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Four unrelated, unassigned character shorts, with hints towards some but can be read as any.

Thank you to this prompt list and my friends for inspiration.

Total word count 1480. Barely proof read.

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@charlotteplsdosth

"Hello honey, I'll be home in two days."

That's how your most recent conversation started with your husband, who'd been away on business for the last couple weeks.

Since then you've been very excited and looking forward to his return and making things just as he'd want them.

The two days couldn't go by fast enough, you missed him terribly, and when the cab finally pulled up the drive and you saw him step out, you couldn't contain yourself.

"My bear!" You tore down the front porch step in your slippers and met him halfway.

"What are you doing?!" He laughed when you threw yourself onto him and he had to drop his bags to catch you.

"I missed you so much." You nuzzle into his chest, legs wrapped around him.

He pets your hair and kisses your forehead before bending and using his free hand to pick his bag up and walk with you still clinging to him.

"Come on silly, let's get you back inside. No one needs to see your nightgown but me."

He settles back in like he never left, leaving unpacking for tomorrow. Mandatory couch cuddles and sharing the sweet treat you made more important.

"Did you miss me, honey?" He asks, holding you close.

"Very much." You nod, and kiss his cheek.

"Me too." He lays his head back and closes his eyes.

A smile appears on his face as he feels you kiss his forehead, eyelids, then his nose, his lips, and finally his chin.

Opening his eyes, your face is just inches away, affectionately looking at him.

He raises an eyebrow, silently asking what you're doing.

With a tiny clear of your throat you softly say, "I can't decide if I like kissing you on the forehead, cheeks or lips more, guess I'll have to kiss you all over again."

His heart swells as he strokes your cheek, and he never wants to leave you for this long, or any amount of time, again.

"Kissing you is my favorite hobby."

And with his hand cupping your cheek, he leans in to show you the same holds true for him.

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@levisbrat25

"Hey love, what's wrong?" Your husband knows you well and just two minutes being home from work he can sense your mood.

"N-nothing." Your poutful face says different and you can't hide it well enough.

"I don't believe you, and I'm not moving until you spill." He stands right in the doorway to the kitchen, the place you want to get to most.

So with a whine and a sigh you tell him about your bad day and he listens intently.

He eventually stops you mid sentence when you get worked up. Stepping forward he takes your hand and pulls you close. He's heard enough. He won't let you speak anymore when you say something negative of yourself.

"Stop talking yourself down, babe. You’re amazing." He reminds you, with a soft look only you get to see and a kiss to your cheek.

While you still had a bad day, being with who is your favorite person, makes it seem like everything will be okay.

"Just seeing your face gives me so much dopamine." You say, looking into his eyes, noting that since he's been home, listening, holding you, that you feel lighter than you had just half an hour ago.

He chuckles at this and lets you hug him tightly, his arms around your waist.

"Come on, let's find something to eat." He says after a time, shuffling you into the kitchen with him.

He sits you at the table and starts pulling some things out for dinner that won't take very long.

"You know you’re my favorite person in the world, right?" You say out loud as you watch him do nothing more than prepare dinner. Which is all it takes for your heart to flutter.

He pauses, coming over to you and kneeling down so he's on a lower level even though you're sitting.

"I still can’t believe I was lucky enough to have you wander into my life." He says gently and sincerely.

Both of you know how much you love each other and mean to one another. Words of affirmation are there when either of you need reassurance.

"I'll help you finish dinner." You say, feeling much better, ready to continue the evening with the one you love most.

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@levi-supreme

"What is it love?" Your husband has been shaking you gently awake. Your squirming about the bed alerts him to the nightmare you're having.

With a gasp you finally wake, remembering where you are, feeling his arms around you, pulling you to safety.

Nothing was real, but tears well up in your eyes anyway, and he holds you to him while you attempt to calm down.

"I had that dream again, I don't know why." You mention the one you hate the most, making him sigh.

"Oh quit your pouting. I’m not gonna leave." He tells you, and would tell you, even though he didn't see the need other than to help you settle down.

"I know, I know!" You exclaim, putting a hand to your mouth, realizing how loud you are.

There's never been any reason to think he's leave, except for this nightmare, which you have at times when something has been worrying you, and you also fall into a deep sleep.

"I want you to stop stressing." He says, his fingers under your chin to see your eyes, wiping tears with his thumb.

"How much do you love me?" You ask meekly. You shouldn't but cannot help yourself, earning another sigh from him.

"Let’s see…how big is the universe?" He indulges you, as he always will. Maybe he doesn't express enough with words how much he adores you, so, he'll tell you when you need to hear it.

You stay up cuddling and talking for a bit, making you feel better and not long after, sleepy again, ready to try to close your eyes.

Your body language tells him you're okay and you both settle back onto the pillows.

He strokes your hair a few times and smirks when you haven't actually closed your eyes yet. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Because you’re beautiful." You whisper, getting a grunt from him as he pinches your nose playfully, his ears turning a shade of red in the darkness.

You don't care if he thinks it's silly, everything about him is attractive. From his looks to his heart to the support he gives you.

"I promise I’ll never break your heart and tell you I don’t love you anymore." He mumbles as you fall asleep together, no nightmares anymore.

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@hauntedhousecat

"You don't have to pretend with me you know." You tell your husband.

He's been in a bad mood and though you don't have details, you don't need them.

"Sorry." He mumbles, sore at himself and the thoughts that invade sometimes. He doesn't like them anymore than you do.

You're sitting on the living room couch and he's just come in from upstairs and wants to be close to you but isn't sure how to go about it.

You hold your arms out to him. "You know you don’t have to ask for a hug. Come here, sweetheart." He doesn't need to say anything, you can tell.

He sheepishly wanders over and falls into your waiting embrace.

He sighs as he holds your waist and your arms go around his shoulders, holding his head to your chest, kissing his head.

His mood hasn't put a damper on the love and devotion you have for him. You can handle the occasional bad temper. It's never directed at you, anyway.

"I love you." He exhales, his mood lightening in your warm hold.

"What was that?" You ask playfully, making him huff.

"I said I love you." He repeats, a little vexed. When he hears your laugh he's back in bliss again.

"I know, I heard you the first time. I just wanted to hear you say it again. I love you too." You declare after a little teasing, still smiling when he tsks at you while nuzzling your neck.

Any troubles he might have had before takes a seat in the way back as he lets you comfort him. It's the most comfortable, safe place he can think of.

"Wanna get up yet?" You ask after a while, thinking about making lunch or taking a walk or some activity to resume the leisurely day together.

"Never." His grip on your waist tightens, his eyes squeezing shut.

He feels goosebumps as you breathe out another chuckle and your fingers glide along his arm.

"You are adorable." Your words slips out naturally. Though the softness between you can at times draw an eye roll, most often it's heartwarming sentiments.

"I love you. So much." He could stay in your arms forever.

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I notice my writing style changed even during stories, please forgive me, I don't know what happened LOL

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postwarlevi · 1 month ago

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Content: 2.4k words of dad to be Jean worrying maybe a little too much about you and the baby.

a/n- first time with established relationship with Jean! Kind of got away from me but I hope you enjoy anyway :)

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"What are you doing?!" You freeze at hearing your husbands voice ring out. Caught again!

"Nothing! I was just-" You don't even get to finish your sentence before Jean is scooping you up into him arms, off the first step of the little stool and back onto completely solid ground.

"You were just getting off of there!" He says, taking the stool and removing it from the kitchen.

"I was just trying to reach the flour!" You follow him into the living room, explaining yourself.

"I could reach it for you, just ask me." He says, turning back towards you once the stool is far enough away.

"Okay, could you get me the flour?" You mumble, not meeting his gaze.

He hugs you around the waist, petting you hair. "Flour would be for.. baking?" He asks in a way as if you are doing something wrong.

You huff at him. "Of course! I was just going to make a little strawberry dessert!" Just a little something!

"You know you can't have a lot of sugar." He speaks calming and still holds you despite your obvious rising irritation.

"Jean!" You whine at him. "I can't go the entire time without something sweet! And you love strawberries!" You would have preferred a blueberry dessert, but were hoping by making it strawberry, you could talk him into letting you make it.

He smooths your hair back and kisses your head, ignoring the daggers you shoot at him from under your lashes as you look up at him. "I told you, I wouldn't have it if you couldn't have it. And, you can't have it. Not yet." Not even strawberries would entice him.

"You don't let me do anything!" You sigh in defeat and lay your head against his chest, annoyed, but still showing him acceptance and appreciation, knowing that he has your wellbeing in mind.

"I'm going to let you give birth in a couple months." He chuckles, rubbing your belly.

Your mood changes instantly and you grin and hug him for real.

"Yes, a couple more months. A couple more months of not letting me do anything." You say playfully, looking up at him.

"I know. I know." Jean let's out a tiny sigh. "I can't help it. It's our first baby. I've always tried to keep you safe, and now I'm keeping both of you safe. It's stressful." He says, a bit of worry in his voice.

"Honey, nothing is going to happen. But I promise, I won't get on step stools anymore. And I'll keep my sugar intake down, mostly. And I won't go water the plants when it's too hot, and I won't get in the car when Sasha is driving, and-"

He cuts you off with a snort. "I know I can overreact, and I won't promise I'll get better. But you shouldn't let Sasha drive no matter what your condition." You both laugh together.

You both find something to eat and settle down on the couch together and watch a bit of television. You sigh happily and kiss Jeans cheek, who smiles at you. You never really get mad at him, and neither of you can stay annoyed for long.

You try to be understanding. This is your first child, after all. Six months ago a little life had been created and now in three more months they would be here.

Though you've been a bit nervous, overall you've held it together. Children are born every day. There's no reason for any nerves. Your husband, however, is a different story.

Not only is he insistent on listening to your doctors to a tee, he has been reading baby books and perhaps has taken up a bad habit of searching the internet as well. Any little ache or pain you get, any sneeze, any new craving, Jean is right on it. He doesn't let you lift a finger if he can help it. He doesn't let you do anything that could compromise you. Nothing, at all. It's been a lot, and you would possibly kill for something sweet at this point. But you know he has yours and your little ones best interest in mind.

"I'm gonna go out with Connie and Marco for a bit tomorrow, is that okay? I could stay home if you want." He asks you as he puts his empty plate on the coffee table, making you almost laugh.

"Of course you should go, I don't want you stuck with me all the time. Save that for baby." The house to yourself? Even just for a little while? It sounds wonderful.

"Well, it's not stuck babe, but, thanks. Sasha said she'd come stay with you." Though he wouldn't let her drive you around, Sasha could come to the house.

"Honey, I don't need a babysitter." You almost pout. You love Sasha, she's your best friend, but you haven't had a moment to yourself in… months.

Jean takes your almost empty plate of healthy snacks and puts it aside, pulling you to his chest. "I know." He knows he's being silly, but with you, he wouldn't take any chances.

You put your arms around him and close your eyes. "Okay. Okay." You say quietly. Maybe girls day would be nice.

You're only allowed light duty at the moment and are lucky Jean let's you stand long enough to wash the dishes yourself. Though he is never far.

Later in the evening he helps you into the bath and you relax pretty good. You wonder if maybe you can talk Sasha into taking you for a walk in the park tomorrow. If it were up to Jean he'd push YOU around in a stroller. You just want to stretch a bit.

"I love you." He says to you once you're in bed for the evening, after helping you dry your hair. He has you pulled in close and strokes your hair.

"I love you too." You say softly, kissing his mouth lightly and snuggling in close to your sweet, warm lover.

Really, how lucky you are, that you have a husband so caring and loving and involved in the whole process. You would take that and not being allowed to get out of bed yourself over having to do this without a partner.

The next day when Sasha arrives she makes quite the entrance, making you light up.

"Worlds best auntie is here!" She sing songs and pats Jeans arm as she comes in.

"Sasha, please!" Jean tries to settle her down. "Remember what I said." He goes over a few things, like no sugar, making you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, leave, go, your wifey is fine with me." She comes over to hug you and you giggle.

"Go on you." You agree as you hug Sasha back, then go over to Jean. "I'll be good." You promise him, giving him a kiss before sending him on his way.

To Sasha's credit, she takes very good care of you. Helping clean up and doing whatever you want that's within reason. You do go for a short walk, but it turns out, you get tired fairly quickly and head back sooner than you thought.

Sasha also sneaks you a piece of dark chocolate, and you almost melt as you eat the semi sweet goodness.

"Thank you!" A little walk and a piece of candy and you are magically still in one piece. Perhaps you wouldn't mention some of this to Jean though. Especially when you realize your feet are swelling just a tiny bit.

"Can I feel?" Sasha asks you with wide eyes and an outstretched hand as you both sit on the front porch swing.

"Oh course." You stick your belly out more and smile as Sasha puts her hand on your stomach.

"Are you nervous?" She asks quietly, as if she's going to scare you or the baby.

"About giving birth? Yeah, a little."

And for the next little while you talk about the topic and how you're doing and how Jean is doing and if you're ready, and so on.

"The guys really had to convince him to go out today. He doesn't want to be without you." Sasha tells you.

"Yeah, I know. And it's great, really, though I appreciate you guys helping out. Jean is just so… worried." He kind of always has been anxious over things, it's gotten better over the years, though it's come back strong with the new addition coming.

"You help him through it, you know. He loves you so much." Sasha says of her friend. She's known him a long time and sees how good you've been for him. He deals with things much better thanks to you.

It's not long after that Jean is home and he and Sasha trade off. You say your goodbyes to Sasha and hug your husband.

"How was your day?" You ask as you sit on the couch and put your arms around each other.

"It was nice. I feel good. And, babe, I'm sorry. The guys were telling me to relax a bit, I guess everyone has been. I just want to make sure you're happy and healthy, that's it. I hope I haven't been… intolerable." He says with a grimace, realizing that he's only added to your limitations lately.

"Oh Jean, it's fine. You've been so wonderful. You're taking such good care of me, I feel like the luckiest woman. I know how much you love me, us." You put his hand on your stomach, making him smile and nuzzle you head with his chin.

"So very much, and, I worry, you know… which isn't an excuse really to have been acting like I have." He sounds disappointed in himself, making you give a sad smile.

It's really not been as bad as he's making it out. Nothing about this has been easy for either of you. More so, you've been worried about him, which he suspects, and is part of why he's feeling bad.

"It's okay Jean, really. I do understand and know you've been trying your best for all of us, and it's all I could ask for. And everything is going to be fine."

You feel him squeeze you a little tighter and he let's out a soft, "I know."

"And how was your day?" He asks, helping you off the couch and into the kitchen where he starts making dinner.

As you tell him small details of some of the things you did, you notice he does a slight double take and frowns. You pause, knowing you haven't said anything he should scoff at, so, it must be…

"Your feet are a little swollen. Did you go walking?" He asks, trying not to sound to disapproving.

You actually laugh. "Of course you noticed. Yes, yes, we went for a walk. And you and the doctors were right, I didn't get very far. But it was nice to do it anyway." You tell him, and he hears the satisfaction in your voice.

Almost done making dinner, he comes over and leans in to kiss your cheek. "Good. I'll rub your feet later."

Your smile brightens and you hug him, whispering. "I also had a piece of chocolate." You kind of broke your promise, but it really was a tiny piece.

Jean chuckles and holds your cheeks, looking into your eyes. "I'm glad. As long as you enjoyed it. Cause that's all you're getting for a while." He says teasingly and you both laugh together as you continue your evening.

The next few months go by faster than you can imagine. Jean is still very protective but tries to let you indulge sometimes.

Before you know it, a healthy baby boy is born, and you become the most happy, doting parents on the planet. Any tiny cry or cough and you are both right there. How Jean has been acting and treating you, you understand more than ever now.

Jean is still the more anxious one. He's ready to call the doctor over anything new or unexpected, no matter how small. He tries to be more calm so it doesn't affect you or the baby. He's been making pretty good strides the last few months.

"Honey, I think you can put him down now." You say one night, standing in the nursery, after finally getting him to sleep.

"I'm never putting him down." Jean says in the most sweet voice you've ever heard from him as he looks down at your sleeping son. This is not nerves but love, and happiness.

It warms your heart and you rest your head on Jeans shoulder, stroking your babies hand gently. "Our boy." You smile, and soon find yourself back in your bedroom with baby resting on Jeans chest as he sits up in bed.

"You can't sleep like that." You remind him that it's safer for him to sleep in his crib, earning a soft grunt from Jean.

"Just a little while longer." He says, pulling you close once you're in bed too.

"You're doing such a great job, daddy." You tell him, snuggling against his side, enjoying the quiet evening with your two loves.

"So are you, mommy. I couldn't do this without you" He kisses your head.

"Me neither." You whisper, making sure he knows how much you need him.

The three of you cuddle for a while until finally putting baby back in his crib.

"Maybe we can just put the crib in our room." Jean says as you leave the nursery, making you giggle.

You do not put the crib in your room, and your little one is right there, safe and sound in the morning, and every morning thereafter.

It takes more practice, on both your parts, but most anxiety of raising a child turns into positivity and creativity over time. There's still bumps as he grows and gets older and everyone experiences new and different feeling and emotions. There are highs and lows like doctor visits, losing a tooth, throwing tantrums, making friends, birthday parties, getting good grades in school, and sometimes not so good ones.

It all comes up again when baby number is announced, but the joy and love outweigh any nerves, as you and Jean look forward to meeting another new little life, ready to do it all over again, and give your son a sibling.

"And I promise, not to ban chocolate." He gives his word, and keeps it. This time around, both of you don't feel like novices anymore.

Though, you don't think you've ever seen quite the look on Jeans face when you find out this one's going to be a girl.

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