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POV: Dating Joel Miller moodboard

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one thing I will always be a fan of is a wet Miller

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ellie’s community…

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PEDRO PASCAL Celine Song's 'Materialists' | Trailer 3

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PEDRO PASCAL ‘THE FANTASTIC FOUR: FIRST STEPS’ photocall in Mexico City

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Oh Joel miller, the fashion king you are

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Shimmer for half the season

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joel isn’t good at saying “i love you”, but he shows it in ways that words can't express.

he cuts you fresh flowers in the morning from his garden, arranging them in a beige vase on the kitchen table so you can see them when you wake up.

he cleans and laces up your boots for your patrols, making sure they are well kept since you can't care less about maintaining them.

he braids your hair on the porch while you sit in his lap, smiling at the end at how beautiful you look, planting a soft kiss on your temple.

he builds and carves you anything you want even after only mentioning it once, like your rustic vanity and a small deer sculpture that sits on your nightstand.

he gently wipes your tears when you cry, bringing you into his chest as his hand runs down your back, soothing you with his soft voice and warm touch.

he takes off his jacket and drapes it over your body when he notices you’re shivering in the middle of winter.

he calls out of patrol and stays home by your side during your time of the month, knowing you need some extra love and support despite telling him you can take care of yourself.

he gazes at you and listens attentively as you let out all of your problems and worries, his presence providing you comfort when you can't seem to get out of your own head.

he holds you in his big arms until you fall asleep, lightly grazing your soft skin with his fingers. he kisses your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. upon deafened ears, his voice vulnerable and tender, he musters up the courage to murmur those three little words.

“i love you”

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Running If You Call My Name

❥ dbf!joel / f!reader x joel miller

❥ (18+) nsfw

❥ reader insert

❥ medium burn, no outbreak au. some timelines are changed to fit the story.

dividers by @/saradika !

warnings: fluff, mentions of loss of a parent, lots of emotions, breeding k!nk if you squint

word count: < 500 (sorry!)

author’s note: hi! thank you sm for reading my first joel miller/tlou fic !! i did not expect it to get this much love but i am so grateful that so many of you have enjoyed it. writing this story has taught me so many things and i look forward to writing again in the future. xxx

tag list: @foxin5billion, @persiar9, @ivoryandflame, @victoriaholland, @zen3ca & @glitterspark ♡

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Chapter 14. (End)

Brown was the color of the hair on your baby boy’s head when Joel placed him into your arms. Childbirth was an experience nothing could have truly prepared you for—more guts, more agony, more euphoria than the movies ever let on.

The fear melted from Joel’s face the moment your son wrapped his tiny hand around Joel’s large index finger. You knew in your heart that every bit of pain that led you to this moment had been entirely worth it. There was no room for doubt as Joel leaned down, whispering praises into your ear, his fingers threading gently through your hair.

~

Pop and Sarah turned out to be the dream team you hadn’t realized your son absolutely needed. From help with midnight feedings to babysitting so you and Joel could sneak in a nap, they became your everyday superheroes.

Pop was especially emotional the day you brought your son home. The baby wore a little shirt printed with his full name and it took Pop a moment to realize his own name was right there, nestled between the baby’s first and last. You hadn’t seen him cry like that since your mother’s passing.

~

Facetime calls with his sissy made your boy beam every single time without fail. As the months passed and his features took shape, it became clearer—he favored Joel more and more with each passing day.

When Sarah brought her partner, Dex, home for the holidays, the two of them smothered the baby with love and attention, giving you and Joel the rare chance to do the same for each other.

~

On his first birthday, he got his first taste of cake and had a blast demolishing it. He was a chunky monkey, a real good eater, and he took his first steps with a little help from Uncle Tommy.

Joel and his younger brother bonded with the boy that summer, taking him fishing for the first time, just like they had done with their own father. Watching your child bring so much joy into the world was nothing short of magic.

~

This time, you were ready. You weren’t exactly trying, but you weren’t trying to prevent it either. Joel waited anxiously as you sat on the bathroom counter, the three little tests lined up beside you. The look on his face as each pair of twin lines appeared was priceless.

He pulled you down from the counter and took you to bed, showing you exactly how it made him feel to know he’d put another baby inside you.

You ran your fingers through Joel’s salt-and-pepper hair and pulled him in for a kiss as he hovered above you. He tasted like spearmint gum and smelled like home. And in that moment, you couldn’t imagine ever letting go. He was yours, and you were his. Forever.

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girls will say “this healed me” and it’s just pedro pascal’s massive biceps on jimmy kimmel

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i’m not okay </3

your name is joel miller. you’re twenty-one years old. a doctor has just put a screaming, red-faced bundle named sarah in your arms while you stand at your exhausted, bleary-eyed girlfriend’s side. the baby is all frizzy hair and a scrunched up face, and something shifts in you as she wraps her whole tiny fist around your pinky finger and looks directly into your soul. if you didn’t have a purpose before, you have one now. on your wrist, the second hand on your father’s old watch marks the start of your new life.

you’re twenty-five years old. it’s just you and sarah now, and despite all the chaos of raising a young child, you like it that way. your life is a precarious balance of preschools, babysitters and construction sites, and sarah fills every minute with noise and laughter and light. uncle tommy - who relishes his title - helps out when he can whenever he’s not on active duty, and between the two of you, it feels like the mistakes of the past are being overturned. the seconds tick steadily by.

you’ve been thirty-six years old for less than 48 hours. you’re sitting in a triage tent while an overwhelmed, overworked paramedic stitches shut a fresh wound on your right temple. your brother sits and watches with a potent mix of horror and understanding in his eyes. every few minutes, the sounds of screams followed by gunfire ring out in an effort to cull the herd, and every time your hands ball into fists at your sides. her blood has dried into the fabric of your shirt, which you still haven’t had a chance to change out of. you will never take her to another concert, watch another movie, see her graduate, walk her down the aisle. your watch is shattered, still and silent.

you’re fifty-six years old. your life is an endless rotation of thankless menial labour and illicit activities that earn you the begrudging respect of your oppressors. you have a lover who looks at you like you’re a dying sun, fading but still radiating heat. a terrorist has made you an offer you can’t refuse in the form of a foul-mouthed fourteen-year-old with no sense of self-preservation. she’s nothing like sarah, and it’s easy enough to keep her at arm’s length. nothing goes according to plan, and soon it’s just you and her, this distorted funhouse mirror image of the daughter you remember. you glance at your watch reflexively and remind yourself this is only a job.

you’re fifty-seven years old, and you’ve been through hell and back. it’s ellie’s fifteenth birthday - one sarah didn’t live to see - and she’s etched herself as deeply in your heart as the moth you painstakingly carve into the neck of her restored guitar. you tell yourself the cycle of violence has been broken, despite the trail of bodies left in your wake and the lie that weighs heavy between you. for that lie, you’ve been rewarded with a second chance at a life you no longer dreamed possible. outside the wall of your new safe haven, a bitten refugee is turned away and shot at a distance.

you’re sixty-one years old, and you’ve just lied to her. again. this time, she won’t look at you. her back is ramrod straight as she rides ahead of you, the slightest hint of a long-healed tattoo poking out from beneath her sleeve. your jacket smells like gunpowder as a grieving widow falls into your arms. she refuses to follow the script, the fury in her eyes cutting into you far deeper than the stinging of your cheek. the watch has never felt heavier or tighter on your wrist as she turns away from you.

you’re sixty-two years old. you still wear your father’s watch out of habit. your back aches and your eyes strain when you lean over a work table now, having been afforded the luxury of growing old in a world that’s determined to kill you. she hasn’t spoken to you in nine months - a full-term silence - but she’s there, she’s dancing, she’s thriving. your lie has given her a chance at life. that night you hear her footsteps crunching in the snow, and the spell is broken. she wants to forgive you, and that’s enough. you’ll need to get a good night’s sleep tonight - you have patrol tomorrow, and at some point you need to ask dina what her intentions are with your daughter. even as your watch is silent, the seconds keep ticking by.

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crazy how pedro puts everything into joel’s eyes.

like, his stare says it ALL.

pedro pascal, your emmy is coming

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Hi! How are you?? I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if you could do Joel and girlfriend reader where she falls asleep on him while they are visiting some of his friends and he just gets all protective over her and wraps her up in his arms or something like that. If not totally ok❤️I love your work! Keep it up! 🥰🥰

Sweet evening

Warnings: none really, very much fluff

The evening unfolds effortlessly— laughter from the left, some conversations from the right. The apartment is cozy, warm, the lights are dimmed and the atmosphere is comfortable. Joel and you are nestled on the couch, his one hand on your thigh, the other one holding a beer.

But you feel suddenly the fullness of the meal you just had hitting and alcohol was already making you all hazy so you grew really tired. And by just listening to your man talk about all of the important things that was going on in his life with his brother, you felt your eyelids slowly closing.

And joel notices. He feels your weight suddenly on his shoulder as he sees your slumped up on him, little breaths leaving your lips and eyes all closed.

Cute. He thinks to himself.

“C’mere” he whispers, gently pulling you into him so your head rests against his thigh. You only hum, putting your legs up on the rest of the couch and nuzzling your face further into his thigh.

“Needs her beauty sleep.” He shrugs to tommy, who chuckles.

And while the evening continues slowly you sleep on your mans thigh, while he has one hand tightly wrapped on your arm and the other one softly stroking your hair.

And whenever you wake up half asleep he whispers sweet nothings into your hair.

“Gonna stay a bit longer and then we’re going, sweet girl.”

“Look at those pouty lips.”

“Sweetest girl.”

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Running If You Call My Name

❥ dbf!joel / f!reader x joel miller

❥ (18+) nsfw

❥ reader insert

❥ medium burn, no outbreak au. some timelines are changed to fit the story.

dividers by @/saradika !

warnings: pregnancy, soft joel, fluff, joel acting like a damn sugar daddy

word count: 1.4k

tag list: @foxin5billion, @persiar9, @ivoryandflame, @victoriaholland, @glitterspark & @zen3ca

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Chapter 13

The unforgiving summer sun was blazing down at you through the untinted windows of Joel’s old pickup truck. You sighed, pulling down the visor in a failed attempt to keep the heat from frying you.

“Sorry, baby, we should have come in your car.” Joel said, placing his hand over your overheated thigh.

“No, you know I can barely get out of that thing. It’s so low to the ground.” You chuckled, running a palm over your round stomach. You were unbelievably approaching the eight month mark.

Joel’s hand moved up and pressed down on top of yours. His touch never failed to give you butterflies. The tender moment must have affected the baby, because it started to kick wildly as soon as the weight of Joel’s large hand landed on top of yours.

“I’m telling you, we’ve got a kangaroo cookin in there.’” Joel chuckled, turning his eyes back to the road.

“That would explain all the damn pressure on my bladder. I swear I’ve never used so many public bathrooms in my life.” You cringed.

“Listen here, little miss or mister, leave Mommy’s organs be or you’ll have to deal with me.”

“You’re going to be the softest daddy there ever was.”

“You hush, it can hear you.”

“I’m sorry but calling them ‘it’ will never fail to make me laugh.” You chuckled.

“I’m sorry, they can hear you downplaying the wrath of Dad.” Joel said as he pulled into the fourth car dealership you’d visited that day.

“I guess you can be kind of scary when you misplace your tools.” You said, unbuckling your seatbelt. Joel jumped out of the truck and crossed around to help you out.

“Easy, girl.” He said with a look of pride on his face. He loved taking care of you like you were his delicate flower, pregnant and swollen with his baby.

“I may look like a cow, but I assure you there is no milk to be found here.”

“Be patient, I’m sure it’ll come in when it’s time.”

“I’m still nervous, what if it doesn’t?”

“Then we will figure something out, darlin, one thing at a time.”

“We should have called ahead to see if they have the model you’re looking for.”

“And miss out on this quality time with my baby? Never.” Joel said as he led you to the building to look for the safest, best quality vehicle to surprise Sarah with.

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“It’s perfect.” You said.

“Black? Don’t you think she’d prefer the purple?”

“Be serious, Joel.” You said with a giggle. Sarah would love the sleek black Hyundai Elantra. It was perfect for her needs, very safe to drive and an excellent choice to get around at college.

“Alright, you girls share a brain cell so I’ll listen to ya’.”

“Good boy.”

“We’ll take it, but let’s take a look at those mini vans y’all got up front there first.” Joel said, winking at you.

“Joel-”

“Let’s just have a look, mama.” He said, leading you away.

The minivans were glorious; they accommodated every possible need that a first time mom could ever have. You had been nervous about taking the baby anywhere in the pickup or your small car, so it was a wonderful idea. Each different model just got better and better. Joel watched in amusement as you gushed at all of the amenities.

“That the one ya’ want, mama?” He asked when you had been foaming at the mouth over the sheer amount of space in the back. You could easily imagine yourselves taking camping trips and grocery shopping with no issue.

You looked up at Joel with a bit of concern and a whole lot of gratitude. “But-”

“Then it’s yours.” He said as he chewed on a toothpick.

~

You were flying high, dopamine was plentiful in your brain as you made dinner that evening. You were making bolognese at Pop’s house. The guys celebrated the new vehicle purchases with a case of beer in the backyard. It made your heart full to have it all after so many months of despair at the idea of never getting to have this life with Joel. You wondered just how everything managed to fall perfectly into place. Pop had been over the moon, falling out of his chair when you gave him a shirt that said “Best Grandpa in the Lone Star State” shortly after you’d broken the news to Joel.

After the initial shock had settled, he congratulated the two of you, vowing to live up to the title on his shirt. You would never forget the look on Joel’s face. His eyes watered, something you didn’t see very often. He embraced you and Pop at the same time. It was one of many memories together that you’d cherish for the rest of your life.

~

After dinner, Sarah begged to go shopping with her friend, Dex, who was going to college in New York with her. She said her goodbyes and promised not to be home too late, leaving you and Joel to walk back home alone together.

“Does this ever feel unreal to you?” You asked Joel, whose hand was in yours.

“Of course. Every time I get to wake up to that sweet face o’ yours.” He said with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

“You always know just what to say.”

“Well shucks,” He said in a joking voice, “I just know how lucky I am that you put up with my shit.”

“You were a dick for a little bit, but you had a point. You were just afraid, unsure.”

“Some risks are worth taking.” He said, unlocking the front door and placing his hand on your lower back to lead you inside.

He tossed the keys into the bowl on the entryway shelf and you went to the kitchen and started to put away the leftovers from dinner at Pop’s when you heard Joel running the bath. He appeared back in the kitchen moments later to lead you into your shared ensuite bedroom.

“Bath time for you two.” He rubbed your stomach and kissed your neck.

“Does daddy want to join us?”

“I get to join? ‘Course I will.” Joel said, pouring in some bath salts and lighting a candle as you began to undress. He intervened, stripping the remaining items of clothing off of you before helping you into the deep garden bathtub.

You moaned at the relief that came as the pressure was relieved from your aching back. Joel stripped and got into the tub, sitting across from you. The bubbles were growing higher and higher around you until Joel turned the faucet off, gently pulling your foot towards him and rubbing it.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” You moaned as he massaged your feet.

“I bet, I’m sorry you have to be in so much pain.”

“It will be so worth it.”

“Do you ever just want to just find out what it’s going to be?” Joel asked.

“Honestly… Yeah.” You giggled.

“I don’t care either way, but it’s just so exciting.”

“We’ve only got a few more weeks before we find out. We’ve made it this far.” You chuckled, pulling your foot back and scooting over to lay your head on Joel’s chest. His heart drummed steadily as you touched the wet curls of hair on his chest. “Do you like me all big and pregnant still?”

“Baby, what kind of question is that?” He rubbed his hands down the sides of your body, landing on your round stomach.

“I just don’t really recognize myself, I don’t always feel the best like this.”

“I find you so attractive like this, I'm reminded that you’re mine now every time I look at you.”

“I love you.” You said, holding onto him.

“I’m so in love with you.” He kissed the top of your forehead.

~

After rinsing off in the shower, Joel lathered you in lotion from head to toe. You felt soft and well cared for, but it only got better when Joel initiated your favorite bedtime routine. He spooned you and rubbed your back, until his body naturally urged him to focus on kneading your ass, which made you giggle. He was obsessed with touching you, holding you, pleasuring you.

“That’s not my back, Sir.” You playfully scolded.

“It’s a part of your backside and it requires just as much attention as your shoulders.” Joel chuckled.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“I have every intention of finishing, darlin’” He said, burying his face into your neck from behind.

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Running If You Call My Name

❥ dbf!joel / f!reader x joel miller

❥ (18+) nsfw

❥ reader insert

❥ medium burn, no outbreak au. some timelines are changed to fit the story.

dividers by @/saradika !

warnings: pregnancy, angst, vomiting, morning sickness, mentions of organs

word count: 1.5k

tag list: @foxin5billion, @persiar9, @ivoryandflame, @victoriaholland & @zen3ca

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Chapter 12

Keeping secrets from Pop was one thing. That was a crime done in the name of love. Keeping secrets from Joel was harder, done in the name of fear. All of the sneaking around you had done before coming clean was nothing compared to the nerves of hiding your pregnancy from your boyfriend.

“Jesus, why do they call it morning sickness?” You whined to Sarah who was over at your house while Pop and Joel were out fishing. It was the week after New Years. “This shit lasts all day.”

“My God, women really got the short end of the stick in life. Periods, pregnancy… I can’t imagine how gross it must feel to have a person sucking the nutrients from your body… like a little acorn sized vampire.” She chuckled, reading an anime magazine.

“It’s not horrible yet aside from the all day sickness! Yeah, I’m changing the name to ‘all day sickness.’”

“You have every right to do as you please, queen.”

“I’m going to the doctor for the first time tomorrow.” You said, scooping some vanilla ice cream into your mouth. It was the only thing you could tolerate. “Do you wanna go with me?”

Sarah peeked over the top of her magazine, which looked all wrong considering she was laying upside down on the sofa with her feet in the air. “And miss school? Some stepmother you are.” An evil grin spread across her face. “Of course, duh.”

You held a long pause at the word “stepmother”. “Umm, at least one of us is excited.” You chose not to address the scary word that was likely meant as a joke.

“Well yeah, gotta see what’s up with my sib. I’ll tell dad I’m having a rough period and he’ll let me stay.”

“I just feel bad about lying to him.”

“Yeah, when are you gonna tell him anyways?”

“Just gonna make sure it’s really happening. The doctor’s visit will set me right and I’ll tell him when he gets home from work.”

“Okie dokie.” Sarah said, returning to her magazine.

~

After a very nauseating morning you finally found yourself in the parking lot at the doctor’s office. Sarah was enthusiastic as ever, but promised to be chill and not ask five million questions. She was even allowed back into the exam room, but had to remain behind a curtain which was to everyone’s benefit.

The nurses took a urine sample and squeezed some ice cold gel onto your lower abdomen after laying you down onto a bed. The burn marks on your stomach had faded, but were still slightly discolored. When the wand went over them your skin broke out in goosebumps. Your good friend Nausea reappeared as the screen flicked on and you were face to face with your internal organs.

After a few moments of searching, the sonographer showed you a little splotch on the screen that held another tiny little splotch inside of it. It was your fetus. Yours and Joels’ little fetus. Sarah was allowed to look past the curtain and join you in awe. Tears formed in your eyes as she looked amazed, so much emotion sweeping over her features. She went over and grabbed your hand as the nurse explained that you were about twelve weeks along. Your fetus was strong and you heard its heartbeat.

The nurse asked if you wanted to do a non-invasive test to find out the sex of the baby and you said no. You didn’t want to know, but if you changed your mind at a later appointment you would request an anatomical scan. You wondered if Joel would want to know. Sarah wanted to know really badly. She sent you on your way home after recommending you take prenatal vitamins and assuring you that your morning sickness would subside as you got further into your second trimester.

On the way out, you felt like you were in a bubble, like you were not in reality, but all of that changed when you had to duck into the restroom to hurl.

“Mouthwash in my purse.” You whined to Sarah who patted your back and helped you over to the sink.

“Yeah, let's get your pregnant ass home now.” she said with a nervous chuckle.

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It was dinner time when Joel knocked and entered your home. You and Sarah were lounging on the couch and Pop was still on his way from work. Joel leaned down to give you a kiss and then ruffled Sarah’s hair, taking a seat beside her.

“How’s everyone doing?” Joel asked, looking between you. “Feeling better?” He asked Sarah.

“Hungry, borderline hangry.” Sarah said. “Can we get pizza for dinner?”

Joel nodded, “Yeah, sounds good to me, get a couple for everyone.” He said, pulling out his wallet and handing his card to Sarah.

“Hell yeah.” She said, getting busy with the task of ordering it.

“And you, baby doll?” He asked you.

“I’m okay today. Do you think we can go out for a walk?” You asked, reaching for Joel to help you up off of the couch.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Joel said, his brow furrowing but he went with you nonetheless.

As you made your way down the driveway, Pop pulled into it. “What’s shakin, bacon?” Pop asked Joel.

“Not much, gonna take a walk, Sarah’s ordering pizza.”

“Sounds good, see y’all in a bit.” Pop nodded, cutting the engine and taking his sweet time going inside.

“Everythin’ okay?” Joel asked you after a minute of walking. He was anxious, you could tell. Maybe he thought there was a problem. Maybe there was.

You looked down at the park at the end of the street. The streetlights glowed yellow and warm against the cool dark blue backdrop of the sky.

“Nothing wrong, per se. I just wanted to get some fresh air and talk to you about something.” You said, taking his large hand and locking your fingers together with his.

“I’m all ears, baby.”

“Joel, do you remember when we had that talk on Halloween?”

“The night your father almost caught us foolin’ around in your room?”

“That’s the one.” Your throat felt tight. You felt like as soon as you said the words he was going to drop your hand and run the other way.

“You’re pregnant?” Joel asked, freezing in place.

“Joel.”

“Tell me.” His hand was still in yours.

“Yes.”

It was quiet for a few seconds. It felt like half an hour passed before he finally spoke, “S’that why Bug missed school today?”

“She wanted to go to my first appointment with me.”

“You girls are going to be the death of me! Well, it’d better be a boy or else I’m toast.” Joel said, laughing and running a hand through his hair.

“You’re okay with it?”

“Baby, I’m more than okay with it. Are you?”

You sucked in so much air you almost coughed. Relief washed over you and you reached out for Joel. He obliged, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tight to his chest.

“No fucking wonder you ain’t been eatin’ good. I was wondering if you were sick or somethin’.”

“You noticed?”

“Did I notice if my little snack goblin didn’t eat? Yeah I noticed.”

“Joel, there’s gonna be another person who is most likely going to be a snack goblin.”

“We’re gonna have to load up then.” He said with a smile, pressing his lips against yours. You couldn’t help the tears that welled up in your eyes. You tried to hold them back, to not let them fall, but your emotions overwhelmed you. A sob wracked through your body.

“Shhh, s’okay, baby. I’m here with you. You have me. All of me. And a little bit of me right here.” Joel said, pointing to your stomach.

“Can we head back now?” You sniffled. Joel nodded, leading you home.

“Whataya think about moving in with us?” Joel asked after a few moments.

You’d just managed to stop crying when the tears came flooding back. You thought of Sarah. You thought of Pop. You thought about Joel’s guest room decorated as a nursery.

“What does Sarah think?”

“She’s been bugging me about it nonstop, she wants you home with us.”

“I’m just a few houses down, sir!”

“Is that a no?” Joel cocked his head.

“That’s a yes, but let me break it to Pop and we can start moving next week.” You said, wiping tears from your wet cheeks.

Joel stopped you and wrapped you in his arms right before you reached the driveway. “I don’t want you to ever be afraid to tell me something again, baby.”

“This one is pretty big news, I’m sorry.”

“I know, but you’re mine. I won’t ever be angry with you. I won’t turn my back on you.” Joel said, capturing your lips with his and holding onto your hips. His hands wandered between you after a moment, pressing gently over your stomach. “My baby’s gonna grow here.”

You realized this was going to be a different fatherhood experience for Joel. You pictured Pop and a child playing in the water hose, going fishing. Your heart swelled when you imagine Sarah holding the baby. You were going to do this together.