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Bursting at the Seams
Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x Girlfriend!Reader
Word Count: <650
Content: dry humping, desperate & messy Bucky, dirty talk
18+ Minors DNI
Synopsis: It’s been a month apart & Bucky is about to combust.
A/N: written on my phone; the girlies asked & they shall receive - @soelstress @buckybarnes82 & @buckybarnesfic bc she specifically requested: “make that man cum in his pants” - HOPE YOU LIKE IT! 😅
You push the apartment door open and see the light from the TV flickering from the den. Before you can go to him, he’s there - all wet hair, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, and dog tags glinting on his beefy chest.
“You are never allowed to leave me for a whole month ever again,” he whines, wrapping you in his arms.
“She needed me,” you defend yourself, but welcome his warm embrace. You’ve missed his smell, the safety you feel in his muscular arms, and the sound of his voice. But your best friend needed you this past month - she had her first baby and you stayed with her for the first month - helping her clean, meal prep, and run errands while she took care of her newborn.
“How did everything go? Was she okay when you left?” Bucky asks, dragging you to sit beside him on the loveseat.
“It went great. She was a little sad to see me leave, but her laundry is all done for now, her pantry and freezer are stocked, and the little man has more diapers than he’ll ever need.”
“Ooh, what’d you make her? You meal prepped?” Bucky asks, swinging one of your legs over his lap so you’re straddling him. You plant a warm kiss on his lips and feel like you could melt. God, you’ve missed him.
“I made a bunch of meals to freeze - lasagna, casseroles, breakfast sandwiches, soups, even some cookie dough for when she needs a pick-me-up.”
Bucky salivates at the thought of you slaving away in the kitchen making some of his favorite things, and tugs you closer to him.
“You’re such an amazing woman,” he mutters, kissing your neck. Your perfume overwhelms him and he feels his cock spring to attention. He grinds your hips down onto his hard length. You sigh at the friction and kiss his neck.
“Fuck, I missed you so bad,” he whines, running warm, calloused fingers under your shirt. “My hand doesn’t hold a candle to you.” You giggle at that.
“Did you do that a lot while I was gone?” You ask with a raised brow as you rock your hips, but he shakes his head. The seam of his sweatpants is stretched to the limit. “Really? You didn’t think about me just like this? Bouncing on your cock?”
“Fuck,” he whimpers, rutting into you through the layers of clothing. Precum starts to leak from his tip, staining the light gray fabric. “I did think about it, but nothing compares to the real thing.”
“Nothing compares to me riding you after you’ve filled me up? Milking you for every last drop?” You moan into his ear, palming him through his sweats. His head falls back against the couch and you bite softly at the hollow of his throat, his beard scratching your soft skin deliciously.
“If you don’t stop talking…” he trails off in a rasp, pressing his erection right where he needs it.
“What? You’ll cum in your pants?” You tease. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean up your mess, baby.”
“Oh my Goddd,” he moans, pressing your hips down, grounding his cock into your jeans. He’s panting, eyes squeezed shut, gripping your hips like you’ll float away if he doesn’t hang on for dear life. A small whimper escapes his perfect pink lips as his thighs tense in pleasure under you. A stain builds quickly on his sweatpants as he opens his eyes and looks at you with heavy lids under those thick lashes. You giggle and kiss him.
“I should go take care of this,” he mutters, looking down sheepishly.
“No, that’s what I’m here for,” you whisper, rolling his sweatpants down.
“Oh, fuck,” he whines, gripping the couch cushion. “Did I mention how much I missed you?”
But you can’t reply when your mouth’s full.
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Ah thank you my lovely! I’m not as active on this account as I used to be, but I still love and appreciate that people still like my fics! 😁
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hello there! welcome to ﹫ nyk's favorite spot, the saved fics + some headcanons.
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puppy love by @the-shedevil-writes
drunk on you by @the-shedevil-writes
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You know what one of my comfort oscar videos is?? The one where he's asked what helps him relax and he says that smelling his babies hair helps him relax 🥺🥺🥺
Clearly talking about that new baby smell. I mean he's not wrong it IS a really nice smell.
The fact that that was the first thing that came to mind for him 🥺 Like that ls just some beautiful sweetness right there. 💕
I love dad oscar sm. 🥰🥰🥰

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Play with my hair, please 🥺
Curls Curls Curls behind the scenes of The Last Jedi
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i dont have an excuse besides that I watched The Hobbit again
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I'd love it if you wrote something sweet with "You're my home" + William Tell.
Aww, of course! I am so sorry this took so long!
Home
William Tell x gn!Reader • Rating: pg+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •
Summary: You and William go to your friend's house for a game night.
Warnings: Fluff, established relationship, mention of reader's friends (they are not named/gendered), not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.
Word Count: 352
You had been pleasantly surprised when William had said yes to meeting some of your friends.
Despite him happily listening to you speak about them, you knew he tended to keep to himself and found it draining to socialise with a group of strangers. Still, he’d been eager, in that quiet way of his, to go and have a games night at one of your friends’ houses.
To your delight, after being there for less than an hour, your oldest friend had encouraged everyone to play blackjack, eager to see William’s skills in person.
This had rapidly dissolved into everyone hunting for every single pack of cards in the house they could find (4) and watching in awe as William demonstrated how to count cards.
He’d relaxed as everyone heaped on praises and voiced their amusement and awe. Despite how William politely shrugged and said, “Anyone can do it.” His little smile warmed your heart. How his shoulders relaxed a fraction, how he settled more comfortably into his seat.
He’d been very good at the other board games as well, scheming quietly and chuckling softly at your friend’s jokes as he sat next to you. When it didn’t hamper playing the game, he held your pinky finger with his under the table.
As the night went on, you all dissolved into talking over a discarded game of Mine A Million on the coffee table. William had nodded off with his head on your shoulder around two am while you were both sitting on the sofa. By three his head was in your lap, your arm draped over him.
At nearly four, you stroke his cheek gently. “William?”
His breathing is slow and steady.
You speak a little louder. “William? Hey, shall we go home?”
He screws up his face a little as he starts to wake and sighs. “No.”
“No?” You smile at his voice, it’s thick with sleep and far away.
“You’re my home.”
“What?” You chuckle.
“You’re my home,” he stretches a little, but keeps his eyes closed as he snuffles into your legs. “I’m already home, I’m with you.”
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Balin: Today I realized I am old.
Dwalin: What do you mean?
Balin: I fell over today when I was walking at the end of the Company with Fili and Kili, and instead of laughing they ran over to see if I was okay.
Dwalin:
Balin: I saw fear in their eyes.
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the size of baby kent II - roy kent x reader
warnings; pregnancy (dur), giving birth, smut, roy is over protective as hell
part one; finding out + first half of pregnancy part two; second half of pregnancy + birth of baby kent part three; the first few months of baby kent's life
the size of a cantaloupe
"Will you rub my feet?" you ask, wiggling your toes on Roy's lap.
He looks up from his book, ready to say no because he's reading about what to pack in your hospital bag and he's stressed out about getting that together sooner rather than later, but he sees your pout, and looks down at your swollen ankles, and can't bring himself to deny you.
Setting the book aside, he pulls your sore foot into his hand, rubbing the soles gently, working out the muscles like he'd trained for it.
You settle deeper into the couch, watching the romcom you'd put on, and Roy just works away, looking between what he's doing and you, noticing the way your shoulders relax, and how you seem more comfortable.
"Do they hurt?"
"Yeah," you sigh, "pretty much all the time."
"I'm proud of you," he says, smiling, "doing some good work here, baby. Growing our little one, I know it hasn't been easy."
"You big softie," you coo, wiggling your toes at him. He laughs, pushing against the muscle, not hard enough to hurt you but enough to make you kick out of his hold. "Be nice!"
"I stopped what I was doing to rub your grubby little toes," he laughs, running a hand up your thigh. "You know what will really make you feel better?"
"Let me guess..." you laugh as he tugs your arm, bringing you up to sit on his lap, and you feel how hard he is through his boxers. "My feet get you that hard?"
He groans, "No, I was just thinking about how the last time we had sex on this couch I got you pregnant."
"Wanna show me how you did that?"
"My pleasure," he grunts, pulling your face down for a kiss.
His lips move against yours like he's been waiting for this all night, his tongue moves against your lip and you moan, more easily turned on in your condition.
"No teasing," you mumble, "want you in me now."
"Don't worry baby," Roy said, shuffling his boxers down to his knees, and pushing your big t-shirt out of the way. He doesn't bother taking off your panties, just moves them to the side as he lines himself up, fucking himself up into you.
You both moan as you're fully sat on him, wet and warm and tight against him. "Give you everything you want baby," he coos, holding your face in one hand and your hip in the other, helping you rock softly against him. "Just ask and it's yours."
You hover a little, letting Roy do the work of fucking you, and his hand creeps from your hip to your clit, rubbing gentle circles around the sensitive bud.
"Feels so good," you moan, "always make me feel so good."
"Show me," he orders, "show me how good, cum on my lap, yeah? Let me feel it." He kisses all over your face as he talks to you, your own features scrunched up in pleasure. "C'mon baby, show me how good and I'll show you how good."
He presses a little harder on your clit, and it's enough to snap that rubber band of pleasure in your core, and you're clenching up around him, encourage him to coat your walls with his own release.
Roy continues placing kisses over your face, as you slouch against him, his cock slowly softening inside you.
"C'mon, darling, let's go shower. I'll hold the baby up while you enjoy the water."
"You're the best man alive."
the size of an acorn squash
"Okay, mum, how are you feeling?" the doctor asks, looking at your chart as she walks into the room.
You weren't quite due for an appointment yet, but Roy had gotten really worried about the back pain you've been having, it was stopping you from sleeping. So here you were, back on the table, talking to Dr. Lalani.
Roy is beside you, tired but loving as he sweeps his thumb back and forth across your forehead, his other hand holding yours firmly.
"Tired, we're both tired," you say, "I can't sleep and Roy doesn't like falling asleep when I can't."
"Insomnia is common at this stage, and not cause for concern, I know it's hard, but this where you start napping whenever you can, if you're comfortable on the couch, sleep. And you, dad, I know it sucks but you also need to sleep," the doctor puts the chart down, and washes her hands while the ultrasound technician starts up the machines. "I know you wanted to talk about some pain in your back, let's look at that and we'll circle back to sleeping, see if the two aren't related."
You explain the pain, you talk about the pressure, and the anxiety of being a new mom, and the doctor and Roy are both listening so intently.
The ultrasound tech starts looking at the baby while you talk, and you find comfort in seeing your little one moving around.
"I don't think we're experiencing anything that threatens you or the baby," the doctor says, looking at the screen and feeling your stomach. "Baby is looking good, resting where they should be. For the next week I'd like to you try a light yoga routine a few times a day, it's very gentle, I hope that will give some relief for the pain, and it may even help you sleep."
"We'll do it together," Roy says to you, squeezing your hand tight three times.
"Good lad," Dr. Lalani says, looking up at the screen. "Now, for some fun news... would you like to know the sex of the baby?"
You look at Roy, who's nodding slightly, but as always, he's giving you the final say.
"Yes, we would."
"Congratulations, looks like you're going to have a little boy."
And Roy's crying before you even have a chance to process the news. His hands stay on you as the doctor wishes you well and leaves, telling you to book an appointment for a week from now if the yoga doesn't help. The technician cleans you up, hands you a few print outs of the ultrasound, and leaves you to get changed.
Roy's tears are running freely down his face, but he doesn't feel embarrassed, or shameful, this is the best time of his fucking life. Football glory is nothing compared to this. He helps you off the table, and step into your pants, where he pulls them up for you.
"I want to put one of these on my desk," he says, admiring the blurry picture, as you shimmy into your shirt. "I want to see this little fella every chance I get."
"Awh, love," you coo, putting a gentle hand on his cheek, thumbing away the tears.
"A little boy," he mumbles, nuzzling into your palm, "I fucking knew it."
the size of a head of lettuce
"Easy darling, just like that, push your bum out a bit.... there you go, how's that feel?"
You grunt, the easy yoga pose seems harder than it should be, but it's been helping with the aches, and you've been sleeping longer hours since you started, so there was no going back now, tyrant Roy wouldn't let you stop something that's clearly beneficial for you and the baby.
"One more pose, okay? One big back stretch and then I'll make you some french toast before I go, okay?"
Bribing you with french toast was a dirty move, but effective, as you stretch out as much as you can, holding it as Roy counts.
"Now doesn't that feel better?"
You won't look at him, which makes Roy laugh, because yes it does feel better.
As he starts on your toast, you watch him from the counter, chin in your hands as you admire him working away on your breakfast. It's easy to appreciate him, and all he does, especially when he's shirtless, making you food, and just generally taking care of you, and shirtless.
"You're handsome," you coo, "always takin' care of us."
"Well you're doing all the hard stuff, love," he says, leaving the toast to cook for a second while he comes around the counter to pull you into his arms. He kisses you on the forehead, and puts an affection hand over the baby. "And you're doing so well at it."
"Stop it, I was trying to compliment you," you whine, "you've built that lovely nursery, you cook and clean more than I do, and I just work from my computer, you actually go and train the boys all day. You're working so hard."
He smiles, kissing you on the forehead again. "I would do anything for you, both of you. So get used to it because this is what the rest of your life looks like."
He returns to the stove, but turns after a moment. "Well, couple months after the baby's born maybe we can split the cleanin' fifty-fifty again." You just hum in reply, both of you know damn well you'd be doing more now if Roy would let you.
When Roy brings two plates of food over, you're happily digging in, while he seems zoned out.
"Y'okay?" you mumbled, taking another huge bit of food.
"Season starts soon, I just... I don't want to be busy." Roy sighs, pushing some food around on his plate. "I want to be a good dad, I want to be here," he says.
"Baby," you reach out to him, taking his hand in yours. "You're going to be a great father, you already are. You take care of the little guy every chance you get." You give him a reassuring squeeze, and he's looking at you. His eyes hazy with anxiety, but he's listening, waiting for you to go on. "And we're going to do it together. I'll be right by your side every step of the way. All you have to do to be great is care, and you've got that down, my love."
He nods, closing his eyes to let your words sink in. "I love you," he says, bringing your hand up to his mouth to lay a few gentle kisses on the knuckle. "Being with you has been the greatest honour of my life. And the baby, I can't wait to meet him, I hope he's just like you."
"He'll be like us both," you say, smiling. "I've been thinking we need a name for him, I want to start calling him other than little turnip."
"Any ideas?"
"What about Jamie?"
Roy laughs, "shut the fuck up."
"What about Grant?"
He says the name out loud a couple of times, you laugh as he tries is in different tones, as if seeing how it tastes. Roy leans close to your stomach, resting his eye against the bump, holding you by your hips. "Are you a Grant, baby?"
the size of a cauliflower
Tossing and turning, whimpering, you accidentally wake up Roy. He grumbles, trying to wake up, rubbing his eyes, but when he notices your distress, his eyes snap open, and he's gently shaking you awake. Seems like a fucking crime, to wake up you after you've had the hardest time sleeping. But he's worried something's happening.
"Baby, c'mon, you're all right darling," he's cooing, moving his hands up and down your arm as you jolt awake, struggling to take in your surroundings.
You can't help the emotions flowing through you, and you're bursting into tears, letting Roy wrap you in his arms. He's talking to you so sweetly, whispering kind, loving things into your ear, letting you cry away some of the whatever had happened in your sleep.
"What's goin' on, darling? Hm? What happened?"
"What if he doesn't like me?" you whimper, tucking your head into Roy's chest.
"Oh baby," he muses, not needing to ask anymore to know what's happening, and he planted a kiss on your head, "there isn't a world where Grant comes out and doesn't love you more than anyone else. The way you take care of him? Reading to him, high fiving all his little kicks," he never stops rubbing your arms, "He already loves you. There is no one in the world you doesn't fall in love with you the moment they meet you."
"Do you really think that?"
"Do I think that... darling, I spent the first half of our relationship beating off the team."
"You were beating off the team while we were dating?"
"Oh, fucking come off it, beating away the team... I meant, oh you know what I meant, they were all trying to steal you from me. Until I set 'em all straight. Told them the next one to hit on you, even playfully, had to do 20 pushes. The one after that, 40. They didn't learn 'til 120 and their little arms started givin' out."
"But Grant isn't going to be like that, it's different. What if I'm a bad mum," your voice catches in your throat, "what if he can't wait to get away from me."
"Darlin' listen to me," Roy says in a tone that's firm and grounding, breaking you out of the slight panic you were in, "he will love you, because you will love him. You keep him safe, you've been keeping him safe for months and he'll know that. He'll know you're his mum and no one will ever love him more than you do."
"D'you think?"
"Yes darling, I think that. There isn't a person alive who I think is more fit to be a mum than you." Roy kisses against your forehead and holds you close in his arms.
He looks at the clock, he's supposed to be up in two hours for training with Jamie, but he won't take the comfort away from you. Wouldn't dream of leaving you alone to catch some more sleep. He could be tired at training, the season would be starting soon, and he was so worried about this happening when he's away. What will he do? Stay behind? Should he take a step back this season? He didn't know what to do. Didn't know how to protect you from feeling alone.
"I'm sorry I woke you up," you say. Roy looks down at you shocked, and considers you may be able to read his mind.
"No, don't ever be sorry for that. You wake me up for anything, wake me up for a cup of water, I don't mind. I'm here for you."
"I love you, Roy." You snuggle deeper into him, you let his warmth spread comfort throughout your body, you let him into your mind and soul to bring you back down. "There's no one in the world more fit to be a dad than you."
"I barely had one," he whispers, "dunno what I'm doing."
"Just do what you've been doing with Pheebs, s'no different," you murmur, "just have to love 'em and teach 'em and keep 'em safe..."
"Stop trying to comfort me and go back to sleep," he whispers into your hair, smiling against you, "my lovely girl."
the size of a bunch of broccoli
"Keeley, I love you but I am perfectly capable of walking down the steps on my own," you say, hand held tightly in hers as she guides you down the steps of the stadium.
"I know that," she defends, sneaking a look down at Roy, who's staring at the two of you, arms crossed, turned fully away from the play the boys are practicing, "but look at the way he's lookin' at us, s'fucking scary. He's like a predator tracking your every movement." Keeley shudders. "That baby is gunna be the most protected baby the country's ever seen. That includes the royal babies."
"He's a bit protective," you laugh, finally reaching the end of the world's longest staircase, or that's how it feels anyway. And Keeley lets you go, but keeps leading you through the hallways.
"Oi, baby mamma!" Jamie shouts, jogging up to you, wide smile on his face. "I'd hug ya but Roy'd probably come side tackle me before I could grab ye."
You laugh, "hey Jamie, how's pre-season treating you?"
"Ah, s'alright," Jamie smiles, walking alongside you and Keeley, "how's the baby building?"
"S'alright," you mimic, "I'm working on his eyelids now."
"Gross," Jamie laughs, "he just in there with no eyelids?"
"He doesn't just form all at once," Keeley laughs, "it's bit by bit."
"Well, finishing building the lil guy already, I want to meet 'im."
"Only nine weeks to go," you say, running a hand over the bump affectionately. "Feels like it's been years he's been in there, I don't even remember what it's like to not have Grant weighing me down."
The three of you make it to Roy's office, where you flop unceremoniously into the comfy chair Roy had brought into the office, just for you, in case you wanted to visit, he couldn't let you sit in some stiff office chair.
"There's my favourite girl!" Ted Lasso said, "Oh my, don't you look beautiful, honey. Just the bee knees, could I have the honour of touching the baby?" Ted's smile makes you smile, he's just so genuine.
"Of course, Ted. Rub the belly for luck for tomorrow's game."
"Don't mind if I do," he said, kneeling down beside you, "oh! He's kicking for me! Might have to sign him to the team, feels like a good strong kick!"
"If he's anything like his daddy, he'll play." You laugh as you feel him kick harder, like he's trying to say something. "He likes you. Might even like you more than Keeley, if that's possible."
"Hey! That's my little turnip," Keeley says, pouting. "I'm number three in his life, don't you forget it. You, Roy, and then me."
"Well it's good to know I won't be short on babysitters," you laugh, Ted raises to a stand, rubbing his hands together as if he's spreading the good luck like lotion.
"Definitely not, it's important for new parents to have time to themselves, even if it's just the length of a walk around the block," Ted says, "and I do love walkin' around the block."
"No one's takin' Grant anywhere," Roy says, pushing passed Jamie and coming to your side, kissing your cheek in greeting then rubbing a hand over your belly to greet his son. "He stays with me."
"Clingy," you say, taking on of his hands into yours, "it takes a load of my shoulders to not have to be the worried one, thanks for covering me babe." You joke and Roy just grunts in response, squeezing your hand twice quickly. Your eyes closed in a wince, trying to take a full breath but Grant is blocking your way. "I think he's tryna break out the way he's kickin' me love, I may have to go home soon instead of grab lunch with you. I think he's sitting right on my lung."
"Why don't I take you home and Jamie will bring us some kebabs and we can eat at home, huh? We can have lunch on the couch," he said.
"I'm not an uber driver," Jamie scoffed, crossing his arms, but whined when Keeley elbowed him. "Obviously I'm gunna do it! But a please would've been nice."
Roy looked at him for a moment, then looked at you wincing, then rolled his eyes. "Please."
"You make him a better man," Jamie says, bowing playfully, laughing when Keeley elbows him again. "C'mon Keels, you come with and order for everyone."
"Thanks guys, you don't have to go out of your way just for me," you say, blushing under the attention, it comes with being pregnant, you know, but there's also a guilt to it. You're not feeling great so the plan changes.
"Yes, we do, don't be silly," Keeley said, smiling in her kind, authentic way, waving your worries away, "we wanted to see you, no one cares where that is, babes."
"Just appreciate it, darlin'," Ted says, clapping your shoulder gently, like a father would, "it's your village, simple as that."
the size of a butternut squash
"Not today, right buddy?" you ask your stomach, keeled over on the couch, trying to shuffle your way into comfort. "S'too early, baby."
You'd left bed, the soft mattress was unreasonably annoying when Roy wasn't in it, and found yourself on the couch. He had an away game yesterday, and something about him being away made the braxton hicks contractions ten times worse. Maybe Grant was upset about his dad being gone, maybe you were stressed about it. Whatever it was, it'd kept you up most of the night, and now you were watching the sunrise.
Roy would be back sometime today, but it felt unbearable. It was too early to call him, although you can hear his voice in your head saying, call me baby, call me for anything, anytime.
Grant kicks again, another contraction you don't believe.
You call him.
He picks up on the first ring.
"You okay, baby? S'happening? Why aren't you asleep?" All his questions come out rush and slurred, his morning voice a raspy, panicked mess.
You're crying, you hadn't even realized until you couldn't answer.
"Hey, hey, it's okay, m'right here, can you hear me?" You hear shuffling, you picture Roy sitting on the edge of the bed, looking for his shirt, ready to run home if he has to. "Darling, please."
"Sorry," you creek out, harder than necessary to get the words out. "I couldn't sleep."
"S'okay baby, I'll be home in uh," Roy checks the clock on the bedside table, "eight hours give or take, okay? I'll see if I can wrangle them up early and head to..."
"No," you interrupt, "you can't do that. I can't come before the team."
"You will always come before the team," he says, firmly, unapologetically. "You and Grant come before anyone." Roy thinks for a moment. "And Pheebs and her mum of course, all four of ya are tied for first."
You laugh, the fake contractions subside.
"I keep scaring you," you sigh, "I don't mean to."
"Stop feeling guilty," Roy says, you hear him typing on his phone, you must be on speaker. "I'm your guy, it's my job to worry about you and love you." Something dings on his phone. "I'm catching a plane in two hours, I'll be home in four, okay? Try to take a nap and I'll be home by the time you wake up."
"Roy," you start, but he shushes you. It's soft and loving and tender.
"Don't say a thing baby, I always should've had a plane home booked." He begins packing, you hear him throwing his few things in his bag. "You put on Muppets from Space and take a nap on the couch, I'll be home to wake you up, okay?"
"Thanks baby," you sigh, settling into the couch.
Grant stops kicking.
He just wanted his daddy to come home.
"Anything for you baby, anything for him."
the size of a pineapple
The season was going well so far. You tried to come to as many games as possible, but Roy hated you being around all the commotion. The excitement seemed to negatively effect your anxiety, which was already worsened by the hormones, and Roy couldn't focus on you while the game was in full swing.
But he also knew he was just being overprotective, he knew it was something to work on. He lied to himself over and over, promised himself it would be different once Grant was born.
Picturing that bundle in his arms, just six weeks away, maybe less... there was just no way he would relax like that. How could he? His little baby.
Roy stood on his side of the pitch, Ted and Beard on either side of him. Jamie was playing better than ever, Isaac was blocking every shot on him. It should've been exciting, it should've been fun.
But he couldn't stop glancing up at the owner's box, couldn't stop checking on you to see if you were alright.
The pregnancy had gotten rough now, back pain was winning the fight, your joints hurt all the time, you had to start maternity leave early. Roy didn't want you to go back to work once Grant was here, you'd been arguing about it off and on, but Roy was convinced he'd win the fight. You were too honestly, but stubborn about it.
Roy took another deep breath, missing the action and keeping his eyes on you.
"She's okay, you know," Beard whispered, "Rebecca's right by her side."
"Yeah, but Rebecca's not me," Roy grunted, "so it's not fucking good enough."
Roy flinched when he saw you grab your stomach. Why weren't you sitting? Your poor knees. He wanted to take it all away, wanted you to feel no pain at all and him to feel it for you.
He sighs in relief when you take a seat. And when the Greyhounds win the game, he's already off the pitch, making his way to you, like he always will.
the size of a papaya
Roy is doing his final walkthrough of the nursery, he's making sure everything is stable. He pokes and prods at shelves to make sure they're safe, as if the baby is going to be hanging off of them when you guys come home.
The go bags are by the door, baby seat is secured in the backseat of the car, and Roy is refusing to go to any and all away games, in fear that labour will start without him, so he instead is there via zoom, watching a blurry screen that Beard holds surprisingly steady.
He keeps you close at all times, and when he can't, he's constantly texting you.
"I think everything is good love," he says, wiggling the side of the crib again. "We should get you to the couch, c'mon."
"I'm fine, Roy, seriously. I've been sat all day."
"But your ankles are so swollen, let's go sit together, we can cuddle before the match starts."
You want to be annoyed, you do. But it's all because he cares, he cares so much that he just wants to make sure you and the baby are safe. Every single Monday he loads you into the car, takes you to the doctor, then gets you a chocolate croissant from that bakery you like. Every Tuesday he washes your hair for you. Everyday he cooks. Everyday he cleans. He's just been so supportive and so protective.
He's going to be the best father.
So you let him lead you to the couch. You lean into his side, and his hand fans out over your stomach.
You wouldn't dare wish time away, but you do wish your baby was here already.
the size of a mini watermelon
Grant Theodore Kent is ready to come out of hiding right in the middle of a home game.
You try to keep him in there, partially out of anxiety, partially out of respect for the football match - one that you were meant to be at. But your contractions get too close together, and it's time to go to the hospital. Roy has the hospital bags in the trunk of the minivan already, safely stowed during any and all time he was away from the house so he could deliver them if need be.
His phone was either dead or on do not disturb, either way, you couldn't get through. He would be devastated if he missed the birth, he would never forgive himself and you know it.
You call his sister first, who luckily is off today and is currently rushing to get to you.
And then you call Rebecca, who doesn't answer. Then Keeley.
It must be an exciting match because no one is checking their phones.
Roy's sister barges into your house, and finds you on the couch, sweating and holding onto your bump, legs soaked and hair matted to your forehead.
You call Rebecca again from the car, and she yells over the noise, but can barely hear you.
A contraction silences you, and Roy's sister screams 'send him to hospital now!!' and the line cuts out. You pray that she heard that, but it was time to focus on Grant now.
Roy feels off.
Something is off.
He noticed you weren't up in the box earlier, but you hadn't called; so he figured you were just too tired to come to the game. But something feels... wrong. He looks up and Rebecca is pointing at her phone, waving her arms, and he sees Higgins running down the steps into the stadium, presumably to come out to the pitch.
Roy looks at his phone, and it's dead.
And he knows what's wrong.
Ignoring any and all pain in his knee, he's running faster than he has in years. He turns around, says nothing to anyone, and is sprinting as fast as possible through the halls, leaving everything he owns behind. None of it matters, nothing matters - the only thing on Earth that has ever mattered at all is getting to the hospital and not missing the birth of his little boy.
He feels sick as he's driving, he's nervous, and excited, and scared, and happy, and there's tears in his eyes, so he's speeding, but he's being careful.
Grant was coming. Grant would be here today.
And Roy was not going to miss it.
He parks crooked in the lot, and is running into hospital, sprinting as fast as he could to the front desk, shouting your name before he even got there. Doesn't say thank you when the receptionist gives him a room number, just takes off running again, ignoring the shouts for him to slow down.
He can hear you screaming as he gets closer, and both winces and rejoices, knowing it wasn't over and he hasn't missed it.
"Just in time dad," the doctor said, nurses handing Roy gloves and apparel to put on.
He comes to you first, checks on you first. His sister happily taking a backseat to everything.
"Hi love," he says, pushing wet hair off your forehead, "I'm sorry I'm late."
"I'm glad you're here," you cry, half pain and half relief. "It's happening."
"It's happening," he repeats.
He leans down to kiss your forehead. And holds your hand in his, letting you squeeze as tight as you need. He wouldn't mind if you broke his hand, it's the least he could do.
And it began. He let you cuss him out, scream, blame him, let you damn near break his fingers, and he only returned with praises, and thank yous, and nonstop words of encouragement. He was solid, he was steady. He was a brick wall to lean on after a ten mile hike.
When Grant comes into the world, there's not a dry eye in sight - save for maybe the medical staff.
Roy is sobbing, his baby being the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his fucking life. He takes his place by the doctor, cuts the cord, and the nurse takes him to clean him up for a moment, and Roy's back on you. Crying and kissing you, and you're crying, asking for Grant, smiling through tears when the nurse put the crying bundle in your arms.
Roy has a hand on each of you, one on your head, and one on the bottom of the bundle, protecting his family, always watching out for the two of you. His sister takes a few photos of the moment, then slips out to call Keeley, and let her know everything went perfectly. And go collect Pheebs from the nieghbour.
When Roy finally checks his phone a few hours larer, he sees a game report from Ted, and can't help but laugh.
"We won the match," Roy says, "Grant was born at the same time that Jamie scored a winning goal. Fuckin' figure that." Roy laughs, a bright booming smile over his features as his kisses you, then kisses Grant. "He's never gunna fucking let that go."
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the size of baby kent - roy kent x reader
a countdown of nine long months of pregnancy mini series
warnings; pregnancy obviously, smut, pregnant sex (more than once) so much kissing, so much over-protective roy, angst in the beginning, panic attack
this got really long, so it's gunna be a three part series.
part one; finding out + first half of pregnancy part two; second half of pregnancy + birth of baby kent part three; the first few months of baby kent's life
the size of a poppy seed
You don't know how this happened.
Well, you do.
But also you don't.
The little white stick on the bathroom counter seems so inoffensive, so why is it about to change your whole life? It's been so good, so so good. Being with Roy is one of the easiest things in the world. He's fiercely loyal, he loves you and his family, and keeps the lot fo you close at all times, he takes care of you, shares responsibilities, rarely forgets anything important to you (except a date here or there, at the end of the day he's just a man), and he loves. Roy loves with his whole heart.
And you know deep down that that's never going to change, you know that having a baby will not make him leave, you know that it will not make him love you any less. So why was it so fucking scary to tell him?
Roy's great with kids. He'll be a great dad. And it's not like you've never talked about it before.
You count the months on your fingers and figure out he'll be mid season in nine months, even if you give or take a few weeks, he'll be right in the thick of it around then. Your mind goes into overdrive before you can stop it, and you're already worrying that he'll be at an away game when you go into labour. Already fretting that he'll be too busy to assemble the nursery with you and you'll miss out on those pivotal bonding moments during pregnancy.
After swatting the pregnancy test off the counter, and listening to it clatter somewhere behind the toilet, you try to take a few deep breaths.
Your heart is racing beyond your control, a borderline panic attack approaching, and your knuckles turn white as you grip the edge of the tub.
Tears start streaming down your cheeks as you try to regulate your feelings. Scared? Excited? Overwhelmed? All of the above? You wanted to see Roy, and you also wanted to hide away from him at the same time. You needed support but wouldn't be able to handle any negative reactions right now. It was all a paradox, there was no out.
Wanting to call and wanting to hide fought for dominance in your mind, but the decision was made for you when you heard the front door open and close, not a slammed door but enough to make you jump. The tears fell harder, your breaths got quicker as you tried to think of what to say. Maybe he wouldn't come in here? No, he just got home he would want to see you for a kiss right away. And when he saw you crying?
That would be too much for you to handle right now. So you tried to be quiet. As softly as you could you walked to the door, trying to bit down on your sobbing. You locked the door.
Leaning your back against the door, you slid down the length of it, sitting with your knees up to your chest.
"Darlin'?" he called, still sounding like he was by the door, "where are ya? Been a rough day, need a kiss!!"
You just cried harder, you had no energy to help him right now. You couldn't even help yourself. You tried to take a deep breath, but were interrupted by hiccups, loud, awful hiccups.
"Babe?" he called, voice sounding from the bottom of the stairs. "You up there?"
It's silent for a minute.
"Hey, phone says you're home! Are you sleeping or somethin'?"
You hear him climb the stairs, and walk by where you are to check the bedroom. You can hear him huff from the door, probably spotting your phone on the bedside table.
A dumb, stupid, ugly hiccup gives you away.
"Did you hear me babe? Need to see ya," he says, quieter now that he's outside the bathroom door. He knocks a couple of times, "are you in the tub, love? Can I come in?"
The softness in his voice effects you badly, adding guilt to your laundry list of emotional dilemmas, and you break out into another round of sobs, hiding your face in your knees as you wrap your arms around yourself.
"What the f... Darlin'? Why'd you lock the door? What's going on?" he panics, trying to door a few times before grunting and giving up. "You gotta say something, please, you're freaking me out."
"I need a m-minute," you choke out through sobs, and it only makes Roy more upset, more worried.
"Let me in," he says again, "are you hurt? What's happened?" He tries the door again. "Baby, please."
"Roy I just..." you can't catch your breath enough to speak.
"I can help you," he pleads, "whatever's happened, I'll help you." It breaks your heart to hear his voice crack, after a hard day you've made it worse. But it's not you're fault. You're allowed this, right? To process at your pace?
And of course you are, but you realize Roy's right when he says, "I can't try to help if you won't tell me anything, my love." And it's not fair on him for you to keep him at arm's length. You have the right to, but you don't want to, because this is your Roy. The one who's always been in your corner, even before you were together. The one who would lift the moon for you, with a bad knee, no less.
So you gather your strength, and unlock the door, and to your surprise, his entrance isn't a dramatic throwing open of the door and sweeping you into his arms. It's slow, so slow, like he's scared to frighten you. And when he steps into the room he's analyzing you from head to toe, looking for the problem, trying to see if he can figure it out before he asks any questions. And his eyes are glossy, like he was breaking outside the door but holding it together for your sake.
"You have to be nice," you say, voice sounding so unlike you and timid, "if you're in here you have to be nice."
"I'll be so nice," he promises without hesitating. His arms come up like he wants nothing more than to pull you close, but instead the hover just above your arms, as if trying to convey he's right there but willing to give you space, if that's what you need.
But it's not, you realize. Comfort had been right outside the door and you locked him out.
You nearly throw yourself into his chest, and Roy, ever steady, wraps you up in his arms and protects you from anything that may try to get you. He keeps you close, and secure, and whispers that everything's all right into the top of your head. He doesn't rush you. Now that you're here in his arms he can wait as long as you need. If you can meet him halfway and let him in, then he can meet you halfway and not force you to talk when you're not ready.
"It's all right, my darling, I'm right here," he promises, hands rubbing soothingly over your back and arms.
"It's, ugh, I'm blowing this all out of proportion," you say, sniffling against his chest, "It's just overwhelming."
"What's overwhelming? What do you need?"
"I need you to leave if you have a negative reaction. If you can't handle it calmly then I need you to leave without a word, okay? And call Keeley or somethin' to come over here. That's what I need."
Roy's head goes to dark places. His mind immediately jumps to worse case scenarios, and you need time to think about what you want to say, but the time it takes is giving Roy more and more time to think about the worst possible thing. It goes to loss. A loss in the family. It goes to identity theft. It goes to infidelity. And it lands on you leaving him, which makes no sense given you're here in his arms, seeking comfort with him. But it's what his mind tosses and turns and spins in head.
"I don't know why it's so hard to say," you mumble, and your words vibrate against his chest and land on his heart, making it beat uncontrollably. Your crying finally stops, and you're left with soft sniffles, your hands clinging to the fabric of the shirt on his lower back.
"Take your time," he whispers, "but you're scaring me, just give me a little something, baby."
"It's..." you sigh, it's now or never, "I'm pregnant."
The air that was tense is now entirely sucked from the room. Roy hears ringing in ears. He's not angry. He's not upset. But he is shocked. Not sure how that scenario didn't cross his mind, you guys hadn't really been careful lately. Not trying, but not preventing anything either. He always knew this was a possibility.
You're silent again, as is he, but he keeps his promise, and he's so nice. His soothing motions never falter, he keeps you wrapped up close.
He doesn't know whether to wait for you to speak or to say something, so he says, "I hope it's a boy," then thinks for a minute, "or a girl," he thinks again, "or anything really, I don't care."
It's silent, but he feels you laugh against his chest, feels the way your shoulders bounce subtly in his grip, and he lays his head down on top of yours.
His mind wanders while he waits for you to collect your thoughts, he thinks about a few weeks ago when a simple movie night had turned into more. He can't stop the smirk when he thinks about how he had your knees tucked into your chest, as he fucked you deep and slow, watching your face twist with pleasure, and how you cumming had made him finish so hard inside you, and how he held you there, keeping his cock stuffed into you while you both caught your breath.
That is absolutely what got you guys here now.
And he wouldn't take it back.
Roy wants this baby.
And he can only hope you do too.
"I'm sorry I scared you," you whisper, "I just got surprised and..." he cuts you off by shushing you sweetly, pulling back to see your face, and cradles the side of your face with his big hand, and you lean into his palm, looking up at him with red brimmed eyes and wet cheeks, and Roy just smiles down at you.
"Don't worry about a thing baby," Roy says, "I'm gunna be here with you every step of the way. Whatever you want, I want too."
"In nine months you'll be midseason," you say.
"I don't care about that," he says simply, "I care about you, and our family. We don't have to worry about that yet, okay? If I have to take some time off, I will. I want this, I want to have this baby with you." He kisses your forehead, lingering longer than he needs to, it's for him too, to show you how much he loves you. "I know exactly what did it," he says, grinning ear to ear.
"And what's that?" you ask.
"Why don't we go have some tea and calm down, then later I'll show you," he winks, and you laugh, letting Roy lead you out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, where he gets you to sit at the counter and drink some water while he makes tea and a snack for you.
"Do you want to tell me about your bad day?"
"Wasn't all that bad," he says, "just missed you, really."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. Kinda felt like a prick, missing you after only a few hours but I guess I just knew deep down that my girl needed me."
He sets a hot cup of tea down in front of you, and a slice of banana bread that Ted had apparently sent just for you.
And he holds his arm around you the whole time, sitting next to you and letting the moment sink in.
"I'm happy," you say finally, and Roy gives you the most love-struck, boyish, charming smile you've ever seen.
"I'm happy too," he says, reaching over with his other arm to put his palm on your belly, fingers spread wide, "I love you baby, I love you both."
the size of an apple seed
Roy, at some point, had come to the conclusion that everyone was out to get you.
You're not yet showing, and you haven't told anyone yet with the exception of Roy's sister, who'd worked it out when Roy kepting asking vague questions. You were waiting until you're in the second trimester. And you're not yet having any symptoms except the odd cramp, and a little bit of nausea. You know that's going to change, you know that it could happen any minute. But for know you're laying in bed reading a book on what to expect in the third trimester, while Roy is downstairs leaning over the shoulder of the guy working on the security system.
Nothing was wrong with it, but he needed them to add motion sensors on windows, needed alarms to blare if someone came in while you were in bed. He needed to know that no one could get in unnoticed if he was at an away match.
You considered going to help the poor guy (the technician) but there was nothing you could say, and your stomach was hurting, so you left Roy to it.
There was a system you had going with books. Roy, of course, needed to read everything about everything, so you would read a few chapters, then give it to Roy and he would catch up. And you could talk about anything you needed to talk about. He had also spent many afternoons questioning his sister as both a doctor (not her specialty, but he ignored it) and as a mum.
What should he be doing? Was he doing enough? When does he start the nursery? What's the best way to support you?
And while it was kind of annoying, it was way more endearing. Here was her baby brother, begging for information on how to be better to his pregnant girlfriend, when really, you didn't need anything right now. Just needed to know Roy was right beside you, which he was. In fact, he hated leaving your side.
It was driving you mental, but he was just worried. You are the love of his life, carrying his baby. Everything in the world he needed to protect.
You hear the stairs creak, much to the relief of the alarm system tech, and Roy comes into the room with a tray of lunch for you.
"Just thought you may be hungry," he said, placing the scrambled eggs and toast in front of you.
You loved eggs and toast.
But once the smell hit your nose, you were running away, throwing up into the toilet before you know what had hit you. Roy was right behind you, scooping all your hair up and rubbing your back, saying gentle, calming things in your ear.
"So no eggs," Roy mumbles, mostly to himself, "I'll remember that."
the size of a blueberry
"Roy," you sing the bedroom, "Come in here!"
Roy is up the steps and in the doorway of your room faster than ever, his knee thumping in the joint. You're standing in front the mirror, your reflection blocked from his view, only in your underwear. Which are tiny, and pink, and are almost enough to distract him from his worry.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
Almost enough to distract him...
"Do these look bigger to you?" you ask, facing him with your tits out, and his eyes leave your face, staying directly on your boobs.
He just looks at them for a second, heavy lidded eyes focused on your chest. He mumbles, lemme see, and comes closer to you, putting a rough palm up to cup your breast, thumb running across your nipple, making you gasp and moan.
"Oh yes," he says, "they feel bigger." He takes his other hand and repeats the same action to the other breast, and you moan again, looking up at him with your lip sucked into your mouth. "Softer too."
You moan as he leans down, swiping a gentle tongue across one of your nipples, and moving over to show equal love to the other. You wrap your hands in his curls, arching your back and forcing yourself more into him.
"Please, Roy," you moaned, hands cradling his head now, legs clenched tightly trying to find relief. "Need you."
"You have me," he whispered, righting him and putting his hands on your hips to spin you, walking you towards the bed. "You have me, baby."
He takes your hand, aiding you onto the bed like a gentleman, and when you're resting against the pillows comfortably, he takes his shirt off and crawls up your body like an apex predator.
Roy stops by your breasts, taking one of your sensitive nipples back into his mouth, he's gentle, and the way you're squirming and moaning under him confirms it's the right way to do it, anymore and it could hurt. One of his hands support him, and the other is toying with the waistband of your panties, ticking the edge of your skin with the most tender touches.
"Bet I could make you cum just from these tits, right now babe," he whispers, looking up at your face as he licks swiftly across the peak, and your face twists up in pleasure and a pout.
"I want more," you mumbled, back arching off the bed, searching.
"Anything you want, baby, it's yours." He would've promised you the crown. The world. Anything. "I'll take care of you, just lay back."
And his hand slips into your panties, parting the slick folds with one thick finger, moaning against the nipple in his mouth, and the vibrations in turn make you moan, pulling at his hair again.
"Jesus fucking christ, you're so wet," he moans, bringing a trail of kisses up to your neck, stopping just above your lips, he smiles, letting you wonder why he hasn't kissed you, before sliding his finger inside you, twisting it up immediately, finding the sweetest spot inside you. Your moan is more like a yell, your walls squeezing his finger. "What do you want? Hmm? Tell me and it's yours."
"Your mouth," you answer quickly, "please, your mouth."
"All yours baby," he says, kissing you quickly, but deeply, before pulling away and sliding down your body, not keen on making his girl wait one minute longer. Your panties are taken off, and Roy flings them over his shoulder, and does the same with one of your legs, propping it over his shoulder as he pushes the other one up and over, straight out by your hip to give him the access he needs.
And he makes quick work of it. One hand working a couple of fingers inside you, abusing that sensitive spot inside you, while his tongue works over your clit slowly, lovingly, hitting it from every direction and circling her like a wolf with a lamb. He sucks his mouth around your bud, flicking his tongue over it quickly a few times, as you tug on his hair. He doesn't care if you hurt him, you're doing all the heavy lifting, he can handle some rough hair pulling.
Roy brings your other thigh to rest on his shoulder as well, letting you clamp around his head, he doesn't mind, he likes it.
It's Roy bringing his free hand up to your tit that really does you in, his thumb is so gentle over your nipple, but it just makes everything feel so overwhelmingly good. He doesn't stop until you're screaming, drenching his fingers and chin, clenching around him like a vice. He stills his hands, and continues licking, but softly, coaxing you through your orgasm.
You whine as he pulls out his fingers, pawing at his pants as soon as he's crawled back up enough for you to reach, he chuckles, helping you yank them down his legs.
"Feral little minx," he mutters, cock springing free and mouth back on your tits, "fuck," he moans, "love these fucking tits."
"Baby, fuck me, please... pretty please," you beg.
And who the fuck was he to deny you when you asked so nicely? You cradled his face, hands on both his cheeks, and he watches your face as he lines himself up with your core, bottoming out in one sturdy stroke.
"Fuck baby, that's so fucking wet," he moans, eyes shut tight in pleasure, the pump of his hips languid, and deep.
His elbows are on either side of your head, caging you in, almost acting like a shield to the outside world. And he thrusts consistently, looking right at you with all the love in the world. You're safe. You feel safe. And you moan, hands moving into his hair and over his under his arm to wrap around his back, digging your nails in and bringing him close.
"I love you, baby," he mumbles, "I love you so fucking much, gunna give you as many babies as you want, anything you want."
"I love you, Roy," you moan, "please, m'close."
And he drops his mouth to your tits again, licking across a nipple and that's all it takes to throw you over the edge. Back arched impossibly high, Roy's hot mouth on your chest, you gripped his hair and dug your claws into deep half moons on his back.
"Fuck," he groans loudly, following quickly behind you, filling you up and still moving slowly inside you. "Fuck, baby."
Roy rolls off you, wrapping an arm under your neck and letting the other rest over your belly. "I love you," he whispers, thumb rubbing slowly over your soft skin. You don't know if he's talking to you or the baby.
You don't know if it matters.
the size of a raspberry
"This is going to be a little cold," the ultrasound technician said, squirting a pile of freezing goop on your stomach.
Roy gives your hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes staying locked on the screen, waiting impatiently for the image of his baby on the screen. He'd been bouncing with excitement all morning. He refused to go to work, instead choosing to stay with you and have breakfast together, and walk through the park, and just be with you.
But now he just wanted to see.
"There we go," the technician points to the screen, "there's the baby."
"And everything looks okay?" you ask, eyes glued to the screen like Roy.
"Everything looks great, mom." The technician moved the wand around a little, digging in just a bit to find the heartbeat. "There it is, do you hear it? That's the heartbeat, sounds strong."
"Hear that Roy? Sounds..." you trail off when you look up at Roy, and his eyes are filled with tears, a few sliding down his cheeks, and his lip is quivering, like he can't quite believe what he's seeing? "Baby?"
Roy just looks down at you, eyes shiny with love and tears, and leans over to kiss you on the forehead, free hand coming to cradle the side of your face, thumb brushing over your forehead. He doesn't say anything, just returns his attention to the monitor.
And he can't fucking believe his luck, his best girl and the little treasure you're carrying.
as big as a strawberry
Roy was a private guy, but he was fucking dying to tell everyone about his baby. His leg was bouncing as Ted and Beard bickered back and forth about a play idea they had. He didn't even realize they'd stopped to look at him, expecting a snarky remark or input of some kind, but they just saw him lost in thought.
"Okay there, buddy?"
"What?" Roy realized they were staring at him. "M'fine, what was the question?"
Ted and Beard exchanged a look, but said nothing else about it. Roy gave his inputs about the play, and Ted corrected a few things on the whiteboard, but Roy's attention faded away quickly after.
You'd been sick all morning, vomiting and cramps and he'd wanted to stay home with you, but you'd insisted it was just par for the course, and that you would be okay alone. But it didn't feel right. Letting you go through all that alone and not even being at home for it, but Ted and Beard had just gotten back from America, and it was time to start working again before getting into pre-season training.
But he didn't want to miss anything. What if you needed him?
"Roy?"
"Hm?" he grunts in response, "what?"
"It doesn't seem like you're really on the farm right now," Ted says, twisting his face into a concerned smile. "Where are ya, pal?"
"Nowhere," Roy said, trying to focus. "I'm here."
"Need a meeting of the diamond dogs?"
"No," he grunts, "no meeting, just.. let me go make a quick call then I'll zero in, okay?"
He doesn't wait for an answer before he's rushing out of the room, finding an isolated hallway. You answer after a few rings, sounding groggy, like you'd just woken up.
"Everything okay, babe?" you ask.
Roy chuckles, "was gunna ask you that."
"I'm fine, a little dizzy so I'm staying in bed, but cramps are gone and no more puke."
"Dizzy? Is that normal? Should we go to the doctor?"
You laugh, "I'm growing a person, being a little dizzy is normal, babe."
"I can be there in ten minutes," Roy said, "Call me if anything doesn't feel right."
"I will," you promise. "Go do some work, Tartt is gunna be all over you in just a few weeks, you gotta be ready."
"Ugh, okay. Tell the baby I love them."
the size of a plum
It had been exactly three months.
You were about to start the second trimester. You weren't quite showing yet, any bloating easy to hide under a big shirt, but it was time to start telling people.
Roy never wanted to share anything, but he was so relieved to be able to share this. Now he won't have to be so secretive about needing to call you, and why he can't stick around for drinks, or why he has to go home at lunch to bring you bread and butter pickles.
He didn't exactly care about the team knowing about his personal life, but he wanted Ted and Beard to be in the loop so he could leave anytime you needed him.
You were supposed to come down at lunch to bring a new ultrasound to show Ted and Beard.
Roy was anxiously watching the door waiting for your arrival.
You were walking down the hallway, a skip in your step as you went to meet Roy. After his work day, you were going over to his sister's to tell Pheebs the good news, and you were just excited to get it out in the open.
Jamie spotted you walk into the locker room, and had the same goofy grin on his face he always had when he saw you.
"Mrs. Grandpa!" he chirps, running up to you and scooping you into a brotherly bear hug, spinning you around a few times.
You were laughing. You always saw Jamie as an annoying younger brother, but you were fond of him.
"Hey, whistle!!!!!" Roy belts from the office door, rushing over to the two of you and getting you out of Jamie's arms and back on the ground, hand landing protectively over your stomach before he can think twice about it. You put your hand over Roy's smiling at him reassuringly.
"It's fine Roy, m'not made of glass."
Roy just grunts, rubbing his thumb back and forth.
"Oh shit," Jamie says, eyes wide and eyebrows raised, "there a baby in there?"
"What!?" is heard from the office, Ted and Beard tumble out of the room on each others heels, "a baby?"
"I was going to tell you today," Roy said, taking the ultrasound from you and handing it over to the coaches, "but obviously Tartt fucking spoiled it." The coaches both kept their eyes on the little photo with stars in their eyes, excited for you guys, and also excited to have a baby around the track.
"Hey," Jamie whined, "I just was sayin' hi!"
"Yeah well, keep your hands to your fucking self from now on." Roy wrapped an arm around your shoulders, kissing your forehead quickly. He never was a fan of PDA, but now that you were carrying his little baby, he couldn't seem to keep his hands off of you.
Roy kept you around the office for the rest of the day, mostly sitting in his chair, and then moving to lay in Rebecca's office when you got uncomfortable.
Keeley was there, getting promos organized to get people excited for the upcoming season, and she had nonstop questions. Boy or girl? Do you have a name picked out? Do you have the nursery started? Can she help decorate it?
You promised she could, and she was already squealing with excitement, starting a pinterest board of ideas.
Jamie, obviously, couldn't keep his mouth shut, and the whole team knew by the end of training. Everyone was excited, everyone was already bursting at the seems to meet the babe, even though there were still months left to go.
Roy came to collect you early, Ted insisted that you should be out of here and on with your day. Keeley wrapped Roy in a tight hug as you gathered your things, promising to find the cutest decorations for the nursery. He looked to you in question, but said nothing, just nodded at her.
It was a challenge, getting you away from Keeley, she had so much to say, so much bouncy excitement that she wanted to share.
Roy led you to the car, around wrapped around you the entire time, like he was afraid something was coming for you. He opened the car door for you, helping you climb in, and stepping up to make sure your seatbelt was on. You rolled your eyes, but there was no use arguing with him.
"Hey babe?" you said when he got into the driver's seat, "I won't be able to climb into this thing forever."
He looked at you in shock, like he'd never even considered that. "Do I have to get a new car?"
"Maybe? Would it be so horrible? Not like you have to get rid of this one, but is this what we want to drive a baby around in?"
"No you're right," he said, "I guess I didn't think about it."
"We're not in a rush, babe."
"Yes we are," he said, "and that's okay. Six months is gunna fly by and I need things done. I need the nursery started, I need the house baby proofed, I need hospital bags packed..."
"We have time," you said, reaching across the console to take his hand in yours.
He seems to calm at that, squeezing your hand three times softly.
When he parks at his sister's house, he rushes to your side to help you out of the car, noticing the hop you have to do out of the car suddenly fills him with worry, and he makes a mental note that a new car is the first thing that he needs.
Dinner goes as nicely as always, a beautiful supper with a few laughs. Save for missing your usual glass of wine, it was a nice night. It was dessert being served that was time to tell Phoebe the good news.
She looked around at all the adults, who obviously had something to tell her, and the poor thing got nervous.
"Is it something bad?" she asked, lips turned down slightly.
"No, no," Roy said, shaking his head. "No, we have good news for you." He held his hand out to her, letting her put her little palm in his, and he held it tightly. And then took yours as well.
"You're getting married?"
Roy smiles, "no, not yet. Maybe someday soon though."
"Then what?"
"We're having a baby," you said, smiling.
And Pheebs smile lit up the room, looking back and forth between her mum and Roy, then finally her sights landed on you. "He should marry you!"
You all laughed. "Let's finish having this baby first, then we can bug him about that after, yeah?"
as big as an avocado
"Roy!" you shout from the couch, hand on your stomach, and afraid to move. Afraid to ruin the moment.
"What!?" he shouts, sprinting down the steps to get to you, "what is it? What's wrong?"
"C'mere," you said, smile bright as the sun as you gesture him closer, he sits beside you. "Put your hand here," you say, laying his exactly where yours had been.
Your bump was starting to grow, pants started to get too tight. And it was beautiful. And now...
"He moved!" Roy shouts, grinning ear to ear, maybe the biggest smile you'd ever seen on him. His eyes were glossy, and he shuffled himself around so he could lay his head on your stomach, whispering secrets to the bump.
"Still so sure it's a boy, huh?"
"Roy Kent the second, football prodigy."
"I love you," you say, running your fingers through Roy's hair, "but we're not naming him Roy Kent."
as big as a mango
You can't stop crying.
Roy's been holding you for two hours, shushing you rubbing up and down your back, but the tears won't stop coming. He's having a hard time keeping it together, he feels awful, like he's failing you. But you're just so tired, and you can't get comfortable. And everything is overwhelming, and you can't even say anything. You just keep crying.
"Baby, please, what can I do?" Roy sighs, kissing the top of your head. "I need you to drink some water, you've cried so much. Take a sip, yeah?" He reaches for the cup of water on the bedside table, and helps you take a few small sips, your hiccups making it hard.
"What do you need darling?"
"I'm so tired," you say, "but I can't sleep."
"I don't know... maybe if I help you sleep like I used to? Would you want that?"
"You don't have to do that," you blush, "I probably look so unattractive."
"You've never, ever looked unattractive to me." He kisses the side of your head, "let's just see if it helps."
His hand slides over the swell of your small bump, and then wriggles into the top of your pants. The feeling of his thick fingers parting your folds, makes you forget how uncomfortable you were a moment ago. You close your eyes, and let Roy do what he does best, make you feel good.
His lips are constantly on you, kissing your temple as he praises you for being so brave, and strong, while his fingers work themselves inside you, his thumb running expert circles over your clit. He's not taking his time, he's using every trick he know will make you cum faster, desperate in his attempt to get you to sleep.
You moan and squirm against him, gripping the sheets in your fists, and he angles his arm a little differently to hit that sweet spot inside you, and with a couple flicks of that, you're hitting your high, squeezing the life out of his fingers, floating back down to earth softly, with Roy kissing your head and telling you just how much he loves you.
You're asleep before he pulls his fingers out.
as big as a coconut
Fake contractions were going to be the death of Roy.
You'd learned after a couple that just shuffling around will make them stop, but for him, everytime you wince and grab your now much more swollen stomach, he's ready to grab you and throw you in his car.
His much less cool, baby friendly, four door minivan, that he surprisingly doesn't hate.
So he keeps close by, insisting on being in the same room as you, and wanting constant text updates throughout the day.
Now, you were sitting in a rocking chair in the newly painted nursery, blue walls with lots of big clouds painted around, and a few soft rainbows, while Roy assembles the crib. He's knees were killing him, but he didn't trust anyone else to help make the crib his baby would be sleeping in.
And there was no way he was going to let you out of that chair to help.
"Babe? Keeley just got here, I'm gunna go let her in," you said, starting to stand when Roy jumps up.
"Don't be a muppet," he says, rushing out of the room shouting, "sit back down!" as he goes to let her in.
Keeley's following behind him with bags of stuff, and she's in awh of the room so far. There wasn't much done, a few shelves put up, pale yellow curtains, and some of Pheebs favourite books from years ago that she insisted the baby have, and half a crib. But still, it was coming along nicely.
"This is beautiful babes," she said, dropping all the bags on the floor, crouching beside you right away. "Can I touch?"
You nodded, smiling, and Keeley rubbed her hands together, warming them up before laying her hands on your belly. "Awh, there you little turnip, oh!" Keeley gasped, "she's wigglin' around!"
"He," Roy corrects, already back at work on the crib.
"And what do you think momma?" Keeley asked, thumbs brushing over where the baby was kicking at her.
"I think girl," you said, "but I'll be happy with healthy."
Roy grunts in agreement. Keeley pulls away, clapping once, "all right, look at what I've got you."
Keeley pulls out stuffed animals, comfy pillows for breastfeeding, a few wall decorations. Just some nice things to put around the room, make it feel more lively. Make it all feel real. You were over the halfway mark, and Roy hadn't been kidding, time was flying.
"Oh, nearly forgot the most important thing!" She rushes out of the room, and comes back with a huge pillow, shaking it aggressively. "Pregnancy pillow! I mentioned to Ted that you were having trouble sleeping, and he said this had helped Michelle when she was having Henry. He also said that Roy should've googled that by now."
Roy looks up, but says nothing, and returns to his work.
No point in starting an argument he has no way of winning.
As Keeley got to work deciding where some of the wall pieces she bought should go, you rubbed a soothing hand over the swell of your stomach, happy to be in this moment. Roy looks at you, and smiles, soft and gentle, like the dad he was going to be, and send you a sly wink, before carrying on with what he was building.
Everything was going to be better than okay, everything was going to be great.
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I’m sure someone else has done this but I had yet to see it
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When Fili is very young he starts to notice people referring to him as Thorin's heir and he doesn't know what that means so he goes to his uncle for an explanation the only problem is Thorin happens to be a bit distracted at that particular moment and so instead of explaining it in a more kid-friendly manner he says something like "it means when I die you become the king" and Fili being you know, a child, doesn't take this well and immediately assumes his beloved uncle Thorin is gonna drop dead tomorrow and he's suddenly going to have to do this stressful job with massive responsibilities when he doesn't even know how to spell yet so he starts crying and before Thorin can start doing damage control Kili asks what's wrong and Fili very helpfully cries "Uncle Thorin is going to DIE!" So now Kili's crying, Dis starts yelling because why would you say that to a child, the boys are bawling, and Thorin kind of wishes he was dead
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