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VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 12 & 13 | March 14th – March 27th

Welcome to weeks 12 & 13 of my recommendations, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #VelvetCardiganBucky, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

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«Last Week

Week 14»

My Masterlist

My Fic Rec List of Mafia/Mob Bucky/Sebastian & Steve/Chris/Andy

Stuff I Posted This Week:

Steve + Bey = 4Ever » Steve Rogers and Bey carved places in each other’s hearts, that no one else could ever replace.

I Hear A Symphony » Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader — Reader plays an important song to her for Bucky.

—Formerly The Winter Soldier » “I’m no longer the winter soldier, my name is James Bucky Barnes & you're part of my effort to make amends.”

Lee Bodecker

(Mini) Series:

*Give In by @not-a-great-writer » soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x shy!Reader — She didn’t think she was anything special. So when the intimidating Sheriff takes an interest in her, she can’t help but feel a little unsettled. Her boring life is about to get a little interesting. | This story has to be one of my all time series I’ve ever read, and I know I will weep when it’s over. The chapters are decently sized, you have angst, fluff and smut. I couldn’t ask for more, it’s simply a masterpiece.

Deadbeat Pt. 9 by @the-witty-pen-name » Lee Bodecker x F!Reader — You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room. | Cole thank you for feeding my current Lee Bodecker obsession after I watched The Devil All The Time, for the time. This story is good and I love soft!Lee, and one where no one dies. At least I hope no one dies...

SamBucky

One-Shots:

Loving You Is Cherry Pie by @river-soul » Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes — When Sam Wilson, one of your regulars at the cafe finally asks you out, you’re ecstatic until he tells you he wants his friend to join. When you meet Bucky, you decide it might be worth your while after all. [Allusions to stalking, exhibitionism and explicit sex, 18+] | There is just not enough SamBuck stories out there and we have @river-soul to thank for feeding our love for the boys and giving us some good smut, especially to tide us over till Friday.

Nothing Good Happens After 2 AM by @callmeluna » Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes — You are admittedly a handful when you’ve had a few drinks in you. Luckily, your partners Sam and Bucky are more than up for the challenge… maybe. | If you are looking for something to make you laugh, might I suggest reading this? The whole time as I read this I couldn’t get the huge smile off my face, it was that good.

Bucky Barnes

Drabbles:

Matching by @heli0s-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Reader and Bucky are “matchy matchy,” with their belly button rings. | This is adorable as well as very funny.

One-Shots:

Smooth Criminal by @bestofbucky » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Based on a dream @velvetcardiganbucky had. You’re parents told you to never give rides to strangers, but when you notice Bucky Barnes trying to break into your car, you know some strangers aren’t so bad. | Jenny did my dream justice! I honestly couldn’t have asked for anything better.

Don’t Over Do It by @whisperlullaby » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your boyfriend is an asshole. Bucky reminds you that you are perfect the way you are. | I can’t describe this anyway other than perfect, that I wish I had a Bucky like this there for me. Trust me you’ll love the ending.

Coming Home to You by @angrythingstarlight » Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your Biker boyfriend is finally home and he’s going to show you how much he missed you. With every inch he has. And you’re going to remember how much he loves you. | It’s not very often you read something that has an alternate ending and when you do you find yourself loving both endings. Both endings are hot, the smut is great, again who couldn’t love Biker!Bucky?

Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that. | Thank you so much for entering my writing challenge, it means so much. This one-shot is so good, it hit me right the feels and left me falling in love with Kori and Bucky.

Show Me How To Ride by @angrythingstarlight » Beefy Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You’ve been keeping a secret from your biker boyfriend. He is going to get the information out of you one way or the other. | It’s hot and it makes you realize just how much you realize just how much you love Biker!Bucky.

Bubble Baths by @floatingpetals » Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU) — Even your boyfriend Bucky, needs to wind down at the end of a stressful with a bubble bath, but he doesn’t want to do it alone. | Okay, so my summary of this sucks but let me just say this is fluffy and smutty all at once. I wish I had Bucky to take a bubbly bath with.

Bad Boy!Bucky Barnes x Shy!Reader by @gagmebucky — in which there’s nowhere to sit and bucky offers his lap—then, subsequently, his cock. (bad boy!bucky x shy!reader, dirty talk, exhibitionism and voyeurism, cockwarming, unprotected sex.) | *chugs water* yeah is it a little hot in here? I probably would have failed class if Bucky had been in my class along with Steve, I wouldn’t have known who to stare at, forget learning the material.

**Greater Good by @fuel-joy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — There is a cure for the zombie outbreak but is it worth the cost. | Grab your tissues, because you are going to need them. Thanks darling for entering my writing challenge and making me feel so many feels with this one.

(Mini) Series:

A Tender Heart ♥️ Pt. 2 by @river-soul » Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader — You’ve been sweet on Bucky since you started working at the compound six months ago. Normally quiet and mild mannered, an unexpired fight with a coworker brings Bucky into your orbit. [A/B/O dynamics, brief mention of bullying and fluff] | If anyone can pull at your heartstrings it’s @river-soul making the beginning of this series look so promising and I can’t wait to see where it goes.

Run To You 🪙 Pt. 10 🪙 Pt. 11 🪙 Pt. 12 by @bestofbucky » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bodyguard!Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. | Jenny left me at the edge of my seat, making this such an amazing story, I always look forward to her updates, and so sad that there is only 1 chapter left.

Better than Working sequel to This by @angrythingstarlight » Beefy Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Beefy Biker Bucky shows you all the benefits of working from home. In fact what he has for you is so much better than work. | Sometimes you just need to read something hot to lift your spirits, let this do that.

Stucky

One-Shots:

*Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again. | This is so hot that I highly recommend not reading this anywhere out in public. The smut in this is just *chefs kiss*

(Mini) Series:

Miracle Pt. 2 🥀 Pt. 1 by @heavenhatesme » Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader; Soft!Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader — When infertility threatens mankind with extinction and there hasn’t been a baby for almost 18 years, what happens when two certain super soldiers fall for the same woman and accidentally impregnate her? | It’s not tagged as dark, sorry to the writer I tagged it that please forgive me? But I just want to tell everyone heed the tags. I do look forward to reading what happens next. The smut in this is great!

Invisible Ink by @navybrat817 » Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers — The owners of the Howling Commandos Tattoo Parlor want to make you their best girl. | I love the idea of tattoo’d Bucky and Steve, but that's because I have a weakness for tattoo’s. So this series is just right up my alley, and the start of it is so good that I know it’s good to be a great one!

Steve Rogers

Drabbles:

Chocolate Milk & Dino Nuggets by @nony-bear » Steve Rogers x Reader — Daddy Steve helps make his little girl feel better after a long week. DDLG THEMES | Had me wishing I had a Steve to make me Dino nuggets after a long day at work. It’s precious folks.

Prompt 4K Drabble Challenge by @sweeterthanthis » Steve Rogers x Reader — “Show me how deep you can take it.” | You’re going to need an ice cold bath after this one.

One-Shots:

A Cruel Tide by @writerwrites » Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader — A lost hero thinks she needs saving, but this divorcée’s needs were different, fleeting, and then full of attachment. Can they overcome the burdens on their shoulders and keep their word? | Sometimes you want to wrap the reader and Steve in a blanket and protect them while enjoying the smut. This gave me that and more.

Untitled Request by @navybrat817 » Steve Rogers x Reader — Sending Steve a naughty photo while he’s in a meeting leads to punishment that will remind you to never do it again, right? | Hi, I’m just going to drench myself in ice cold water. ✌🏻

(Mini) Series:

*Control Pt. 3 🔐 Pt. 1 🔐 Pt. 2 by @river-soul » dark!Steve Rogers x Reader — When a probationary agent asks you out on a date you learn Steve’s intentions for you have evolved. He doesn’t take kindly to someone touching what’s his. [Noncon, physical violence (biting), grooming behavior and explicit sex, 18+] | Definitely one of my favorite series to read on Tumblr so far, you know it’s dark, and the smut is great. I always look forward to the updates on this one.

*Lipstick and Crayons 🖍 Ch. 4 by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve can’t ever repay you for what you did. After meeting you, Steve believes his broken family is the missing piece in the puzzle of your own wrecked one. Indebting the crime lord to you has been the biggest mistake of your life, cause now you can’t get rid of him, no matter what. Loyalty and favours go a long way in the mob. | This story always gets my heart a racing and leaves you with questions as to what is going to happen next. I truly love it and Soft!Dad while being Angry!Mob boss Steve all at the same time, this story just has it all for me.

This Is My Unbecoming by @river-soul » Werewolf!Steve Rogers x Witch!Reader — When the Hydra pack graduates from turning humans to swell their ranks to kidnapping and murdering witches to consolidate power, Steve knows he needs to strike. He makes a deal with a powerful coven leader for a witch of his own in exchange for destroying the rogue pack. [Magical realism, biting, blood, slightly dubious consent and explicit sex, 18+] | Okay this is so good and I would like to thank the teenage mind of @river-soul for creating this! Like seriously thank you. I look forward to reading more!

It’s been a long, long time ☕️ Ch.1 by @mostly-marvel-musings » Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers – a man who has lost too much finds himself blending into the crowd in attempts to forget his past but revisits familiar places and spends days sketching his heart out. A rainy evening leads him to find shelter in your coffee shop. Is having meaningful conversations over endless cups of coffee with a stranger the key to unlocking a heart that’s lost the will to love? | The prologue tore my heart out, it truly did but the first chapter just puts the pieces back together. I really love this and I’m honestly looking forward to reading what happens next. I can’t thank you enough for entering my writing challenge!

*Not A Team Part: 1 by @shedobewritingalittle » Steve Rogers x Reader — The Reader tries to live a normal life, but her memories won’t leave her alone. Rhodey comes to visit the reader with a proposition. | There aren't a lot of stories out there that have walk on parts with Rhodey in it and I didn’t know how much I missed out on having him in stories till I read this. This was just so well written and the characterization of Rhodey was perfect, how Peyton got the emotions written across, it’s perfect. Read this and have some tissues on hand. I will always love it.

Andy Barber

One-Shots:

Closing Arguments by @river-soul » Andy Barber x Reader — Andy and you are going out for the first time since your daughter’s birth. Anxious about leaving her behind Andy does his best to make you feel better. [Fluff with explicit sex (f recieving), 18+] | So fluffy and sweet!

Keep the Heat by @ozarkthedog » Andy Barber x Reader — Andy fucks you in the coat. | Semi-Short and the smut is oh so good.

(Mini) Series:

Homebound 🏡 Ch. 1 by @fuel-joy » Dark!Andy Barber x Reader — You witness your neighbor kill his wife. You try to gather evidence all from the comfort of your home. | Prepare to be at the edge of your seat with this one, it’s just that good.

One Night by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor » Dark!Andy Barber x Reader — One night changes your entire life. | This is dark and exciting, with tons of angst in it. I love a real good dark!Andy fic and this is it.

Chris Evans

One-Shots:

Mirrors by @cherrychris » Chris Evans x Reader — “wanna know what i see? me owning you and this sweet little pussy” | Sometimes you read things that just blow your mind and this was one of those things.

*Work Party by @harrylovex » Chris Evans x Reader — you get drunk at a work party and chris looks after you… | This is really adorable and probably one of my favorite fluffy Chris Evans one-shots I’ve ever read.

Misc.

One-Shots:

An Act of Kindness by @stargazingfangirl18 » Jake Jensen x Female!Reader — A simple act of kindness seals your fate. | I would like to simply start of by saying that this was my first Jake Jensen fanfiction in years, or maybe my first one, and all I could was where have I been hiding from him? So good and glad I read this and so will you!

*Come Back Safe by @celestialbarnes » Sam Wilson x Reader — based on tfatws, you find out sam’s leaving for a mission, afraid to lose the man you love, you confront him, and he promises you to come back. | So fluffy you’ll want to cuddle it under a blanket fort and wish under a thousand starry night skies for it to come true.

(Mini) Series:

Fiery Friends Pt. 3 🔥 Pt. 4 by @wanderinglunarnights » Johnny Storm x OFC!Sophia Jones — Johnny invites his best friend Sophia to stay with him in his penthouse during quarantine. | I really like this story, because I find myself mentally rooting for Sophia and Johnny, also going you go girl. Looking forward to what is next for this duo.

Ensnared Pt. 2 🔗 Pt. 1 by @stargazingfangirl18 » Ransom Drysdale x Female!Reader; minor Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Reader — Robert preps you for the handoff to the smooth talking stranger who bought you, but before he lets you go, he wants to have a little fun first. | So good and hot. Honestly I look forward to hopefully finding out what happens between the reader and Ransom.

Made With Love by @ayybtch » Wanda Maximoff x f!Reader + Friends to Lovers — Wanda is an excellent cook but a terrible baker. A rough day leads her to the bakery in the Avengers compound where she meets you, the lead baker. After a dismal attempt at making chocolate chip cookies, you volunteer to help Wanda learn how to bake. Your friendship grows stronger with each successful recipe until the two of you stumble into something even sweeter than baked goods. | This story will constantly have you smiling, sure it’s only 3 chapters so far, but I started off reading it in a bad mood but by the 3rd chapter I was just so sappy and happy. I can’t wait for more!

Without Me by CuttingMyFingersOff » Legolas x OFC!Braigeth — Braigeth was an elf who has nothing but memories of Legolas to help her survive being imprisoned in the walls of Orthanc. That is, until she is able to escape and reunite with him. | I’ve been invested in this since my friend came forward to me with the idea for this story and now that it’s being written, I couldn’t be more excited to read it. I need more Lord of the Rings in my life if I’m being honest.

Forever and Ever More by @syntheticavenger » Dark Alpha!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Reader — Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha but he has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not. | Prepared to go on a Hawaiian EMOTIONAL roller coaster with this story, there are so many times in this story you find yourself picking your jaw up off the floor. I’ve linked you to chapter 9, which has all the previous chapters, listed.

Is A Shout Out To My...

@bluemusickid in celebration of 700 followers is hosting a Holi Celebration Writing Challenge, that is due April 30th, but extension can be given. Any Marvel or MCU characters can be used in addition to Chris Evans and his characters. The theme is Holi and its colors, for better explanation visit the link provided.

@whisperlullaby in celebration of 700 followers is hosting a 700 Followers Challenge, your entries will be due May 5th. The theme is kinks, no RPF, DDLG/MMLG, bathroom related , incest, or under age kinks. This is MCU characters, Sebastian Stan, and Chris Evans characters x OFC or Reader. For more information visit the link provided. Congrats Becca on the 700 followers you deserve it hun!

@stargazingfangirl18 in celebration of 5K followers is hosting a Soft Dark Writing Challenge, which is due May 31st. Don’t let the name fool you, your writing can be soft, dark, or soft!dark, or headcanons about any Chris character. 500 word minimum with no max, but new or be read as a stand alone piece. For more information visit the link provided and be sure to congratulate Siri on her 5K milestone!

@cloudystevie in celebration of 4K followers is hosting a Mob!AU Writing Challenge, that is due on May 30th. You can use Chris Evans and any of his characters he’s played before, as well as make it NSFW or SFW. To learn more about it please visit the link below. Also congratulations Jasmeen on the 4K followers! 💗

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tomhiddlestonfanfic · 4 years

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A Step Too Far? Chapter Nine A Moon of My Own

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6 - Ch. 7 - Ch. 8 - Ch. 9 - Ch. 10 - Ch. 11

TITLE: A Step Too Far? NUMBER OF CHAPTERS/ONE SHOT: 9/? WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Stepfather Tom OTHER CHARACTERS: Benedict Cumberbatch, Andrew Scott PAIRING: Tom/OFC, Benedict Cumberbatch/OFC GENRE: Drama, Hurt/Comfort WARNINGS: Spanking, Infidelity, Sex

CHAPTER NINE A Moon of My Own

Nina spent the weekend at home, bonding with baby William. She sang swedish songs to him and found that Tom was listening intently, trying to understand the lyrics. She ended up translating for him and teaching him swedish nursery rhymes and pop songs.

"I want a moon of my own, that I can go to, and forget that you left me. I can sit on my moon, and do whatever I want, I'll stay there until everything's alright," Nina translated one of her mother's favourite songs for Tom.

"Thank you for translating," Tom told her with a warm smile.

"No problem," Nina replied and continued to sing for her baby brother. "Jag är fattig bonddräng men jag lever ändå…"

"What was that song about?" Tom asked curiously from the sofa where he was laying down and watching her interactions with the baby.

"It's about a poor farmer boy who works hard everyday," Nina explained. "He gets drunk on Saturdays, gets into fights and sleeps with women. On Sundays he sleeps instead of going to church. Then the work week begins again. Eventually he dies and stands before God, regretful of his sins. But God forgives him and welcomes him into heaven."

"Is that really a children's song?" Tom questioned amusedly.

"The farm boy sings it in 'Emil i Lönneberga', so it’s sort of a children's song, I guess. Or maybe it's meant for the grown ups watching with their children," Nina replied. "It's written by Astrid Lindgren, so it’s for everyone."

"I see. I appreciate the existential theme," Tom told her.

"Me too," Nina agreed and smiled at him. She realised that she enjoyed spending time in his company. Things had become different between them ever since they started working together. She felt like she knew him a bit better now, and ever since he became a father, she had seen a more sensitive side of him. He had expressed his worry for her in more tactful ways and they hadn't been arguing as much as they used to do.

“You’ve spent most weekends at home lately, is something up?” Nina’s mother asked her during dinner.

“I’ve just been tired from work, so I haven’t really felt like doing anything on the weekends,” Nina replied with a shrug.

“Perhaps you should work fewer hours if work is making you so tired,” Helena suggested, looking a bit concerned as she gently caressed her daughter’s cheek. “She could do that, right Tom?”

“I’ve already offered that,” Tom replied, also assuming a look of concern as he looked at Nina. “The offer still stands.”

“No thanks, I’m good,” Nina insisted.

“But you don’t seem to have any energy left for your friends,” Helena objected.

“Isn’t that what life is like as a grown up? All work, no play, and then you die?” Nina questioned gloomily.

“Nina, are you getting depressed again? Are you taking your medications?” Helena asked concernedly.

Nina sighed heavily in response. “I can’t recall ever becoming undepressed,” she muttered and got up from the dinner table, grabbing her plate and glass. “Thanks for the food.”

“You’re welcome,” Tom replied as she left the dining room.

Nina threw away the rest of the food and placed the dishes in the dishwasher before heading to the fridge, grabbing another one of her precious energy drinks. At least they presented her with some joy in her quite lonely life. She would occassionally call Jim over for sex, but other than that, she spent most of her time alone. Nina’s loneliness had been a source of concern for her mother for many years. It had even gotten to the point that Nina sometimes went out for hour long walks, telling her mother that she was seeing a friend. She had done that a lot during the summer, taking a book with her to sit and read by the sea. Her favourite book was one that Tom had gifted her for her nineteenth birthday. It was called The Stranger and was about the absurdity of life and the feeling of alienation. Nina felt alienated a lot of the time, as though she did not belong anywhere in this world.

During the evening, Tom came by her room to check on her.

“Can I come in?” he requested and Nina nodded at him as she sat up in her bed, putting her laptop aside. “We worry about you.”

“There’s nothing to worry about,” Nina told him, pulling her knees up to her chest, hugging them.

“You seem... lonely,” Tom said carefully.

“I need to be alone a lot,” Nina told him. “Being around people takes a lot of energy.”

“Then maybe you should work shorter hours, so you have energy to do fun things with friends and not only work,” Tom suggested. Nina snorted in response.

“What friends?” she asked.

“How about the one you spent a lot of time with this summer? Viktoria?” Tom said.

“Viktoria is not real,” Nina admitted.

“What?” Tom asked confusedly.

“I made her up so mom wouldn’t worry so much about me being alone,” she explained.

“But you were away for hours at a time, sometimes all day and sometimes all night,” Tom said frowningly.

“Yeah, it was kind of fun actually, how you never figured it out when you never got to meet her,” Nina told him with a sad smile. “It’s kind of pathetic, isn’t it? Making up imaginary friends when you’re twenty? And still living with your mother because you’re too afraid of what you would do to yourself if you had to live alone?” she confided in him.

“It’s not pathetic,” Tom said earnestly and put an arm around her shoulders. “I had no idea you were feeling that way. I thought you lived with your mom because you were comfortable that way, not because you were afraid to live alone.”

“Please don’t tell mom about this. I’ve told her that Viktoria moved to Stockholm, so please don’t tell her that she never even existed. She was so happy when she thought I had a best friend,” Nina pleaded.

“I won’t tell her. But I think you need to see someone about this. Didn’t you have a psychologist?” Tom asked.

“It didn’t work out between us, so I stopped going,” Nina reminded him.

“Right,” Tom remembered. “How about finding you a new one. I’ll be more than happy to pay for it.”

“You don’t have to pay for it,” Nina told him. “You gave me a job, remember? I can pay for therapy myself now. Especially as I’m living here for free.”

“I want you to save your money for the future or use them to have fun. I’m paying for your therapy,” Tom insisted.

“I never even agreed that I would go see a therapist,” Nina said.

“Please, see a therapist. It would give your mother and I some peace of mind to know that you have someone to talk to about those things,” Tom pleaded.

“I'll think about it,” Nina told him.

“Thank you,” Tom said with an appreciative smile.

The weekend passed and it was soon Monday again. Nina looked up to see Benedict standing by her desk. He didn’t look pleased. He was probably still upset by the fact that she had spied on him and his family.

“I would like to have a word with you in my office, miss Andersson,” he requested calmly, seemingly holding back on his anger. Nina looked up at him defiantly.

“How about no?” she told him irritably. She didn’t want to be alone with him, because she would probably end up almost having sex with him.

“No?” he questioned incredulously and leaned down over the desk, so that their faces were just decimetres away from each other. She could feel the smell of his cologne and felt an involuntary thrill of excitement run through her body as she looked him in his darkened eyes. “My office now,” he told her firmly in a low voice.

“Fine,” Nina finally agreed, afraid that Benedict would make a scene otherwise. He looked like he could barely contain his anger. She glanced over her shoulder at her colleagues as she followed him to his office. They all seemed busy doing their jobs, not taking notice of what was going on between her and Benedict. She felt relieved. It would be embarrassing if they thought she made major work related mistakes that would have one of her bosses get angry with her. While she had made a major mistake, at least it was not work related.

Benedict shut the curtain and locked the door, just like he had done preceding week. Nina swallowed nervously. Was he going to beat her again? She knew she would agree to it, even if she wished she would have had the integrity and self-respect to tell him no.

"What the hell were you thinking sneaking around my house?" he demanded angrily. "What if Sophie had seen you?"

"Then you would probably be able to come up with a good lie to explain my presence. Because it comes naturally to you, doesn't it? Lying," Nina told him bitterly.

"I hate lying to my wife," Benedict told her. "I already told you that."

"Then don't give yourself any reasons to lie," she replied.

He approached her angrily and Nina found herself slapping him hard across the face. He looked at her in astonishment for a brief moment, then grabbed her by the arm dragging her with him towards the desk. Nina felt herself grow moist between the legs and a tingling sensation in her lower abdomen as he bent her over the desk. She shut her eyes tightly as he pressed her face down against the desk surface and she bit her lip hard as she braced herself for the pain to come. Benedict slapped her bottom hard with his hand several times, before undoing his belt. This time, he waited between the lashes for Nina to recover before landing the next one across her buttocks. Nina whimpered slightly as she neared her limit and he stopped hitting her with the belt. He roughly grabbed her ass, squeezing it with his hands before rolling up her tight pencil skirt over her hips. Nina gasped as he unexpectedly ripped her tights open in the groin and put his hand between her thighs.

“You naughty girl,” he told her as he felt how wet she was. He touched her, moved the thong to the side and entered her with two fingers at a time. He fingerfucked her until he felt her convulse around him, she was shuddering with pleasure and panting heavily. “Did you come?” he asked smirkingly as she stood up and turned around towards him. She put her arms around his neck and brought him into a kiss. They made out and she began to feel horny again. She touched his erect penis through his trousers and stroked it eagerly.

“Fuck me,” she whispered lustfully into his ear. She didn’t need to ask twice. Benedict lifted her up on the desk, undid his black trousers and released his erect penis. Nina smiled satisfiedly at the sight of it before it entered her. “Fuck me hard,” she requested, and he did. She had to bite her lip hard to suppress a loud moan as he fucked her quickly. She orgasmed again and he pulled out of her.

“On your knees,” he ordered, his voice demanding and his eyes darkened with lust. Nina fell to her knees before him and viciously smiled up at him. “Open your mouth,” he said and she quickly obeyed. She felt like a porn star as he ejaculated into her mouth. “Swallow,” Benedict said, but she grimaced in disgust and shook her head at him as she got up to spit out his cum into his coffee cup.

“Oh, you naughty girl,” Benedict commented with a grin as he watched her trying to make herself look presentable.

“How’s my makeup?” she asked him and he looked at her closely before running his thumbs underneath her eyes, wiping away some mascara.

“Did you cry?” he asked her surprisedly as he continued to gently wipe mascara from her cheeks.

“A little bit,” Nina admitted with a shrug and managed to smile at him. The guilt had overwhelmed her the moment she orgasmed for the second time.

“Your makeup probably needs some touch ups, but it looks fine,” Benedict told her as he pulled out his wallet from his pocket. He took out a thousand krona bill and handed it to her. “For a morning-after pill,” he explained as she looked at him confusedly. “I think I might have come a little bit inside of you.”

“You’re making me feel like a cheap whore,” Nina muttered, but accepted the money. Benedict pulled out a couple of more bills from his wallet and tried giving them to her. “No thanks,” she told him and refused to take the money.

“Do you promise you will take a morning-after pill?” he asked her as she turned to leave.

“Of course, I don’t want a child with someone like you,” Nina told him irritably.

“Don’t forget to take the coffee cup with you,” Benedict reminded her with a smirk. Nina angrily went back towards his desk and grabbed the coffee cup, before stalking out of his office. What the hell had she just done?

Nina went into the kitchen and angrily threw the coffee cup into the trash. She then proceeded to kick the trash can until a familiar voice interrupted her.

“Did mister Cumberbatch yell at you again?” Stina asked concernedly.

“He did,” Nina replied, her eyes filling up with tears. Stina went up to her and hugged her.

“I’m sorry that he’s being such an ass to you,” Stina told her sympathetically. “If you want to talk about it, I’m all ears.”

“Thank you, Stina,” Nina told her appreciatively and tightened the hug. They stood like that for a long moment until another colleague entered the kitchen.

“Nina, what’s the company’s policy on workplace relationships?” Erik asked her provocatively. He must have somehow heard about their date.

“It’s fine, as long as you’re keeping it professional at work,” Nina told him as she stepped away from Stina.

“That didn’t look very professional to me,” Erik told her.

“It was just a hug, Erik,” Stina told him and smiled carefreely at him. “I can give you one too, if you like,” she offered cheerfully. “You look like you could use one.”

“No thanks,” Erik said with a grimace and hurriedly left the kitchen.

Nina and Stina shared amused looks before heading back to work.

Nina felt weighed down by guilt for what she had done, but somehow managed to get through the workday. Benedict cheerfully told her goodbye before heading homewards and she replied with an exaggeratedly gleeful ‘see you tomorrow!’ Her smile faded the moment he turned away from her and was replaced by a dark glare.

“What are you glaring at Ben for?” Andrew asked her curiously and she flinched. She hadn’t noticed him standing there a few metres away, watching her interaction with Benedict. “Did something happen?”

“He yelled at me,” Nina said and noticed Stina looking at them from a distance. She couldn’t exactly tell Andrew the truth, now could she? She felt like she wanted to come clean to someone about it, but didn’t know who.

“What for?” Andrew asked and Nina searched her mind for some error she could have made that would make Benedict yell at her.

“I misspelled his name in an important mail,” she lied. “I wrote Cucumberbatch and he found it humiliating.” She couldn’t help but smile at her own lie. Andrew returned her smile.

“I see,” he said amusedly. “I could talk to him about treating you more gently, if you like,” he offered, but Nina shook her head at him in response.

“I’m fine. Now that it’s over, I do find it kind of funny,” she assured him with a genuinely bright smile. She wanted so badly to believe her own lie. How great it would have been if only it had been true.

But it wasn’t true. On the way home, Tom put on her mother’s favourite song about wanting a moon of your own to go to and stay there until everything was alright again. Nina’s filled with tears as she thought about how she just wanted to escape somewhere far away from everything. She wanted a moon of her own to go to.

“Are you alright?” Tom asked her concernedly.

“Yes, I was just thinking about Ted,” Nina told him.

“Ted Gärdestad? Who sings the song?” Tom asked her.

“Yeah. I was thinking about how beautifully he sang and how sadly he died. He killed himself,” Nina told him sadly.

“That’s very tragic,” Tom replied seriously and threw her concerned looks for the rest of the car ride home.

“I’m going for a walk,” Nina informed her mother and Tom after taking a shower and getting dressed into a pair of jeans and a David Bowie t-shirt.

“But dinner is almost ready,” her mother objected.

“I’ll eat when I get back,” Nina assured her and put her shoes and jacket on. Tom took out the trash bags out of the kitchen bins and put on a pair of slippers, following her out.

“Nina,” he said as they reached the bins outside the house. She turned around to look at him. He had a concerned look on his face. “You’re not thinking about doing something rash, are you?” he asked her seriously. Nina frowned slightly and then remembered their conversation in the car earlier.

“I’m not thinking of killing myself, if that’s what you’re talking about,” she told him frankly.

“Good,” Tom replied with a brief smile. His blue eyes still conveyed concern. “Don’t be too long or we’ll get worried.”

“I’m twenty years old,” Nina reminded him. “Not a kid, I can look after myself.”

“I know. But I still want you to be careful and not stay out too long,” Tom insisted. “Remember that you have work tomorrow.”

“I know. See you in a bit,” Nina told him.

Nina just kept walking as she listened to music and tried not to think too much about what was weighing her down. Eventually, she sat down by a lake and looked at the full moon in the sky. Its light was mirrored by the water surface of the lake and she found it breathtakingly beautiful. She turned off the music on her phone and sang softly to herself where she sat on the rocks. She sang the song about the moon as tears rolled down her face. She imagined what Ted must have felt like during his last moments of life and was filled by death agony. She put her phone and headphones down on the rocks before standing up. She looked at the water surface and dived into the cold water with her clothes on. As she reached the surface, Nina gasped at how cold it was and swam back up to the rocks where she climbed up and grabbed her phone.

She was shuddering with cold as she walked back home in soaking wet clothes. As she got inside, Tom came to greet her in the hallway and looked at her in shock.

“What happened?” he asked frowningly.

“I fell,” Nina lied.

“Should I put your phone in a bag of rice?” he offered.

“The phone is fine,” Nina told him. Tom looked at her suspiciously.

“You didn’t fall, did you?” he asked frankly. Nina shrugged at him. “I asked you not to do anything rash.”

“It wasn’t rash, I spared my phone and headphones,” Nina objected.

“Your lips are blue. Come, let’s go down to the basement so your mother doesn’t see you like this,” Tom told her, putting a gentle arm around her shoulder as he walked her down to the basement. “Clothes off and step in the shower, I’ll get you some dry clothes,” he instructed and respectfully turned away as Nina immodestly began to take her clothes off in front of him. She wasn’t trying to seduce him or anything, she was just too cold to care if he saw her naked body.

Nina took a hot shower and smiled sadly to herself as she found a towel and clothes laid out for her. Tom was always being so nice and gentle towards her. For once she felt grateful that he was a little bit boring and not more like Benedict. She realised that she would never be able to live with the guilt if she managed to get Tom to be unfaithful to her mother. She got dressed and went upstairs to find Tom on the sofa in the living room. She walked up to him and smiled.

“Thank you for being so boring,” she told him, causing him to laugh surprisedly.

“I don’t think I’m that boring,” he objected as she sat down in the armchair next to the sofa.

“You’re just the right amount of boring,” Nina said. “I mean it as a compliment.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Tom told her amusedly. “You seem a bit happier now.”

“I am,” Nina told him with a smile.

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“I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” ~ A Modern Santa!Negan AU One-Shot

Request: Where it’s Christmas time and Negan and the reader have a daughter together and they are trying to get her to sleep but she wants to meet Santa and they keep saying he won’t stop if you’re awake.

Requested By: @mychemicalimagines

Summary: Negan, you, and y’all’s little girl all enjoy a surprise filled Christmas together.

Warning(s): Fluff. Language. Sexual innuendos and tension.

Word Count: 8,450 words!

Author’s Note(s): Merry Christmas (or Happy Holidays, whichever you prefer)! Here’s a little one-shot that @mychemicalimagines asked me to write, and since it’s Christmas, I figured I’d go ahead and try to crank this out in time for the holidays! Also, @mychemicalimagines helped me write this, so thanks, bud, for the help! I enjoyed havin’ the chance to write with you. :)

Relationship(s): Negan x Reader (Married). Negan x Emily (Father/Daughter). Reader x Emily (Mother/Daughter)

Characters: Negan. Reader. Emily (OFC).

Taglist: @negans-network @thamberlina @prettyboynegan @mychemicalimagines

Story Time:

Negan’s POV:

“Please, daddy? I just wanna see Santa!” My little girl pleads, jumping up into my lap.

I look at you sitting next to me on Emily’s bed. You look at me, with a small grin on your face. Your look tells me that I’m on my own for this. I let out a quiet sigh as I look down at our daughter. She looks up me, waiting for my answer. I place a hand on her back.

I bit my bottom lip as I think. I smirk as I come up with the perfect plan. I look at Emily.

“Alright. Let’s make a fuckin’ deal, yeah?” I ask.

She nods. “Ok!”

“You can stay up until 10:30 tonight, to try and see Santa, but just know that he’s not gonna fuckin’ show up until you’re sound asleep, like a good little girl.”

“Ok!”

Emily’s so fuckin’ excited, but I know she won’t be able to keep her eyes open long ‘nough to see the clock say 10:30 pm. Besides, that’s only two hours away, and I can already tell that she’s exhausted. She’s been fighting sleep since we finished baking cookies for Santa earlier.

She kisses my cheek and I hug her tightly.

“Go ahead and give your ma a fuckin’ hug and kiss goodnight too, sweetheart.” I say.

She hops out of my lap and climbs into yours. She flings her little arms ‘round your neck and hugs you while peppering your cheek with a bunch of little kisses, which has you chuckling. I laugh too. It’s adorable, seeing you with our daughter always makes me happy and tonight is no different.

In fact, tonight’s even more special. The three of us have matching pajamas on. Emily found ‘em when she saw them in Target when the two of y’all went shopping yesterday for some last minute cookie ingredients. They’re red silk with little reindeers on ‘em that have green little scarves ‘round their necks.

The pants have a little red ribbon drawstring to tighten ‘em ‘round the waist. The shirts have cute little green buttons, and the sleeves are long with a little white ribbon stitched ‘round the cuffs. The collar folds down at the neck, and offers a view of the collarbone.

Emily has her shirt buttoned all the way up. You only have the top button undone. As for me, well, I have the top three undone, per your request. You love to see my chest hair peek out from under my shirts. I’m not one to deny you. Emily crawls from your lap and settles back in mine, wrapping her legs ‘round my waist, and her arms ‘round the middle of my torso.

She lays her head on my shoulder. I gently rub her back.

“I love you, daddy.” She murmurs, sleepily.

“I love you too, baby girl.” I reply, kissing the top of her head.

She snuggles up to me even more. Not even ten minutes later, she’s sound asleep in my arms. I let out a chuckle. I knew she wouldn’t make it to 10:30 pm and still be awake. Hearing you giggle, I glance over at you. You just grin and shake your head.

“You knew she wouldn’t stay awake, didn’t you?” You tease.

“Yup!” I say, making the “P” pop.

You laugh. “Alright. Well, I do believe it’s time for Santa to make his appearance.”

I chuckle. “You might be fuckin’ onto somethin’ there, sweetheart.”

You grin, lean over, and kiss my cheek before you stand up. I shift, holding Emily in my arm still. You pull the covers back on her bed, and I gently lay her down, covering her up. I place a soft kiss on her forehead before following you to our room.

You close the door once we’re in there, and I start unbuttoning my pajama shirt. You watch with a lustful look in your eyes. I chuckle and do a bit of a striptease for you as I finish undressing. You bite your bottom lip.

“I get my present later, right?” You ask, seductively.

I smirk. “Depends. You’ll have to ask Santa real nicely.”

You grin. “Oh. I will. And, I know Santa will fuckin’ give me what I want.”

I growl playfully, and tug you towards me. I kiss you before walking over to our closet. I slide the doors open and look inside for the Santa Claus costume you bought for me a couple years ago. Thankfully my body ain’t changed much so I should be able to still fit in it properly.

I snag the hanger, and carry the suit over to our bed. I glance up, taking the suit jacket off the hanger first so I can get to the pants. I slip ‘em on over my black and white spotted boxers. You always seem to giggle whenever I wear ‘em, and although you won’t tell me why, I still wear ‘em as often as I can, just so I can hear your cute as fuckin’ shit giggle.

I grab one of my white t-shirts from the dresser and shove my head and arms through the proper holes. Once my head pops through the top hole, I see you holding one of our fluffiest pillows towards me. I chuckle as I take it and shove it under my shirt.

It just so happens to be your pillow so it smells just like you; your scent from the pillow drifts up to my nose and I just smile. You giggle at me. “Have I told you I love your dimples?”

I chuckle. “Mmhhmm. And, have I told you, I fuckin’ love you?”

You blush. “I love you too.”

I quickly make sure it’s in place correctly before I tuck my shirt into the pants. The soft fabric slightly tickles my legs, but also feels extremely fuckin’ comfortable. There’s a semi-hidden drawstring in the waistband of the pants, and I tug the two ends so that the pants tighten ‘round my waist and sit just below my hips.

I unbutton the few buttons on the suit jacket and slide it over my upper body. Once it’s situated, I button it up. I look at you, placing my hands on my extended, fluffed up tummy. I raise an eyebrow.

“Ho ho ho!” I say, lowering my voice to sound more like a stereotypical Santa.

“What did you just call me?” You try to say with a straight face but giggles just flood out.

Your giggles turn into a rolling laugh, and you’re laughing so much that you have to plop down on our bed, with your eyes closed. I chuckle. You open your eyes after a few minutes and look up at me. I notice tears rolling down your cheeks, and I start to laugh.

I’m happy to see you so happy. I sit down next to you on the bed, and look for the boots you bought for this shindig. I attempt to put ‘em on, but due to my pillow stuffed belly, I can’t. After a few unsuccessful attempts that send you into another fit of giggles, you finally get down on your knees before me, and help slide the boots onto my feet.

“Santa, I think you need to lose some weight.” You joke.

I chuckle. “Hardy fuckin’ har har.”

You just laugh. “I hope you know you can’t be cussing every five seconds when you’re around Emily like this. She will start to understand.”

“Do you mean when I’m dressed as fuckin’ Santa? Or in fuckin’ general?”

“When you’re dressed as fuckin’ Santa.” You say in a deeper voice trying to copy me; it never works, but it still is so fuckin’ cute.

I sigh, but only playfully. I know you’ve got a valid point there. You place your hands on my thighs, close to my knees rather than closer towards my crotch, much to my fuckin’ dismay.

“You’re fuckin’ right, I suppose. But...who said that Santa can’t fuckin’ cuss?” I ask, more to myself.

“Pretty much every Santa story ever!”

I open my mouth to protest. “Uh...doll...that’s not necessarily the fuckin’ case. You know Santa wasn’t always this great fuckin’ guy that delievered toys to good fuckin’ little boys and girls. Right?”

Your brow furrows. “The hell you talkin’ ‘bout, Negan?”

I’m shocked. “You really don’t know?”

You shake your head. “No?”

“Oh! Baby, ok listen. The true origins of Santa depict him as this evil being that would eat kids! He’d go ‘round to different fuckin’ houses and snatch up all the naughty boys and girls. He used to be fuckin’ feared by all. It was a way to get kids to fuckin’ behave. He was not the fuckin’ pudgy, soft-faced and spoken character we all know and love today. He was a scrawny, scary lookin’ little fucker that would mess you the fuck up.”

Your eyes widen. “Please tell me you don’t tell this story to Emily?”

I shake my head. “Sweetheart, we both know I’m an asshole, but I’m not a monster. I ain’t gonna scare the shit outta our fuckin’ kid like that.”

“Good.” You place one of your hands on your forehead. “When you read the stories to Emily, you cuss, don’t you?”

“That’s beside the fuckin’ point.” I laugh. “She knows it’s me readin’ her the fuckin’ stories, and she knows I fuckin’ cuss like a damn sailor.”

You give me that look and I know I need to tread carefully. I shut my trap after muttering a “Yes, ma’am.”

You lean up and kiss my cheek, muttering, “Good boy.”

I grin to myself. Damn fuckin’ right I’m a good boy. But, only when I’m with you. I’m only a good boy for you. You make me want to be one. You get up and go over to the closet. You disappear inside for a second before reappearing for a second with a box labeled “Holiday”.

You set it on the bed next to me. Inside is the beard I need, along with the Santa hat and black leather gloves. I slide the gloves on over my hands. You hold the beard out to me.

“What? My beard not fuckin’ good ‘nough? I’ve been workin’ on this shit for a few months now.” I say, smirking, rubbing my bearded chin.

You shake your head. “Sorry, babe. But, no. It’s not quite white ‘nough. There’s still too much pepper in what’s supposed to be an all salt beard.”

“Hey! I thought you liked my salt-and-pepper scruff? You never complain when I’ve got my face buried ‘tween your thighs, doll.”

I watch as you rub your thighs together at my words, and I just smirk. I knew it. You playfully glare at me, and smack my shoulder. I grunt, but you know I’m just fuckin’ messing with you. I take the beard and put it on. After you help me get it in place, you slide the hat on my head.

You place a kiss against my cheek before you hold a hand out towards me. I take it, and stand up. I wrap my arms ‘round you as best as I can with the pillow in the way between us.

“Ready to make some noise, Santa?” You ask, looking up at me.

I nod. “Let’s fuckin’ do this shit!”

I climb up onto the bed, and jump off of it, making a loud thud as my boots hit the hardwood floor. I look at you, grinning.

“Think that sounded close ‘nough to a sleigh landing on the fuckin’ roof?” I ask.

“Close enough. She won’t know the difference.” You say grabbing the bells out of the box that was on the bed. “Better hurry up and go downstairs. Before she catches Santa in mommy and daddy’s room.”

You tap your fingers against my sternum before laying your palm flat against me. You step up on your tiptoes and gently kiss me. I smile into the kiss as i hold you close. I walk downstairs to the living room with you by my side, ringing the bells every few seconds so Emily thinks it the reindeer on the roof.

You duck into the kitchen to do something while I look at the clock on the mantel above the fireplace. It’s already eleven o’clock at night. I guess we spent more time in our room, getting me ready and teasing each other than I originally thought.

I chuckle as I walk over to the fireplace. I kick my boots ‘round in the ashes of the burnt out fire from earlier in the night. I gotta make it look like I came down the chimney since I’m dressed as Santa. This whole shindig that you and I do for Christmas is somethin’ we’ve done since Emily was three.

She’s seven now, so we’ve have a few years to practice and get things right. She’s an innocent kid, and I’m not gonna be the one to take away her belief in Santa. The world’s already shitty as is; I gotta let my little girl have something to look forward to.

Plus, Christmas is her favorite holiday, so you and I always try to go all out for her. She doesn’t like it ‘cause of the presents, but rather ‘cause it means that we all get to wear matching pjs, drink hot cocoa, eat cookies, and watch cheesy movies.

Her favorite movie is the one with the Grinch. She always giggles through the whole thing. She also loves helping her mum set up the Christmas village on the coffee table. And, she likes to help decorate the tree every year. Her favorite part comes after we’ve hung all the ornaments and tinsels up, and strung the strings of popcorn and bright lights ‘round the tree that’s nearly as tall as I am.

Her favorite part consists of her sitting atop my shoulders, little white Angel in hand, and reaching up to place the Angel on the top of the tree. When she does that, and the Angel is situated to her liking, she’ll lean back, still sitting on my shoulders, with one of my hands curled ‘round her little ankles, and she’ll clap her hands excitedly.

I love seeing her happy, and I’d do fuckin’ anything and everything I possibly could to make sure she’s happy. Same goes for you. Y’all are my fuckin’ world. My fuckin’ everything. I don’t fuckin’ know what I did to deserve y’all, but I fuckin’ thank my lucky stars every morning when I wake with you in my damn arms and every night when I tuck Emily into bed and kiss her forehead.

Without y’all, I’d be lost.

I feel arms wrap ‘round me from behind, and I glance down. When I see your hands clasped together, and resting over the pillow under my outfit, I smile. You rest your head against my back as I place my hands over yours.

“I love you.” You murmur.

“I love you too, doll.” I reply, turning ‘round in your arms.

You lift your head and look up at me. I reach a leather clad hand up and cup your cheek. My thumb rubs across your cheek under your eye. You lean into my touch. I lower my head and softly press my lips to yours. It’s a soft kiss, but I still manage to express how much you mean to me with it.

When your lips leave mine, I kiss your forehead before standing up straight again. My eyes drift over your shoulder to the plate of little reindeer and Santa decorated cookies under the lamp on the small end table by the arm of the couch.

There’s also a steaming cup of hot cocoa beside it. I grin and look back down at you.

“Did you make hot cocoa for Santa?” I tease.

You smile. “Mmhhmm. A little birdy told me it was one of his favorite drinks. I even added a little somethin’ extra to it.”

I raise an eyebrow as I step aside and reach for the hot drink. I smile once I see the dollop of whipped cream sitting atop some floating, and melting, mini marshmallows. I bring the cup up to my lips and take a sip. I immediately realize what that little something extra that you added to it.

I glance up at you, holding the cup with both hands. You giggle.

“Irish cream bourbon? You fuckin’ tryin’ to get Santa drunk?” I playfully ask.

You smirk. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

I grin. “You know, Santa’s gotta steer a fuckin’ sleigh and control eight damn reindeer all over the fuckin’ planet, right?”

Your eyes twinkle as your smirk turns into an even bigger grin and just shrug.

“You deserve one drink Santa.”

I chuckle as I take another sip of the spiked drink. It tastes damn good, and it burns in two ways as it slides down my throat. The heat of the drink itself burns and warms me up. Then, the burn of the alcohol burns in an even better way.

“Maybe Santa should just stay the night here since he has been drinkin’.” You whisper before winking and walking away. You fuckin’ planned this conversation.

A deep chuckle escapes my lips. “He should, should he?”

You glance at me over your shoulder as you stand at the base of the stairs. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it. He knows where to find me if he wants a place to sleep for the night.”

You wink one more time before going upstairs to our room. I know that’s where you’re headed ‘cause even though you were teasing me, and your eyes lit up with mischief, I could still see the tiredness in your eyes. I settle down onto the couch, the bourbon laced hot cocoa in one hand, and reach over to grab a green icing reindeer cookie off the plate.

Taking a bite, a few of the crumbs get caught in my beard. I finish the cookie before bothering to wipe the crumbs away. I’m reaching for another cookie, a red reindeer one, when I hear quiet footsteps coming down the stairs. I grin to myself, this is always my favorite part.

Last year, Emily made ‘Santa’ promise to stop and say hello to her again. I hear her gasp softly.

“Santa! You’re here! You waited for me!” She whispers running over, climbing onto my lap.

“Well Little Emily, I promised you I would stop and say hi, didn’t I?” I lower my voice to sound like Santa.

I remembered what you said about cussing around her while dressed as Santa. I’m trying not too, but this gets harder every second. Cussing comes as fluently to me as English does. It’s just my second nature.

She just grins up at me, “Yes! You did, Santa! I’m glad you did! I tried to be a very good girl this year! I even made sure to do all my chores.”

That was one thing that Emily has done this year. No matter what we asked her to do, she did it. Clean her room, help mummy clean the kitchen and living room, do dishes. I’m so fuckin’ proud of her. Even though she’s just doing all of this for Santa, she is still understanding responsibility.

“That’s why I made sure to stay. I noticed you stayed on the Nice list all this year.” I gently pat her back and smiles.

I reach over and grab the cookie I wanted before. I don’t know what you do to these cookies, but they are always so fuckin’ amazing. I swear, it’s like I’m a damn addict, and your cookies are my drug of choice that I keep craving.

“Did you bake these cookies all by yourself?” I ask Emily in my deep voice once again.

She shakes her head quickly, “No! Mommy, daddy and I made them together. Her and daddy always say never touch the oven without an adult!”

That is one thing she is good at, listening to us. After almost burning her hand helping you make dinner a few months ago, she knows never to touch it again. You were paying attention to her since she was so close to the oven, if you hadn’t she could have gotten seriously hurt.

I’d been workin’ late at the car dealership after working at the school that day, so I wasn’t home when it happened. Y’all were wanting to surprise me with dinner when I got home - Emily’s idea - but, the surprise was blown when you called to tell me that she’d gotten burned, but that she was ok.

I’d left work immediately and came home.

“I’m glad you listen to your parents,” I take a bite of the cookie. “These are the best cookies I have ever tasted! I go to every single house in the world and there are no better cookies than you and your moms”

She just blushes and her grin gets even wider. If that is even possible. I hear more footsteps coming down the stairs. You pop your head from around the corner. Your hair is wet from what I’m guessing is the shower you just took. Of course, you would take one without me.

I’ll just have to get you dirty again later so we can take one together.

“Emily, I see you caught Santa before he left!” You say in a very cheerful voice. That shower must have woken you up.

“Hi, mommy! Santa said he waited for me!” She says excitedly.

You walk over and sit in my favorite reclining chair that’s next to the couch. You are the only one I let sit there without permission. Emily’s allowed in my lap, but that’s my chair.

“Well hello!” I say, looking over at you. “I don’t think we got to meet last year. Miss Morgan, right?”

When Emily looks over her shoulder at you, I give you a quick wink, smirking just a little.

“I’m sorry, Santa, but it’s Mrs. Morgan” You smirk right back at me.

I grin. Damn right you’re Mrs. Morgan. I finish the cookie that I picked up earlier, and take a quick drink of my spiked, hot cocoa when I go to reply to you. I stop when I notice Emily reaching over and grabbing a Santa cookie and she holds it up in front of me like she is examining it.

“Santa! This cookie looks just like you!” She holds it out to me so I can take a look.

We did a very good job this year making sure we dressed me up as the Santa everyone knows.

I chuckle a very deep Santa-Like laugh, “It sure as fuckin’ shit does!”

I pause for a second and look over at you. I tried so hard not to cuss this year. Just for our little girl, but it just slipped out without me thinking! You just playfully glare over at me, and shake your head.

Emily giggles and pats my arm, “Santa! You're not supposed to say bad words. You sound like my daddy. Mommy says he can say bad words because he does nice things to make up for them! Like yesterday, he took me to the park and we played in the snow!”

“Oops! You’re right, Little Emily.” I say, playfully pouting, and putting my head down.

“It’s okay, Santa! I forgive you!” She looks around. “Wait! Where is my daddy? I haven’t seen him since he put me to bed.”

I quickly answer, “Oh, when I got here a piece of my sleigh broke, so your daddy went to the store really quick to grab the part for me so I could talk to you!”

“I told you, Santa, my daddy is very nice!” Emily turns to you while still in my lap, “Mommy, last year Santa said daddy was on the naughty list so that’s why he didn’t get any presents from Santa!”

“Well, Santa. Why was daddy on the naughty list?” You ask smirking over at me.

You know damn well what I have done that’s so naughty to make myself on that ‘list’. All of them were done to you, probably just in the last week!

“Well, Mrs. Morgan, I can’t tell you why your husband was on the naughty list, but if you would like I can tell you why you deserve to be on the naughty list. Yet, somehow, your name always stays on the nice list.” I say winking over at her, making sure my voice gets even deeper than the Santa voice.

I know what it does to you. It’s the same voice I talk to you at night, just to make sure you’re in the mood.

“Santa, you can’t be flirting with my mommy. She’s married to my daddy!” Emily says, shaking her head at me.

“I’m sorry, Emily, but your mother is so fuckin’ beautiful, I can’t help but flirt with her.” I say, looking over at you as I take another sip of my cocoa.

I look down at my cup to see it’s now empty. You just blush and turn toward the cookies, grabbing one for yourself. I turn to Emily when she pats at my arm.

“Santa, why haven’t you put the presents under the tree yet?” She points to the tree with no presents underneath.

“Because you’re supposed to be sleeping, so I’m not putting any presents under the tree until you fall asleep,” I answer her as I remember where we hid all her presents.

This year we hid them in the basement since she’s too scared to go down there. A couple months ago we had a little mouse causing trouble down there and she found it. She’s been too scared to go down there ever since.

Her mouth goes into an O shape and she starts nodding. “I understand, Santa. It has to be a surprise!”

“Exactly, Emily. Which is why you should be going to bed soon.” You say, giving her the ‘Mom’ look.

I look over at the clock and see that it's now after midnight. In fact, it’s 12:15 am on Christmas morning.

“Your mommy is right, Emily. And, I have to get going. I have more children’s houses to stop by.” I say.

Emily’s face falls, but she nods. I don’t like seeing my little girl upset, but I do need for her to be in bed so that you and I can bring the presents out and hide ‘em under the tree. She looks up at me with a hopeful look on her face.

“Santa? May I have a hug? Please?” She asks, quietly.

I grin from ear to ear. “Of course you can, sweetheart!”

She wraps her arms ‘round my neck and tucks her face against the Santa beard. I wrap my arms ‘round her, and hug her back. After a moment, she pulls back, and sits on my lap. She grins up at me.

“Santa! You give hugs just like my daddy!” She says, happily.

I chuckle. “Is that so?”

She nods, and leans in close. “Don’t tell daddy, but I love his hugs. They make me feel safe and loved.”

I smile. “Don’t worry, Little Emily. Your secret is safe with me. I promise. Should I keep your daddy on the Nice list since he gives good hugs?”

She nods. “Yes, please! Then he can get presents too! He deserves at least one. He’s the best daddy ever!”

I smile and my heart swells with love for my kid. She’s so fuckin’ sweet. I always knew she loved my hugs, but I didn’t know they made her feel safe. That’s good, though. I always want her to feel safe with me. She hops down off my lap and stands in front of me.

“Good night, Santa!” She says, before running up the stairs to her bedroom.

I watch her retreating back until I hear her door close. I look over at you and smile.

“Come on, doll. Let’s go get her presents,” I try to stand up off the couch, but because of my pillowy belly, I can’t get up.

I hear soft laughter, when I look up I see you covering your mouth, trying not to let a sound out.

“Very fuckin’ funny. Laugh at the fat guy,” I say. crossing my arms in a childlike pout.

“Oh Santa, you know I love you.” You say standing up. “‘Sides, you’re the one that kept eatin’ one cookie after a-fuckin’-nother.”

“The fuckin’ mouth on you! Maybe Santa should put you on the fuckin’ naughty list.”

“He’d better fuckin’ not. Otherwise, he won’t have a reason to be naughty anymore.”

My eyes widen. Well, shit. Santa ain’t gonna be putting you on the naughty list any-fuckin’-time soon. That’s for damn sure. You walk over until you’re standing in front of me. You put your hands out to help me up, so I grab a hold of them and you help pull me up.

“You’re fuckin’ right, Mrs. Morgan. Santa does need to lose a lot of fuckin’ weight,” I say, after a couple of deep breaths.

This pillow and heavy jacket is making me feel extra warm. We need to hurry and get these presents under the tree so I can change. I’m actually looking forward to putting my matching pajamas on again, and that’s saying something ‘cause I usually prefer to sleep naked.

I grab your hand gently, and pull you toward the basement door.

“Alright, Mrs. Morgan. You can grab all the little fuckin’ things and bring them up here. I got the fuckin’ rest.” I smirk over at her. “Santa’s gotta get some muscles back instead of all this damn fat from your fuckin’ delicious as shit cookies.”

You just roll your eyes, and shake your head at me. But, you have the biggest and cutest fuckin’ grin on your face. For the next twenty minutes or so, we’re bringing the presents up, putting ‘em under the tree. You’re putting ‘em in a way so that Emily can see all the wrapped presents after I hand ‘em to you.

We got her so much fuckin’ stuff, I’m surprised you can still see the tree skirt. We always spoil our baby girl. She fuckin’ deserves it. She’s my whole world. Actually, if I could buy the actual fuckin’ planet, I would give it to her. I’ve give you the whole fuckin’ galaxy.

Y’all really are my fuckin’ everything.

“I’m glad you grabbed the bike. I feel bad ‘cause she asked for it for her birthday last month, but they didn’t have the one she wanted.” You say, crossing your arms, watching me slide the brand new bicycle under the tree.

“It’s okay, darlin’. I think she’ll be fuckin’ shocked to see it,” I say, pulling you over to me.

You wrap your arms around my waist, putting your head on my chest right above the pillow. I put my hand on your cheek, making you look up at me. When you do, I lean down and press my lips to yours. I feel you push up, meaning you got on your tiptoes.

I wrap my arm around your waist, and the hand I used to cup your cheek, I move to your hair. After a few minutes, you pull away from the kiss. You smile up at me, lips redder than before. I chuckle at the sight of you.

“C’mon. Let’s get you out of these clothes and into bed. We both know Emily’ll be wakin’ us up in a few hours anyway,” You smile at me, pulling on my hand, tugging me towards the stairs.

“Go on up. I’ll turn everything off down here.” I kiss your cheek and watch you as you go upstairs.

I turn off the living room lights, along with the kitchen lights. I leave on the Christmas tree lights ‘cause I know that Emily loves running down the stairs in the mornings to see them already on.

“Merry Christmas, daddy!”

I let out a quiet groan as I feel my daughter bounce up and down on my chest, excitedly. Cracking one eye open, I peek at her, and reach up to place one hand on her hip, getting her to stop bouncing. She looks down at me with the biggest smile on her little face.

Even though I’m still fuckin’ half asleep, I still smile right back at her.

“Merry fuckin’ Christmas to you too, baby girl.” I mumble, sleepily.

Her smile gets bigger, which I didn’t know was possible. She leans down and kisses my cheek.

“Santa came last night!” She says, sitting back up.

I chuckle. I know Santa came last night, but I don’t divulge that information to my daughter. I just open both eyes, and rub my hand over my face in an attempt to get rid of the sleep.

“Is that fuckin’ so, sweetpea?” I ask, smirking.

She nods. “Mmhhmm! He even gave me a hug!”

I raise an eyebrow as I move to a sit position, with Emily still on my lap. I wrap both my arms ‘round her and hug her. She giggles as she tries to squirm away. I chuckle.

“Like that?” I tease.

She nods, still giggling. “Mmhhmm! But, your hugs are still better.”

“Damn fuckin’ straight they are, baby girl. Daddy gives good hugs, doesn’t he?”

“Yep! The best!”

“I can agree with that!” I hear you mumble; your voice still heavily laced with sleep.

I chuckle as I lean over and gently kiss you.

“Mornin’, darlin’. And, merry fuckin’ Christmas!” I say against your lips.

“Mmm. Mornin’ to you too, babe. Merry Christmas too. Can I go back to sleep now?” You ask.

“But, mommy! Santa put the presents out like he said he would!” Emily says climbing off of me, to climb onto your lap.

You just wrap your arms around her and pull her close. Your eyes stay closed and I lean back slightly. My shirt’s getting all bunched up and I gotta fuckin’ fix it.

“Little Angel’s right, doll. Santa put a lot of effort into bringin’ all those presents here last night.” I tease, glancing down at you.

You let out a groan. “Fine. But, then I’m goin’ back to fuckin’ sleep afterward.”

I chuckle. “We can all go back to fuckin’ sleep later, sweetheart. But, c’mon. Up and at ‘em!”

You open your eyes to glare at me. I know you ain’t really pissed at me, ‘cause I can see that playful twinkle in your eyes. You finally sit up, kiss Emily’s forehead, and shift her off of you.

“I gotta go take care of some business, so y’all head on downstairs. I’ll be down in a minute.” You say.

Emily and I both nod. I scoop her up in my arms and playfully toss her over my shoulder as I stand up from the bed. She loves it when I do this. I hear her giggle, happily, and attempt to cling to my shirt. Since it’s silk, she doesn’t really have much luck, so she just wraps her arms ‘round my chest as best as she can.

You laugh at me with our daughter, knowing I’d never do anything to hurt her. I carry her downstairs after flashing my dimpled smile. Once we’re in the living room, I plop down on the couch, and pull Emily off my shoulder. She settles down on my thighs, and fiddles with the buttons on my shirt.

I can tell her excitement’s dimmed a little since we left my room a few moments ago. I look at her, frowning slightly.

“Baby girl? What’s wrong?” I ask, softly.

She shakes her head and continues to fiddle with the buttons. “Nothin’.”

“Sweetheart. Please, don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?”

She lifts her head up. I can see that she’s conflicted. She bites her bottom lip just like you and I both do.

“I saw Santa flirtin’ with mommy last night.” She says, quietly.

I chuckle. “Yeah? And, what’d mommy do?”

“She didn’t do anythin’.”

I raise an eyebrow as I smirk. “Is that so?”

She nods. “Mmhhmm. And, I even saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.”

My eyes widen. Shit. She saw me kiss you last night while I was still in the Santa outfit. I thought I’d made sure she was outta sight ‘fore I kissed you.

“Are you mad, daddy?” Emily asks, dragging my attention to her.

“Mad? Why would I be mad, sweetie?” I ask, slightly confused.

“Mommy kissed Santa. And he kissed her back.”

I chuckle. “I’m not mad, baby girl.”

“Really? Then why was mommy kissing him? I thought that was somethin’ you only do with someone you love?”

I think of something to say. “Um. Well, you know how daddy was helpin’ Santa fix his sleigh?”

Emily nods. “Mmhhmm.”

“Well...um...she was thankin’ him for bringin’ all those presents. And, he kissed her back as a way to say thanks for me helpin’ him with his sleigh. There wasn’t anythin’ else to the kiss.”

She seems to accept my answer, and her face lights up again. Her mood changes so quickly that one could almost get whiplash. Oh, the joys of being a kid. You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout a lot of fuckin’ shit.

“Mommy!” Our daughter hollers. “Hurry! I wanna see what Santa brought me!”

I hear your laugh trickle down the stairs ‘fore I hear your footsteps.

“I’m comin’!” You holler back down.

I chuckle and Emily grins. I look up to see you reach the last step. You’ve got a small, thin, rectangular box in your hand. I lift my eyes to meet yours, and you just give me a smile. You plop down in my chair. Emily looks from you to me and back to you.

“Can I open my presents now?” She asks, happy and full of hope.

I nod at you over her shoulder. You smile at you and nod. Emily hops down off my lap, and rushes over to the tree. She starts dividing up the presents. I happened to put a few in there for you from me. And, I know Emily had one that she picked out for you when she and I were hanging out one day.

Of course, not all of her presents are from Santa. Just a couple small, inexpensive gifts. We didn’t want it to seem like Santa had favorites by getting her some big or expensive present. We know not all kids are as lucky as Emily when it comes to Christmas, so we try to make it seem like Santa is an equal opportunity provider to all kids, regardless of their parents’ incomes.

After she is all done dividing the presents, she looks over at us.

“Do you want me to open all of mine now? Or do you want to open some of yours too?” She asks sweetly.

I look over at you. Last year we let her open all of them while you were taking photos, then we opened ours. She knows to wait till after all the presents have been unwrapped before opening and playing with any of them. You’ve taught her to do this; that it’s important to be patient and that good things come to those who wait.

She doesn’t mind waiting ‘cause then she knows we won’t interrupt her from playing with her new toys until it’s time for breakfast. You and I share a look ‘fore you nod at our little girl.

“You go ahead, baby. Then daddy and I’ll open ours.” You say.

Emily grins and happily starts opening all of her presents. There goes hours and hours spent wrapping the presents so carefully and neatly. Santa brought her a few coloring books, a stuffed animal, and a new dress. The rest of the presents, the bike included, came from you and I.

We made sure to get her a helmet and pads so she’s safe when she’s riding the bike. The last thing either of us want is for her to be getting hurt. It’s bad ‘nough she’s our kid with us both being clumsy. She got that from the both of us too. You and I also tag-teamed and got her a Hockey jersey from our favorite team as a family with our last name on it, and her favorite number, “29”, on it.

I have a feeling she’s gonna wanna put it on the moment we say she can. She loves hockey. When she’s done opening her gifts, she turns to look at us. I get up from my spot on the couch and walk over to get your presents. I hand ‘em to you, placing a kiss on your forehead too, ‘fore I sit back down.

I watch as your open your gifts from Emily, who moves to sit by your feet. One’s a coffee mug she made in school. It’s got her handprint painted on the side of it in your favorite color, and the other side says “World’s Bestest Mommy!”. The other one is a baseball jersey from your favorite team with our last name on the back of it and a number “45” below our name, in honor of your favorite baseball player.

It was Emily’s idea to get it custom made, and she knows how much you love baseball. You look down at her, who’s just grinning up at you. You ruffle her hair, and smile.

“Thank you, baby!” You say.

“You’re welcome, mommy!” Emily says.

You start to open the present I got for you. Your eyes light up when you see my gift. You look at me.

“Season passes? And meet and greet chances?” You ask, excitedly.

I smile. “Yep! I know how much you love baseball, doll. So, I got you that. Now, you can to a game whenever you want, and go to multiple ones too. All season long.”

You grin. “Thanks.”

“You’re more than welcome. Just don’t go fallin’ in fuckin’ love with any of the players you meet.”

You laugh. “No promises!”

“Hey!”

You smirk. “What? You know I’m a sucker for a baseball player!”

“I know! That’s how I managed to win you over all those years ago.”

You bite your bottom lip. “What can I say? Your ass looked damn good in those baseball uniform pants.”

I laugh. Emily smiles. She gets up, and gets a small-ish package and brings it over to me.

“Your turn, daddy! It’s from me!” She says, excitedly.

I smile and take the gift from her. It’s soft in my hands, and I can’t wait to open it. So, I do. It’s a fuckin’ Seattle Seahawks football jersey! On the back, our last name is stitched on with the number “12” just below it. I know I can’t wait to put it on.

You and Emily both know how much I fuckin’ love the Seahawks. I set it on the couch beside me, ‘fore I break our own rule and put it on ‘fore all the presents are open. I look up to see you standing up and making your way towards me. At first, I think you noticed that I was ‘bout to break our rule, so my first thought is “Please don’t get mad at me for trying to break our only Christmas rule we enforce every year.”

You sit on the arm of the couch beside me, not saying anything, but holding the small, thin, rectangular box out in front of me. I immediately grin, thinking you’ve gotten me another thin leather bracelet to wear. I take the box from you, and before I can open it, I hear your voice.

“Merry Christmas, honey.”

I look up at you, smiling. “Merry Christmas to you too, sweetheart.”

You lean down to kiss my temple. “I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will, babydoll.”

I go to look back at the box, and I notice our daughter is bouncing on her knees, grinning from ear to ear. I chuckle.

“Excited, baby girl?” I tease.

“Yes! Open your present, daddy!” She squeals.

I laugh. “Okay! Okay! I’m openin’ it!”

I look at the box. The two of y’all have definitely got me intrigued as to what’s in here. I slowly lift the lid and peer inside the small container. What I was expecting is definitely not what’s in there. What’s in there is not something I was expecting at all.

The lid falls from my left hand and I reach in and gently pick the item up. My breath catches in my throat, and my heart pounds against my chest as I stare at it for a solid minute, trying to process what I’m looking at. Finally, I look up at you, tears filling my eyes instantly.

You smile at me. I feel a tear roll down my cheek as another one rolls down the opposite cheek.

“You...You’re...We’re…” I stammer, my voice cracking.

You giggle and nod. “Yes, honey. We’re pregnant.”

The tears fall freely as I set the pregnancy test back in the box and set it on top of my football jersey. I reach up and pull you off the arm of the couch and into my lap. You wrap your arms ‘round my neck as I bury my face against your chest. You soothe me as I cry happy tears.

I feel your fingers tangle in my hair. I cling to you tighter. You’ve just given me the best gift ever - aside from Emily, of course. And I thought the jersey was gonna be the best thing I was getting today. You blew that outta the water. We’re gonna have another baby.

I’m gonna be a daddy again! We tried for years after Emily was born, but it never worked out. We got excited two times, only for it to never work out, and we lost both babies. I knew those times were hard on you, just like they were hard on me.

So...for you to finally tell me now…

“How long have you known?” I ask, lifting my head up to look at you.

You cup my cheek, and wipe away some of my tears. “I’m ‘bout three and a half months along.”

“You waited.”

You nod. “I didn’t wanna get your hopes up again, baby. It ‘bout killed you last time. I wanted to be sure before I said anything.”

“God. I fuckin’ love you.”

You smile. “And, I love you too.”

“Wait. That explains all those times when you got sick, doesn’t it?”

You laugh and nod. “Yea! Mornin’ sickness can be a real asshole.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t think ‘bout it.”

“I tried to play it off so you wouldn’t put two and two together, honey.”

“You’re trouble.” I tease.

“Trouble that you love.”

I nod. “You’re fuckin’ right ‘bout that.”

You shift in my lap. I watch as you pull something out from the back pocket of your pjs. You hold it out to me. I take it and quickly recognize it as an ultrasound photo. I run my thumb over the little image and the shape of what’s our unborn child.

The tears start again, but I don’t fuckin’ care.

“I’ve got a doctor’s appointment in two weeks. Go with me?”

I look up from the photo to you. “Of course. I’ll always fuckin’ go with you, doll.”

You smile. I lean forward and kiss you.

“You happy, daddy?” Emily asks climbing onto the couch with us.

I pull back from the kiss with you to look at her. “Yes, baby girl. I’m very happy!”

“Yay! Now I don’t have to keep it a secret anymore, right, mommy?”

You laugh. “No, baby. You don’t.”

“Wait! She knew, but I didn’t?” I ask.

You giggle. “Mmhhmm. I had to tell someone, but I didn’t wanna get your hopes up yet. Plus, I had to take her to a doctor’s appointment with me one day while you were at work.”

I pout. “I can’t believe she knew before I did.”

You lift my head up so you can look me in the eyes. “Negan, honey. I didn’t wanna say somethin’ to you, see you get so fuckin’ excited you did for the last two, and then somethin’ happen. That’s the only reason I didn’t tell you. Believe me, I’ve wanted to tell you so many times, but I had to wait. Ok?”

I nod. “Yes, ma’am. I’m glad I know now!”

“Me too. It was gonna start to get hard to hide in a couple weeks.”

I chuckle. “You’re right ‘bout that. I can’t wait for you to start fuckin’ showin’!”

You giggle. “Don’t remind me. I’m gonna look like a damn beached whale.”

“Oh hush. You’ll still look just as beautiful as you always do.”

“You say that now.”

“And, I’ll keep saying it every day until I die.”

You blush and look at Emily. “Was that the last of the gifts?”

She nods. “Yep!”

“Alright. You can play with your toys now.”

She squeals, happily. “Yay!”

She rushes over, and sure ‘nough, the first thing she does is pull on the hockey jersey. She smiles a big fuckin’ smile the moment it’s on. I can’t help but chuckle.

“I’m gonna put mine on too.” You say, getting off my lap.

I nod. You get your baseball jersey and slip it on over your pajama top. I slide my football jersey on over my own pj shirt. It fits nicely. I look up as you smile at me and come back to sit in my lap. I wrap my arms ‘round you as you sit sideways across my thighs.

You rest your head on my shoulder, but keep it so that you can still watch Emily play with her new presents. I lay my hand on your tummy, still not quite believing that you’re pregnant. I hold the ultrasound photo in my left hand beside your hip since my arm’s curled ‘round your back.

You and I watch Emily as she plays, neither of us saying anything. Everything ‘bout this moment is fuckin’ perfect. I’ve got you in my arms. Our little girl’s happy and playing. I’m happy, and I know you are too. And, we’ve both a baby on the way.

The living room’s silent, save for the noises Emily makes as she plays. I let my eyes drift closed as I rest my head against yours.

“Daddy? Where do babies come from?” Emily asks after ‘bout twenty minutes.

My eyes jerk open and I stare at her, unsure of what to say.

“Uh...Ummmm...They...Umm...Storks!” I finally manage to say.

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