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whateveriwant · 3 months ago

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I came across this story a while back and when I saw it, I couldn’t help but immediately think how Task Force 141 coded it was lol

And so I’d like to think something similar would go like this with our guys. (Told from Simon’s partner’s POV but all the female s/o’s are unnamed.)

Fresh off a difficult mission in which more than one close call was had, the 141 are practically kissing the tarmac when they touch back down at home base. After nearly three months in a war-torn wasteland surrounded by nothing but other dirty, sweaty men, the guys are all eager to get away from this sausage party and head back to their sweethearts for a little TLC, if you know what I mean.

Cut to several weeks later and the 141 are all gathering again for some reason – say, a party at Soap’s house to mark yet another one of his trips around the sun. It’s a small get-together, just the guys and their respective partners, but no matter the size of the guest list, there’s always excitement abound at the MacTavish residence.

You and Simon arrive right at the hour of the celebration (very literal that one is), and with a supportive hand placed at the small of your back, you approach the house together. Immediately upon entering, you’re being accosted left, right, and center by your overly genial hosts. After so many hugs, cheek kisses, and “Ye brought me a gift? Och, ye shouldn’t have, bonnie!”s you feel like you could pass out, when asked about your poison of choice for the evening, you opt for a plain water.

Strike one.

While Johnny doesn’t seem to think much of your very-unlike-you request, his girlfriend, on the other hand, is not so quick to let it go.

“Water?” She blinks in mild perplexity. “Not wine? You feeling alright, hun?” she teases, but it has your stomach leaping up to your throat.

You have to swallow back your nervous energy before explaining, “Y-Yeah. I just– I’m driving tonight, is all.” A lie. Simon hasn’t let you even think about getting behind the wheel since you presented him with that little plastic stick all those weeks ago.

But luckily for you, your excuse appears to throw her off the scent, and when Johnny returns a moment later with the proffered beverage, you’re relieved she doesn’t press the matter further.

Tonight is not about me, you remind yourself of the conversation you had with Simon earlier. Though you both are planning on breaking the news to everyone someday soon, here at Johnny’s birthday bash is neither the time nor the place to do so.

As you move further into the house to greet the other guests, you stick close to Simon’s side, sipping idly from your glass, completely missing the way your hostess’ inquisitive gaze lingers on you.

~~~

The next couple of hours are filled to the brim with lots of mingling, a little mayhem, and (in your case) multiple trips to the bathroom. It’s on one of these trips that, as you’re exiting, you nearly collide head-first with another party-goer.

“Oh, sorry, dear,” Mrs. Price says, stepping aside to let you through. You smile politely and begin to shift around her when she interjects, “Actually, I’m glad I ran into you,” which has you swiftly pausing in your step. “I meant to say earlier, but I love this dress you’re wearing!”

You glance down at your outfit – the flouncy dress you’d been saving for a special occasion such as this. “Oh, thanks! It’s new,” you tell her. Soon all of your clothes will have to be new to accommodate your growing abdomen.

“And your skin,” she continues, an awed look to her as she admires your complexion. “Are you using some new products or something? Because you are glowing!”

That observation – really, the mental association to that word in particular – has you gulping anxiously. “Just… been… drinking a lot of water.” A not entirely untrue statement; though, you figure there’s a better explanation as to why your skin and hair and nails may look healthier than normal. “You look amazing as well,” you remark, and she really does. There’s this vibrancy about her that you’ve noticed throughout the evening.

“Thank you! I’d say it’s my new lipstick, but really, I think it’s just nice not having to worry about the kids for one night,” she chortles, referring to her godsend of a sitter. “Ooh, and speaking of.” She nods toward the unoccupied bathroom. “Will you excuse me for a moment? Your bladder is never quite the same after having kids, right?”

Don’t I know it, you snicker to yourself as she slips past you.

Strike two.

~~~

Throughout the course of the night, you find yourself continually flocking to the hors d’oeuvres spread in the lounge, grabbing everything that looks appealing and avoiding those that threaten to make the former come back up. At some point during your grazing, you find Kyle’s fiancée has joined you. As you chat with her between bites, after a while, you notice the curious expression on her face, almost like she’s holding back from saying something that’s dying to burst forth.

“What?” you prompt.

“Hmm?”

“That look.” You mimic the look she’s giving you. “What’s that for? Did I drop something on myself?” you joke, quickly checking your top for any wayward crumbs.

When you meet her eye again, she’s still scrutinizing you with that sharp stare. After a beat, she sighs. “Sooo… Look, if I’m way off base here, totally feel free to tell me to hit the road, okay?”

Far from the conversation you were just having about your favorite chip shops, her sudden switch in topic and tone has you chuckling awkwardly. “What are you talking about?” you ask around another bite of food.

“... You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

Strike three. You’re out.

You’re caught so off guard by the question that you find yourself rapidly plunged into a nasty coughing fit. Luckily, the music playing in the background is a decibel or two below the ‘having the neighbors call the police’ threshold, because otherwise you’d draw the whole party’s attention from the ruckus you’re making.

“Huh?” you manage to choke out, reaching for your water to take a life-saving sip. “W-W-What makes you think I’m pregnant?”

“Well, aside from the fact that you just inhaled the whole platter of gherkins by yourself, your man over there has not taken his eyes off you all night.” She looks past you pointedly, giving you no other choice but to swivel your head in intrigue. And it’s only when you see what it is she’s speaking of that you understand how she came to that very shrewd conclusion.

Across the party, far beyond your normal bubble of awareness, Simon stands with his eyes dead locked on you. Though he’s sandwiched between his fellow task force members, he appears to not be even a little bit engaged in the conversation around him. His attention is focused on you and you alone.

“Not that that’s much different than normal, but there’s something extra… protective about the way he’s been looking at you tonight,” Kyle’s fiancée says.

When Simon notices you looking back at him, he quirks his eyebrows questioningly, as if to ask “Everything alright?”. In response, you flash a weak smile and raise your glass in a cheers, reassuring him that things are fine and there’s no need to dart over to your side like he looks ready to do at any moment.

Have the both of you been that obvious? You thought you’d been doing a bang-up job keeping your secret under strict lock and key, but clearly that’s not the case. And if one person was able to figure it out, you worry if perhaps she’s not alone.

With your mind slowly unraveling right there in the MacTavish’s living room, vaguely you register the sound of a voice as it continues to thrum through your skull. “Plus, I think some pregnant women get this sixth sense when they’re amongst peers.”

Have you been dropping clues about your pregnancy as subtle as a bomb all night? Let’s see, there was that water incident with Johnny’s girlfriend, and that run-in with Mrs. Price outside the bathroom, and – oh! – that time you felt an itch on your belly and proceeded to scratch it in front of everyone.

Oh, God, did you let your hand linger on your stomach for too long? Did you start unconsciously rubbing your bump? Did you–

Wait a minute.

“‘Amongst peers’…?” you mutter to yourself. The words swirl through your mind like a fog, making your brow furrow in confusion. You’re trying to make sense of it, your brain feeling like it’s working at half-speed, until suddenly, you’re spinning back around towards Kyle’s fiancée’s to spout, “Are you pregnant, too?!”

A coy smile slowly works its way across her face, and when she nods, you practically bounce out of your shoes, lunging forward to envelop her in a hug.

“Oh my God! I can’t believe it!” You pull back from her, grinning just as wide as she is. “How far along are you?”

“How far along are you?” she counters with a laugh. “When did you find out? When are you due? I want to know everything.”

And so, bringing your hand up to softly caress your belly, you do exactly that.

You tell her how you had suspicions less than a month after Simon returned home, but it took no less than four tests to officially confirm it for yourself. You tell her about the scan you had not too long ago, and how by your doctor’s estimation, you’re just under 13 weeks. You tell her that your due date is set for the 14th of June, but that you’re not marking your calendar just yet because how accurate are those predictions, really?

It’s at that last point that her jaw visibly drops. “Get out of here!” she hoots. “Mine’s the 15th!”

So not only are you both pregnant at the same time, you’re also due at the same time. How serendipitous is that!

As you two continue to talk, bonding over your shared circumstance, you can’t help the giddy feeling that floods you as you envision all the playdates and parties to come with these future best friends you’re carrying.

~~~

“We just wanted to thank ye again fer coming oot to celebrate with us.”

The whole party’s gathered around the living room, piled onto the sofas and armchairs as they listen to your host speak. You’re sat beside Simon, resting a hand on his knee while his arm is draped across the back of the couch behind you. Overall, you’ve had a nice time tonight. Aside from that one unplanned reveal you had earlier, things went about how you expected.

“We’re both glad ye all could be here fer this.” Johnny does a sweeping look around the group – from you and Simon, over to the Prices, and finally to Kyle and his fiancée. “And before we let ye go, there’s one more thing we’d like to share.” He then turns to face his girlfriend, carefully reaching over to take her hand within his.

As the two share a fond look with each other, almost imperceptibly, you see him give her fingers a light squeeze of encouragement. Meanwhile, the rest of the party has fallen into a hush of anticipation. It’s like everyone’s holding their breaths at the same time, the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop, until–

“We’re having a baby!”

You’re not sure from whose mouth the gasp falls, but just like that, the silence is instantly broken.

As a round of congratulations and well wishes gets eagerly passed the couple’s way, you feel an intense gaze burning a hole into the side of your head. You turn to see Kyle’s fiancée looking over at you, her eyes widened to convey a surprise that mirrors your own.

Not just one or two but three women at this party are all pregnant at the same time? What are the odds of that?

“Been wantin’ to say it all night. Cannae believe I made it this long,” Johnny chuckles. He and his girlfriend beam like dual suns as they soak in the congratulations another moment, their joy nearly infectious, before Johnny adds with great enthusiasm, “But the wait’s nae much longer now. Prepare to meet bairn MacTavish this June 11th!”

If you weren’t gobsmacked enough as is, you swear your stomach just fell out of your butt.

The hand resting on Simon’s leg immediately tenses, and when you hear a rumbling voice mutter, “Bloody hell,” you turn to look at him, only to realize that wasn’t him speaking at all.

All eyes are rapidly directed over to Price, and when the captain realizes what he’s just said aloud, he quickly slaps a hand over his mouth, embarrassed. “Sorry, I– That came out wrong,” he says, shaking his head in apology. With everyone now staring at him with varying degrees of confusion, John begins to explain himself, hoping to save a little face. “It’s just… I-I-I’m just surprised because the missus and I are… Well, we’re…” He looks over to his wife for help bailing him out, which, after a beat, she mercifully does.

“We are also expecting,” she says with a gentle tone.

Again, you find your eyes flicking over to Kyle’s fiancée. Her expression is just as dumbfounded as yours is, though hers reads with a hint of amusement behind it.

“Oh, that’s amazing!” Johnny’s girlfriend claps her hands together. “How far along?”

“I think that’s what’s put John in a bit of a shock,” Mrs. Price confesses, reaching over to lay a hand on her husband’s forearm. “Right now I’m about 12 and a half weeks, which puts my due date around the 11th of June.”

Jesus H. Christ.

Four women, four pregnancies, four due dates occurring all at the same time.

What was in the water on that last mission?

Your head is almost starting to feel fuzzy from all this new information you’ve just taken in. As you sit there trying to absorb everything, a sudden laugh coming from a few spaces away breaks you from your stupor. You turn towards the direction of the sound, finding yourself facing Kyle’s fiancée once more.

“This is so wild,” she laughs to herself, shaking her head in delighted astonishment. She turns to her partner. “Ky? You want to…?”

Briefly, Kyle peers around to see how the party’s attention is drawn to the two of them now. With a chuckle of his own, he shrugs a shoulder. “Well, since everyone else is sharing.” He looks back to his fiancée, his eyes sparking with admiration. “Go ahead, love.”

When she announces, “I’m also pregnant, and also due mid-June,” you’re surprised the roof doesn’t blow off the house.

By now, the excitement in the air is palpable. The room feels like it’s buzzing, like there’s an electrical current coursing through the floor, like you’ve all just witnessed a lightning strike hit the same spot three times in a row.

And then, as if on instinct, all eyes turn to you.

Feeling half a dozen pairs of eyes suddenly fall on you makes your heart rate instantly spike. Nervously, you reach out for Simon, and he lets you slip your clammy hand into his solid one.

You turn to look at him, and for a moment you both just hold each other’s gazes in complete silence. Though no words are exchanged between you two, almost telepathically, you’re able to communicate the concern that’s been weighing down on your head all night.

Should you say it? Should you reveal the secret you’d been trying so desperately to keep to yourselves?

When Simon nods faintly, just enough for you to be able to catch, you know what his answer is, and then there’s nothing holding you back any longer.

“Stop it,” Johnny guffaws, picking up the signals you two are sending each other. “Dinnae tell me ye as well.”

The sheer excitement in his voice makes you a touch bashful, and you shrug, “Guilty.”

At the confirmation, the widest grin you think you’ve ever seen proceeds to split Johnny’s cheeks. “Alright, LT!” He gives Simon a firm clap on the back, almost seeming more joyful for his lieutenant than he was for himself. Johnny then bounds to his feet, picking up his glass of Scotch to hoist it high in the air. “I think this calls fer a toast, yeah?” He waves for everyone to join him. It takes a second for the rest of the party to follow suit, but once you’re all standing up, drinks raised, he leads the cheers, “To the future four members of the Task Force 141!”

As everyone goes to take a sip to the health and future of your children, you find yourself halting. Now that the cat’s out of the bag, you don’t want to leave anything unsaid, and so you can’t help yourself from blurting out–

“Five.”

The glasses pause mid-air. Again, everyone turns their attention towards you.

“Pardon?” someone asks.

Where you’d previously been shy about your condition, now an impish grin tugs at your mouth. “Five,” you repeat, and for emphasis, you hold up two fingers, wiggling them back and forth.

If you thought Simon was thrilled when you’d told him, that’s got nothing on Johnny’s reaction now. You only hope he can get the Scotch stains out of his carpet before it’s ruined forever.