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fleurrypoet · 24 days

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ahhh guys it’s a part 2 to love you three! it ended up being a little more hurt comfort than i expected but still more content of our cute little family 🥹

Pairings: James Wilson x fem!Reader

Warnings: some family insecurities

Three, Four, Five

“Benny!” you spun around and shoved your hands in your pockets, seeing no sign of your son anywhere. “Hey, sweetheart, have you seen Ben anywhere?”

James shrugged his shoulders, but his eyes pointed behind the kitchen island, discreetly giving his son’s position away.

“Oh, that’s just too bad I was going to ask him what he wanted for dessert tonight,” you said in a clear loud voice, and just like you predicted, little Benjamin came running out from the kitchen almost so fast you couldn’t scoop him up in your arms when he arrived at your feet.

“Can we have ice cream?” he asked eagerly and you laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“After dinner and after we finish this project you have to do for school.”

“Dad, do I have to?” Ben whined and James gave him a look saying,

“What do you think, squirt?”

“Why don’t you want to do it?” you asked, putting him down on the couch and sitting next to him, James closing the fridge and joining you in the living room, the faint sound of your other two children playing in the room filling the rest of the quiet house.

“No reason,” he shrugged and you and James both looked at him skeptically.

“What’s the project?” James asked.

“A family tree,” Ben sighed and you looked up at James with a hint of sadness past your eyes.

Not knowing what to say initially, you let your husband take the lead of the situation as he hummed in thought, standing up from where he sat on an armchair to come join you both on the couch, sandwiching Ben between you.

“So there’s no reason you don’t want to do the project so then why don’t you do it?” he attempted to point out the fallacies in the young boy’s logic, seeing if that might speak to him.

“Cause it’s boring,” Ben said, looking up at his dad.

“So that’s a reason then, right?” James continued. “Are you sure that’s the only reason?”

“You know you can talk to us about anything, right Benny? That’s what dad and I are here for.”

Ben was contemplating his options before leaning back in the couch and softly saying,

“Derek says you guys aren’t my real parents.”

You frowned when you heard what he shared, knowing this conversation might come up eventually, but you didn’t expect kids to be so cruel so young.

“What do you think?” James asked.

Ben pursed his lips and moved them around in thought.

“I know I’m adopted,” he reflected. “But does that mean I can’t put you on my family tree? Because we’re not related?”

“Benny, we’re not related like Derek is to his parents, but we’re still related,” you wrapped an arm around him and gave him a squeeze.

“How?” Ben asked curiously.

“Well cause we’re a family,” you smiled. “That’s our connection to each other and it doesn’t matter that it doesn’t look the same way as it does in other people’s families.”

“And we have some cool stories to go with it too,” James added. “Have your mom and I ever told you about how we met you?”

“How you met me?” Ben chuckled. “No, I don’t think you have.”

“Well we’d have to go back about seven years ago,” you started.

“Yeah a time where dad’s back didn’t have issues and mom didn’t need glasses to read everything,” James added, making Ben laugh and you roll your eyes. “It was a pretty cold night, wasn’t it?”

“Snowing outside,” you nodded. “I got a call from your auntie Lisa telling me there was a small baby in the emergency room and they needed my help to make sure he was okay.”

“Was that me?” Ben asked.

“You bet,” you nodded. “So I ran downstairs from my office and when I got there I saw you all bundled up in one of the nurse's arms while they checked you up. I went over and offered to take you and when they put you in my arms I could have sworn it was magic.”

“How was it magic?”

“You know how sometimes moms and dads talk about how they feel when they hold their baby for the first time?” you asked and Ben nodded. “I felt that with you, because I think deep down I knew that you were going to be my baby.”

“It was love at first sight,” James said. “Just ask your grandparents how they felt when me or your uncle Danny were born. We felt the exact same way when we saw you.”

“So you felt the same with me as you did with Amy and Nate?”

“The absolute same,” James nodded. “We love them just as much as we love you.”

“Which is a lot,” you added with a nudge.

Ben seemed to be feeling better about the whole situation, but with a bit more thought he found himself with one more question.

“What do I do if someone says you aren’t my real family?”

“That’s a good question,” you pursed your lips. “Any ideas, Jamie?”

“You could tell them it’s too bad they think we aren’t your real family because no matter what they think it’s not true,” James said simply. “You’re our son and you’re Amy and Nathan’s big brother, nothing someone says is going to change that.”

“Change what?” Amy asked, walking into the living room from the hallway, Nathan trailing behind her.

“That I’m your brother,” Ben said.

“Yeah, no duh,” Amy rolled her eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the whole world, making you all laugh. “Who said you’re not our brother? They’re really stupid.”

“Amy, language,” you chastised.

‘She’s right’ James mouthed in your direction and you tried to stifle another laugh to not encourage her.

“Come here you two,” James motioned for the kids to join you on the couch, picking Amy up and placing her on his lap while you helped Nathan sit next to you.

“What are we doing?” Nathan asked after a moment of silence, looking to his twin sister for answers.

“We’re trying to have a nice family moment, Nate, you gonna cooperate?” James teased and reached over to tickle his youngest son who squirmed and squealed with laughter while Ben and Amy tried to come to his aid, eventually overpowering him and tickling him right back.

“Alright, alright kids, give your dad a break, we still need him in one piece,” you put your hand on Ben’s shoulder, pulling him back a little and then moving Amy's hands away from James’ neck where she was still earnestly trying tot tickle to avenge her twin brother.

“Thanks honey,” James leaned over and you shared a quick kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” you smiled before looking at your three kids and they all knew what was coming. You and James each pressed a kiss to either side of Ben’s face saying,

“Love you three,” before moving onto Amy with “Love you four,” and finishing with Nathan and “Love you five.”

You looked over at James with a grateful look in your eyes and you both thought maybe Ben’s project could wait until after dinner and a nice big bowl of ice cream.

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fleurrypoet · 26 days

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🥺🥺

Hii it's me again 😂

I was wondering like imagine reader and james are married and she works in the nicu and a newborn baby who was found abandoned was admitted and like maybe it's premature so it spends a good amount of time in the nicu so the reader and even james ends up bonding with the baby and in the end they adopt the baby

Like I can totally imagine james going to visit the baby in his spare time and the reader and him spending nights at the hospital so its not alone

nonnie which one are you! there’s no emoji 😭 but either way i love this idea how did you know i’m in my dad!wilson feels anyways this is blurb material and i have inspo sooo

Pairings: James Wilson x fem!doctor!Reader

Warnings: surgery

Love You Three

“Hey, honey are you ready to…” James’ voice trailed off as he noticed you staring into one of the many NICU cots that was holding a small premature-looking baby. “You okay?”

He came closer to you, placing his bag off to the side, dressed like he was ready to leave the hospital and face the cold winter air.

“Honey?”

It wasn’t until James’ hand reached your back that you were pulled out of your trance with a bit of a jolt.

“Sorry,” you apologized. “I just…” you sighed unable to find the words to finish your sentence. “I don’t think I can leave him.”

“Are his parents around? Maybe it’ll make you feel better if one of them comes and-,”

“He was abandoned. Someone found him wrapped up on a doorstep to a shelter. He’s a preemie too,” the back of your fingers brushed against his toes.

James finally took a moment to look down at the boy, and suddenly he felt like he understood whatever was pulling you towards him. He was so small. His little fists balled up at his sides, but when your hand was on him he was calm, quiet, stable.

“Abandoned,” James didn’t like the sound of the word, neither did you. It felt so…depressing; unfortunate that his mother probably thought she couldn’t take care of him.

James’ hand descended from the top of your back to the bottom before snaking around your waist so he could pull you closer into his side to press a kiss to your temple.

“I’ll go pick something up for dinner from home and grab you something more comfortable to wear.”

You nodded your head,

“You don’t have to stay afterwards if you want you can go back home.”

“No, I think I want to stay here with both of you,” he looked between you and the baby. “I’ll be back in half an hour.”

You pulled your gaze away from the child for a quick moment to give your husband a kiss, thanking him for his kindness before focusing back again on the baby.

As promised, James returned with a change of clothes for you and some food packed in a tupperware, most likely leftovers from last night’s dinner.

“Go get changed, I can look after him for a minute,” he assured you and you carefully peeled yourself away from the child, your heart aching when you heard him begin to cry, only for it to stop when James reached his hand into the cot, tracing his finger along his arm.

You smiled a little to yourself before going to the locker rooms and getting changed, keeping your scrubs in your locker and eating a little bit of the food before heading back to the NICU.

You watched from a distance for a few moments, unable to keep yourself from smiling at the sight of your husband being so gentle with the small baby.

“There’s something about him, huh,” you said coming closer, now dressed in flannel pants and a hoodie to match James’ casual jeans and sweater.

He simply nodded his head, “When I first looked at him, there was just…a feeling like I had to protect him, and look after him.”

“That’s how I felt too,” you nodded, leaning into James’ side. “I think that feeling is love.”

“Love at first sight,” he chuckled a little. “Like a fairytale.”

“Yeah,” you nodded again. “A fairytale.”

—

“Dr. Wilson, are you here to see your wife? She just went to go speak to one of the mothers but she’ll be back soon.”

“Oh, no I’m actually here to see one of her patients,” he said. “The premature baby who was brought in with no parents.”

“Oh yes, he’s right over here. Such a sad thing to see, especially around the holidays, but he’s been getting the best care in the hospital if I do say so myself.”

“I believe it,” James smiled while walking over to the cot.

The baby was sound asleep at first, but awoke within a few minutes and looked up at James curiously before beginning to cry.

The nurse quickly tried to soothe the baby, but he would have nothing of it, until James offered some assistance.

“Be my guest Dr. Wilson, but he’s not too fond of many people.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much. We know each other, right buddy?” James asked while repeating the same motions he had the first night he met him, instantly stopping the tears.

“He seems to have taken a shine to you,” she said.

James couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he had felt the same thing too. Just like you both had the first night, perhaps, regardless of his young age, he knew he was safe and loved, and James was left with an overwhelming feeling in his gut that he had to do something about it.

“James? What are you doing here?”

He turned around when he heard your voice and you smiled, seeing him with the baby.

“I just came to check on him and see how he was doing,” he said. “Maybe we should stay again?” he suggested. “Tonight I mean.”

“I brought us extra clothes already,” you chuckled.

“Might as well bring the whole closet. I don’t know if I can go home knowing he’s here all alone.”

You placed a hand on his back and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“Then I guess we’re just going to have to call this home until he’s discharged.”

“What happens when he gets discharged?” James asked, having a feeling he knew the answer already.

“Social services comes in, finds a foster home, unless some relatives come to claim him.”

James hummed thoughtfully, right now you both just had to hope he could make it to getting discharged. Then when the time came, you could see what that would mean.

“Any complications?” he asked.

“Some struggles breathing here and there. His lungs are a little underdeveloped, but nothing major so far.”

Your conversation was interrupted by the sound of James’ pager and he sighed, looking down at the message and seeing he had to go.

“I’ll get dinner later and meet you here at six?” he confirmed and you nodded your head, pulling him in for a quick kiss.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You both took another glance over at the baby and with a soft little smile you said, “Love you three,” while gently tickling his foot with your finger, making him quietly babble in response.

James chuckled and pressed one more kiss to your temple before running off to go deal with a patient who needed him.

“You’re not getting too attached, I hope.”

You sighed, “I think it’s already too late for that. No matter what happens though, he should be loved. He deserves that, even if it’s harder for me in the long run.”

“I don’t think it’ll just be hard for you,” she came and laid a hand on your shoulder. “Your husband there seems to be in the same boat.”

“What can I say,” you hummed. “There’s just something about him.”

—

James rarely received pages from anyone other than Cuddy, the nurses, or his assistant, so when he saw your number flashing on the screen with the code 911 he picked up his office phone and called you immediately.

“Honey, what’s going on?” he asked as soon as the line connected.

“We had a major complication.”

He could hear the strain in your voice, like you were desperately trying to keep it together.

“H-He’s in surgery right now, I just-,” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “We were almost in the clear.”

James wanted to tell you everything was going to be fine, but operating on babies was always a delicate procedure, let alone a premature one.

“Where are you?”

“Viewing room of OR 3,” you responded.

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

James hung up the phone and quickly made his way over to the operating rooms, finding you, as promised, in the observation room of OR 3.

You were sitting on the edge of one of the chairs, gripping onto its sides so hard James could see the strain on your knuckles.

He came next to you and encouraged you to loosen your grip and hold his hand instead.

“James, I know he’s not my baby, but I-,” you bit back tears. “I just want him to be okay,” your voice broke and James pulled you into his side, rubbing your back and letting you feel all of that worry and stress that had been bubbling up in your chest while these events unfolded.

“He’s going to be okay,” James chewed on the inside of his cheek and you knew he was saying it for himself just as much as he was saying it for you.

You both could only get away with sitting there for so long before people came looking for you, and you reluctantly pulled yourselves away, but not before informing the surgical team to keep you updated with any developments.

It was hard to focus on whatever you were doing until you got a message saying that the surgery went smoothly and the baby was now recovering back in the NICU.

You had faith that during his time here, nothing else would come up and he’d continue to heal until he was eventually ready to find a home with parents who would love and cherish him.

The thought came with a slight pang to your heart, but you knew it was probably for the best.

As long as someone loved him, and he was safe. That’s all you could ask for.

—

“I can’t believe you guys are ready to take him,” you chuckled nervously, looking up at the people from social services. “I’ve just been here since they brought him in, it’s gonna be a hard transition.”

“Don’t worry ma’am, we completely understand,” the man assured you. “I’m gonna do my best to make sure he ends up in good hands.”

You were about to get ready to say your goodbyes when you saw James walk into the NICU.

“Hi, are you from social services?” James asked and the man nodded while James put his hand out to shake. “I’m her husband,” he pointed over to you.

“Nice to meet you.”

“I just had a question before you take him,” he started. “Um…how difficult would it be for us to adopt him?”

Your eyes went wide, looking up at James as if to ask if this was something he really wanted to go ahead with. You knew, deep in your heart, there was nothing you wanted more than to watch this child grow up and be there for every single moment, good or bad.

James just nodded his head and you quietly slipped your hand into his and gave it a squeeze.

“You may need to talk to your lawyer, but first we’d get a background check then start the process of registering as foster parents and then you can adopt him after some time,” he explained. “That’s the watered down version, but I’m sure it’ll be fine for two doctors, especially one who looked after him.”

“We’ll do that,” James nodded and the man said he’d go call his superiors to see if there was anything they could do to expedite the process, giving you some time alone with the baby.

“I can’t believe it,” you whispered. “How long have you felt this way?”

“Since the day we saw him,” James kissed you and you looked down at the baby with happy tears in your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smiled up at him, and just like you could read each other’s minds, you looked down at your son and both said,

“Love you three.”

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fleurrypoet · 26 days

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Hi can you write a few headcannons on how James Wilson would comfort reader if she’s just recently married to him and pregnant(she hasn’t told him yet) and she’s worried about his infidelity to other women affecting their relationship? Thank you 😊

This is a good one thanks for the request 🥰 hope you enjoy

If their already married I feel like the reader would have been different to James's other wives as from like the minute they started their relationship she would've told him that she did not want it ending how the the rest of James's marriages had ended. so like James would have reassured her multiple times that it wouldn't end up like the rest. This is why it does take them awhile to get to the marriage stage not because they don't love each other but because Wilson is afraid of messing it up and the reader is afraid of what it will end in.

though they do because they love each other and no doubt they have talked multiple times about children and it is clear that they both want kids. like all the reader has ever wanted was to be a mother and she can't wait to see James as a dad. though lets face it their both busy and recently married so I think they put it at the back of their minds figuring they will have the conversation again in a couple months or maybe a year.

though then the readers period is late like two months after their honeymoon and she puts all the symptoms such as sickness and fatigue all together and realises that she is pregnant. She is over the moon the one thing she has always dreamt of is coming true and it's happening with the man she loves. though then it washes over her the fear of James leaving, of him finding comfort and love in another woman and leaving the reader and baby alone. their is a big part of her that is telling her she is wrong and this is what James wants. But then the other part is referring her back to the fact that he cheated on his previous marriages ended in him cheating.

i feel like this goes on for days Wilson doesn't notice her pregnancy symptoms probably because they are masked by her pulling away from him which he can't understand why. she starts to spend longer hours at the hospital and going in before James so he basically hasn't really seen her in a couple days. considering the fact that James's third marriage ended in his wife cheating on him he starts to get a bit worried that maybe this is happening again. so it all boils down one night after dinner the reader has barely spoken all night and he just comes out and asks her if she's cheating on him.

the look of shock on her face tells James instantly that he was wrong and she's not but she's upset questioning why he would even suggest that she was the one cheating when he's the one prone to it. James explains why he though she was and it just led to her breaking down into tears realising that her being distant led to her husband questioning himself good enough for her.

so in the midst of it all she just tells him she's pregnant quickly followed by her spewing out what she'd been thinking about him leaving and cheating on her now that she is pregnant. James is overjoyed at the fact that he's going to be a dad but it pains him to think that his past mistakes have put his wife through all this stress so early in her pregnancy.

at his point all he can do is hug her and remind her that he loves her. then once the crying from both of them has subsided James leads her over to the couch and reassures her that he will never cheat on her. she half jokingly states that she will look awful when she's the size of a whale or when she's all tired from a crying baby keeping her up. though James reminds her again that he wants to be a dad and he loves her, stating that she wont look like a whale and he will also be tired from a crying baby but nothing will change the fact that he wants this and he wants her.

they both just end up spending the night on the couch as close to each other as they can planning their future and feeling relieved that the finally talked about what was bothering them.

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