Bruce Wayne and make him do something heinous in public to ruin him for this.. this- this INDIGNITY!

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Bruce was having a hard time keeping his Batman expressions off his face as he saw that everyone was out of his house and he knew his children were having the same trouble. Dick looked like he was ready to bash someone’s head in and Steph wasn’t that much better. Damian was standing by the door, seeing everyone out with frosty politeness that no one would mistake as genuine. Bruce felt just a little bad, it wasn’t anyone’s fault what they had found tonight. No one else knew about the clearly abused teen they were currently harbouring, but none of the family could help it either. Bruce would send all the guests gift baskets once they could announce what was going on.

Alfred was on the phone with Bruce’s lawyers, sending them the mildly distorted audio from Danny’s earlier conversation with Cas and Dick, and the footage from Vlad Master’s outburst. That had the same sort of distortion over it too which was odd, he’d have to look into it. Cas had already informed him she thought Danny was a meta of some sort, maybe it was connected to that? Or maybe they were aliens? Though Danny being trans was currently the most plausible explanation for his pregnancy. They’d find out more later. What mattered was the footage of both of those would be enough for Bruce to get emergency custody while the family was investigated. 

Tim was with Danny in the room Alfred had fixed for him, helping him settle in and lending him some clothes. Tim was the closest to Danny’s age and also one of the calmer ones right now so he was in charge of trying to make Danny feel safe and comfortable while the family took up battle stations to deal with the legal and logistical elements of this.

Bruce made sure everyone was out, the perimeter was secure, and Oracle was at her computer watching the security feed for anything suspicious including the pattern of distortion Vlad and Danny seemed to emit. He wasn’t sure how paranoid he should be about all this, but he’d seen the way Vlad’s eyes sparked red when he was angry and Batman was sure he was a lot more dangerous then he first seemed. And not just in the way that he was apparently willing to impregnate a boy young enough to be his son.

Finally he couldn’t avoid going to check on Danny anymore. Not that he was Really avoiding it, just that he knew this was going to be an exhausting and difficult conversation and he needed to brace himself for it. With every step towards Danny’s new room he felt the weight gather on his shoulders of what this child must have been through.

He knocked, and let himself in. Immediately clocking the way Danny tensed at the sight of him. Of course a rich older man would set off his alarm bells. Bruce gave the softest smile he could and went to pull out the desk chair across from the bed Danny was sitting on, well out of arms reach so he wouldn’t seem like a threat as he sat down. He glanced at Tim who nodded and went and sat on the bed next to Danny. Solidarity, willing to stand up against Bruce if Danny needed it, safety.

“Hello Danny, it’s nice to meet you. My children told me a bit about.. your situation,” Bruce said with a small grimace. “Would you mind if I ask you some questions? I promise I won’t judge you whatever you say, and I promise I am on your side. No matter what I will try to keep you safe okay? Just tell me the truth, it’ll help me do what needs to be done.”

“Alright Mr. Wayne,” Danny said, though he was still wary.

“Thank you, please call me Bruce. So first, what’s your full name?” he asked deciding to start super easy.

“Daniel James Fenton,” Danny replied softly.

“Your parents names?”

“Doctors Madeline and Jack Fenton,” Huh the fact that he called his parents doctor like it was part of their name seemed to be significant though Bruce wasn’t sure exactly what it meant.

“How old are you?”

“I’m 16,” He said. A little older than he looked but still no where near old enough to have the weight of the world on his shoulders like he did.

“And you’re pregnant?” Bruce asked as gently as he could, Danny nodded. “And you’re sure?”

“Yes,” Danny said softly and Bruce nodded, licking his lips a little.

“Did you take a test then?” He asked and Danny grimaced making a so so motion.

“It’s not… that simple,” He said softly.

“Can you explain it to me please?” Bruce asked softly.

Danny took a deep breath and licked his lips, hesitating, opening his mouth to stat, hesitating again and biting his lip. Bruce stayed quiet as he watched the conflict on Danny’s face. “You work with the justice league right?” Danny asked suddenly which seemed like a bit of a non sequitur to Bruce but he needed. “A bunch of the members aren’t human right?” Ah, Bruce nodded again. “And you’re okay with that?”

“Of course I am Danny,” Bruce promised, soft and reassuring. “People don’t have to be human or from earth to be people. Whatever is going on with you you’re still a person, and a kid, and deserve to be protected.”

“Okay,” Danny said as he scrutinized Bruce’s body language for any sign that he was lying. “Okay. I’ve never been able to trust any adults with this shit but I can’t keep doing this on my own so okay. I’m not human, not fully anyway, not anymore. These are..” He touched his stomach. “Like if you did an ultrasound you wouldn’t see embryos more like… Hang on Here.”

Bruce blinked as Danny suddenly, reached Inside himself, and before he could panic Danny had pulled out a perfectly round object that filled his palm. It shimmered with light from within, cold and sparkling with stars. “Our kind is more energy and light then anything else. This is Us, the mind, heart, everything we are is stored in our core the rest is formed around that. I mean for most of my kind, I’m still half human.” Danny said before replacing the orb inside him. “I have two other little cores inside me right now, feeding on my energy to develop properly, you could see them on an Xray. I don’t know how long they’ll take honestly.” He sighed caressing his stomach again.

 “But I can feel them inside me, I can feel their worry when I’m scared, and their joy when I’m happy, and their love. They’re my babies.” He said with the softest most paternal smile on his lips. The bags under his eyes were awful, he was clearly exhausted and stressed, but his expression told Bruce Danny thought it was all going to be worth it for his children. It brought a lump to his throat he had to clear before he could speak again.

“Okay, do you have access to healthcare appropriate for your.. species?” He asked and Danny nodded. Though he was tight lipped still.

“There are protections for non-human species in America you know,” Tim said.

Bruce and Tim exchanged a confused look as Danny barked a laugh. “Not for MY kind, we were specifically excluded,” He said with a wry curl to his lips. “The shadow or echo left behind when a proper human dies, not sentient or sapient they say. Malicious and dangerous they say. To be captured or exterminated on sight. They would take me, experiment on me, probably put my babies in jars or something.”

Oh, oh fuck, he was shaking, eyes blank and glassy like he was heading towards a panic attack. “Danny! Danny look at me,” Bruce said as he leaned forward and Danny’s gaze flicked up to his face. “I don’t know who ‘they’ are but I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure they don’t get you. You’re clearly not what they say, and anyone who would hurt a child is not the good guy in this story.”

“Who are they?” Tim asked with an expression that promised swift and vicious retribution.

Danny took another deep breath. “The GIW, the Ghost Investigation Ward. They’re a government agency, they’ve been hunting in my hometown for a while. Early on we tried to call the Justice Legue, but I think they were jamming the lines or something,” Danny said looking down and biting his lip.

Fuck this poor kid really couldn’t catch a break! Bruce was sure that the ‘ghosts’ these idiots were hunting weren’t really anything of the sort, but he would look into this and see what he could find. Tim was clearly itching to as well bad he wasn’t willing to leave Danny alone with Bruce, good lad.

“And what about your parents? Do you think you could be safely returned to their home?” Bruce asked, as much as he wanted to keep Danny reunification was supposed to be the goal of fostering.

“No!” Danny nearly yelped sitting up straight. “No! They work for the GIW! They design most of their weapons. If they ever found I’d been contaminated- I don’t want to think the worst of them but even if they still recognized me as their son the babies-“ He cut off, wrapping both his arms around his stomach and curling in on himself.

“Okay, we’ll call child protective services, my lawyer, and the Justice League. We’ll get to the bottom of this,” Bruce promised Danny. “And you can stay here as long as you need to. Is there any other family you would want to go to?” Bruce asked, just to be sure, but he wasn’t surprised when Danny shook his head and grabbed a pillow to hug.

“And I know Oracle and Red Robin will be itching to find out more about this ‘government agency’,” Tim said. “I want to go tell them Danny, if Bruce and I go will you be okay on your own or do you want me to ask Cas to come stay with you?”

“Cas please? If she’s not busy?” Danny asked uncertainly and Tim nodded. Bruce was getting up before Danny spoke up again. “I have a sister, Jazz. She knows about me not being fully human, but not about the babies. She’s a good person, and she’s almost an adult. I don’t know, I just need you to know she’s good, and I don’t want to mess things up for her,” Danny said worriedly.

“Of course Danny, thanks for letting me know,” Bruce said with a smile already making plans to get her out as well. “We’ll let you know as soon as there are developments.” He promised before both he and Tim ducked out. They split up, Tim going to find Cas and ask her to go back to Danny before they reconvened in the bat cave, they had a lot of research to do.

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