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jksprincess10 · 1 year

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Rooting for the antihero || Joel Miller x reader

Summary: You and your “business” partner, Joel, go out of the QZ for a deal. Everything goes to shit and feelings are revealed.

CW: graphic violence, age gap, graphic sex

It should’ve been so fucking simple. In and out of the QZ. Two days tops. Get the drugs and leave. But, of course, things had to go sideways. Since you had teamed up with Joel, your life was hectic. But what was worse between loosing everyone at 18 and or living life dangerously at 28, 10 years after everything happened. You had frankly not much left to live for. So, you did what you could to survive, putting your life on the line when necessary to get more resources.

You started working with him a few months ago – you don’t remember how long, you were starting to lose track of time. He was a middle-aged man of few words. He barely looked at you when you were together, as your big eyes were always on him and on his next moves. He had killed a lot of people for the right or the wrong reasons – but you told yourself that you were always someone’s hero while being another person’s enemy. Also, he needed you and you needed him. He didn’t like to admit it, but he was getting older, and it was harder and harder for him to follow up with his tasks. His legs didn’t work as well, his back hurt more. He was loud, all guns and fire. But you were stealthier, quieter. People called you “Ghost girl”. And those who didn’t know you underestimated you. You were small, bright eyed, but heartless when necessary.

You went out of the walls in the middle of the night, without any incident. You were getting used to it and less scared of what was outside – because sometimes, yes, what was inside was much worse. Once safe in the middle of the trees outside of the QZ, you set up camp in an abandoned cabin, the one where you always stayed. But you couldn’t sleep, so you insisted on taking first watch. Joel grumbled and “went to sleep”, but you knew he wasn’t sleeping. When he was really sleeping, he would mumble and toss and turn. He had his past demons and you did too. But you never talked about it. There was the unwritten rule of silence between you. No past, only forward. You sat at the window, shotgun between your legs and knife between your closed teeth. You read a stupid romance book (you had found a great stack here) to keep you busy and awake, stopping every page to make sure nothing was moving in the woods.

Hours went by and your turn was over. That book almost put you to sleep, so you were thankful when it was Joel’s turn.

“Your turn, old man. Should be quiet though. Left you a romance book if that’s your thing.”

You shook his body, before taking his spot on the decrepit mattress. He grumbled something you ignored as you went to sleep quietly.

The next day, you kept hiking towards the meeting spot you had with your outside contact. You had the book in your hands and were reading pages aloud as you walked, only to annoy Joel. It was amusing to you – how he rolled his eyes and did his best to ignore you, but sometimes, you’d catch a smile, you’d see the wrinkles near his eyes get more pronounced. You never said anything about it. You didn’t share anything besides comradery, annoyance, and loyalty. But… deep down, there was always something else. Yes. But you’d blame it on your loneliness and the fact that the apocalypse kept you from a real relationship. And he’d blame it on the lack of partnership since his past wife died.

You entered a village you thought was abandoned. It was, before yes. The cars had stopped moving long ago and everything was covered in dust. But this time, something was off.

“Wait, quiet.” You whispered.

You hid just in time behind a car while shots started to get fired in your direction.

“Fuck.” Muttered your partner.

He reloaded his gun and got up momentarily to shoot in the direction of your newly found enemies.

“Give us your stuff and we’ll let you leave.” shouted one of the men.

“Bullshit.” You whispered to yourself.

They didn’t know there were two of you, so you had an advantage over them. You went slowly and quietly between the cars, knives in hands, gun on your hip. You snuck behind one of them and sliced his throat from behind. He fell heavily on the ground. There were three more, distracted by Joel who kept shooting in their direction.

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing – ” Suddenly, one of the other men noticed you and grabbed on your arm as you buried one of your knives in his gut. He pointed his gun towards you, but Joel thankfully had your back.

“You fucking bitch.” He groaned in pain as he let go of the gun and you kicked it away. But, just as Joel had backup, they also had another man waiting for the right moment. He put his arm around your throat as the two men left towered over you. One of them punched you in the face and you dropped your knives under the impact. You thought everything was over because of your recklessness. You should’ve gone up the buildings and surprise them from the sky as you jumped on them like a sky ballerina. But finally, Joel got out of his hiding spot and shot two of the men in the legs. The last one, you kicked him in the nuts before smashing his face under your foot.

“Fucking assholes.” He seemed so pissed, but you couldn’t figure out why. He would never be as mad in combat; it was something you experienced quite frequently. But this one was a close call with you, and he felt like he had let you down.

The two men that were shot in the legs by Joel were laying on the ground and pleading for their lives. To keep them quiet, he shot them both in the face, gore and blood marking the grounds of the city. And they were quiet forever. There was still a problem left… why were you attracted by the fact that he protected you? You blamed it on the adrenaline and your ever-lasting attraction to him that you tried to ignore.

“Y’okay?” He asked in a southern accent as he finally looked at you, hand hovering over your bruised cheek without actually touching you. You saw the glimpse of an emotion – worry – in his eyes.

“Yeah, it’s nothing. We better get the fuck away from here now.” It wasn’t nothing, your cheek was quite blue, but you couldn’t afford to stay in one spot right now.

There was more movement – not human this time. Infected. Joel’s first instinct was to get into one of the cars, hoping it would start and have just a bit of fuel. You jumped in the backseat after shooting a few of the mushroom-driven humans. You two couldn’t drive forever though, even though you managed to get a few shots here and there.

“We have to crash the car into water. They can’t cross.” You shouted between shots.

You knew there was a lake close, you had crossed it a few times. And luckily, you did find the lake. The car sunk slowly in the water as you two got out of the vehicle. The runners seemed to give up and turned around to find an easier prey.

On the other side was a deep forest and you knew had made a huge detour. It would take you probably two more days to get to your destination. You didn’t have enough supplies to last that long.

“Let’s try to cross the forest and find a place to establish camp before the sunset.” Joel was always thinking of solutions, and you knew it was the only realistic path.

The forest seemed endless as you two walked for hours. You found another body of water and took the time to wash yourselves, not looking at each other as you were letting the cold water caress your bodies. You walked more after that, but the sun was getting lower and lower, so you decided to stop. There were a few big rocks where you could hide and enough trees to start a fire and no one seeing the smoke. So, you stopped, sore and angry. You silently got a fire started as Joel found something more consistent to eat. The flames brought warmth and light to your faces as you munched on pieces of cooked rabbit. Something was bothering you and you had to talk.

“Joel?”

“Hm?” He didn’t even look at you.

“Were you actually worried for me back there?”

He stayed silent which angered you. You didn’t know why. But you wished he spoke more.

“Y’know, I can defend myself.” You added to make him react.

“Look, you need me, and I need you. And I fucked up back there. I’m… sorry.” He shot back.

You felt a weird sensation as he said that he needed you, but you tried to ignore it.

“Now get some fucking sleep kid and I’ll take first watch.”

You hated when he called you kid but you didn’t argue. You thought he never saw you as a woman and only saw your younger age. But God - did he see you as a woman. He couldn’t look at you without bursting into flames of desire. So, he didn’t look. Didn’t speak. It was better that way. No attachments. If you died, he would still have his life. He couldn’t afford to get attached to someone he would eventually lose.

“Fine, old fuck.” You mumbled as you tried to get comfortable in your sleeping-bag. It was getting more comfortable – sleeping anywhere. It was the only way you could get any sleep, without the past luxury of a cozy bed. So, it was that or go crazy from sleep deprivation. You drifted to sleep under the protection of the trees.

It had been a while, but you had a dream. You saw Joel and you, same scene from before. Getting attacked from every angle. But this time, when he saved you, you kissed him – and more, taking him into an abandoned building to thank him properly. You woke up soon after that, heat rising between your legs. It had been a long time. You didn’t even take the time to take care of yourself. You moved and sat up. He turned to you, looking more annoyed than anything that you were awake. You knew what you wanted, but you didn’t know if you dared to ask him. You crawled a few meters to him, took the gun out of his hands, putting it aside. He looked at you with question marks in his brown eyes as you cradled his lap. He was a scared animal, not touching you and having a hard time to look at you. Your bodies never were so close, and you felt everything.

“You protecting me… and killing those guys…” You started.

Your delicate fingers grazed his salt and pepper beard. You felt like he finally saw you, but you didn’t know that he always did see you.

“It was insanely hot, so you don’t have to be sorry. And I need you. More than this. Please.”

You felt strong hands grabbing your waist, sending electricity through your whole body. He never touched you, except by accident. He was always keeping his distances, but you made him drop his walls. Tension was high as you leaned into him to touch his lips with yours. You felt the relief of his body, like he finally had the moment he had waited for. Your hands grabbed his face as you deepened the kiss, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. You were hungry for friction, touch deprived as your hips moved against his.

“Sweet, sweet girl…” he moaned against your mouth. “Been dreaming of this since I first met you.” He left a trail of kisses on your neck, sometimes biting your skin. “Didn’t think you’d want me too…And was scared to lose you…”

He never talked, but now, he couldn’t shut his mouth. An amused grin on your lips, you undid the buttons of his plaid shirt, hands finding warm skin in the dark. You could only see glimpses of him under the dying fire. He held his breath in his throat. It was ridiculous how hard he was already, and you felt his growing bulge against your thigh. You undid his belt and unzipped his pants to give him some relief and he sighed as you grabbed his throbbing member and pulled it out of his jeans. You could feel how big and heavy he felt in your delicate hand. You gave it a few strong strokes as he was falling apart under you, mouth opened and no sound coming out of it.

“Been so fucking long…” You shushed him with an open-mouthed kiss. One of his big hands found its way under your hole-filled t-shirt and grabbed on one of your breasts. You hitched a breath and with his other hand, he pulled his member out of your closed hand. “Le’mme take care of you, please.” He begged.

You nodded enthusiastically as he undid your pants, hand meeting your aroused heat under the fabric. You were already moving against him, desperate for friction.

“Be patient, sweet girl.” He asked as he stopped you from moving with his hand going down from your breasts to your hips. “I’ll give you everything you want.” As he said that, one of his fingers found its way toy our entrance. Soon, another one stretched you out more for him. You were already so tight, wet, and warm around his digits, he couldn’t imagine what you’d feel like on his cock.

“Please Joel, I want your dick inside, please, please.”

He groaned under your pleading tone, before exchanging your positions, your back settling on his sleeping bag. He completely took off the bottom layers that were separating you two. Your hands came up to tug on his brown and grey curls to hungrily meet his lips. As you were distracted by his hungry mouth, he opened your thighs and met your entrance with his cock sleeked with precum. He let go of your mouth to look at you, making sure you were okay. You were already a mess under him. He lifted your shirt to hold on your breasts, slowly starting to move between your walls. It hurt at first – it had been so long, but pain slowly became pleasure. You moved your hips against his, as one of his fingers did lazy circles on your clit. He couldn’t do everything all at once, his age was slowly getting to him. So, as he was moving too slow for you, you flipped him on his back and took care of things, riding him as he could concentrate on stimulating you on the outside.

“Such a good girl.” He praised.

You were slowly coming undone on top of him, your movements hiccupping as your orgasm took over you. His fingers followed as you moaned his name.

“M’gonna cum too, sweet girl…” His lips met yours as he fucked harder into you, stopping you from moving and fucking you dumb. You had stopped moving since your orgasm and were a moaning mess for him.

“Cum in me, please.”

That was all it took to send him over the edge, warm liquid shooting into you as he kept bucking up his hips. You fell from on top of him, laying on the ground as his liquid dripped deliciously down your thighs.

He turned to meet your gaze, hands cupping your face to kiss you. This time, it wasn’t as hungry, it was lazy and loving.

“Hoping I fuck up more if it’s the outcome.” He said as he laughed. You never heard his laugh and it made you smile.

“Well, just don’t get me killed.”

You were, in the end, glad it took more time to get to your destination.

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marvelgirl2118 · 4 years

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He is honestly hubby material 🤤❤️

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rosequartzwriting · 3 years

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Chills

Pairing: Mando X Fem!Reader

Description: Din has a nightmare that makes his blood run cold, but seeing you and the child safe reassures him. But the two of you are freezing, and Din has to do something.

Warnings: Images of beating, pain, and death (its short) / Spoilers for Chapter 10: The Passenger

Word Count: 1.0k

A/N: More Mando because the last one got so much love THANK YOU also I love him so much sooooo | Uses the prompt “Cold” from @dindjarindiaries Dincember prompts!

Part of my 2020 December Holiday One Shots Schedule / Master List

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Gif by @emys-123

Din couldn’t move. It felt like his beskar was a cage rather than for protection, restraining him underneath its pure metal. Just standing still, unable to lift a boot off the ground or a single finger. Stuck inside the armour, a sense of panic beginning to swirl around inside the helmet.

He hated everything about it. And it was so damn cold, he could not feel a thing.

The visor was beginning to fog up with his quick breathing. The piercing cold that was coming from outside his armour, or the panic he felt, he could not tell the difference. Regardless, his lungs huffed and his chest pounded hard.

But then he heard a scream, shaking him to dart his eyes around. He couldn't see anything. He was trapped in darkness and low temperatures.

The pitch, tone, and energy of the voice of the scream was familiar, his mind put the voice to the face in a split second.

And any warmth had drained from him, his entire body as cold as a corpse.

Din then heard a crack. The cry of agony that followed was ear-splitting. There was also a baby crying. The owner of the first cry began to breathe heavily before slowing.

He wanted to yell out himself, lash out, the instinct to lunge to protect the owners of the cries and screams. But his own body restrained him.

The darkness and the cold combined were too strong, his mind now struggling to grasp what was happening. Now he could not place what direction any of the sounds were coming from. The left? The right? Din did not even know which way was up or down anymore.

Trapped in a hurricane of cold, crying, and physical limitations under the armour.

The baby’s crying stopped abruptly after a muffled blow. And the other set of cries, that had been reduced to a slow and quiet gasping, had disappeared.

Everything was quiet again, except for Din’s own panicked breaths.

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When Din jolted awake with a gasp, his helmet hit the metal wall behind his head creating a loud ‘tink’ sound. It was then he realized that he could move again.

Heavy breathing fogged up his visor, just like in the dream. It took him a second to realize where he was, the fog fading once his breathing gained a regular pattern once again. He was inside the hull of his ship, which was a complete mess with the cargo tossed and frost covering every inch. Flakes of snow and waves of cold air blew in from the opening in the side of the ship caused from the crash.

Across from him, he could see the frog lady, a blanket over her canister of eggs, asleep and shivering.

Panic almost returned to him before he felt a slight shuffle to his left. Underneath a thick blanket, clinging to his side, there you were fast asleep. Sandwiched between you and him was the baby, his little ears poking out of the blanket. The two of you were shivering, you cuddling the baby and his little hands grasping your sleeve in his sleep.

Din took a deep breath, filling his lungs with a much-needed intake of air. The heavy breath came out, fogging up his visor again and a heavy sigh coming out of his modulator.

It was absolutely freezing in here. Okay, so the temperature got through to his dream, it was not just him being overcome with fear. You and the baby were in no real danger. Just a nightmare. The cold must be getting to him.

The beskar was not helping, the conductor for the freezing temperature was accumulating frost.

Din reached over to adjust the blanket that had fallen off your shoulder. Looking closer, he could see flakes of frost on your hair and eyelashes. There was also some on the tips of the ears of the Child. The frost that had formed over everything showed just how cold the hull had become.

The thought of pulling your sleeping body closer to him crossed his mind, but he did not want his freezing cold armour to touch you. So he kept you where you and the child were, hoping that the one blanket was enough. You continued to shiver, so did the baby.

Din did not like the sight.

So he came up with an idea. He began to take off plates of his cold armour, making sure his movements did not disturb you or the child. The plates from his shoulder, chest, arms, and everything else but his helmet came off. He placed them aside on a nearby overturned crate. Even his gloves could not prevent him from feeling the metal that was now colder than ice.

Feeling lighter, Din made sure no cold metal was left on his body besides the helmet. He than carefully wrapped his arm around your shoulders, slowly as to not wake you up, and pulled you closer to him. Soon you were nuzzled into his side fully and the baby resting on his thigh. He made sure his cloak blocked any more cold air, pulling it over himself to cover you and the baby.

Things were already starting to warm back up, the combined body heat from the three of you making things more toasty.

He needed to get you all out of here. He did not want any of you to freeze to death. And he needed to get the frog lady where she needed to go, so he still had a job to do.

He told himself that he will never, ever, let any harm come to the child or you as long as he is alive. But to protect you from the cold, there was little he could do now. Blankets and his body heat could only last so long while being on this ice planet.

So he rested some more while cuddled up with you two, the nightmare not coming back but the memory of it reminding him to keep his little clan safe in every way he could.

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albertasunrise · 3 years

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These Violent Delights - Chapter 3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Summary: You notice that a mysterious, handsome man has moved into the apartment across from you. You can’t help but introduce yourself but how will your boyfriend react to your new-found friend?

Warning/Content: Explicit, Smut, Pregnancy 18+

Paring: Marcus Pike / Female Reader

You lay there as you nervously drummed your fingers on your arm whilst you waited for the doctor to enter, Marcus stood beside you looking equally as nervous. You chuckle to yourself which draws his attention and he gave you a bemused look.

‘What’s so funny?’ He asked as you smirked at him.

‘Liam decided he wanted us to try for kids.’ You started, noting the change in his expression when you brought up your ex ‘I got the IUD fitted so that I couldn’t. End up meeting the right guy and it fails.’ You chuckle ‘Perhaps it's the universes trying to tell me something.’

He let out a small chuckle before looking at the door as the doctor entered, smiling as she greeted them both and readied herself for the procedure.

‘So I understand that you have gotten pregnant despite having an IUD fitted.’ She stated as she pulled the ultrasound scanner over to your side.

‘That’s right yes.’ You replied, your voice shaking a little with nerves.

‘Well it’s uncommon but it happens.’ She continued as she squirted some gel on your bare belly ‘When was your last period?’ She asked as she turned to grab the scanner.

‘Oh, I don’t really get them.’ You replied, shrugging your shoulders ‘Only reason I suspected I was pregnant was the morning sickness.’

The doctor nodded in reply, smiling at you sweetly as she placed the device on your stomach and silence fell over the room. You couldn’t look at her, too scared of what she might find so instead you looked at Marcus, feeling his warm smile calm you. Your heart leapt in your chest when you heard it.

‘Is that?’ Marcus’ eyes grew wide as he looked to the doctor, your gaze following his.

‘That’s your baby’s heartbeat.’ She replied with a grin ‘Everything looks great. You look to be around 6 weeks along. I’ll print some of these for you.’

‘Thank you.’ Marcus replied, looking at you and letting out a happy sob before he leaned down and kissed you.

‘We’ll get you booked in to get the IUD removed and you can pre-book your next scan whilst you’re at it.’ She replied as she handed you the print outs.

‘Our little peanut.’ He said as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

‘6 weeks.’ You said suddenly, shifting your head to look at him ‘If I’m 6 weeks along that means…’

You didn’t need to finish your sentence and he gave you a smirk as he caught your drift.

‘Now I definitely feel special.’ He joked as he kissed you again, laughing along with you.

‘I can’t believe you two have been dating for like 5 months and we’re only just meeting you now!’ Squealed Suzie as she playfully punched Marcus in the arm.

He had convinced you to come out for some drinks with his colleagues, explaining that they were all desperate to meet you and after a little arm twisting you agreed, on the basis that it wasn’t a late evening. The pregnancy has started to take its toll on you. You were constantly tired and still struggled with sickness but today had decided to look kindly on you. Almost straight away your clothes had all been too small, your body changing so rapidly that you'd mourned not being able to wear your favourite jeans anymore. Now you lived in leggings and oversized everything. This evening you had chosen to wear some wool-lined leggings and a loose blouse, you’d squealed with excitement at the idea of being able to wear your favourite black boots again.

‘So tell us.’ Started Suzie as she took a sip of her cocktail ‘When are you two going to tie the knot?’

Her question took you both by surprise and you shared a look before Marcus opened his mouth to answer.

‘We’ve only been together a few months.’ He started, unsure of how to answer.

‘It’ll happen when it happens.’ You finish, smiling at him when he gave you an appreciative look.

‘I need to ask you both something and I want you to be honest with me.’ Piped up Joe as his eyes flitted between the two of you, his gaze making you both wriggle in your seats ‘When were you going to tell us about the baby?’

Your mouth fell open and Marcus choked on his drink as his colleagues looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to answer.

‘I- Uh…-

‘I found the ultrasound in your office.’ Said Joe ‘I saw that it had your name at the top.' He continued as you motioned to you 'So I knew it had to be yours.’

‘Why were you going through my desk?’

‘I wasn’t’ He replied, shaking his head ‘I was dropping off the case file you'd asked for on Monday and noticed in something poking out from under your desk. I picked it up and it turned out to be an ultrasound scan.’

‘Your pregnant??’ Squeaked Suzie, her voice giving you an almost instant headache.

‘Yeah.’ You replied, seeing no point in denying it now.

‘How far along?’ Asked Joe, giving you both a toothy grin.

‘Around 12 weeks.’ Replied Marcus, giving your hand a squeeze underneath the table.

‘Oh my god!’ Squealed Suzzie as she waved down the waiter ‘We need to celebrate.’

‘No really Suzzie its fine.’ You object, waving your hand at her in protest.

‘This man has been so unlucky in love.’ She started, her tone changing ’No one deserves this more than he does. Please.’

She was right. You knew she was and so you nodded, watching as she ordered a bottle of champagne and a mocktail for you. The server returned a few minutes later with what she’d ordered and poured the bubbly into 3 flutes before distributing them amongst everyone.

‘To you two.’ She started as she raised her glass, smiling when Marcus put his arm around you and pulled you close ‘May you have a lifetime of happiness together!’

You all cheered to her toast, calling it a night a short while after and you’d admitted to Marcus as soon as you'd left that you were ready to sleep for a week. When you got back to his apartment you pulled out your sleep shorts and a loose tank top, peeling off your evenings clothes and tossing them on the chair beside the dresser. You pulled on the shorts but stopped before you putting on the top, a gasp halting your movements. You turned to see Marcus standing in the doorway, his eyes wide as he stared at you.

‘What|?’ You asked, smirking at his expression.

‘You’re showing.’ He stated, pointing at the small, but very visible bump.

Turning to look in the mirror you see it, your once flat stomach now rounded and you smiled as you placed a hand over your growing womb. You don't know how you hadn’t noticed before but you were glad you could see it now, it made it all the more real. You hummed with delight when Marcus came up behind you, placings his large hands over your stomach as he looked at you in the mirror.

‘You look so beautiful.’ He said, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

‘Just you wait.’ You started, chewing your bottom lip as you grinned at him ‘I’ll be a whale before long.’

‘Never.’

His lips on your neck made you shiver with pleasure, closing your eyes as his one of his hands slipped past the waistband of your shorts. Your breath hitched in your throat when his fingers started to tease your clit, grinning against your skin as you moaned.

‘I can’t wait to see you grow rounder with our baby.’ He mumbled against your neck before his movements became more focused.

‘Oh is that a new kink we’ve discovered.’ You teased, turning your head so you could kiss him.

‘Perhaps.’ He replied as he kissed you hungrily.

You didn’t even notice him pull your sleep shorts down, too focused on the feel of him against you and you dropped to the bed when the back of your knees came into contact with the mattress. His hands roamed the expanse of your body as he settled himself between your legs, tongues dancing as he lined himself up and pushed himself into your heat, the two of you moaning in unison. Your favourite part of being pregnant was how much more sensitive you were. Everything was more intense and you couldn’t get enough of it, of him. You moaned in his mouth as his pace quickened, his length hitting that spot that soon had you climaxing and he quietened your pleasured screams with his mouth. You couldn’t help but dig your nails into the strong muscles in his back as he drew you closer to another release, your breathing becoming erratic as you rocked your hips to meet his.

‘Got one more for me?’ He asked, his request making you shiver in delight.

You nod and you feel him adjust his angle a little, the change of position having a devastating effect. Your release knocked you for six, your ears rang and your sight went black for a second as he rode you through it before gis own peak followed quickly behind.

‘Shit.’ He breathed, resting his forehead against yours ‘Looks like we’re gonna need to change the sheets.’ He chuckled, his statement making you look down and see your handy work.

You laugh as he kissed you, pulling you up onto your feet so that he could strip the bed.

‘I still take it as a compliment.’ He stated, noting your embarrassment before he grabbed some fresh sheets from the cupboard.

You held the envelope in your hand, both staring at it for a long while and not knowing what to do with it. You had just come home from your 18-week scan. The doctor had been happy with everything. She had printed you the latest set of scan pictures and handed you this envelope, informing you that the sex of the baby was inside if the two of you wanted to know. It wasn’t something that either of you had discussed. You’d been so excited by the prospect of having a baby and watching it grow that you hadn’t thought about whether or not you wanted to know the sex.

‘What do you want to do?’ Asked Marcus, his hand resting on your thigh.

‘I don’t know.’ You replied, placing the envelope on the coffee table in front of you ‘Part of me wants it to be a surprise and part of me wants to be prepared.’

He nodded, silently agreeing with your statement to a degree. His eyes locked with yours and he knew you could read him like a book, unsure of what to say.

‘You want to know don't you.’

‘No… Yes… Ugh the father in me wants it to be a surprise but the agent in me wants to know.’ He replied, groaning into his palms as he placed his hands over his face.

‘Then we look.’ You said plainly.

‘What?’ His eyes shot up in surprise, studying you carefully ‘Are you sure?’

‘I know you’re going to lose sleep over it.’ You start, grinning at him ‘And that means I’ll lose sleep and you know I’m a bitch when I’m tired.’

He laughed at your response, shrugging slightly as you handed him the envelope and his expression changed again then as the gravity of what this meant hit him.

‘Go ahead.’ You stated as you motioned to the envelope, smiling at him sweetly.

Reaching inside for the slip of paper he pulled it out and read it, his eyes growing wide when he read the word that he’d secretly hoped to see. You watched him carefully, his expression impossible to read and you soon found yourself shifting with impatience.

‘Well?’

He looked up at you, a single tear escaping from his left eye.

‘We’re having a girl.’

You couldn't help the squeal that erupted from you, your hands instinctively covering your mouth as you looked at him with a mixture of shock and joy.

‘We’re having a girl?’ He simply nodded, smiling as you grinned back at him ‘We’re having a girl.’ You squeaked as you practically vibrated with excitement.

He pulled you into a kiss, tears flowing freely now as you held each other for a moment, one of your hands resting on your growing bump.

‘Ow.’ You squeaked as you jumped back in surprise.

‘What is it?’ Marcus’ asked, his tone panicked ‘Everything okay?’

‘Your daughter just kicked me.’ You said as you looked up at him with a smile, grabbing his hand and placing it on the swell of your stomach.

Another kick had you both jumping in surprise and you couldn’t help but laugh and cry as you treasured this moment.

‘Can’t believe we learned the sex and she kicked for the first time on the same day!’ You exclaimed, kissing him sweetly as the baby kicked again ‘What a day.’

The baby moved a handful more times, each one feeling wonderfully weird and you couldn’t help the swell of emotions that flooded you.

‘Now now little one.’ Said Marcus as he lowered his lips to your bump ‘Settle down now. Mummy’s had an eventful day.’ He continued as he smiled up at you ‘Sleep now my angel.’ he finished as he placed a gentle kiss on your belly.

Chapter 4

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