#AYWs

[corroded-hellfire]

Could I get a blurb or something from the AYW family when eddie and reader find out that she is infact pregnant and he's so happy and he can't wait to see her all pregnant with bigger breasts etc. And he loves to help her in anyway he can. And he's so excited about her belly when they do have sex. All the Fluffy stuff but a bit of smut to. Hehe. Thanks!

Eddie is a lovesick puppy all the time, but his pregnant wife? Oh boy. So thankful and happy to write this with my beloved @munson-blurbs 💚

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap to up), pregnant!reader, breeding kink or does this move to pregnancy kink? We all know this Eddie has breeding kink BAD

Words: 2.5k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Eddie’s been on cloud nine from the moment you even suspected you might be pregnant. Now with it confirmed, everyone knowing, and steps rolling along to get things ready for the baby, you’re pretty sure your husband physically can’t get any happier. You’re proved wrong the moment he notices your breasts getting a little larger, though. Then the very beginnings of your baby bump appeared, and Eddie’s hand didn’t leave your stomach for what felt like a week. 

Your husband has always been a gentleman, but he’s kicked it up a notch now that your second trimester has started. He’d always carry things for you, but now he makes the extra effort to go grocery shopping so you don’t have to reach for things on the high shelf or lift the full bags from the cart into the trunk of your car. And he isn’t the only one helping out.

The boys were, for the most part, good about doing their chores. Once in a while you’d have to get on one of them about picking their clothes up off the floor or cleaning up after themselves in the kitchen, but it was never anything major. But as twelve and nine-year-olds, they weren’t exactly known to go the extra mile, either. So, the day you first came home to them working as a team to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer, you almost thought you walked into the wrong house. You hadn’t intended to stand there and watch them as they did the task—they didn’t need a supervisor. But the pure shock kept you rooted in place as you watched Luke toss a dryer sheet in and Ryan reach up to press the correct buttons on the dryer’s control panel. 

“Eddie, the boys did laundry,” you had told him when he came home from work, your wide eyes amusing to the man. 

“I figured it was about time they learn,” he answered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Helps you out around the house, too.”

“That was your real motive,” you had said, narrowing your eyes at him. 

“So, sue me.” Eddie shrugged and stepped around you to get a bottle of water.

The men of the house have been at this for a few weeks now and it’s honestly nice to have some of your usual duties lifted from your shoulders. Are things done perfectly? No. But they weren’t when you did them, either. At least when Luke got Ryan’s clothes and Ryan got Luke’s this time, they could blame themselves instead of you. 

The boys have even been changing their own sheets and putting the clean ones on. Luke’s been so proud of himself that you don’t have the heart to tell him that he’s been putting the bottom sheet on inside out this entire time. 

The domestic bliss of it all fills you with a soothing warmth, like you’re being wrapped in the softest downy blanket. Sometimes you’re afraid this is all a dream and you’re going to wake up in your apartment back in college, late for some class before you have to go pick up the boys from school so you can babysit them. When that happens, you usually walk over to the large fake crystal bowl on the counter where you keep your keys and pull out your set. On your keychain there’s a small, laminated Shrinky Dink that says “Luke” that was given to you the first Mother’s Day that you were with Eddie. The first year they saw you as a mother figure more than a babysitter. 

You run the pad of your index finger along the rough plastic edge of the Shrinky Dink and the tiny little pricks of pain are another reminder that you’re not dreaming. 

Getting ready for bed that night, you tighten the belt of your lavender bath robe before grabbing a cloth to wash your face. This bathroom never used to seem as cold as it has to you these past few months. Pregnancy does weird things to your body. 

“Oh!” Eddie says as he steps into the bathroom. He snaps his fingers and spins around to head back into the bedroom. A moment later he comes back with a plastic drugstore bag in his hands. “I got this for you today. I know you said your gums are being more sensitive now, so I thought this might help.”

He offers you a plastic and cardboard package, a jade green toothbrush inside, and the words “Soft-Bristled Brush!” emphasized on the front. The hormones well up in you but you force them back down, refusing to cry over a toothbrush.

“Thank you, baby,” you say. “Now I can throw out that mean, old medium strength one.” 

Eddie chuckles and presses a kiss to your head as he passes by to get to the shower. 

As you scour your dresser drawers for pajamas, lacy material grazes your fingertips—maternity lingerie, courtesy of Jess, who swore Eddie would go absolutely feral over it. 

Her exact words were actually “he’ll cream his jeans,” but that was neither here nor there. 

Your eyes flit back to the bathroom where your husband is currently bathing. Your husband—the man you love and adore, who doted on you before you got pregnant and is the epitome of devotion now that you’re actually carrying his child. The alleviation of chores, the special toothbrush…maybe he deserves a little reward. 

As quickly as you can—which isn’t all that fast, considering your new center of gravity, you put on the babydoll slip, adjusting it so the slit down the middle showcases your bump. The matching set of panties almost feels like a waste, considering how swiftly Eddie will tear them off, but you step into them anyway and complete the look. 

There’s a clattering in the bathroom, jolting your already buzzing nerves. You know better than to ask what’s going on; over the years, you’ve found that many questions are best left unanswered. 

“Babe, have you seen my—holy fuckin’ shit.” Eddie’s eyes widen when he takes in the sight of you. The towel wrapped around his waist tents where his erection begins to burgeon. 

“Seen your what?” You bat your eyelashes, exaggerating your innocence, as you caress your bump. 

He shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter.” His hands are drawn to your sides, thumbs brushing over the swell of your stomach. “What’s all this for?”

“Just wanted to thank you for being such an amazing husband, even when I’m tired or moody or—”

“Baby,” Eddie cuts in, “all I’ve done is get you a new toothbrush and delegate chores to the boys. I should be thanking you for having my baby…and looking so damn good doing it.”

With that, he gets on his knees, grabs your thighs until his fingertips sink into your plush skin, and kisses the bump. 

“You’re perfect.” 

He moves forward on his knees, gently guiding you backwards until the back of your thighs hit the soft cotton sheets of your mattress. Large hands follow your hips onto the bed and quickly move down your legs to slip your panties off.

“Eds?”

“Hmm?”

“I, um,” you pause, feeling insecurity creep up in you despite your arousal, “haven’t been able to shave as well as I used to…”

Eddie pays your words no mind, instead just uses his pointer and middle fingers to part your lips and lick a stripe up your center. 

“‘S not gonna stop me.” His voice is gravelly, deep, and it sends a pleasant shiver up your spine. 

He takes your clit between his lips, tongue gently flicking over the bud. Giving it a little suck, he drops his unoccupied hand to your thigh and squeezes. 

You can’t help the way your hips move, as though of their own accord, grinding your core against his face. Eddie notices it, too, pulling away briefly to tease you. 

“Needy little thing tonight, hm?” His smirk glistens with your arousal. 

You’re in no position to argue; you simply nod and thread your fingers through his curls in a silent plea for him to resume licking at you. 

Eddie takes the hint, his tongue eagerly finding your hole and fucking it wildly. 

“Eddie, shit, holy fucking shit!” You find your voice in time for your orgasm to crash over you, crying out your husband’s name as he brings you that beautiful release. 

When he stands up, panting, you can see just how hard he is. The towel must have slipped off while his face was buried between your legs, and he’s now stark naked in front of you. 

“Tried to look at you while I ate your pussy, but, uh…” his cheeks tinge red, “couldn’t quite see you over this.” He cradles your bump, pressing his erection into your thigh. The pre-cum that’s beaded at the tip sticks to your leg, a reminder of what you do to him.

You flop back on the mattress, breathing heavily with a lazy smile on your face. 

Eddie crawls up over your body, chuckling when he catches your euphoric expression. 

“Feel good, baby?” he asks.

“Mhmm,” you hum, eyes drifting shut.

Eddie parts the sheer panels of the baby doll top so your emerging bump is on full display, pressing kisses in the valley between your breasts and working downward. 

He stops when he reaches your stomach. “Wish I could just keep you pregnant. Fuck, you look amazing like this.”

“So do it,” you mumble lazily.

“Don’t tempt me,” Eddie says, looking up at you with another smirk. 

He pauses, delaying removing his hands from your belly but craving being inside you. 

“Ride me, baby?”

You giggle. “Gonna need some help.”

Eddie nods, standing up and kissing you with his hands on your cheeks. “Anything. Anything for you. Christ, you’re a goddess.”

He helps you on top, his hands on your hips and holding your bump. Without further hesitation, he lines himself up and you sink onto his cock, letting yourself be filled entirely. 

“F-Feels so good.”

Eddie grunts. “That’s because this pussy belongs to me. You belong to me.” 

You just moan in response, so he grips your hips tighter and growls, “say it.”

“I belong to you,” you whimper, tightening around him as he thrusts up into you. “I’ll do anything for you, Eddie.”

After a few minutes, a newly-familiar ache creeps into your chest. Though you try to hide your wince, Eddie is all-too aware of your every move.  

“What’s wrong?” He stops thrusting, grabbing your wrists and pulling your attention to him. 

You gently maneuver out of his grasp and cup your breasts. “They’re just really sore from the, um, bouncing.” This never happened before pregnancy, but their extra sensitivity has you feeling every twinge of discomfort. 

Eddie pouts, not from disappointment, but from the realization that you’re in some pain. 

“C’mere, sweetheart.”

He withdraws, earning a whimper from you before he gently guides you onto your back and places a pillow beneath your lower back. 

“I’ll take it a little slower, yeah?”

You nod, your warmth enveloping him once again. He thrusts languidly, holding back so he doesn’t hurt you, and his carefulness has you connecting your lips to his. 

“I love you,” you mumble into his mouth. “I love you so much, Eddie.”

“I love you, too.”

His words, his movements, and your earlier orgasm are a perfect combination. You come undone, clenching around his cock and digging your nails into his back. 

“There you go,” Eddie coos, kissing just below your ear. “Baby, can I go a little faster? Is that okay?”

He rarely begs you; normally, you’re the one pleading with him to let you come. 

“S’okay, Eds.” You smile and he returns it, bracing his elbows on either side of your head. 

He slams into you, burying himself to the hilt and tucking his head into the crook of your neck. 

“Fuck—feels s’good—gonna come.” The words barely leave his mouth before he’s spilling into you, filling you with his seed. His body against yours and his release coating your walls has you falling into a foggy haze—the closeness, the intimacy, the safety you feel with Eddie is stronger than anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s only grown fiercer since carrying his baby.

The moment he pulls out of you and starts to move from hovering over your body, you tug him down next to you. Eddie laughs as you practically wrap him up in a death grip as he bounces against the pillows. 

“Well, this is one way to cuddle,” he says. 

“Got overexcited,” you say as you loosen your grip on him.

He doesn’t go too far though, immediately moving so that you can tuck into his side. As you move to slide closer, there’s a sharp intake of breath and your right hand instinctively goes to hold your bump.

“Baby?” Eddie asks, sitting up in concern, careful not to jostle your body. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head as you scoot closer to him again. The sharp jab of pain vanished as quickly as it was sprung on you. A subtle aftershock rolls through you, but it’s barely even detectable.

“Just some mild contractions. Doctor said they can happen after sex sometimes. They’re not, like, baby contractions,” you explain. 

Eddie visibly relaxes, shoulders dropping, and lays back against the pillows with you. “So, my excellent fucking skills didn’t send you into super early labor?”

A snort of laughter bursts out of you as you lay your head down on Eddie’s warm, solid chest.

“Sorry, Eds. Baby’s gotta stay put till she’s fully cooked.”

Your husband gives you a fake groan but smiles the whole time, kissing you tenderly. 

“All right,” he says. “But I heard from someone who shall not be named—”

“Steve?”

“Who shall not be named, that sex can help induce labor. In case you need some assistance in a few months.”

You smirk. “Let me know if anyone’s offering. There’s that cute guy at the grocery store—”

Eddie tackles you, taking care not to hurt the bump, pressing sloppy, silly kisses to your cheek and neck. You squeal with laughter and try to push him off of you.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!”

Eddie pulls back and smiles down at you. “You better be. Because this,” he gestures to your lingerie-clad pregnant body, “is mine and only mine.”

“Well, this,” you say, gesturing to your own body, “has to pee.”

Eddie pouts as you slide off the bed, eyes not leaving your frame for a moment.

“But we were gonna cuddle,” he whines.

You walk into the bathroom as you shrug your shoulders.

“Take it up with your daughter,” you say before closing the door.

With a dramatic sigh, Eddie rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling. His thoughts linger on your last sentence and the smile that was already on his face grows until it becomes a beaming grin.

“Holy shit,” he whispers to himself. “I’m going to have a daughter.”

[martyryo]

*posts and crawls back in hell*

[rookthorne]

Happy birthday my love ♥️♥️ could I please request a drabble with my beloved Stevie and the prompt: “let me take care of you today. don’t do anything in return, just let me.”

hello my sweetheart, thank you! I hope I did this justice, but it ain’t a drabble, my bad.

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡

A bad start to the day only creates turmoil, but he’s there to save the day — and he always will be.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ❧ Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❧ Hurt/comfort, tooth rotting fluff, period fic, Steve is adorable

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ❧ Prompt by @promptplanetblr.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ❧ Lana’s Birthday Celebration —  Masterlist

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Everything had gone wrong this morning. 

You had woken up from your hastily silenced alarm only to trip from the clothes strewn over the floor in your excitement to get up, only managing to catch yourself just in time on the dresser. It was a miracle the super soldier strewn over your shared bed hadn’t woken up with the clatter. 

Today was the one day where shit was meant to go right, after working all week and coming home too exhausted to even consider partaking in what you considered to be the best part of being Steve’s girlfriend. You had planned to wake up early, cook him breakfast in bed despite his insistence that his favourite meal was you - darlin’, please, I’m a starved man! - and once he had finished, you wanted to plant yourself behind him on the bed and massage the ropes of thick muscles down his back to help him relax. 

It was meant to be perfect. 

So why did mother nature decide to let loose a string of cramps through your middle, making you drop the bowl of pancake batter to the floor with an almighty clatter?

Because she was a bitch.

Your fingers had turned white with the force behind the grip on the counter as the cramps ebbed and flowed, the current taking your breath at its peaks. Of course this had to happen; nothing ever seemed to go to plan, but the fallout was never this fucking messy. 

“For God’s sake,” you groaned as another wave of pain crashed over you and pulled you under. The sight of the absolute mess of pancake mix all over the floor brought tears flooding to your waterline as though they knew you wouldn’t be able to stop them; they made their bid for freedom, streaking silently down your face as the cramps slowed. You took advantage of the brief respite to bend down and start to clean up the now wasted batter. 

The small hiccupping sob escaped from you before you could stop it, and the floodgates opened. 

Cold tile met the backs of your bare thighs as you sank to the floor - overwhelmed and very much in need of the man sleeping only a hallway away. But he was sleeping, and he didn’t sleep well these days, especially after such a long and gruelling recon assignment. You could not and would not wake hi-

“Sweetheart?” Steve’s husky morning voice never failed to make your heart swell, but right now, it was what you needed to hear the most. 

He stood in the doorway to your shared kitchen, his grey sweatpants slung low on his hips and his bare chest moving with his quick, confused breaths.. After a moment it was as though a switch flipped in his mind, and he dropped to his knees beside you and collected the now empty bowl by your feet. 

“Stevie,” you whimpered through a fresh wave of tears, the wet feel of them tracking down your face made your cheeks heat in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry.”

“What are you apologising for, sweetheart?” Steve whispered as he lifted his hands to cradle your face, desperately seeking to comfort you by any means he could give, touch, or the soft caress of his words on your screaming mind. “What happened?”

“I was trying to-to make you-”

“Stop, baby, it’s alright,” Steve soothed as he took in the sight before him; the mess of the pancake batter scattered all over the tile floor, and the bowl and spoon now lying at your feet, and he could not help the small fond smile that grew on his lips. “Let’s get you up, c’mon.” 

He wrapped his arms under your knees and behind your shoulders and lifted you from the floor, the heat from his muscled frame already brought an incomparable comfort to your now aching body. He didn’t miss the small wince of pain as he lowered you onto the couch and he paused to look at you with a brow raised. 

The feel of Steve’s hand on your thigh as he rested it there while his tall frame hovered over you only made you sniffle, the intensity of his stare with nothing but concern evident on his chiselled features made you feel exposed, like he knew it wasn’t just nothing. 

“I started my period.”

Steve hummed in acknowledgement and rose. “Wait there, please. That’s an order, sweetheart.”

He laughed at your salute and retreated to your room, emerging a moment later with a bundle of blankets in his arms. 

“But what about bre-”

“No, darlin’, let me take care of you today,” Steve interrupted quickly, a small frown on his face when you tried to argue back again. “Don’t do anything in return. Just let me, please.”

Those puppy eyes would be the death of you. 

“Okay,” you conceded softly, and he grinned, stepping closer and placing the blankets on the ottoman. “Can you please get me my heat pack?” 

“I’ll get you somethin’ better, sweetheart. Lay down for me.”

You settled down against the plush, comfortable couch cushions and smiled up at Steve as he towered over you, his huge frame almost obscured by your fluffy pink blanket in his arms when his muffled voice came from behind the wall of pink. “I swear this thing is as big as me.”

“It is, babe,” you chuckled as he threw it over you and tucked in the edges to make sure that no part of your body lay exposed to the outside world. The knitted square blanket came next, and a single tear fell from your cheek as he tucked that one in, as well.

Steve, of course, didn’t miss it. 

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he whispered, cradling your jaw in his hand while he wiped the tear away with his thumb. You sniffled and he gave you a small smile before leaning in, and the sudden tickle of his beard on your forehead as he placed a gentle kiss there made you giggle. “I’ll be right back.”

True to his word, Steve emerged a few moments later from the kitchen with his arms full and a wide smile on his face. He came to a stop by your head and crouched. “I got you some chocolate,” he pulled free a bag of Malteasers and Milky Ways and placed them on the table by your head. “Your pain relief,” he continued, setting down a box of nurofen next. “And some chocolate milk.”

“Babe, you didn’t have to, I cou-”

“You do realise I said let me take care of you today, right?” Steve questioned, the tone of his voice unmistakably slipping into Captain territory. 

“Yes, sir.” You smirked, a small chuckle escaping you at the sudden blank look on his face before he composed himself. 

“That’s right, sweetheart.” Steve grinned and leant forward to kiss the tip of your nose. “I’ll make breakfast a bit later, but first, I gotta get in on that burrito.”

The pair of you laughed as he laid down behind you, the sudden warmth of his chest against your back an immediate relief from the cold while he draped the blanket over the two of you. His strong arms came to rest on your hip and stomach where he rubbed gently. “Helpin’, sweetheart?”

The nod of your head made him smile as he rested his head just behind yours. “What about a movie?”

“You pick,” you mumbled, slightly distracted by the feeling of his strong fingers kneading all the sore spots on your stomach and hip. 

“Okay,” Steve grunted as he reached for the remote, the sudden bright light from the TV made you wince. “There we go.”

The sudden roar of a lion and the sound of a boy coughing made your eyes fly open, almost unable to believe what you were hearing. The black screen faded onto a bright pixelated field of baseball players and you couldn’t help but grin happily.

“Princess Bride?” you questioned as you looked at him over your shoulder, almost unable to believe it. 

“Yup,” Steve replied, popping the P for emphasis as you looked back to the screen. “My best girl’s gotta have her comfort movie. Now shh, I wanna watch.”

Unable to keep quiet as the old man on the screen spoke to his grandson, you turned back to look at Steve over your shoulder. There was a slight tinge of pink on his high cheekbones as he met your gaze, the smile on his face rivalling that of Westley’s when he gazed upon Buttercup. “Steve?”

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“I’m so glad you’re my stable boy. I wish we could do this more often,” you whispered, the thought of missing him while he was away on missions bringing on another wave of tears.

Steve chuckled and smiled warmly, placing a sweet kiss on your lips before wiping the tears away with his thumb. He nodded to the movie and you turned back to watch it, the warm feeling of love bloomed through your chest like the sun casting its rays over an infinite beach when Steve pulled you closer against his own. The scruff of his beard tickled your ear when he leant closer to you. 

“As you wish, sweetheart.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[thatonesquintern13]

are yall watching dinosaur on hulu? i feel like yall should be watching dinosaur on hulu

[thestormlightnetwork]

serious authors: when i go to explore a character, I usually start by fleshing out their motivation, then go on from there. me: WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE LITERARY DEVICE, BLORBO?

[womanaction]

also it’s weird when people in fandom are so insistent that Buffy and Spike weren’t like “dating” or “together” and like I get that from the text of season 6 but she literally starts out season 7 by talking about dating dead guys plural and how THEY were hotties and throughout s7 she talks about him as her last relationship so

[bevioletskies]

gemini & fourth + favorite videos (in no particular order) ↳ sound check ep.193

[m0e-ru]

six (6) likes you guys are crazy 🤯 this is for the fans 🫵

[fairy-vampire]

LANA DEL REY. ♥

[hadiramoficial]

@LanaDelRey - A&W - @hadiramoficial + @LeanderWidmoserDrums #lanadelre...

[corroded-hellfire]

I've got this image in my head of very pregnant!AYW reader sitting outside with her feet in a kiddie pool, letting the older boys splash around and keep her cool on a hot day. Maybe a cooler full of frozen treats at her side.

I have had this one in my ask box forever because I wanted to write something I’d be happy with and I think I’m there lol. I hope it makes you happy as well 😘

Words: 1.4k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Of course. The August that you’re seven months pregnant is the hottest summer Hawkins has had in over fifty years. Of course.

Eddie could see how the heat was getting to you. Sweat would dot your forehead just moments after you’d step outside. Your ankles had swollen to almost double the size. It hadn’t escaped anyone’s notice that you were a little more irritable than usual as well. But your husband wasn’t sure what he could do to comfort you. Usually, his way of comforting you included wrapping you up in his arms but the one time he’d attempted to do that you’d given him a death glare that blazed hotter than the weather. He’d learned his lesson after that: no touching when the temperature is above a hundred degrees. 

One early Saturday afternoon, you and Luke are eating lunch while Eddie and Ryan run a few errands. Luke had wanted to go too, but ever since you started your third trimester, Eddie didn’t like the idea of leaving you by yourself. 

It’s quiet between you and your ten-year-old son when the back door bangs open, making you jump and swivel around in your seat–which was no easy task. Perspiration runs down Eddie’s forehead, Ryan’s own golden brown hair plastered to his forehead from the moisture. Patches of Ryan’s gray shirt are black and clinging to his skin from the sweat. If Eddie’s black Iron Maiden shirt weren’t so dark, you know you’d see the same thing on him. Despite how hot and sweaty they both look, they both have smiles on their faces and Eddie looks quite proud of himself.

“I f’ought oo were goin’ to da store,” you say around a mouth full of pasta salad.

“We did,” Eddie said, breaths labored.

“And we set up a surprise for you!” Ryan adds, his beaming grin stretching from ear to ear. 

“And me?” Luke asks optimistically, craning his neck to look over at his father and brother.

“Actually, kind of,” Eddie says with a shrug. “Come on.” Your husband waves the both of you over towards the back door before remembering he should help you up out of the chair–even though you’re capable of doing it yourself. 

The boys both run ahead of you as Eddie stays back with your waddling pace. It feels like no sooner than your bare foot hits the grass of the yard than sweat begins to break out along your hairline. You swear you’ll never complain about the winter being too cold again. 

“It’s small,” you hear Luke say. 

Your eyes catch on the short inflatable kiddie pool set up in the middle of the backyard, two white and blue striped lawn chairs set up beside it, and a large red cooler between them. The garden hose is hanging inside the pool, the green tube writhing like a snake as the water whooshes in to fill the empty space. 

“Cause it’s a kiddie pool, duh,” Ryan replies to his brother. 

“I thought,” Eddie starts, reaching up to rub your shoulders before catching himself, not wanting to make your discomfort worse, “you could sit out here with your feet in the nice cold water. Might help your ankles, too. And you know these two monkeys are always splashing so you’re bound to get caught in the crossfire.”

“Hey,” Luke protests, but Ryan nudges him with his elbow because they both know that their father is right. 

“And…” Eddie takes your hand and gently leads you closer to the chairs, where he opens the cooler that’s nestled between them. Inside there are different flavors of ice pops, ice cream bars, and cold drinks, all enveloped in gallons of ice that have a pleasant chill wafting off them. 

Words become trapped in your throat. Your wonderful husband did all of this for you just because he knows how the heat has been making you feel lately. And after you’ve been a pain in the ass. This would’ve made you emotional even if the hormones didn’t beat you to the punch. 

“Eddie,” you say, all other speech cut off as your bottom lip begins to wobble.

“Uh oh,” Luke whispers.

“No, could be a good thing,” Ryan mumbles back quietly. He was slightly better at understanding the emotional aspect of hormones than his little brother. 

“This is so sweet,” you say, turning to cup your husband’s face in your hands. 

“You’ve been hard at work cooking that bun in the oven,” Eddie says with a shrug. “Oven needs some cooling down though, she’s getting overheated.”

“Ahem,” you hear from behind you. Ryan moves into your peripheral vision, and you turn your head to look at him, sliding your hands down to Eddie’s shoulders as you do. The eldest brother is clearly holding something behind his back, and you scrunch up your brow as you look at him.

“Whatcha got?” you ask.

Eddie huffs out a small chuckle and presses a kiss to your temple before saying, “Ryan found something at the store he says is on every ad for the beach.”

“You bought me sand? The ocean?” you tease the boy.

Ryan rolls his eyes, another reminder that he’s a preteen now. 

“No,” he says. From behind him, Ryan brandishes a floppy hat, and he is certainly right—a woman is wearing one of those in every ad for the beach.

“Ryan, I love it!” you exclaim with a giggle. The grass crunches beneath your feet as you waddle over the few steps to the boy. He holds the straw hat out to you, a bright grin on his face at your happiness. 

“You know,” you say as you accept the hat from him, “I’d bend down so you could put it on my head but then I wouldn’t be able to stand back up.”

“Like crowning a princess!” Luke adds as Ryan laughs.

“Well,” your husband says, coming up behind you, “it’s a good thing I’m taller than Ryan then, huh? Or we could’ve just made Luke help you back up.”

Eddie plucks the hat from your grasp, the straw scratching lightly against your fingertips as he pulls it away. He steps in front of you, and you keep your head level, only raising your eyes to watch Eddie’s pale, toned arms lift to place the floppy hat on top of your head gently. 

“Your Highness,” Eddie says, bowing his head. Your giggle makes Eddie grin as he gestures towards the lawn chairs. “Your throne awaits.”

Twenty minutes later it’s as if the summer heat were merely an annoying insect that you’re only somewhat aware of. Even though the chill water of the miniature pool only goes up to midcalf, sloshes of water have hit you all the way up to your neck. The cool beads of moisture feel like heaven as they meander down your red tank top, though. The denim shorts you’re wearing will weigh a ton later since the boys’ splashing has gotten them so wet, but Eddie’s such a pro at taking your clothes off that he could use a little challenge this time. 

Luke and Ryan manage to find games to play in the small pool—after Luke’s failed attempt at Marco Polo, anyway. Toy boats glide through the water, a few of them on the grass from flying overboard. The two boys shout but they’re outside and having fun, and it’s nice to hear. 

The sound of the back door slamming shut reaches you as you tilt your head back, protected from the sun by Ryan’s thoughtful gift and the sunglasses you grabbed when you got changed. Eyes closed, you listen to footsteps in the grass as Eddie walks your way from the house. They come to a stop and you sense as he crouches down next to you. Lazily, you loll your head to the side and crack your eyes open. 

“How’re my girls?” Eddie asks, placing his right hand over the soaked red shirt covering your baby bump.

“Mmm, good,” you hum. “She’s very happy you bought strawberry shortcake bars.”

“I’m glad she liked them,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “What about you, princess? How do you feel?”

You pretend to consider his question for a moment before speaking.

“Kiss me?” 

You pucker your lips and there’s no hesitation as your husband leans in and gently presses his own against yours.

“Perfect. Now I’m perfect.”

[mermaidinthecity]

I'm sinking slowly so hurry, hold me. Your hand is all I have to keep me hanging on. Please, can you tell me? So I can finally see where you go when you're gone. If you want to, I can save you. I can take you away from here. So lonely inside. So busy out there. And all you wanted was somebody who cares.

All You Wanted by Michelle Branch

[steeleyespan]

also btw everytime we have to cone off the petrol station to shut it customers will just drive past the cones to come ask if we're open. and its like naw we're shut thats why the cones are there..............and they are always like Oh sorry son i wanted to check.... like do u drive thru cones at any other time hfushsudhghhffdgg

[thatonesquintern13]

are y’all watching primo on freevee? i feel like y’all should be watching primo on freevee :)

[thestormlightnetwork]

as you wish? more like as i cry!!!!