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American Soldier

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female!Reader

Prompt: American Solder by Toby Keith

Rating: 18+, a little angsty, a little fluffy, a little smutty. Warnings include: pregnancy, fingering, sex, language.

I intended to post this yeasterday but just didn’t get around to it. So here it is.

“I’m just trying to be a father, Raise a daughter and a son, Be a lover to their mother, Everything to everyone, Up and at them bright and early, I’m all business in my suit, Yeah, I’m dressed for success. From my head down to my boots”

The alarm blared and Sy groaned softly as he rolled over to slap the snooze button. You stirred next to him and rolled towards him. He pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he nuzzles your neck.

“Morning, Sy,” you whisper, eyes closed as you tilt your head back against the pillows.

“Morning, Bug,” he rumbles, his voice thick with sleep.

“How long do you have?” you whisper, sliding a hand up his hairy chest.

“Long enough to love on you,” he says, softly, stroking his calloused fingers down your side.

You sigh as his fingers drift over your thigh and slips between your thighs.

“Gonna miss this, Bug,” he whispers, stroking your folds with nimble fingers.

You stretch your leg over his thighs, spreading yourself open for your husbands wandering hands. “Gonna miss you too,” you gasp, as he pushes two fingers into you. You rock your hips into his hand and moan softly.

“Gotta be quiet, Bug, don’t wanna wake up the little ones, now.”

You bite your lip and then pull him into a kiss, allowing him to swallow your moans as he strokes you through an orgasm before grabbing your hips and turning his hips so he can slip into you.

He makes a noise deep from the back of his throat and it rumbles across your skin like thunder across the sky during a storm.

Your anxiety tinges your pleasure with bitterness as you cling to Sy’s shoulder as he rocks into you. Your breath mixes as you pant together, foreheads resting against each other as you try to savor your last moment together for a while.

“I love you, Bug,” Sy moans, as he cums deep inside you. He rubs at your clit bringing you over the edge with him.

You pant together and you lift your head to press a kiss to his forehead, “I love you too, Sy, so much.” Your lip trembles as the reality of your situation sets in and Sy rubs your arms.

“Please don’t cry, baby girl.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you say, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. “I’m trying to be brave, for you, for the kids. But I’m gonna miss you so much,” you sob, quietly.

He rubs your back and shushes you softly, “I know, I’m gonna miss you too, Bug, but it’s only 6 months. You’ll be so busy with the kids that they’ll fly by and I’ll be back by Christmas.”

You sniffle and tuck your head into his neck, “Last tour?”

“Last tour,” he confirms, “Last time then I’m all yours and you’re gonna begging to get rid of me.”

“Never,” you say, softly.

He chuckles, “We’ll just have to wait and see won’t we?”

You nod as you brush your nose against his scruffy jaw.

The alarm goes off again and Sy groans. “Time to get ready, will you wake the kids for me?”

You nod, kissing him softly before slipping out of bed and pull on a tshirt dress before heading down the hall towards the twins room. Slipping into the you kneel by Jonah’s bed and kiss his head, standing before stroke his hair and moving across the room to do the same to Ezra. “Wake up my sweet boys, it’s time to get up if you wanna say goodbye to daddy.”

Jonah wakes up and rubs his eyes. “He weaves today, Momma?” he asks in a small voice.

You nod, slowly and kiss his head again. Ezra is already out of bed and pulling on his slippers.

“Jonah! Wet’s go!” Ezra says jumping on his brothers bed. Jonah tucks himself into your side and you scoop him up into your arms and kiss his temple.

“Come on, boys, Momma will make you waffles,” you say, as Ezra darts into the kitchen with a whoop.

Jonah rests sleepily against your shoulder as you follow Ezra down the hall.

You’re just plating the boys waffle as Sy emerges from the bedroom in his camo suit. Your breath catches as you catch a glimpse of him freshly buzzed and clean shaven. You swallow back another wave of tears as he comes into the kitchen.

“Morning, boys,” he says, kissing each other their heads as they tear into their breakfast.

“Mornings, dad!” Ezra chirps around a mouthful of his waffle.

“Now, I’ll be back in a few months, while I’m gone you two need to be good for your momma, alright?”

The twins nod at him slowly, eyes big. “Yes, sir.”

Sy smiles, “Good boys, I’ll call you when I can alright.” He says, looking at you with a sad smile.

“We’ll be waiting, Sy,” you reply, slipping into his arms.

He kisses your head and squeezes you softly.

“Want some breakfast?”

He nods, “Yes, ma’am.” He takes a seat at the table as you make him a plate.

2 months later

You waited anxiously for the phone to ring. At 3am, the boys had long since passed out waiting for their dad to call. While you knew they wanted to see them, you knew they were already on their way to being crank little monsters in the morning. The screen lights up and you grab it answering it quickly.

“Hey, darlin’,” Sy says, face appearing in pixelated mess on the little screen.

“Hey, Sy,” you says, softly.

“Where are the boys?” he asks, eyes searching the screen.

“They passed out around midnight, they really wanted to see you but they were getting really cranky,” you say, turning the phone so he can see them sprawled on the couch.

“Fuck, I was hoping to wish them a happy birthday.”

You nod sadly and sy swipes a tired hand over his face.

“Do they hate me for missing their birthdays?” He asks, quietly.

You shake your head, “no, they miss you and I don’t think they quite understand the gravity of what do you do, but they don’t hate you,” you whisper.

“I miss them,” he says, sadness clouding his blue eyes, “I miss you too.”

“I miss you too, so much. Did you get our care package?” you ask, smiling at him.

He nods, beaming at you. “Yes, I did. Thank you, I loved the boys new school pictures they’re growing like weeds. I can’t believe they are in first grade already.

“They are and they look more like you everyday,” you murmur, settling back against the couch. “Seems like just yesterday they were tiny babies.”

He smiles, “When we get home, I promise we’ll try for a girl.”

You smile. “About that,” you say, reaching into your pocket you fish out the test you’d taken early in the week and hold it up for him to see. “I’m pregnant.”

His face is unreadable.

“Say something,” you whisper, chewing at your cheek.

“Have you seen your Ob?” He asks, ever the concerned husband.

You nod.

“That’s great, Bug, did you get a sonogram?”

You nod eagerly and pull out the small picture, holding it up close to the camera.

“Do you know what it is yet?”

You shake you head, “It’s still too early to tell.”

“How far along are you?” he asks, admiring the black and white image.

“2 months,” you murmur, eyes darkening.

“So that means it was that morning?”

You nod, “Yeah it was.”

“Fuck, I’m bummed I’m missing it.”

“I’m taking daily update pictures for you,” you say, softly.

“Thank you, Bug, have you told the boys yet?”

You shake your head, “I want them to hear it from both of us.”

“Good idea,” commotion rises behind him and he groans, “I gotta hi, Bug, kiss the boys for me and tell them I love them. I’ll call again when I can, (y/n/n).”

“Ok, I will, be safe,Sy,” you say, eyes tearing up.

“Love you, Bug,” he says, softly.

“I love you too,” you say, blowing a kiss.

He catches it and tucks it into his tactical vest before the line goes dead.

You sigh and drape a blanket over the boys, before sliding off the couch and padding to your bedroom. You slip into Sy’s side of the bed and pull his pillow close to your face to breath in his lingering scent and then start to cry.

Christmas Eve Eve

The airport was bustling with travelers, Christmas music poured through the speakers as you stood with a few other army wives waiting on their husbands. You rub your bump tenderly as you wait, the twins are practically vibrating with excitement as they wait for their father. Through the sea of camo, he finally emerges and the boys scream “Daddy!” in unison before launching themselves at him.

His beard has grown back and his face is lined with exhaustion but he’s still as handsome as ever. He lights up as he drops his bags to scoop up his boys in a tight hug. Around you people greet their spouses and you can hear happy sobs as Sy catches your eye.

The tears well up as the relief sets in and he sets the boys down. They run towards his bag and tug it on it as he approaches you with a determined stride.

“I missed you so damn much, Bug,” he murmurs, pulling you into a hug.

You cling to him as he holds you, pressing his nose into your neck and breathing in the smell of home. After a moment, He pulls away and steps back to take you in, one hand falling to smooth over your bump.

“Did you find out what it is?” he asks, softly as the boys drag the duffle closer.

You nod, eagerly and shy smile on your face.

“So?” Sy asks, excitement on his face.

“It’s a girl,” you blurt, a tear escaping as he lets out an excited whoop.

“We’re having a girl!” He announces to the rest of the airport as you swipe the happy tears that have escaped.

“Sy, come on, let’s go home,” you say tugging gently on his arm. He turns to you again and presses a kiss to your lips.

“I love you so fuckin much,” he says, cupping your face.

“Daddy said a bad word!” Jonah crows eyes wide in disbelief as Ezra giggles.

You shake your head, “He can put a dollar in the jar when we get home, come on, sweet boys.”

Sy gathers up his little family, shoulders his duffel and shepards them out of the airport. Happy to be home at last.

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