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Who Really Won? Part Twenty: Standing There Is You

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(warnings: swearing)

(pairing: travis kelce x f!reader)

(word count: 1.1k)

(series taglist: @kelcemenow @vir-tual @kmc1989 @kristencochefski1125 @calirindo @kkrenae @killatravtramp @luvvtrent @hearts4papayas @theimperiumchronicles @evernova)

Travis was nervous. He’d enlisted the help of his best friend, Patrick Mahomes, to help him get ready. He asked Brittany to take (y/n) out for the day to shop, get pampered, and call it a girls day. He really hoped (y/n) wouldn’t suspect anything. He didn’t tell anyone else about his plan since he didn’t want the surprise to be spoiled. 

The candles were set up, but not lit yet. White flower petals were scattered across the ground and a bouquet of gerbera daisies was laid at the base of a 8-foot heart covered in more white flowers. The heart was tied to the gate to the field of Arrowhead stadium – the same gate where Travis found (y/n). The same gate where he asked her to be his girlfriend. 

Now, it would be the same gate where Travis would ask (y/n) to marry him. 

—

(y/n) thought something was off about Brittany all day. There was almost too much excitement in her voice when she called to tell her she was stealing her for the day. There was something about the day Brittany had planned, too, certain things scheduled and having to be somewhere specifically at 8 pm. 

What was even weirder was that (y/n) barely heard from Travis. He usually texted her throughout the day and even sent her TikToks that made him think of her. She tried calling him a few times, but only once did he pick up. The conversation was brief and Travis sounded nervous. When (y/n) hung up, she stopped in her tracks and looked at Brittany. 

“Brittany, what is going on? Travis sounded really nervous on the phone.”

“I’m sure everything is fine. Come on, we’ve got a nail appointment in a half hour.”

“No, stop. Seriously, what is happening? There’s been something off about you all day, too.”

Brittany sighed, “Please just trust me, alright?”

“No, I’m scared.”

“I know nothing I say is going to convince you, but at least pretend? I promise you’ll find out tonight.”

(y/n) conceded, “Sure, let’s go.”

—

During the nail appointment, Brittany refrained from mentioning anything else about the day the girls had. She knew (y/n) would eventually catch on, but she wasn’t sure how much further she could deflect (y/n) from learning about the proposal. While (y/n) was moved to the nail drying station, Brittany messaged Patrick. 

Brittany: SOS…she figured out that something was off before our nail appointment. What do I do?

Patrick: Keep it simple. It’s a girls' day. 

Brittany: Is everything set up?

Patrick: We’re trying, but the wind is not our friend today. Travis is stressed out.

Brittany: Oh no…what do we do?Patrick: Let me see what he wants to do.

Brittany was on edge, but she couldn’t show it. The setup for the proposal wasn’t going as planned, and she could only imagine the stress Travis had on himself. She looked at her phone again when it buzzed. Another message from Patrick came through.

Patrick: We got it under control. Thank God for spray adhesive. 

Brittany: Good. Is everything still a go?

Patrick: Definitely. Bring her down for 8.

Brittany: Okay, see you then

Brittany managed to keep (y/n) distracted the rest of the afternoon. After the girls ate dinner, Brittany started driving to Arrowhead Stadium.

“Where are we going?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t, it’s a surprise.”

(y/n) sighed, “You know I hate surprises.”

“I think you’ll like this one,” Brittany said with a smile. 

“Honestly, just bring me home.”

Brittany’s smile fell. She hated lying to her friend all day and she knew the lack of contact with Travis was really getting to (y/n). 

“I’m sorry. I know I said it earlier, but just trust me for a little while longer.”

As she pulled into the parking lot of Arrowhead Stadium, (y/n) perked up. 

“What is that?” she asked, spotting the bright light coming from the field gate. 

Brittany parked the car and smiled at (y/n), “Go check it out.”

(y/n) hesitated for a second, then got out of the car. “If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

When she saw Travis, she felt relieved. He was okay. She walked closer, seeing the flower petals scattered everywhere, the giant heart made of flowers, and about fifty candles lit. The bright light was a neon sign that read “It was always you”. Her heart felt like it was pounding in her chest in anticipation. 

“Trav, what is all this?”

“Come here,” he instructed. She stepped forward and he took her hands in his. 

It’s go time, Travis. You got this.

“When you came into my life, I didn’t know you’d be the one to turn my whole life around. It killed me when you left, but things turned out to be better than they were when you came back. During that time, I realized how in love I am with you. (y/n), I am crazy about you. You are the best thing in my life.”

Travis got on one knee and pulled out the ring, “I’ve known you were the one since the day I found you standing at my door soaking wet waiting to tell me you love me. (y/n), will you marry me?”

Tears streamed down (y/n)’s face as Travis’ speech progressed. When he finally popped the question, she nodded and said, “Yes.” Relief ran through Travis’ body as he stood up and pulled her in by her waist. He kissed her, but the smile on his face interrupted it. 

“I’m so fuckin’ happy, baby,” he said as he kissed her cheek.

“Me too,” she said with a teary smile. 

Travis slid the ring on her finger, and (y/n) took the time to admire it. But it seemed familiar. 

“Wait a minute. Isn’t this your mom’s ring?”

Travis nodded, “She overnighted it.”

A few more tears escaped (y/n)’s eyes. She kissed Travis again and thanked him. She knew how much his mom meant to him, and having the ring on her finger made her feel so special. 

“You don’t need to thank me, baby.”

“Yeah, I do. I know how much that means to you.”

“You know me too well, baby,” he said, kissing her again. 

Brittany and Patrick watched the scene from the car. 

“They’re so fricken cute,” she complimented as she sniffled. She’d been crying since Travis’ speech started. 

“Not as cute as us, though.”

“Shut up, he just proposed.”

“Are you saying we’re not cute?”

“We are, but they just got engaged!”

“Yeah, you’re right. But if we’re not the best man and maid of honor, they’re not getting a wedding gift from us.”

Brittany laughed, “Okay, deal.”

The attention was turned back to Travis and (y/n) as he shouted, “WE’RE ENGAGED!”

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dating shohei ohtani includes…

authors note: my first post on here!!! i hope you like this!

shohei ohtani x fem!reader

warnings: none!

being mike trout’s younger sister and meeting him at one of your brother's games

the two of you hitting it off immediately and shohei asking you out

surprisingly mike accepts the relationship

supporting him through everything

cuddles (LOTS OF THEM)

shohei being the big spoon (but we all know sometimes he likes to be the little spoon)

shohei loves when you run your fingers through his hair.

he doesn’t like pda much- but he loves cheek kisses

shohei loves to spoil you

shohei supporting you and loving everything you do

him having a story highlight on instagram just for you

shohei loves to post photos of you

talking about you in interviews

finally asking you to marry him, in such a cute way

being the cutest couple. (THE MLB COUPLE)

shohei loves when you wear his clothes, especially his hoodies

shohei calling you “baby”, “princess”,

plant parents

having a necklace of his initials

you being his world

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no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft

Roy Kent × Fem!Reader

word count: 9.8k

summary: jamie tartt once told you Roy needed someone to show him it was okay to be soft; Roy has found that person in you

content warning: spoilers for the plot of 'the couple next door' by Shari Lapena, tooth rotting fluff with the whole Kent bloodline and the Richmond boys, neither reader nor Roy has parents because I said so, allusions to smut but basically non written.

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a/n: this is technically a part 2 to my fic ‘it was simple, it was sweetness, it was good to know’ but can 100% be read as a standalone fic!! Thank you for all the love on the first part I acc can’t believe the amount of love and support it received 🥲🥲

"Hey, hot stuff." Your hands came to rest against Roy's shoulders, squeezing, then moving slowly across his collar bones and down his chest, coming to rest connected just above his heart. A featherlight kiss was pressed to the shell of his ear, and then another behind his ear, followed by a trail of quick kisses down his neck until your face was buried in the crook of it. "How's your book?"

"Fucking great." Roy answered back, voice low and mellow, maintaining the peaceful atmosphere in your living room.

Ever since you'd moved in together a year and a half ago, your entire house had become a sanctuary for the two of you. Roy's new position as manager made it so that even though you worked together, you saw much less of each other during the workday - mainly because it wasn't at his leisure to go in and out of your office all day any more. Even if you did spend every minute of every day around each other, you knew you could never get sick of Roy; you'd become quite the experts at communicating how you were feeling and what you were thinking, especially since every time he tried to keep you out, you would figure it out anyway.

"I mean, I've had my theories throughout about who did it, but I'd never have guessed this." Roy missed your touch as soon as you let go of him, reaching out so that he could hold your hand in his tightly while you walked around the couch to take a seat by his side. "I thought surely, what, with the husband having the affair he did it - and I was half right, the husband staged the kidnapping."

"I knew something was up with him!" You gasped, wrapping your arms around Roy's waist as you curled into his side, the hand that had just been holding yours pulling his blanket to cover your lap then moving to rest across your shoulders. "How was the husband involved? He didn't hurt the baby did he?" He used the palm of his hand to press your head against his chest, tucking your hair back behind your ear and then moving his hand to rest against your bicep, scratching his fingers gently into the exposed flesh there. "Oh my god, he didn't, like, get rid of it so he could be with the neighbour did he?"

"Slow down, slow down," Roy shushed, folding the corner of the page he was on, something so close to the end of the book you could count the pages if you tried. He pressed a chaste, warm kiss to the crown of your head, placing the book down beside him on the couch. "Let me explain, Angel." Roy's other hand, now free from holding the book, cradled your chin gently, tilting your head up so he could press a tender kiss to your lips. "So Anne's dad-"

Another gasp slipped past your lips. More then anything, you wanted to let Roy explain the plot of what he'd been reading, but his nightly updates had kept you on the edge of your seat. Despite not having read a single page, apart from the 2 chapters you read aloud to Roy earlier in the week when he was feeling a little under the weather, you were completely and utterly enthralled; desperate to know how it ended. Besides, this daily discussion was the highlight of your days. No matter how good or bad your day had been, if you'd gone out of your way to ignore each other or talked nonstop: Roy still talked and you still listened. "What did Anne's dad have to do with it?"

"You'll see." He chastised, pressing a kiss to the tip-of your nose before continuing with his explanation. "Marco assists in kidnapping the baby, why? Because his business is going out of money and he plans on faking a ransom note for asking for the exact amount of money he needs to pay up to save his business." Roy slid his hand under the blanket, pulling your legs up and into his lap as you brought your head up from against his chest. Threading your fingers through his hair, you looked at him confused. "Anne's parents are rich, remember? But they won't give him the money so he stages this kidnapping to force them to pay the ransom."

"No." You gasped, you hand clapping against your mouth. "Why wouldn't they give their son in law the money? They do know it directly affects their daughter and grand-daughter, right?"

"They won't give him the money because they don't like him, so get this, the guy who convinced Marco to stage the kidnapping was hired by Anne's dad." Roy laughed at the gasp you let out, you completely enthralled with the story and him completely enthralled with you. He always was. "Anne's dad staged the whole thing because he wanted Anne and Marco to split up. And just when you think everything's okay because they got the baby back; Anne murders the neighbour because she had been having an affair - with Anne’s dad.”

You were practically jumping in your seat.

Sometimes you wish you had the same amount of patience as Roy so you could actually sit down and read with him. Most of the time, however, you were more then happy to listen to him passionately talk you through what he was reading, were happy to watch that wonderful smile you loved so much curl onto his lips.

"But!"

"But-" you repeated after Roy, pressing a kiss to his cheek, urging him to hurry up with his ending; you were waiting to hear it.

"But, Anne doesn't remember killing the neighbour, so there is this whole unreliable light cast on the whole story; it might not have even happened!" Roy expected to find you staring at him in shock, some commentary on what you think happened on the tip of your tongue, but it never came.

Instead, he found you staring at him with complete adoration, like you'd watched him mould the galaxies in his hands, hang the stars in the sky and spin the world on his fingernails. To you, he did, he really did. You leant forward a little, using the hand that you'd tangled in Roy's hair to pull him closer to you so that you could press your lips to his. The kiss was soft and tender, something that Roy, ever intense, had really come to enjoy through out your relationship; you brought out this entirely different side to him that he wasn't even sure existed until he met you.

"I love you." You murmured against his lips, going in for another quick peck before you pulled away, gracing him with the sight of a smile. "I love how passionate you get when talking about the stuff you love, and that smile - ugh that smile, Roy - you're killing me here."

Roy was certain he was doing the right thing. So certain, in fact, that he'd bought the ring the day you got together: Phoebe's accusation in your living room that you were getting married telling him everything he needed to know. The life Roy had dreamed of was right before him, all he had to do now was take it. "Marry me."

"What?" The hand that had began to caress his cheek as you kissed and the hand in his hair stilled; your entire body stilled in fact, and as quickly as he'd become confident enough to ask the question, he'd become nervous again.

"Fuck, what I meant was; will you marry me?" Roy shuffled underneath you, pulling out a ring box from somewhere behind him, though you weren't sure where considering you knew his pyjama bottoms didn't have pockets. "I'm not the kind of guy for a big speech thing, but I wish I was because you fucking deserve that kind of thing. You deserve a lot more then I can ever give you, actually, and yet you still love me day in and day fucking out. I'll admit, sometimes I don't get why you do."

"Roy..." You whimpered, tears brimming in your eyes as you moved both of your hands to cradle his face.

"But you do. And I'd truly, really, be the luckiest man in the world, if you would marry grumpy, old me." Tears had formed in Roy's own eyes, the pair of you totally overwhelmed by the intimate and tender moment. You'd never been more in love with Roy then right now. "Please fucking say yes, I'm an absolute mess without you"

"Yes, please." You whispered, hands still cradling Roy's face even though your eyes remained on the ring in front of you. It was as if he'd peeked inside your brain and made the perfect ring; it was simple yet elegant and entirely you, it was really perfect. This time, you answered louder. "Please, yes."

You pulled Roy's face to you, pressing a firm and hot kiss to his lips. You let your hands leave his face, sliding up and over his cheekbones until you reached his hair, twisting your fingers into it and pulling him even tighter against you, deepening the kiss as you did. "A million times yes, Roy, yes, yes, yes." Tears had begun to freely flow down your cheeks, though there was not an ounce of sadness to them. You were insurmountably happy - over the fucking moon. "I'd say yes in every fucking language in the world if I could. I love you Roy." You bit your lip back between your teeth, trying to contain your smile since your cheeks burned. "Mrs Kent." A giggle slipped past your lips. "That's me."

"Fuck yeah, that's you." Roy growled, pulling you into him and pressing a kiss to your lips. His grip in your hair allowed him to tilt your head back slightly, giving him the perfect angle to push his tongue past your lips with a tug of his hand on your hair. If he had already put the ring on your finger, he'd have picked you up and taken you to bed then and there with the moan you let out. "Now, Mrs Kent, you going to let me put this ring on your fucking finger or what?"

~*~

You were thankful Roy had proposed on a Friday night; not only because that meant you didn't have to worry about how late he kept you up or how quickly you needed to regain the ability to walk straight, but because it gave you the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday to figure out how to tell your friends. Phoebe and Molly were coming over for dinner later that night, but you had a slight feeling you weren't actually going to have to say anything to them - you had no doubt Roy had consulted Molly over it, and Phoebe, well, you just knew she'd pick up on it the second she saw you.

"C'mere." Roy groaned beside you, not giving you the chance to move yourself before he was wrapping one arm around your waist and the other under your thigh. He slid you across the bed with ease, years of training still paying off despite the fact he hadn't played on a pitch in nearly 4 years now. Placing the leg he'd grabbed over his own leg, he pulled you flush against him, chest pressed to chest. "Good morning, Angel, sleep good?"

Roy's voice had a deeper edge then usual to it in the morning. "Always do when I'm with you, Handsome." You purred, gently scratching your fingers against his chest. "Although I've got this awful kink in my neck, must’ve slept funny."

"I can think of a few other kinks you've got." Roy murmured against your shoulder, pressing open mouthed kissed along it and up your neck. When he nipped at the sensitive skin just under your ear, you pushed yourself away from him, not out of want, but out of necessity.

"We've got guests in a few hours, remember?"

"I can do a lot in an hour alone." Given how late the two of you had been up doing things, you'd slept in till lunch, but that didn't make the sound of sleepy and slow morning sex with Roy any less appealing. God, the thought of it alone had you wanting to cancel everything ever and stay here forever.

"Hmm, that you can do." Pulling his head out of the crook of your neck, you pressed a kiss to his lips, tangling your hands into Roy's hair and trying impossibly hard to get even closer to him. "Show me what you got, coach."

A growl rolled out of Roy's throat and he was quick to get started on his own assault of your lips, fully using the position he'd pulled you into to his advantage.

~*~

After everything the two of you spent your early afternoon doing, you only had 2 hours to make sure everything was ready for when Molly and Phoebe showed up, and since your cooking skills ended at turkey dinosaurs and pizza, you left most of the work down to Roy. He let you help prepare ingredients, standing behind you with an arm wrapped around your waist and a hand guiding your hand to cut things a specific way. But when the time came to actually cook the meal, he guided you out of the kitchen, encouraging you to go and get ready with a soft kiss; one to your cheek and another to your temple.

When you'd showered and gotten ready, you made it your turn to kick Roy out of the kitchen, promising not to touch anything unless he asked you to. You made sure to set the table all nice and proper for Phoebe and Molly's arrival, still slightly starstruck by the actual use of the dining table and not just eating dinner on your couch like you'd become so accustomed to before you and Roy moved in together. Sometimes though, especially when Phoebe stayed over, you'd all eat dinner together on the sofa, spy kids playing in the background, for old times sake. And before you knew it, you'd heard the knock at the door.

Swinging the door open, you knelt down immediately, sweeping Phoebe into your arms and hugging her tightly. With her head tucked in between your shoulder and neck, you stuck out your left hand at Molly, wriggling your ring finger enthusiastically. Phoebe squealed your name, wrapping her little arms tightly around your neck; even though you'd seen her two days ago when you picked her up from school, she still missed you as much as if she hadn't seen you for a million years.

As you went to stand back up, phoebe kept her grip on your neck, a silent plea for you to pick her up. Even at 9 years old, she still loved being paraded around in your arms, taking full advantage of your love for her and her love of being close to you. You pulled Molly into the house by the hand, kicking the door shut with your foot and leading them to the kitchen, where Roy was finishing up dinner.

"Hi, Uncle Roy!" Phoebe opted to stay in your arms instead of wiggling out of them to give Roy a 'hello' hug, knowing he was busy cooking and shouldn't be interrupted.

"Hey Phoebe, dinner will be ready in 2 minutes, okay? Why don't you go and grab your phoebe mug from your room before we all sit down?" When you and Roy moved in together, it was a unanimous decision that Phoebe needed her own room in your house; and when you were moving her things from Roy and your separate houses into your new house you got her a 'phoebe mug' as a housewarming gift. It was a bright pink ceramic mug, her name written once by you on the front and once by Roy on the back - it was the only thing she would drink out of when she was at your house.

The second phoebe had slipped out of the room, you turned to Molly with a squeal, the two of you grabbing tightly onto each other and jumping around the kitchen. Roy watched fondly as the two of you gushed over the ring Molly had already seen a thousand times. She took your hand in hers, running her finger over the ring with a featherlight touch, tears filling her waterline. Molly grabbed your hand and pulled it over her shoulder, hugging you again, though this time more tenderly, more teary-eyed.

"I'd say welcome to the family, but I think you've been a part of it since the day you met Phoebe." Tears began to fill your own eyes at the words she whispered against the shell of your ear. "You make him so happy, so, so happy, and that's all I could ever want for Roy. It's all I ever way for you." Molly pulled away from the hug, wiping her thumb under your eye as your tears threatened to spill over. "He loves you. We all do. I love you."

"I love you too, Molly." Just as quickly as she'd pushed you away, you pulled her in for another hug, squeezing her tightly as though it would convey everything you were feeling. It did.

At the sound of feet running down your hallway, Molly jumped away from you, quickly wiping at her own eyes before turning to face her little girl. She gently took the mug from her hands and passed it to you, ushering her to the dining table while you and Roy plated up.

"What did she say to you?" Roy asked, knocking his hip against yours as he he started putting food into each plate.

You pulled Phoebe's favourite cordial off your shelf, pouring some in then moving past Roy to get to the sink to dilute it. "Nothing." He couldn't see the smile that formed on your face as you thought on what your future sister in law had said to you moments prior. "Just that she loves me, she loves you. That she's happy for us."

Roy wrapped an arm around you from behind as he came to join you at the sink, leaning past you to put his cooking tongs in. "I can't wait to see Phoebe's reaction." Roy murmured against the skin of your neck, pressing a kiss there then spinning you around to face him. "She absolutely adores you. She's gonna be over the fucking moon."

"Not more over the moon then me." You pressed another kiss to his lips, making sure to keep the cordial far away from you and Roy incase it spilled.

Roy turned his back on you, picking up two of the bigger plates. "I wouldn't be so sure about that."

"Oh really?" You asked, picking up the final big plate and Phoebe's smaller own. "I get to marry the love of my life and be officially related to some of the people I love the most. I think I win."

"We'll see." With one last kiss the two of you headed towards the dining table, all four of you tucking into dinner and telling each other about your weeks like clockwork; though you and Roy refrained from one pretty big event till after dinner.

When your food was all finished, you'd given Phoebe a bigger bowl of ice cream then usual, immediately prompting her to be suspicious. "Either I've been really good at school this week, or you guys have done something really bad."

"It's not like that Pheeb's, we're actually celebrating." Phoebe's head perked up at that as she mentally checked it wasn't anyone's birthday, or 'uncles day,' or Mother's Day, or 'future aunties day' (as she'd dubbed it) and she'd forgotten. When she ruled that she definitely hadn't forgotten anything, she turned to you in wait.

"What are we celebrating?"

"Me and your uncle Roy-"

"Holy shit." Smiles crept on all three of your faces as Phoebe pieced it together in her mind. "Are you getting married? Please tell me you're getting married?"

"Are getting married." As you brought your ring adorned hand up for her to see, Phoebe burst into tears, jumping off of her seat and running around to the other side of the table where you and Roy sat. She was quick to climb into Roy's lap, wrapping one arm around each of your knecks to pull you into a hug.

"This is the best day of my life." She whispered, her words coming out in a whine as she tried desperately hard to keep her tears in. "Do I get to be a flower girl?"

"Of course you get to be the flower girl, what kind of fucking question is that?" Roy scolded though a smile remained on his face, you wouldn't have anyone one else as your flower girl. Your niece was barely walking and besides, not that you'd ever admit it with them present, but you much preferred Phoebe to any blood relative you had.

Phoebe's face turned into a frown at Roy's words. "You owe me £1, uncle Roy."

"After the S-bomb you dropped before? I think we're even."

~*~

When Monday rolled around, you were extremely nervous. It wasn't that you thought any of the people at Nelson road would react badly to your engagement, you knew non of them would, you were nervous in the way you are at 8 years old on Christmas Eve - in a giddy way when you can't wait for what you feel to be shared.

You'd come up with a plan in bed the night before - announce it to Beard first, then to the boys, and then you'd make your way up to Rebecca's office to announce it to her, Higgins and Keeley (who'd you thankfully knew would be at the dog track this morning for a meeting).

To execute step 1 with no interruptions, you made sure to arrive an hour earlier to work then you usually would - knowing that Beard liked to show up early and the boys would show up as close to practice as they could get away with. Just as you expected, Beard was alone in the office, only a couple of other people in the building at all, making for an easy entrance.

"Well, to what do I owe the pleasure of you two showing up earlier then you ever have in the 5 years I've known you." Beard asked, his feet perched high up on his desk and an open book dropped against his chest.

"I needed to ask you something, actually." Roy wrapped an arm around your waist, rubbing soothing circles into your skin, silently encouraging you to ask what you wanted to ask.

"Fire away, Katniss."

"I actually wanted to ask, um, well, if you'd walk me down the aisle?"

Beard stilled, then took a shaky breath, then stilled again. He slowly picked up the book from his chest, dog-eared the page and swung his feet down from his desk, standing and crossing the room so that he could stand in front of you. "You, you-" Another shaky breath. "You want me? Me? To walk you down the aisle?"

"Yeah. You're the closest thing I've ever had to a father and-"

Beard pulled you into a hug, something he'd never done before, and tentatively wrapped his arms under yours, pinning you against him. He was warm and smelled like cinnamon, and though you'd never been a big fan of the scent, you found right now that you'd happily bask in it forever. "Yes, of course I will, it'd be an honour."

No further words were exchanged between the two of you until he pulled away, quickly wiping at his eyes before turning to Roy with a scowl. "I can fight, just so you know." He took a step closer to him, and you swore you'd never seen Roy so afraid as when Beard stuck a firm finger in his chest. "If you hurt her, I'll hurt you." Then he retreated to his chair, picking up his book and replacing it against his chest. "So when were you thinking? I always thing spring is the best time for a wedding."

The three of you discussed everything from what date you were thinking to ideal song choices while you waited for the changing room to fill up, wanting to make sure everyone had arrived before you shared the news. When Roy had done his 6th head count and found everyone had arrived, he nodded towards the door, asking if you were ready to go and tell everyone. You nodded, letting Roy lead the way and hanging in the doorway of the coaches office until Beard was at your side.

"You didn't have to threaten him, you know. He's never hurt me once, I don't think he's going to start now."

Beard folded his arms across his chest then nudged you gently in the side as the the two of you came to stand next to Roy, him shouting 'whistle,' silencing the changing room. "Hey, that's what dads are for."

"Before I start, someone grab Nate and Will from the boot room." Jamie, being closest to the boot room, dashed in and right back out, Will and Nate right behind him. "Right. Angel, the floor is yours."

You thanked Roy before turning back to the boys, all of them waiting anxiously as they waited to see what you had to say that was so important Roy had even called Will and Nate out. "I need to know if you're all available next June - we're talking the end of June, early July." Thankfully, your job at Richmond often required planning things far in advance, even if far in advance was a year away, so no one expected anything as you started to speak. "I know it's the off season but I need you all here, in Richmond. Especially Colin."

"Why especially me?" Colin asked, one hand nervously wringing the other.

"Because I absolutely refuse to get married if my man of honour won't be able to make it."

The whole changing room erupted into a chorus of gasps, quickly followed by cheers and players and kitmen alike swarming you and Roy with hugs and cries of congratulations - which, for once, he actually entertained.

Colin was the first to reach for you to pull you into a hug, his hands shaking as he did. "You really want me to be your man of honour? At your wedding?"

"Of course I do, Col." It didn't get any less tearful asking people to be apart of your wedding. "Your my best friend. I love you." No sooner then Colin had pulled you into another hug had you been torn out of it, by a very excited Jamie.

"I can't fucking believe it me. Well, I can actually, but I also can't." He pulled you in for an even tighter hug then Colin had, probably down to the fact he had more excitement then nerves coursing through his system. "Feels like yesterday me and Phoebe were sat on your couch convincing you Roy did love you, and now look at yous."

"Will Phoebe be at the wedding?" Isaac had spun you out of Jamie's hold and into his, keeping one arm around your shoulder as he spoke to you. "Cause I don't want to be the only person eating the turkey dinosaurs; there will be turkey dinosaurs right?"

"Of course there will be, Isaac." Will pulled you out from under Isaac's arm and into a sweet, although brief, hug. "Right? Otherwise I might have to RSVP no."

"Im sure it can be arranged, what, with all of Roy's footballer money." The two laughed at your words, though a certain footballer turned coach found them more amusing.

"All my footballer money, huh?"

"I hope the fact I'm only marrying you for your money doesn't make you want to call off the wedding." You teased, spinning around and wrapping your arms around Roy's neck.

He pressed a slow and sensual kiss to your lips, ignoring the teasing shouts and cheers from his team. "Hmm, you're lucky you're cute." Roy pressed another kiss to your lips, paying no mind to the curious stares of the team around him. Though when they began to linger for a minute too long, he pulled away from you with a sigh. "Right, 50 laps, all of you." When no one moved, he raised his voice. "Now!"

Roy intertwined his fingers with yours, waving a goodbye to Beard but promising to be back before the boys had finished their 50 laps.

Keeley had reacted just how you expected her to - with many screams and squeals and a tight hug that nearly knocked you off the ground. Rebecca and Higgins were much more reserved in their responses but each offered a hug and a congratulation's to the happy couple. Roy kept your fingers intertwined the whole time, squeezing your hand tight each time someone reached out for a hug but putting up with their love otherwise.

You couldn't wait to marry him.

~*~

Knowing that the off season would start around  the beginning of June, you'd decided early on the last week of June was the perfect time for the two of you to get married. And while the end of June was still a month and a half away, you were seriously considering calling the wedding off.

When you'd found out you were pregnant in February, you knew you had to keep it a close secret until you'd finished the first trimester, just incase anything happened to you or the baby, and each week since you'd found out you kept swearing to yourself you were going to tell Roy. You still hadn't. Which brought you to right now, where you were crying on the floor of your ensuite bathroom at the dead of night, at just over 12 weeks pregnant and a baby bump beginning to show.

Given the cold weather of early spring you'd kept it hidden pretty well so far, but with the progressively warmer weather, it was getting harder and harder to hide. Above that, you were now very much aware that since the baby bump had appeared, it was only going to get bigger - and you were in absolute tears over wether or not you were still going to fit into the outfit you'd picked. While your choice of outfit for your wedding wasn't anything extravagant, it made you feel extremely pretty, and hugged you in just the right way - it wouldn't if you were four months pregnant and with a baby bump that you felt was the size of Saturn.

One particularly loud sob had you clamping a hand over your mouth, hoping and praying to anything out there that Roy hadn't heard you. You didn't want him stressing, especially when you were crying over trivial things considering the life you'd always dreamed was within your grasp.

Roy's eyes blinked open though he wasn't entirely sure why, however, when he rolled over and attempted to wrap his arms around you, he was met with cold and empty sheets. The cool feel of the sheets beneath his fingers had him shooting awake; clearly you'd been out of bed a while, and considering it was pushing 2am, his first thought was that you were sick. Which wasn't too far from the truth.

Slowly, he made his way towards your en-suite bathroom, rubbing at his eyes to get him to wake up quicker. Pushing the door open, his entire being froze at the sight of you crying on the bathroom floor, him immediately falling to the ground next to you and pulling you into his lap. One hand brushed your hair out of your face while the other cupped the back of your head, pressing it into the crook of his neck. "It's okay Angel, I'm here, I'm here."

It took Roy roughly 15 minutes of rocking you gently in his arms and whispering soothing words into your hair before your sobs calmed down enough that you could talk without your words turning into a whimper. "C'mon Angel, talk to me." The way Roy oh so gently cradled your face had tears springing to your eyes again. "Or is it about me? Do you want me to call Molly? I'm sure she wouldn't mind-"

"No, it's about me." A fresh set of tears were rolling down your cheeks, but the heaving sobs that had been coming from your chest before ceased. "It's me, I've ruined everything."

"Angel..."

"I just wanted to wear a nice fucking outfit on my wedding day, and I can't, and its making me so sad it's stupid." Roy's thumb continuously wiped at the tears that were furiously running down your cheeks. "And it makes me even more sad because, because, I'm getting everything I've ever dreamed of and I'm sad over something stupid like what I can wear."

"It's not stupid, Angel face." Roy murmured against your temple, the scratch of his beard against your skin familiar and comforting. "Nothings stupid if it makes you so upset. Just talk me through it, yeah? Why can't you wear what you picked? Did it get damaged or something?"

"No, no, it's fine, it's just- it won't fit me anymore." Roy pressed a kiss to your temple, immediately spouting words of reassurance that it would still fit you and if it didn't he'd hire the best tailor in the world to make it fit and that regardless, you'd look incredibly beautiful no matter what you wore. You shook your head gently. "It's not that Roy, it's, I'm-"

You readjusted yourself in Roy's lap, turning so that your legs were either side of his, caging him in. You wrapped your arms around his neck, looking down at the bump you could just see through one of Roy's old jerseys you'd fallen asleep in, while you avoided his concerned gaze. "It's not going to fit me anymore, because I'm pregnant, Roy."

Silence filled the bathroom.

When you finally gained the courage to look up at Roy, tears were pooled in his eyes, that wonderful smile of his making the most tender appearance you'd ever seen. "You're pregnant?" He whispered, mumbling the two words over, and over, and over again. "You're pregnant."

Before you could ask Roy if he was okay, he was pressing his lips to yours, allowing the tears to fall from his eyes though without the noise of a sob. He simply kissed you over, and over, and over again, only pulling away when he could no longer contain the smile that what pulling at his lips. Your hands cradled his cheeks, wiping away each tear gently with the pad of your thumb. "I can't believe I'm crying." He scoffed, though didn't move away from to ur touch as you continued to wipe away his tears.

"If it makes you feel any better, I find the vulnerability of it incredibly hot."

One of Roy's hands moved from the side of your thighs to cup your cheek, pushing hair back behind your ear as a watery smile took over his face.

"You know," Roy paused, tenderly running his fingers up and down the side of your neck as his hand slipped down from your cheek to hold you there. "If you'd come to me 5 years ago, back when Ted and Beard first started, and told me in 5 years time I'd have everything I'd ever dreamed of? And, with the gorgeous woman from the office outside the changing rooms? I would've laughed in your face and told you to fuck off." After a moments thought, he added. "I probably wouldn't have let anyone get close enough to me to tell me that in the first place, to be honest."

"Look how far you've come." You mused, one hand slipping into the hair at the base of Roy's neck as his tears slowly stopped. "Some might say that I've made you go soft.”

Roy laughed, head tilted back against the bathroom wall as he was prevented from throwing it back further. The tilt of his head upwards granted you the perfect position to press a chaste kiss to his lips. He smiled at you softly, bringing his hand forward from the side of your neck so that he could cup your jaw. "To be loved, is to be changed." He hummed, his chest tightening as tears filled your eyes once more.

"I love you, Roy." You whispered, as though even saying it would break the sincerity of the words slipping from your lips. Although you'd said them a thousand times, it was like Roy was hearing it for the first time all over again. "Like I really, really love you Roy." Leaning forward, you rested your forehead against his. "So much... so much so that I feel like I'm never going to be able to express it enough, like if I don't get it out of me, I might die."

Roy pressed a searing kiss to your lips, sliding his hand back up your jaw and under your ear, tangling his fingers in the hair there. "I love you too, more then i ever thought I was capable of loving anyone.” Roy leaned in for another kiss then pulled away with a smirk as you ground yourself into him. "Want me to show you how much I love you, yeah?"

"Definitely."

Roy put his hands back to their original place under your thighs, slowly moving the two of you from your position on the bathroom floor to standing once more. When he was standing, you held in his arms with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, you continued the clash of tongue and teeth you'd started moments again. However, before he could get started on showing you just how much he loved you, you leaned away from him, eyes running over his whole face. "You might have to hold off on doing that thing with your hips, y'know, because of the baby."

"I'll stop doing that when the doctor tells me to stop."

~*~

Fortunately for you, at your next check up the following Thursday, the doctor gave you the all clear - on the health of the baby and the fact Roy could continue working magic with his hips. Considering you were nearly 14 weeks along, the ultrasound technician had offered to let you know the gender of the baby, but both you and Roy had agreed that you didn't want to know. You so seriously didn't want anyone to know, in fact, that Roy made a show of ripping up the envelope that contained the baby's gender right in front of the ultrasound technician after she offered it out to you; her suggestion of a gender reveal dying on her tongue.

Roy had been nothing but attentive since he'd found out; moving at your beck and call even more then normal, so much so that people around Nelson road were beginning to notice.

"Alright, what's going on?" The second Roy left your office, Isaac, Colin and Will crowed into the room, locking the door behind them. If you weren’t such a veteran of their shenanigans, you'd be getting concerned. "Are you dying?"

"Why would I be dying?" You asked, clicking the email you'd been writing closed, giving the three lads your undivided attention.

"Roy's been following you, like, more then usual though." Isaac stated, folding his arms tightly across his chest. "Weird, innit."

Before you could question what they found weird about you talking to and hanging around your fiancé, Will stepped forward, his hands tucked sheepishly in his pockets. "You're pregnant, right? I'm like 80% sure you're pregnant."

Your hand came to rest against the small bump you'd concealed under your Richmond sweater.

"Holy fuck boyo." Colin gasped, smacking his hand into Will's chest. "She is. How did you know?"

"She's glowing." Isaac and Colin tilted their heads in sync while their gaze remained directly on you, as though they were trying to see what Will saw. When it appeared they couldn't, Will let out a sigh, scratching nervously at the back of his neck. "I don't know; maybe it's the lighting."

Silence took over your small office space, the four of you alternating between staring at each other and the hand that rested against your stomach.

"Angel, you got-" Roy paused at the sight before him, scanning the room with a pointed glare. While Isaac had had the sense to lock the main door to your office when he started his interrogation, it had seemed he had forgotten to lock the connecting door from your office into the changing rooms. You'd never been more thankful to be in an office with two doors.  After a few more seconds of assessment, he seethed out a "Fuck! Not a word of this to anyone, yeah?"

All three lads nodded in silence, scurrying from the room after a particularly harsh glare from Roy had told them they had overstayed their welcome in your office. As your head fell into your hands due to the stress of it all, Roy crossed the room, slipping his fingers into your hair and scratching gently at your scalp. "They're not going to tell anyone, Angel, don't stress."

"But, what-"

"No buts, or what if's, or anything." Roy chastised, pulling your head out of your hands and crouching down to meet you at eye level. He took your hands in his own, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. "We tell everyone when you're ready. And if that's after the wedding, then that's after the wedding." Roy pressed a kiss to your knuckles. "And that's that."

You let out a long sigh, weight lifted from your shoulders at Roy's gentle touch and soothing words. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"You've mentioned it once or twice."

~*~

You were too scared to put your outfit on. After almost 10 months of planning every detail and waking up to see your engagement ring on your finger, you were finally getting to be Mrs Kent. And you were too scared to go out there and get dressed.

When Will, Colin and Isaac found out you were pregnant, it was on accident, but going out there, before your man of honour, bridesmaids, Phoebe and Beard to put on your outfit would be intentionally revealing your baby bump. It was so stupid, you thought, to be this worried about something that would make people happy - that would make you and Roy happy. But a small part of you just wanted things to work out how you'd planned then in your head; like being able to wear what you'd picked to marry the love of your life.

However, you wanted to get married to Roy more then you cared about keeping the baby a secret.

Everyone gasped as you walked into the main part of the hotel room. You'd forgone a dressing gown in favour of getting ready in the comfort of pyjama shorts and one of Roy's old jerseys, wanting to have a part of him with you even though you wouldn't see him the night before the wedding.

Roy had actually wanted to forgo the traditional 'no seeing the bride bullshit,' him in favour of spending every second he could get with you, but Keeley and Jamie had convinced him it would make that moment of you walking down the aisle all the more special. Though as you walked into the room, you'd wished more then anything you'd convinced Keeley to let him stay with you. All you wanted was his hand in yours as you did this.

All eyes fell to the shadow of a baby bump that could be seen through the loose material of Roy's jersey; it was the one he wore at his very first Richmond match, Kent printed and worn proudly on the back. No one moved or even dared to breath.

"Surprise?" You didn't mean for it to come out as a question, but the tense silence and feel of everyone's eyes on you had you shying away from your friends and family in a way you'd never done before. "I'm pregnant!"

Molly was the first to move, crossing the length of the room and pulling you into an embrace. "I love you." She whispered against your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I'm going to be an auntie." Within seconds the remaining people in the room swarmed you into one big group hug. Each of Colin, Keeley, Rebecca and Beard whispered congratulations to you, telling you just how beautiful you looked and how excited they were to see you walk down the aisle. Phoebe, however, pulled the funniest face at you, her brow tense in the spitting image of Roy.

"You're not wearing that, are you?"

Phoebe had magically broke the tension of the room, smiles all around as Molly and Keeley ushered you back to the other side of the door, helping you into your outfit and making sure your hair stayed in the way you'd styled it when you got changed. Fully dressed and feeling yourself, you stepped back into the main room with newfound confidence.

You were going to marry Roy - Roy who updated you on his book every night and valued your opinion on it, who still brought you lunch everyday at work, who was willing to hold you on the bathroom floor at 3am when he should've been sleeping, who made you feel like you were the only person in a room that mattered - and you couldn't be more excited.

Colin held your hand the entire drive from the hotel and the whole way from the car to the church doors. Only two pieces of wood separated you from everything you'd ever wanted. He pressed a featherlight kiss to your cheek and wished you luck before heading inside, leaving just you and Beard outside the building.

"You nervous?" He asked, moving his hand so that it rested lovingly on the small of your back.

"It's Roy." Roy always made you nervous. From the smile that had you weak in the knees when he actually decided to show it, to the butterflies the simple movement of his fingers against your skin caused; Roy had you swooning every time he looked at you. "I can't wait to get in there."

"Can you wait a second?" Ted Lasso was stood behind you, hands bashfully tucked into suit pants pockets.

"Ted." You gasped, opening your arms but not leaving Beard's side. The American rushed towards you, scooping you into a tender hug. "What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't make it..."

"Well, you know how Roy is, stubborn, hard-headed," Ted had aged a little since you last saw him on English soil, but he still held that quintessential ted spirit to him; even though he looked a lot more tired then you ever remembered him being. "Will do anything for the people he loves. Even if that's calling someone everyday for 8 months straight and convincing them to clear their calendar."

Roy who called one of your favourite people daily until he convinced them to make time to come to your wedding despite the fact they'd have to fly halfway across the world to attend.

"Well, I'm glad you're here Ted." He pressed a kiss to your temple, unwrapping himself from you and flattening out the front of his suit.

"I'll see you in there." Ted walked to the doors Colin had entered through moments ago, stopping and turning back to you at the last second. "You look beautiful by the way, you're practically glowing." With a knowing wink, Ted slipped through the doors, finding the way to his seat to wait for the ceremony to begin.

"Well, I think we're really ready now." You mused, linking your arm though Beard's. When you turned to flash a smile at him, you saw eyes filled with fondness, tears threatening to cloud his vision if he thought about the scene before him for too long. "Aren't we Willis?"

"Lets go, sweetheart." The pet name struck you to your core, your hand squeezing his bicep in reassurance. There was no one else you'd want to walk you down the aisle. "You're getting married!"

The ceremony ran perfectly. Willis walked you down the aisle and handed you off to Roy after whispering what you were certain was a threat in his ear. Tears brimmed Roy's waterline the whole ceremony, but they didn't spill over under you were pronounced husband and wife. No one commented on the tears that ran down Roy's cheeks, and you didn't think anyone was ever going to bring it up; a mutual understanding settling over the room that the Roy Kent that stood at the alter wasn't Roy Kent football sensation, but that he was Roy Kent, loving husband.

All those years ago Jamie had been completely and utterly right, all Roy needed was someone to show him it was okay to be soft. Thankfully, he had found that in you.

~*~

"Nell, go back to sleep baby, daddy's here."

Roy had his back turned to you as he rocked Penelope in his arms, murmuring some song that you couldn't quite make out under his breath to help her get back to sleep. In the 4 weeks since Penelope - or 'Nell' as Roy had lovingly started calling her - had been born, Roy had more then proved himself to be the amazing dad you knew he would be. Though he'd voiced his worries about not being a good dad several times throughout your pregnancy, each time you'd soothed away the worry; scratching your fingers against his scalp and reminding him of everything he'd ever done for Phoebe.

Phoebe had been the most excited to meet the baby, begging her mum to let her come over every single day after school so that she could spend time with her newborn cousin (even though that time was mostly spent with Phoebe in your lap with Nell in hers).

The Boys at Nelson Road came in for a close second when it came to being excited to meet the baby. Will, Colin and Isaac had made it their duty to show up to you and Roy's house every day after training when you were 7 months along in order to paint the babies nursery and build all the furniture that you'd bought.

They were even worse when you went into labour.

Roy had called Beard to let him know the two of you wouldn't be able to make it to work that Tuesday, and Beard loaded up the coach for a group trip to Richmond's hospital. You had the whole of AFC Richmond crowded in the waiting room, arms filled with stuffed animals, balloons and flowers. Jamie had charmed up the nurse who you were charged to, convincing him to let all of the players into your room at once. While most of the team fawned over the baby, gave you their best wishes then made their way back to the coach, Colin, Isaac, and Will asked to hold her, tears filling their eyes as they took in the sight of the tiny baby.

"She's beautiful." Colin whispered, lightly running the tip of his finger up and down her button nose. "With your parents, you're going to be the coolest kid ever. And Uncle Colin is going to make sure of it."

"You know," Will whispered, stiff as a board as he held Penelope on his arms, scared to even breath less it hurt the baby. "I remember that day I saw you with Phoebe in Tesco, and I told you I didn't realise you were a mum." Roy shot you a confused glance, reminding you you'd never actually filled him in on your trip to the supermarket that day with Phoebe. "And now you are one. It almost doesn't feel real."

"I've never held a baby before." Isaac admitted, the most relaxed holding her despite his inexperience. "It's weird, innit. Like, this baby I'm holding right now started out nothing and now she's real and alive and in my arms…Spooky."

Jamie, however, you practically had to force to hold Nell; and even then he was scared shitless. When you managed to convince him to take a seat on your hospital bed, he seemed less tense about holding her, but the ever present crease in his brow told you otherwise. "She looks just like you."

"She's got Roy's nose, and I bet she'll have his eyebrows too."

Jamie's eyes never left the baby, even as the other boys slipped out of the room with one last goodbye and a promise to come and visit Nell again when you got sent home.

"Ask us what her full name is." Roy kicked Jamie's foot, finally snapping his attention away from the newborn.

"You what?”

Apparently, he hadn't been listening, the tender tone to Roy's voice leaving as soon as it had arrived. "I said ask us what her full name is, fuckhead."

Jamie didn't ask you, he wasn't sure he could get the words out without choking up, the suggestion of the question springing tears to his eyes.

"Her full name is Penelope Jamie Kent." You hadn't seen Jamie so upset since Roy dragged him into your office, sobs wracking his body, two years ago before the journey up north to play against Manchester City at the Etihad.

He pulled Nell closer to his chest, hugging her as best as you could hold a baby, then passed her to Beard, pulling Roy in for the tightest hug you'd ever seen the two share. When Jamie came to hug you, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, whispering in your ear; "You've made Grandad go all soft." And after a brief pause. "The rest of us too."

Beard didn't stay long after Jamie left, knowing the coach was only waiting on him to return to training. He muttered something under his breath, pressed a kiss to Nell's head and then handed her back to you, pressing a kiss to yours. "Jamie’s right. Spitting image of you. Though I do agree she has Roy's nose."

"I hope she gets his smile." You quietly confessed, not missing the way Roy's lips curled up into the wonderful  smile you loved so much. "We got something for you." Roy pulled out a gift bag from next to your 'we need to go to the hospital the baby is coming' bag and handed it to his fellow coach. Beard waisted no time opening the gift, a soft smile curling on his lips as he pulled out the mug, 'worlds best grandad' printed on the front and a Richmond crest printed on the back. "I love you...dad."

A tear silently ran down Beard' cheek but he didn't wipe it away, pulling you and the baby in for a group hug. After a tight squeeze, he opened up his arms, a silent invite for Roy to join. He did so without question, thanking Willis for everything.

Beard had used the mug at Nelson Road everyday since.

Nell had made a total of 3 visits so far to Nelson Road; every Thursday afternoon being the day you'd come to the dog track with her and disrupt afternoon training so that the boys could fawn over her as an end of the week treat. Tomorrow would be her 4th visit, and yet, Roy had been the one to wake up and tend to her when he'd have to be up in a few hours to coach Jamie and you could essentially sleep in until 12 and still be on time.

As he put Nell back inside her cot, you wrapped your arms around his waist and slid them up and under the front of his t-shirt. "You're such a good dad, Roy."

"Only cause you make me a good dad." He turned around in your hold, your hands now up the back of his shirt, his arms now over your shoulders/

"That doesn't even make sense." You countered, resting your chin against his chest so that you could look at him. Roy took the opportunity to press a slow and tender kiss to your lips.

"Fuck off, it totally does."

"Doesn't."

"Does."

"Doesn't."

"Does."

At a whine from Nell, the two of you fell silent, not wanting to wake her after Roy had just put her back to sleep.

"She know it makes sense." The two of your were looking down at Nell's tony from where she slept soundly in the crib.

"She's only agreeing cause it's you." You lowered your chin so that the side of your head rested against Roy's chest, giving you a better look at your beautiful baby girl. "She's a total daddy's girl already, you know."

"Gets that from her mother." Roy paused after he spoke, realising quickly that his words hadn't made much sense or come out in the way he intended. "I meant, she's a total me, girl. Like she loves me a lot because you love me a lot. Fuck."

"I knew what you meant, handsome."

Roy quirked his eyebrow at your response. "You did huh?" He swept you off your feet, literally, carrying you back to your bedroom with a slip in his step.

You hand slapped against his bicep, a gasp slipping from your lips as your pieced together Roy's words paired with his suggestive tone and that glint in his eye. "The doctor said no sex for 6 weeks, Roy."

"No penetrative sex for six weeks." Roy clarified, laying you down on the mused bedsheets and kissing his way down your form; starting with scrapes of teeth against the sensitive skin of your neck, all the way down to the thick skin of your thighs. "The guy said nothing about oral."

an : thanks for reading this far *mwah* I love you <33 I hope you enjoyed this!!! Please feel free to send in a request for Roy or Jamie I'd love to write it!!!

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If the glass breaks, does that mean the bird is dead?

Hogwarts classes: Transfiguration

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Chapter Three: Melting Hearts: Smooth Landing

I took the liberty for the title of this part. Again, ChatGPT writes, I feed it prompts. The only thing I did was change the title slightly. Also, I do not own the characters Tom, Maverick, Slider, Carole, and Bradley. I only own Ella. Enjoy!

After months of dating and countless unforgettable moments, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky and Ella "Frostbite" Ryan found themselves at a crossroads in their relationship. Both of them had received more permanent assignments near Top Gun, and it was time to make a big decision - to move in together.

Excitement and anticipation filled the air as they discussed their plans over dinner at a cozy café. Tom admired Ella's determination and fearlessness, qualities that complemented his own. With their strong connection and shared love for adventure, they knew that living together was the next logical step.

As they toasted to their new chapter, Tom and Ella couldn't help but wonder how they would handle the logistics of moving. Little did they know that help was just around the corner in the form of their friends.

Maverick, Tom's loyal and steadfast wingman, eagerly offered his assistance. Slider, another skilled pilot and their close friend, joined the team without hesitation. The Bradshaws, Carole (Ella's sister) and her young son Bradley, also volunteered to lend a hand. The group came together, ready to tackle the moving process.

On the chosen day, the team gathered at Tom's current apartment, which would soon become their shared space. The excitement was palpable as they started boxing up belongings, taking care to label everything meticulously. Laughter and camaraderie filled the air, turning the often-stressful process of moving into a joyous occasion.

Maverick and Slider showcased their strategic skills, effortlessly maneuvering furniture and heavy boxes with precision. Carole and Ella's nephew, Bradley, kept spirits high with their infectious enthusiasm, organizing smaller items and providing comic relief with their playful banter. Through the chaos of the moving process, the group forged bonds that would last a lifetime.

As they loaded the last box into the moving truck, Tom and Ella took a moment to reflect on the day. They marveled at the support and love they had received from their friends, who had willingly given their time to make their move a success.

With the truck loaded, the group embarked on a convoy towards their new home. Tom and Ella followed closely, their hearts full of gratitude for the friendships they had formed and the love that had blossomed between them.

As they arrived at their new apartment, the team sprung into action once again. Together, they unloaded boxes, unpacked essentials, and transformed the empty space into a cozy haven. Maverick and Slider took charge of assembling furniture, ensuring that everything was perfect for the couple.

As the last picture frame was hung on the wall, Tom and Ella stood in the middle of their new home, hand in hand, overwhelmed with a sense of accomplishment and happiness. Their love, nurtured by the support of their friends, had taken root in a place they could now call their own.

The evening concluded with a celebratory dinner, laughter, and heartfelt toasts. Maverick, Slider, Carole, and Bradley toasted to the love and adventure that awaited Tom and Ella in their new home. The bond between the group had grown stronger through the shared experience of moving, solidifying their friendship.

In the days that followed, Tom and Ella settled into their new life together, their love growing stronger with each passing day. Their shared space became a sanctuary, a testament to the journey they had embarked upon as they pursued their dreams while holding each other's hands.

And so, in their cozy abode, surrounded by memories of their friends and filled with the warmth of their love, Tom and Ella set forth on a new chapter of their lives, ready to conquer the skies and the challenges that lay ahead.

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Chapter Two: Melting Hearts: First Flight

This is the second part of my ChatGPT series. Sorry it took so long. As a reminder, I do not take credit for anything that is written here. I feed ChatGPT the prompts. The title was also created by ChatGPT.

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, renowned for his icy demeanor and unmatched piloting skills, found himself in a situation that made his heart race faster than any dogfight. He had finally mustered the courage to ask out Ella "Frostbite" Ryan, an equally skilled pilot known for her cool and composed nature. They agreed to meet at a fancy restaurant in the heart of the city, where elegance and romance intertwined.

As Tom approached the restaurant, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety. He was used to being in control, but this date had him feeling uncharacteristically nervous. He adjusted his tie for the tenth time and took a deep breath before stepping inside.

The moment he laid eyes on Ella, his breath caught in his throat. She looked stunning in a sleek black dress that accentuated her graceful figure. Her icy blue eyes sparkled as she smiled, a smile that instantly melted away Tom's worries. It was clear she was just as nervous as he was, and that realization brought a wave of relief.

Tom walked over to Ella, feeling a warmth spreading through his chest. "You look amazing," he managed to say, his voice betraying a hint of his usual confidence.

"Thank you," Ella replied, her voice filled with a touch of shyness. "You don't look too bad yourself, Iceman."

As they settled into their seats, the conversation flowed effortlessly. They talked about their shared passion for aviation, their daring experiences in the cockpit, and the thrill of defying gravity. Tom found himself hanging on every word Ella spoke, captivated by her intelligence and charm. She laughed at his self-deprecating jokes and shared her own stories, each moment strengthening the connection between them.

The atmosphere in the restaurant seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in each other's company. Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, they had finished their meal. Tom, feeling a sudden surge of confidence, reached across the table to take Ella's hand. "Ella, I had a wonderful time tonight," he said, his voice steady. "Would you like to go out again?"

Ella's eyes softened, and a warm smile graced her lips. "I'd love to, Tom," she replied, her fingers intertwining with his. "I had an amazing time too."

The evening ended with a lingering hug, promising more adventures to come. Tom and Ella stepped out of the restaurant, their hearts brimming with joy. As they walked together, the city lights reflected off the pavement, mirroring the sparks that had ignited between them.

Tom, the Iceman who had once been known for his icy exterior, had discovered a warmth he never knew existed within him. And Ella, Frostbite herself, had found someone who could melt her defenses and ignite a fire within her soul.

Together, they embarked on a journey that would test their mettle in the skies and in matters of the heart. Their first date had been a resounding success, setting the stage for a love story that would soar to new heights, guided by the flame of passion and the strength of their shared dreams.

I hope you like this second part! I do not own any of the characters except for Ella. Also, be prepared for spam... I'm bored and ready to post!

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Why do I have a feeling that little MJ learned how to curse from the TGM cast when they didn’t know she was around

first bad word | t.c.

oh baby masterlist

Oh, she certainly did. She picked it up from Glen first. He had a bad mouth on set despite being extremely professional, but to his defense, he didn't know MJ was in the room.

He was telling Miles and the other a story when the words, "shit" flew from his mouth. Laughter ensued and at this time, two-year-old MJ was present in the room.

Monica gasped when she looked over to see MJ settled in Jennifer's lap.

Immediately, she raised her hand and slapped Miles. "Baby. In. The. Room." She tells him.

Glen turns his head and stares at MJ who already erupts with a grin. Glen was her favorite person on set and every time he delivered her a look, her cheeks would turn crimson. She giggles, turning in on herself as she guides her face into the crook of Jennifer's shoulder.

That wasn't the day MJ cursed though.

Lewis said "What the hell?!" during a game, he was playing with the cast and MJ furrowed her tiny brows. You and Tom tried your hardest not to curse in front of her and while your husband could develop quite the mouth, especially when he was angered, he kept it tight lipped when around his little girl.

Glen scratches his nose and subtly points to where MJ is seated with Monica.

"Baby Cruise Alert." He hisses.

Lewis covers his mouth and feels embarrassment rise in his body.

But then there went Miles. An f-bomb was carried loudly from his mouth and he was immediately smacked with a nearby pillow by Lewis who pointed at the observing little Cruise.

Greg and Jay were the curse police as Jennifer had named them, each taking it upon themselves to slap someone if they said bad words around MJ. To her, this was whole a fun game and laughter imploded from the baby girl's lips each time she witnessed someone getting punched.

After a while, a "MJCM Swear Jar" was created by Val. He had been around a couple of times when he heard the cast swear around the newest addition to the team and one day, the cast found the jar with Val's handwriting on it. So each time one would cuss around MJ, someone had to throw a dollar into the jar.

And it got big. There were so many dollar bills that when you and Tom uncovered it, it was the first time MJ had said a curse word.

She was in Tom's arms. All of you were in the room together. You hadn't noticed the jar yet because you were so busy trying to keep up with your daughter and husband, but as MJ fiddled with the toy in her hand, she couldn't work it properly.

It was clear as day. Everyone knew it.

The tiniest Cruise, with furrowed brows, and green eyes enlightened with anger, her face turned red and her mouth parted. "SHIT!" She yells, finally dropping the toy.

"MCKENZIE!" You yell suddenly.

Monica was hiding her face.

Glen and Miles teamed up together.

Jay, Lewis, and Greg were horrified.

And Danny...

"WE ALL GOTTA ADD TO THE MJCM SWEAR JAR!" He exclaims.

Tom's head lifted immediately. "Swear jar?!"

"Oh no," Glen mutters.

McKenzie looked around. "Shit?" She repeats.

"No! No, that's a bad word." Tom was trying his hardest to keep his composure. MJ stared at him.

"Bad word, dada?" She asks him.

"Yes, baby. Bad word." Tom nods.

MJ looks at you. "...Damn." She whispers, shaking her head.

Everyone lost it. You and Tom included.

And when the swear jar was brought out? And everyone threw a dollar into it? You face-palmed yourself.

"I knew bringing her out here was a mistake." You chuckle.

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Chapter One: Tom Meets Ella.

This is the first part of my ChatGPT written series about Tom "Iceman" Kazansky and my oc Ella "Frostbite" Ryan. All of the scenarios that pop up were fed into ChatGPT, and what ever is written is what will get posted.

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky was a renowned pilot in the Top Gun academy. He was known for his precision and expertise in the air. Tom was always the best of the best, until he met Ella "Frostbite" Ryan.

Ella was a new recruit, but she was already turning heads with her impressive flying skills. Tom had heard the rumors about her, but he didn't pay much attention to them. That is until the day he saw her for the first time.

Tom was walking towards the hangar when he spotted a petite woman with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She was standing next to a fighter jet, and as Tom got closer, he realized she was the new recruit everyone was talking about.

"Hey there," Tom said, approaching her. "I'm Tom Kazansky, but everyone calls me Iceman."

Ella turned to face him, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'm Ella Ryan, but they call me Frostbite," she replied.

Tom couldn't help but notice her soft-spoken voice and the way her eyes sparkled in the sunlight. She was beautiful, but more than that, she had a certain confidence about her that drew Tom in.

As they talked, Tom realized that he had misjudged Ella. She wasn't just another new recruit trying to prove herself. She was a skilled pilot, and Tom couldn't wait to see her in action.

Over the next few weeks, Tom and Ella flew together, honing their skills and pushing each other to be better. They quickly became a formidable team, and even though Tom was hesitant to admit it, he found himself developing feelings for Ella.

One day, after a particularly intense training session, Tom and Ella found themselves alone in the hangar. As they talked, Tom couldn't resist the urge to lean in and kiss her.

To his surprise, Ella kissed him back, and in that moment, Tom knew that he had found someone special. He had met his match in Ella "Frostbite" Ryan, and he couldn't wait to see what the future held for them both.

From that day on, Tom and Ella continued to fly together, but now with an added sense of closeness and intimacy. They became the ultimate flying duo, earning the respect and admiration of their fellow pilots.

Tom knew that he had found something special in Ella, and he was grateful to have met her at the Top Gun academy. Together, they would conquer the skies and take on the world.

I do not own the character Tom Kazansky, or any of the other Top Gun characters that will inevitably pop up in this story. Please do not repost this. I know it technically isn't my own original work since I didn't write it, but just don't. That's mean.

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Ok... I have a confession... my favorite use for Chatgpt is to create imagines for Tom "Iceman" Kazansky and my Top Gun character Ella "Frostbite" Ryan (Carol's sister. Since we don't know Carol's maiden name, I just made it Meg Ryan's last name). Would anyone like to see them? I have two saved vi screenshots right now, working on getting a third one too.

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@youlightmeupfinn I sometimes just sit and scroll through your Tumblr page because I'm bored and your posts make me... un-bored. So if you see a lot of spam from me, that is why.

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His Queen

Summary: I made this because of a tumblr post about Sandor being with Joffrey’s wife and they get together and he’s soft with her and she has his baby. I don’t recall the name of the post but I wrote something like that but with my own twist. Enjoy.

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You were visiting King’s Landing when Sandor met you. At first he thought nothing of it, many highborns came to visit King’s Landing all the time. He followed you and Joffrey around since he was Joffrey’s guard. Sandor wouldn’t forget the day when you came to King’s Landing. You wore a gown showing your curves, hair was brushed and braided. He kept staring at the yellow ribbon you had tied around your hair as he followed behind.  Sandor knew you were different from the rest who visited King’s Landing. You were sweet to everyone, to the servants and to the people. He had even caught you visiting the orphanage and to the sept. 

Sandor had seen women throw themselves to the blonde king but for the first time Joffrey was throwing himself at you. Few days later, King Joffrey asked for your hand in marriage. His mother was overjoyed that her son was marrying you, the princess of a wealthy king from beyond west of Westeros. Sandor wondered if everyone from west of Westeros was nice like you. 

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@youlightmeupfinn I thought you would appreciate this

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We've seen the adults reactions to Terry Silvers beloved being pregnant while they usher him away in a police car but I'm awfully curious on what you think the kids reaction be. If they'd care at all.

― Miguel might have unexpected feelings of sympathy, because again, not that he was born yet then so he cannot have memories of it validly, but recreated through the stories his mom and his Yaya told him, the image of an abandoned pregnant person fending for themselves and a 'bad man' symbolically and eerily reminds him of his own mother and an unborn him, years ago. History has a strange way of repeating itself and he has left to Mexico to soul-search and now as he watches Terry Silver led away in a police patrol car with someone weeping after him he almost wonders if in saving the day they accidentally created another parent like his mom and...another him, making all things neatly interwoven. He doesn't like the implications.

― Funnily enough, Robby has the same emotions and he feels guilty about it and he cannot tell why, but then again, guilt permeates this kid's existence as a whole. He should've saved all the kids at Cobra Kai and brought them with him, but then there's person who could've easily been his mom Shannon in the past and an unborn him who he couldn't have saved even if he wanted to because they're not his to save. Difference is, it appears that Silver is genuinely distraught, haunted and visibly frenzied at being led away from his close ones and the mixed feelings inside of Robby range from 'he had it coming' and 'even this guy knows well enough to love his family'. It is difficult when even one of the worst people you know cares about his own more than your father does.

― For Tory there's the same follow-up all the kids from broken families lacking a stable network or at least one parental figure have. She is grim at the sight of farewell between a pregnant beloved and Terry. She knows Terry Silver is a bad man. She knows the dojo is a bad place. She almost wants to drown her melancholy by silently declaring beloved's stupid for messing with a guy like that anyway, but she can't because she was entangled with Cobra Kai long enough herself where she feels like a hypocrite for even thinking that. Robby was too. So was Miguel. They've all been there, done that. But, they all had the ability to walk away eventually. It takes a couple of days for Tory to come around and then she does something Amanda did for her. She might show up and beloved's doorstep with groceries.

― Kenny feels profoundly and genuinely upset (and even betrayed) because not only is his mentor being taken away, the one person who ever considered him good enough for anything, good enough to teach, to believe in, but also good enough to single out as a favourite in any endeavor, but his world also shattered when this same mentor in the form of Terry Silver turned out to be someone who relies on corruption to win, but then there's also Terry Silver's partner with an unborn child and they're saying tearful goodbyes to each other and this is a little too much for someone so young to handle so Kenny is very probably to just leave the scene and scurry off. Sensei Silver's broken family is now also just like his own broken family and that hits a little too close to home for comfort.

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pls drop some cobra kai terry silver x reader dating hcs 🙏 thank you very much <3

Hey anon thank uuuuu saur much for this request I don’t know which Terry you want so I’m just doing cobra Kai Terry aka sugar daddy Terry ✨🌸🐈 oh wait I’m dumb I just realized u specified okay we good 💀🌸

Dating Terry Silver ✨🌸🤍

Meeting Terry at an event or gala, he was naturally charmed by your beauty and personality, so of course he had to get your number. Terry isn’t one to normally be a looker, but when his cobalt blue eyes laid themselves upon you, he knew you were special and would feel an insane amount of regret if he let you go without getting a single word in.

At first, you were very flattered by the fact that he was intrigued by you, but it was the intimidation you felt that made you reconsider before even warming up to the idea that he would be your boyfriend. wealthy, confident, intelligent, Terry was everything you believed you weren’t.

Except Terry wasn’t like that around you at all. Yes, Terry knew how to play a part and to be honest, he knew when to do it—especially if it would benefit him in any way, shape or form. However with you, it was all real. He didn’t need to fake any emotions because the more time he spent time with you, the more you brought out the best of him.

In the early stage of your relationship, there would be a small concern of apprehension due to the age gap between you and Terry. Terry is older and because of that it sparks an interest in terms of people constantly being one to judge the two of you. Are you with him because he just so happens to be a billionaire or do you genuinely love him? A lot of the times that question would flow through peoples thick skulls when they’d take one glance of you as a couple, but you guys never seem to mind because you each share a connection much more stronger than jealousy or disgust.

That being said with terrys age, I believe at some point Terry would feel rather insecure; a feeling he avoids because of its revelation to being weak. So with that unfamiliar feeling being plagued within his mind, Terry would try his best to stay in touch with all the “youthful” things you do. For instance, he was never a man to ever be seen texting someone—why text people if you can just get your receptionist to do it? But then you came along and started messaging him non-stop throughout your relationship

You would text Terry something as simple as “decided to go to a cafe, miss you tho x” and within a matter of seconds you’d receive two notifications. The first one letting you know that your beloved boyfriend sent you $150 through venmo and the second being a text from Terry himself saying “enjoy your delicacies, my darling.”

On the subject of spoiling you, Terry loves to do just that. Wether it’s roses sent to you first thing in the morning or having his chefs prepare your favourite meal on the days you spend in one of his mansions, Terry adores the feeling of showering you in his love. It puts a big, loving smile on his face to see you flourish in the happiness that comes from the things he gives you as well as the internal feeling you receive from him.

Money is no expense for Terry, it really isn’t considering how much of it he has and with so much, it’s only reasonable that he spends it on you. Early on in your relationship it seemed as if terry was stunting—taking you to the most exquisite restaurant in Malibu only to be driven home by him in his red Ferrari. Once you realized that was the normal for terry, you relished with the fact it would soon become yours too. Of course, you never took it for granted and you still tried to live normally until he practically shamed you for ever having to pay for something on your own. He liked having that control and for once, it started to grow on you.

On your more simplistic nights in, it would include you and terry enjoying whatever fancy wine he brought from his cellar while he plays your favourite tune on his grand piano. you’d sit beside him, enjoying the flavours of the wine mixed with his beautiful melodies that surround the atmosphere of his cozy living room. He might even sing too, but for the most part he encourages you instead because he believes you have the voice of an angel, though you’d argue and say he’s the better singer and pianist.

It’s times like that that make you wish you could have that everyday considering the fact that you still don’t live together, but it’s no surprise that even early on in dating he’s already pursuing moves to make it become a daily thing.

“Sweetheart,” he pours the two of you more alcohol, the eagerness in his tone becoming more persistent with each glass you both finish, “move in with me, I promise you, you wont regret it.”

Moving in with him is a dream, you love nothing more than the emotion you feel after awakening from your slumber only to find him right next to you. Sometimes he even wakes you up by kissing you softly on the lips, a wake up call that’s way better than any alarm clock. Other mornings he’s gone because duty calls and work is still his top priority, asides from you. Nonetheless, he’s still Terry and when you do wake up alone, he’s either left you a note along with breakfast being served to you in bed or a simple text that states “sorry, meetings back to back. Be ready for when I come home, I’ll be taking you out to your favourite restaurant. Hope you slept well 🤍”

God I love this man 😍✨😩 ty for the request angel! All of u feel free to send moreeew

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gold star (Hotch x Teacher!Reader) – one shot

Been working on this one for a hot minute oops. Just wanted to say thank y’all for being patient with me always (and we literally hit 5.7k followers even while I’ve been so inactive???? what????). Here’s a longgg dose of fluffy angst <33

Edit: I’m a dumbass and queued this for the wrong day

Summary: You’re Jack’s teacher and Aaron is basically your nemesis. Until he’s not. (Kinda enemies to lovers?)

Warnings: angst! talks of parent death, therapy, bad parenting/emotional neglect, y’know the works. Lots of fluff tho to make up for it. And a happy ending!

WC: …5.7k-ish

I love my job. I love my job. If you say it enough, you’ll believe it. I love my job. You glance at the clock and see your next parent is late. I love my job.

You do love your job, you really do. What you hate are parent-teacher conferences that you’re required to do. Especially when the parent is late. After having to reschedule at the last minute. Twice.

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Baby Mine (Chris Evans x Wife!Reader)

Summary: Chris has a little heart to heart with your six year old from a previous marriage.

Pairing(s): Chris Evans x PregnantWife!Reader

Warning(s): Angsty bits, but lots of fluff to make up for it.

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“And just one last finishing touch,” Chris announces, grinning boyishly to himself as he sets a soft, stuffed brown fox inside of the natural washed oak crib that he’s just finished putting together. He wipes the light sheen of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and turns around to see you sitting comfortably in the matching rocking chair that he’d also put together earlier that same afternoon. All of the furniture that you two have chosen for the baby pairs perfectly with the light, pale gray color of the walls which Chris had painted himself the week prior. “That’s it, honey. Noah’s nursery is finally all done.”

You take a quick glance around the room. “Well, for you it might be done.” You chuckle, and after a bit of a struggle, you manage to push yourself out of the chair and up to your feet. “But not for me. I still have a ton of stuff to do in the next few weeks before the baby comes, Chris. I have to wash and put away all of his clothes, put away the diapers, organize all of his books and his toys—”

“At least you get to do all of the fun stuff,” Chris interjects, playfully rolling his blue eyes at you. “I had to paint the entire room and put together all of the furniture. By myself, I might add.”

“Sorry I couldn’t be of assistance with any of that.” You glimpse down at your ever growing baby bump, which is evident even underneath your oversized knit sweater. “It’s not like I’m almost eight months pregnant or anything.”

He laughs and walks over to you, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’m only kidding, honey. I’m more than happy to do all of this stuff, especially since you’re the one who’s doing the real hard work here. You’re growing a little human, after all.” He smiles at you and smooths your hair back away from your face. “Let’s see what Bella thinks?”

You return his smile and nod, calling over your shoulder, “Bella! Can you come in here for a minute, sweetheart?”

A minute later, your six and a half year old daughter pads into the room with her little shadow, Dodger, at her heels. “Yes, mommy?”

Your daughter from a previous relationship, Isabella, looks every bit like you. She shares the same hair color and eye color, and even has the same nose shape and smile. Chris often likes to refer to her as the miniature, cloned version of yourself.

“Noah’s room is all done,” You tell her, gesturing around the nursery. “We wanted to show you. What do you think, Bells? Do you like it?”

“Yes, I like it,” Bella murmurs in response, a crestfallen look suddenly appearing on her little face.

Chris frowns, instantly catching the sudden change in her demeanor. “What’s the matter, kiddo?”

“Nothing,” she replies, looking anywhere but at the two of you. “Can I go now?”

“Bella, what’s going on?” Normally, you liked to be at eye level with your daughter when speaking with her, but being as heavily pregnant as you currently are, you know that if you get on the floor, there will be no getting back up. “You’ve been acting really strange lately, sweetheart. Is something going on at school? Are your friends being mean to you or something? If someone’s picking on you, you need to tell me.”

Bella shuffles anxiously from foot to foot. “No, mommy. That’s not it.”

“Then what’s the matter?”

She hesitates. “I don’t want you to have a baby,” she finally confesses to you. “I don’t want a little brother.”

“Isabella,” You say her name in a firm, but gentle tone. “Stop. You don’t mean that.”

“But I do mean it, mommy! I don’t want a new baby around! I don’t want to have a little brother!” Bella whirls around and darts out of the nursery before you can even respond.

A second later, you and Chris hear the sound of her bedroom door slamming shut. Dodger, who had followed behind her, lets out a loud whimper and instantly you both know he’s been locked out.  

“What on earth has gotten into her?” You muttered, shaking your head. You glance at Chris. “I’m sorry, honey. I’ll go and talk to her.”

“No, let me,” Chris insists. He puts a hand on your stomach. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Wait here.” He softly kisses your forehead and then excuses himself, walking out into the hallway and towards Isabella’s bedroom. He gives Dodger, who’s sitting there looking as pitiful as ever outside her door a gentle pat on the head. “Bella?” He calls before giving a gentle knock. “Hey, Bells? It’s me. Can I come in and talk to you?”

He hears a muffled little, “Yes,” come from the other side.

Chris opens the door to her bedroom and walks inside to find her sitting on her bed with her favorite, wooden music box that he’d made for her for her last birthday in her lap. The box is playing ‘Baby Mine’ from her favorite movie, Dumbo. He can’t help but smile to himself a little as he reminisces back on the days when she was four years old and she would ask him to watch it with her at least two or three times in a single day.

He takes a seat beside her on her bed. “Hey kiddo.”

“Hi.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“No,” Bella answers in a small voice. “Not really.”

Chris nudges her lightly with his elbow. “Come on, you know you can tell me anything, Bells. We’re best buddies,” he reminds her. “So talk to me. What’s bothering you?”

She sniffs. “When Noah’s here, you and mommy aren’t going to love me anymore.”

“What?” Chris stares at her in disbelief. “That’s not true.”

“Yes it is.” Her voice shakes as tears start spilling down her flushed cheeks. “Especially you.”

Chris scoots closer to her. “What in the world are you talking about? Sweetheart, why would you even think that?”

Bella looks up at him with her innocent, tearful eyes. “Because,” she says. “Noah is your baby. But I’m not.”

Chris had come into your life when Isabella was about three years old and he married you when she was just a few months shy of her fifth birthday. Over the years, he’s grown incredibly close with her, loving her as if she were his very own child. A few months ago, you’d let Chris in on a little secret you had been keeping from him and told him that Bella had started referring to him as her father when he wasn’t around. You’d also let him know that she still didn’t have the courage to call him ‘daddy’ to his face, but that she was working on it. Chris has expressed to you over and over again that he would absolutely love for Isabella to call him that someday, but he doesn’t want to push her on it. He wants it come naturally from her, when she is good and ready. Regardless of whether he has the title from her not, Chris sees Bella as his daughter, and nothing will change that, especially not the birth of his son.

“My real daddy didn’t want me,” Bella continues to say, sniffing again. “And when Noah comes, neither will you.”

Chris can feel his heart physically aching at her words.

He knew as well as you did that one day, Isabella may question her biological father’s absence and perhaps even blame herself for it. But at this age?

Chris reaches for her, picking her up and pulling her into his lap. He tucks a loose curl behind her ear. “Why would you think that, Bells? That’s not true, not at all.” He wipes away the tears from her face with his large hand. “You’re my baby. Don’t you know how much I love you?”

She doesn’t respond. Instead, she looks down at her music box, still gripping it tightly in her teeny hands.

“Isabella, listen to me. You are my baby,” he repeats, giving her a gentle, one armed squeeze. “You’re my baby, no matter what. Just as much as Noah is. Nothing or no one will ever change that. Okay?”

“I’m your baby?”

“Of course you are. You’re mine, Bella.” Chris pauses, giving her another squeeze before he boldly adds, “And I’m so, so proud to be your daddy.”

She gives him a watery smile. “Really? You mean it?”

“Yes. With all my heart, I mean that.” He nuzzles her soft cheek with his nose causing her to giggle. “Don’t you know how excited I am to watch you grow up? To take you to your first day of school every year? To help coach your soccer team? To teach you how to drive one day? To beat up any boy that ever makes you sad?” He grins jokingly as she giggles again. “I’m here to stay, Bella. You’re stuck with me, kiddo. I’m not going anywhere,” He promises. “Do understand that? I’ll never leave you.”

“Pinky promise?” Bella holds up her little finger.

“Pinky promise,” he echoes, looping it with his own. “I love you, Bella.”

“I love you too.” She pauses before shyly adding, “daddy.”

Chris’ grin spreads from ear to ear as he stands up, carrying her out of the bedroom.

“Everything okay, you two?” You ask tentatively as you approach them in the hallway.

“Never better, right Bells?” Chris asks her, kissing her cheek.

“Right,” Bella agrees. She smiles at you. “Mommy, I’m sorry. I take back what I said. I do want a little brother.”